(In my shocked tone) ‘Melia.. why are you here?’
‘I followed you.’
‘When? ..and why?’
I was just about the shut the door when I saw my ex-girlfriend standing right outside, visibly skinnier than before, in a grey dress. My mind was still processing her appearance when she interrupted with her next question.
‘Aren’t you going to invite me in?’
(I stammered) ‘Yeah.. sure. Come in.’
Once again I opened the gate and she walked right in, seamlessly kicking off her slippers as she made sure the door was shut behind her. Immediately after, she grabbed me by the collar and dragged me further into the house, stopping right in front of the bed. Dropping onto her knees, she began peeling my belt off and I desperately held onto her wrists to stop her.
‘What are you doing? You are already married.. with a kid.. ‘
‘Do you think I care? Do you care?’
She twisted my grip away and continued tugging my jeans down, followed by my boxers. I barely caught her by her forehead when her face dived right into my groin, taking all of my uninterested cock in her mouth. As she sucked erratically, I was still fighting her off, taking steps backwards as she inched forward, until I collapsed onto the bed.
At half-mast, she was in place to push me down onto my back, while her eyes locked gaze onto mine, while sucking on my growing erection. Within seconds, my mind was buzzing with pleasure, thighs trembling to her overwhelming speed and depth. In that struggle for sanity and some self-respect, she had successfully stripped my pants off, and lifted her dress enough to expose her bum.
(Melia moaned) ‘Mmm.. mmm… ‘
At that point, I knew she was touching herself as she bobbed her head up and down on my fully-grown cock, throbbing and aching at her vengeful pace. As soon as she stuffed all of it down her throat, my eyes rolled back, and my mind went blank. That very tip was getting squeezed and massaged by her convulsing throat, as though she was milking me. More and more saliva leaked all over my groin at every stroke, until much, much later she decided to stop.
(Melia yipped) ‘I think he’s ready.. ‘
‘Ready for?’
Before I could react, she had climbed on top of my hips, and tucked my dick easily into her soaked pussy. With her feet dangling over the edge, she began grinding her hips on mine, sliding her pussy up and down my body. While she wasn’t too tight for my size, she was definitely too wet for my safety. All that rocking and grinding and twerking, she was hitting on my sensitive tip as much as I was hitting her buttons.
‘Melia? MELIA!! SLOW DOWN!’
(Melia panting) ‘Nope.. I will not.. ‘
‘I’m gonna cum if you keep going!! I’m serious!’
‘Then cum. You think I care?’
That said, there was nothing else to say. She continued riding me on her own leisurely pace, until my thighs started cramping.
(I grunted) ‘CUMMING! MELIA! I’M.. ARGH ARGH‘
I remembered the ache on my belly as my thighs froze, hips helplessly thrashing upwards as cum sprayed into her slippery cunt. I was sure I was making funny faces because she was gleaming at me, while moving her hips slower and slower. After I stopped my flailing and pleading, and was just panting, she then lifted her ass off me, but not more than an inch away from my weakening dick.
A few seconds later, blobs of cum spilled over that sad-looking penis, and that was when she finally climbed off me.
Returning her knees to my feet, she grabbed my cock again and began slurping all of the cum up, licking every crevice to make sure none of it was missed. My balls, my belly button, my inner thighs, the tip of my dick, and under that mushroom that was shrinking fast. Once cleaned up, her mouth resumed sucking on my lifeless cock, until a second erection appeared.
(I stammered weakly) ‘Melia.. that’s enough.. please.. ‘
‘Sure. For you. Not me.’
She kept sucking and deep-throating me until it was rock hard again, and a different kind of energy came over me. The vengeful type. With newfound strength, I sat up and pulled her by her hair off my dick, and swung her onto my bed.
(I commanded) ‘Rollover.. Faster!’
She was about halfway on her back when I impatiently grabbed both her ankles and raised them into the air. Once, twice, I jammed my dick in the direction of her pussy and got it in on the second try. Without wasting a second, I began slamming my dick deep into her as her moans filled the room. Her legs were kept wide open while she had one hand between her legs, furiously rubbing on her clit while I looked at her pitiful situation.
She was getting wetter than before and I couldn’t miss out on that opportunity to choke her a little.
(She heaved) ‘Jas.. do you want to film this?’
‘Sure. Keep your legs spread for me.’
I flung her legs aside and pulled out of her. I then grabbed my phone, placed it on a tripod I used for my exercise, aimed it directly at us. Once that was settled, I returned my dick inside her and kept going, laying both hands on her breasts that were jiggling so unhelpfully. After a few long boring minutes, I had enough. There was nothing more to enjoy from her overstimulated cunt.
(I sighed) ‘I had enough.’
‘What do you want me to do now?’
I sat back onto the bed and helped her up, bringing her between my legs and leaning back for a hint.
Without a word, she dropped onto her knees once again and went back to suck me. She went slow, fast, deep, shallow, every way she knew would stir me up. Honestly, her blowjob was the only thing I missed about her, since the break up. She was the only one who could make me cum every time, and never missed a single dose down her throat.
Since it was my second round, the camera got a lot of exclusive and extended footage of her pleasing that anime-like cock she once dominated years ago. I think almost 20 minutes had past before I felt the urge to cum, but it took longer than expected for me to actually cum. Yet, that married, mother-of-one, did not once let my excited mind rest once throughout.
(As I patted her head) ‘I’m cumming now Melia.. keep going.. ‘
She switched to long, slow strokes while fondling my balls, and my cock seamlessly spilled a second load into her vacuuming mouth. Satisfied with a smile, she cleaned me up a second time with her tongue, and quickly adjusted her clothes.
(Melia asked) ‘You ok?’
‘Yeah.. just exhausted.. ‘
‘Good. I leave you to it then.’
(I replied emotionlessly) ‘Ok.’
(She asked) ‘Jas?’
‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
(I interrupted) ‘Wait! Tomorrow’s my off day. I need to.. ‘
‘Perfect.’
The door slammed on that very last word, and I knew there was nothing else to say. We did not send each other any texts following that night, nor have we texted each other for close to two weeks before that night.
At 9am the next day, the gate creaked open, and the shuffling of shoes woke me. My habit of sleeping naked finally backfired once she laid eyes, and then her mouth, on my dishevelled, morning-state. The next few weeks were as intense, and messy, and wild, and exhausting. We spoke nothing of each others’ marital situation, and only had exchanges of bodily-fluids.
Welp.. gotta go now. She will be turning up any time now.