Humiliate Her

“Wait!” she crawled over to me and took my dick in her mouth.

I frowned. I felt like I’d made my point and was now letting her make hers. She was great at this, yet she’d been stingy when we’d dated. It only happened on my birthday and when she wanted to convince me to do something… yet, she had been wasting her natural skill. I decided not to stop her.

“You can cum on my face,” she said. This was something she’d never let me do in our two years together.

"Oh, I planned on it the moment I knew the reason you put makeup on today," I said. "But why come here to humiliate yourself?"

"Because-"

"You figured the moment I wore myself out by angry fucking you for three rounds, I'd drop my defenses and we could talk. Is that right?"

"Basically."

"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why I went out of my way to block you from contacting me?"

"Yes."

"And yet you kept trying despite that, refusing to leave me alone and only continuing to harass me."

"I wasn't trying to-"

"You were."

"I was trying to show you I cared."

"I saw the opening of all those attempts. Not a single one started with 'I'm sorry'."

"Well, I am."

"Good to know. But offering to let me do things we never did that most couples in relationships do on an average Tuesday isn't going to cut it."

She frowned. "I knew you wanted more. I knew I wasn’t enough for you.”

"Everyone wants more," I said. "But I didn't leave you for your fucking roommate."

"Well, you got your ****."

"Not yet I didn't."

"What?"

"Bend over the counter."

She looked from me over to the counter. "Okay," she said as she lay on her stomach. "Fuck, it's freezing!"

"Room temperature, actually."

I grabbed the jar of olive oil next to her and poured it between her ass cheeks.

"What are you doing!"

"Something you said you would never do," I said calmly. "But if you'd rather leave, feel free."

Her body shook with short, fast breaths as she began hyperventilating.

"Last chance," I said as I pressed my semi erection at her opening. "The door is right there."

"I'm not leaving."

"Suit yourself," I said. "By the way, it will help immensely if you relax."

She slowed her breathing and seemed to accept her fate.

I pushed forward. There was a decent amount of resistance, but the granite offered no give as I stretched her asshole.

"Ohhh, fuck!" she yelled.

I didn't have the heart to take her any harder, so I began fucking her slow and kept my strokes shallow.

"You like that, slut?" I asked. "Do you like having a big ol dick up your ass?"

She didn't answer, but I felt her relaxing more as I eased deeper inside. I sped up, slapping against her ass and it was starting to feel incredible.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"It hurts!"

"What else?"

"It feels… good!"

"Great," I said. "That's a good little butt slut."

"Fuck, Mike!"

Her ass was always a great view, and her dress only worked to make it better, so it wasn't long before I felt my balls pull up and I pulled out.

"Turn around," I said. "Lie on your back."

"Why?" she asked as she complied with her head hanging off the counter.

"Because," I said as I put my dick in her mouth and rammed it forward, "we're going ass to mouth!"

"Mmmph!" she grunted as her eyes widened.

"How does that taste?" I asked.

She tried to speak, but it only came out as gagging.

"What?" I asked as I pulled out of her throat.

"Like ****!"

"Good," I said as I thrust forward.

"Ack!" she gagged as I fucked her throat roughly.

"Are you ready to get blasted in the face?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm!" she hummed as her eyes watered.

"I'm going to cover you," I said as I watched her throat bulge with each of my thrusts with satisfaction.

Finally, I reached my climax. I pulled out of her mouth to unleash a torrent across her face and continued by spraying the tits which had served as half the reason I'd stayed with her so long. Another blast sprayed across her dress, and when I finished she gave me a small smile.

It was a fun moment, but it didn't carry the full weight I expected it to. I was no longer as angry with this girl as I had been the week before. I’d been using my anger as a defense mechanism to keep a distance between us, but Sabrina and Josie trying to make me feel better seemed to have worked better than any of us expected.

Jasmine sat up on the counter and spun around to face me. "Feel better?"

"Yep," I admitted as I watched the manifestation of my resentment drip down her face. "How's your ass?"

"Numb at the moment. Will probably kill me later."

"I hope so," I said with a smirk.

"That's the closest you got to a smile since I got here. Do you really enjoy the idea of hurting me?"

"A little."

"Is that why you've been ignoring me? Because you know how much it hurts me?"

"I've been blocking you from my life because of your refusal to listen to me. I told you I needed space, over and over. I told you I needed time. You were the one doing the ignoring."

"But how much time could you need? It's been almost three months!"

"Every night, I have the same dream. It's about this very scenario. You try to win me back, and you do everything you can. I try to hold off, and I'm successful, for a while. But the dream keeps going, and you keep begging me, making promises, even humiliating yourself to try to win me over. Inevitably, over time, I give in. And then the same fucking thing happens."

"I leave again?"

"That happened a couple times, but no. The worst thing is when I wake up, and I realize I spent my entire night’s sleep trying to keep from giving in to you and falling. That you still left me, and you still ran off with one of my closest friends."

"I'm sorry-"

"The reason I hate falling asleep and keep staying up late at night isn't because I'm afraid of a bad dream. It's because the dream takes away my sadness in that short time between when I allow myself to trust you again and when I wake up."

"Why don't you just make up with me at the beginning of the dream, if it's so bad?"

I took a breath. "Because every day I wake up, I'm reminded it's my life that's the nightmare. I remember I lost both of my two best friends, and I wonder what the hell I did so wrong to deserve to be treated like that."

Jasmine sunk her head into her hands. She was finally speechless. It was a full minute before she spoke.

“You probably can’t tell, because my face is covered in cum, but my eyes are actually crying right now.”

“I could tell,” I said. “You always were an ugly crier.”

She snorted. “You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who is fucked up. The reason I wanted to talk to you was so I could apologize to your face.”

She grabbed three paper towels off the rack and used them to clean her face.

“I was going through some shit, and instead of coming to you with it I kept you in the dark. And then, like a dumbass, I blamed you when I felt abandoned. I went to your roommate for a shoulder to cry on, and that’s the shitty story of how I betrayed you. I’m sorry, Mike. I truly am.”

“Thank you," I said. "I appreciate hearing that."

“And I’m not going to leave you. Not unless you want me to.”

"Go home, Jasmine."

“I will. But don’t you want to fuck me again first?”

I sighed and took another look at the girl. I’d spent this entire interaction focused on how much I hated her, how much she’d hurt me. I hadn’t allowed myself to appreciate the little short stack. The way she smelled, the way her skin felt, the way she reacted to my fingertips and came on my dick. Maybe I didn’t want her last memory of me to be rough and angry. Maybe I wanted to leave her missing what she’d lost.

I picked my ex up and tossed her over my shoulder.

“Are you taking me to your room?” she said with a giggle.

“Nope,” I said. It would be too intimate. Accepting her into my bed would be too much like inviting her back into my heart. Instead, I carried her over to the next room and tossed her on the couch where I planned to take every advantage of her sensual, tight little body.