It didn't start as a hate fuck. Quite the opposite, actually.
I was traveling solo in the Caribbean about 12 years ago-- this story is as best as I can remember it, now.
We met one hot, humid night, at an open air bar on the beach. He was traveling, too. The connection was instant-- he was gorgeous. Tall, olive skinned, athletic, an exotic look on his face. All he had to do was just not say anything truly crazy, and I would have fucked him. He could have said nothing, and I would have fucked him. He was that attractive.
But it was better than that. We had rapport. We flirted. We drank. I couldn't stop myself from just sitting there and grinning and thinking about fucking him the whole time.
We ended up in his room. My pussy was already soaking before we even got inside. I had already found out he was a fantastic kisser, but I needed more. Our clothes came off within seconds. A few seconds after that, his cock was down my throat. It tasted and smelled fantastic, which drove me even crazier. It was above average, but not large, so I forced it all the way into my mouth. I needed to consume him.
My mouth might have been sated, but my pussy felt like it was dripping down my legs, as I squatted in front of him gagged on his cock. Any other night, I might have taken my time, but not then. I stood up and pushed him back on his bed. He commented that he liked my pussy hair. I was going through a boho/70s phase and had decided to grow it out, but even grown out it was sparse, thin, and soft. I straddled his legs and took his cock in one hand, then lowered myself onto him.
My pussy yielded easily, and he slid into me all the way as I settled my weight on him. I looked him straight in the eyes. We both felt it. We were on fire. I pushed him back, letting him lie on his back. I began to grind my pussy on his cock. He grabbed my hips and worked his cock into my pussy. We both moaned. It felt like my pussy was already soaking us both. Maybe it was the heat, our sweat.
I rode him, letting him enjoy looking at me. I'm tall, almost 6', and have large implants, with a beautiful dark olive glow when I'm tanned. I was tanned. But everything disappeared in my mind except my pussy, and his cock. It's all I could feel. It's all I could think about.
"You American girls, you're such sluts, you know," he said.
It temporarily snapped me out of my bliss. I don't care for labels, and I don't really like gross generalizations. Fuck his dick felt good, still thrusting in me as I sat on him. Go with it.
"God I'm such a slut for your cock," I moaned. Partially in truth, partially in hopes it would end there.
"Yes, you American slut."
I closed my eyes and pretended to ignore him. Fuck, his dick felt good inside me. I pushed my pussy harder onto him. I felt him grab my nipples in his fingers, grip them hard, then pulled downwards towards him. My nipples screamed in pain as he roughly yanked me, and my clit felt like it was exploding. I moaned loudly as my face collapsed near his, pumping my pussy on him. Put a good dick in me, and I can be such a pain pig.
"Tell me you're a cheap American slut," he hissed at me, still roughly grabbing my nipples and pulling them. Pain pig pussy, fully engaged. I moaned and pumped his cock hard.
"No, fuck you," hissed back at him, still stroking his cock in me. Our eyes met. His eyes were on fire. Mine were, too.
He squeezed my nipples harder. "Say it." My tits were screaming in pain. My cunt was throbbing.
"No."
He let go of my nipples, wrapped his arms around me, and in one swift motion, flipped us both over. His cock didn't even come out of me. One second I was on top of him, nipples throbbing, the next I was on my back, my legs spread, his cock pushing deeper into me. As I said before, I'm almost 6' tall, so I'm not tiny. Any man who can manhandle me like that is incredibly sexy to me.
"You're a cheap American slut, just like every other American slut. Say it." His cock pumped in and out of me. My face turned into a scowl. His cock felt good. I brought my knees up and spread my pussy wider for him.
"Fuck you." I started to thrust my hips back into him as we worked into a rhythm, scowling at him.
"Fuck me?" he pushed his cock into me. "Fuck you, I can literally hear your pussy getting wetter." I could, too. My pussy was making audible squelching noises as his cock pumped in and out of me. But I was also angry. And it made me even angrier when he reached up and put his hand on my face, pressing my head back into the mattress as we fucked. He pressed a finger to my lips, and I opened my mouth and started sucking it and moaning as he pumped his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around him. Fucking asshole.
It was a weird feeling. I was livid at this point, but beyond turned on. I couldn't decide if I wanted to slap him for being a jerk, or fuck him. So I did both. Because his hand was mostly covering my face, I couldn't see him very well, and I ended up connecting with him harder than I had intended. Or did I slap him as hard as I intended? Either way, it made a loud noise that echoed off the walls. He yelped in surprise and took his hand off my face, pushing his cock deeply into me. His cheek was red already. I pushed my pussy back on his cock. He stayed there looking at me for a second, he eyes trembling in anger. So were mine.
He had to know he had crossed a boundary. But so had I.
His cock throbbed inside me. My pussy squeezed around his cock. We kept staring at each other, trying to gauge the other person.
Then he pulled his cock out of me, and I saw him look down at my pussy. I could only imagine it. Swollen, dark brown, engorged with blood, slick. Open.
Your move, shithead.
He grabbed one of my legs and flipped me over flat on my stomach. I felt his legs between mine, pushing them open, and he mounted me from behind. I was about to turn around and tell him what an asshole he was, but he leaned forward and pushed my face down into the mattress, hard. It only came out as a muffled sentence. It was hard to breathe. I drove my hips back up at his cock as he fucked me from behind.
I could have bucked him off. I wasn't helpless. I was mad at him, I wanted to turn around and slap him again and tell him what an ass he was for saying that and putting his hand over my face and treating me like that. But instead, I screamed into the mattress and fucked him back so hard I thought his dick might break off.
I didn't usually cum from penetration, but it was about to happen. I could feel it, about to hit me like a freight train. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I gripped the sheets in my hands as tightly as I could, and pushed my own face into the mattress hard. My orgasm hit, and it was a powerful one. I couldn't keep pushing back on him. I screamed into the mattress. He kept fucking me. No idea if he knew if I was cumming or not. But he didn't stop. He fucked me right through it. No stopping. My pussy was aching. I needed a break. I was moaning into the mattress. He kept going. It did not make me less angry.
I eventually was able to gather my wits. I stopped moaning, instead just silently panting into the mattress as he fucked me. He took his hand off the back of my head, and grabbed my hips from behind, getting up on his knees. He awkwardly pulled me up on my knees. I was about to turn around and tell him what I thought of him when, SMACK, my ass exploded in pain from a slap, and he started pumping me again. The pain pig in me needed more.
"You piece of shit, you can't even slap me hard," I taunted him.
SLAP, he hit me again. I grunted, still fucking him back. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, hard, in quick succession. My ass cheek was burning.
"You're fucking worthless, you don't even deserve my pussy," I shouted back to him. Was I literally dripping down the back of my legs? Was that sweat?
"You're the worst slut I've ever fucked," he shot back, slapping my ass again.
We kept insulting the other. It wasn't dirty talk. It was angry. I already knew I was going to leave as soon as it was over. But I didn't want it to be over. He was fucking me from behind so hard, it felt like it was coming out of my throat with every thrust. He grabbed my hair and yanked, tearing some strands out. I was going to cum again.
"I'm going to cum in your cheap, whore pussy," he announced. Good timing. He didn't realize I was going to cum. He probably didn't even realize I had already cum. He was just a jerk who didn't care.
But, I have a strong preference for men to cum in me. I didn't want to be in the same room as him, but I wanted him to empty every single sperm he had into me. No, I needed him to. I needed him to fuck every single sperm into me like I was a cheap cumdump. That's all I fucking was to him.
I don't know who started to cum first. Usually I can feel when the guy does. I can feel his cock throbbing, I can feel the heat of his sperm. Sometimes I can even feel the sperm squirt. But my pussy was too hot and wet, and my head, and nipples, and ass, and scalp were aching too much to notice. My head was pulled back by my hair, my mouth was telling him what a piece of shit he was, and my pussy was cumming. At least, I think I was telling him that. I was thinking it. I have no idea what came out of my mouth. Maybe I just panted and made noises.
What I do know is that he started to slow his stroking, and then released my hair. I collapsed forward, my face on the mattress, my ass still in the air, his cock still in me. I gently rocked back and forth, feeling his cock inside me, pussy full of cum, as I came down from my orgasm.
And that was it. I got off him, and got up, dripping his cum out of me onto his bed and the floor. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I sat on the toilet and peed, letting his cum drip out of me. My ass was sore, but I'd taken harder slaps and not bruised. My scalp hurt, and I was annoyed he tore some hair out. My nipples were actually still throbbing, they were probably going to hurt the next day. But mostly, I was just angry. Very turned on, but angry. I was angry at him for saying those things to me, trying to make me say them back. I was angry at him for trying to hurt me, for assuming that I'd like rough sex. And I was angrier that he was right. I was REALLY angry that I had had fabulous sex before and never cum once, much less twice, from penetration..and yet here I was, cunt throbbing, wanting to go back for more like the slut he tried to get me to say I was.
I grabbed a hand towel and wiped my pussy. No, I wasn't going back for more.
I stood and washed my hands, then walked to the bathroom door and opened it. I paused, steadied my breath, then walked back into the room. He was still laying there on the bed, legs spread, his cock and balls slick with cum and my pussy juice, his shaft heavy and thick. He smiled arrogantly at me.
I could feel my pussy still throbbing. All I had to do was walk over, pick my skirt and top up, put them on, and leave. I didn't have to say anything. I didn't owe him anything.
I didn't have to walk over to him, and I definitely didn't need to suck on his cock until he got hard enough for me to ride again. I just had to leave.
I didn't have to sit on his hard cock, and take control, and fuck him this time. I didn't have to choke him with one and and slap his face with the other as I broke his dick off. I just had to get dressed.
I didn't have to spit in his open mouth while I rode him, and make him swallow it, and I didn't have to spend the next hour cumming all over him until he filled me up again.
I looked at my clothes pile. And I looked at his cock.
I didn't have to do any of that.
But I did.
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