I gave up my ass for nothing

This happened when I was in college.

My boyfriend at the time and I broke up. We had been together for about four years.

But we kept talking, kept going out, kept sleeping together. In short, we kept doing boyfriend-and-girlfriend things.

Our breakup wasn’t about attraction. That was never the issue. Neither of us lacked for options.

I have fair skin, black hair, I’m 5’4″, and my body… let’s just say it turns heads. My guy, let’s call him “Pablo,” was dark-skinned, athletic, about 5’11”.

Anyway, we kept trying to see if our relationship would work, but with fewer strings attached. Until we had a fight and stopped seeing each other. We still talked, but it was nothing but arguments.

Later, he confessed that he had met another girl and wanted to try something with her. I have to admit, at that moment I felt like my world was shrinking. Anyway, emotions were running high.

We went to the same university but had different majors, so we didn’t run into each other often. But at a university party, I had to see him standing next to who I assumed was the girl he’d told me about.

Already buzzed, my feelings got the best of me. I went over to talk to him. I confessed that I missed him and didn’t want things to end between us. We started kissing. With the heat building, I told him we should at least have one last night together. My plan was to make him remember how good we were in bed, and that way, we’d get back together. Then one of his friends came over and told him that “Fulanita” was looking for him, so he left.

That night, I decided to forget him. Let’s just say I started paying more attention to the guys who were flirting with me. I danced with them. One of them even gave me a ride home that night. Sure, he tried something with me, but it didn’t go beyond a kiss and some light groping because I shut him down. I left him all worked up. And of course, I went up to my room that night with the wetness between my legs.

The next day, I couldn’t stand the arousal. So I thought…

I’ll put on something sexy, rent a room, and fuck like crazy with the man I want.

So that’s what I did. I put on a short, tight dress, a thong underneath. I grabbed my car keys and went to rent a room.

When I got there, a guy checked me in. Maybe a little younger than me. Seeing that I was alone, he started chatting me up and offered to walk me to the room. He was eating me up with his eyes, which turned me on even more. We got to the stairs, and he asked me to go first. Such a gentleman, haha. I didn’t mind giving him a little tip, even if just a visual one. So I went up first, feeling his eyes on my legs and my ass. He told me if I needed anything, he’d be there, blah blah blah.

I got comfortable and opened one of the drinks I’d bought beforehand, to get in the mood.

I took a few provocative photos and sent them to Pablo, along with the location. I told him, “I’ll be here if you’re in the mood. It doesn’t have to be anything more than sex.” I didn’t get a reply. About two hours passed. I was already thinking about leaving, disappointed, telling myself how stupid I’d been. Then there was a knock at the door. It was him.

As soon as he came in, he started kissing me. My mouth, my neck, everywhere. He unzipped my dress and just ripped it off me. I was left in only my thong, since I wasn’t wearing a bra. He threw me onto the bed and started sucking my breasts. Then he went down to my pussy, which was already throbbing and flowing like a river.

Then he came up to penetrate me. So hard. I knew he was angry. I could feel his hatred in every thrust. I could barely get the words out to ask him…

“Is everything okay?”

“No, nothing is okay. I heard the guy at reception tell his coworker that the chick in room 22 was hot and he was waiting to see if he could fuck her.”

I have to admit, I felt satisfaction and excitement at the same time. He kept penetrating me so hard I couldn’t hold back my moans. I could barely talk.

“Don’t worry, I’m only yours. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want.”

“Yeah? You’re my little slut?”

“Yes, only yours.”

He flipped me onto all fours and kept going at it, really hard. He was sliding in and out like butter, I was so wet.

With one hand, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. Then I felt him use his knees to push my legs further apart. Then I felt him spit on my asshole.

That’s when I panicked. Nothing had ever gone in there. I never thought anything would. I started to struggle, but with his full weight on top of me, it was impossible.

I told him to stop, my voice calm at first, thinking he would. Then I felt his tip at my entrance… or rather, my exit.

The panic rose, and my voice cracked. “Please stop. Not there.”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted.”

“But not this.”

“Shhh… you’re my little slut.”

In my stupidity, I thought, “Well, if I give him everything he wants, he’ll come back to me.” So I let it happen.

I felt myself being split apart and I started to cry. The pain was immense.

“Please stop.”

“…”

He kept putting it in and pulling it out, going deeper each time.

“Stop, please.”

Just then, he pulled the elastic from my hair. One of those big, donut-shaped ones. And he shoved it in my mouth to shut me up.

We went on like that for a few minutes. His phone kept ringing and ringing. I just wanted him to answer so he would stop.

Finally, I felt him ejaculate inside me. He got off. I spat out the elastic and lay there on my stomach, exhausted and with tears in my eyes.

He just checked his phone and told me he had to leave. I didn’t even ask why. I already knew.

Without another word, he left.

I stayed in that position for about another hour, thinking, with my little ass aching. Then someone knocked on the door. I got up with all the pain in my soul (my ass).

And just like that, naked, with semen dripping from my ass, I opened the door, saying…

“Did you forget something?”

Suddenly, I felt my blood run cold when I saw it wasn’t Pablo who had come back.

It was the guy who had checked me in earlier. He turned bright red. After looking me up and down, he said…

“Sorry, but my shift is almost over and I wanted to see if you needed anything else.”

Covering myself with the door, I said I was fine, that nothing was needed. I slammed the door shut, absolutely mortified.

So I decided to leave. I opened another one of the drinks I had brought for my broken heart and got in the shower. Relaxing, I started thinking about the guy who had just seen me, and my pussy started feeling things again.

I gathered my things, went downstairs to return the keys, and heard someone say…

“Are you leaving already?”

It was the guy who had knocked on my door.

“Yeah, I’m leaving, haha” (utterly embarrassed).

“But check-out isn’t until 11 tomorrow morning. Did you fight with your boyfriend?”

That’s when I realized he had been keeping a close eye on me, haha.

I was feeling vulnerable, drunk, and resentful. So I thought, why not? And I played along.

Soon after, I was on top of him, fucking him in the same bed, in the same room where hours earlier my ass had been destroyed.

I had no energy left, so I just lay on my back and let him penetrate me. He came fast the first time. Then he changed condoms and groped me to get himself hard again.

The second time was better. He actually made me moan a little. Then the third time, he went at it full force, but I was more tired than anything. I let him finish, and when he pulled his dick out, I took off the condom to check it. Everything was fine.

He hinted that he wanted to spend the night, but I told him I’d had enough and asked him to leave. I’m pretty sure that guy was a virgin. I fell asleep, and the next day, I was still sore back there.

The moral of the story: don’t give up your little asshole to just anyone.