My first anal

A while ago, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me. It was a relief, but he was also an idiot. His reasons for dumping me were that he didn’t like me being so sexual; according to him, me liking sex, masturbating, watching porn, or talking openly about sex was practically a bad thing, apparently. I did love him quite a bit, but his constant criticism for wanting to live my sexuality was already exhausting me. I felt like I wasn’t being taken advantage of.

When he dumped me, I was overcome with a mix of sadness and rage that had me down for almost two weeks. Luckily, my friends invited me to a party. I put the sadness aside, dressed up as an Arab woman, one of those covered in black. Underneath, I wore a micro thong so my ass would show clearly through the black dress.

During the party, I danced with a guy—I don’t remember his name—but after dancing, we went to a room. I didn’t wait; I lifted my dress and got on all fours on the bed. He moved my thong aside and ate me out, put on a condom, and started fucking me really good. He had a big one, making my ass bounce with a good rhythm.

We had been going at it for a good while like that; I was really hot and wet, until I felt a spit on my ass. He pulled it out of my vagina, spread my cheeks, positioned himself, and I felt a pressure on my ass. He started pushing it in until it went in without much effort. It hurt a little, but I let him, I didn’t stop him. It felt uncomfortable, but I just kept thinking, I wish my ex could see this and shit himself watching how another man actually takes advantage of me.

I don’t know how long he was giving it to me, but it felt almost eternal. When he finished, he took off the condom, and I went to the bathroom. Afterwards, I went home calmer, less sad, satisfied, and hoping my ex reads this and knows that another man already busted my little asshole open.