r/MalluKumbasaram

Basically we were dating for 2-2.5 years before it became long distance. Once she went away, the distance got to us and we used to have fights but when she was back home we used to meet and spend 2-3 days just fucking. During her second visit back home (which was around 4 months after she first left), she told me while I was penetrating her that she got fucked by her friend (who I had my doubts on). I got angry and degraded and slutshamed her and she enjoyed it and that's how we spent the next 3 days. We patched up when she also realized how much it turned me on and how much the after effects turned her on. Fast forward to 4 years in our relationship and she has fucked 9 guys and has a roster of 4 guys she fucks regularly (atleast once a month).

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We reached the apartment, and the door had one of those number locks I'd never seen before. He punched in the code, both of us walked in, and locked it from behind with a heavy click. That sound made my stomach drop. No way out now.

He pointed at the couch without a word. "Sit." I dropped onto the cushions like he ordered. He walked to the kitchen, poured some water, drank from the glass, then held it out to me. I shook my head. I think that was the only time I said "no" that day.

After that, everything was commands. No questions, no choices.

He stood right in front of me while I sat on the couch. My face was level with his crotch. "Take my pants off," he said. My hands shook as I reached up, unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged them down to his ass. He shoved them the rest of the way off himself. Underneath, his cock strained against the underwear, thick and already hard. I froze when I saw the outline. It looked bigger than mine for sure and somewhat less the size that I used to see in porn.

"Feel it," he ordered. I didn't move. He grabbed my wrist, pressed my palm flat against the bulge, and rubbed it up and down over the fabric. The heat and hardness surprised me. I didn't expect my own body to react, but a strange spark ran through me anyway.

He tilted my chin up with one finger so I had to meet his eyes. "You like that?" I stayed quiet at first. He pressed harder until I whispered, "Yes."

He yanked his underwear down in one motion. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, six or seven inches of thick meat pointing at my face. I turned my head away on instinct. He chuckled, then forced my chin back so I had to stare at it. He took my hand again, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and started moving it for me in slow strokes. After a few, he let go. "Keep going," he said.

I stroked him with one hand, feeling the skin slide over the hard length. My palm grew slick from the heat. After a minute or two he pulled my hand away, opened my fingers, and spat a thick glob right into my palm. I made a face and wiped it on the couch cushion. His expression darkened. He grabbed my chin hard and gave me an expression which I'm sure meant he was angry at my action and was furious about it. The fear hit me full force.

He spat into my palm a second time, closed my fingers around it, and guided my hand back to his cock, sliding my spit-slick hand up and down his shaft while he stood over me, watching every move.

He kept my hand moving on his cock for another minute, the spit making every stroke slick and noisy.

He made me stand up by placing his hands under my armpits, pulled me towards him and literally pushed me down by pushing my shoulders and literally made me sit on my knees. And at that moment I knew what was going to happen because I had watched this in porn. Then he literally ordered me to suck his dick, which I was okay with... I don't know why... but still I hesitated. But he literally placed his hands behind my head to push in... but before that itself I took his tip inside.

And for the first and last time, to be honest... I thought it would taste bad... but oh boy... it was okay. The tip was soft, like sooo soft. That he didn't have to do anything to me for me to suck his tip... I sucked it without him giving me instructions for the first 2-3 minutes. But after some time... I felt his hands behind my head... his palm was covering my whole head from behind... and he started slightly pushing it. I don't know why... he was not letting me wrap his cock with my hands while I was sucking him. And slowly I started to suck him... and there I knew my limit.

I think I was only able to take 5 inches of him in my mouth. This went for 4-5 minutes I guess and that's when he did the unexpected... when I took all 5 inches... he was not letting me out... he held my head there and he literally tried to push me to take the rest of his cock. I literally nearly choked. He pulled out just long enough for me to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. Then he pushed back in, harder, using my mouth like a hole. My jaw ached. Tears streaked my face, but the fear mixed with something hotter now, my own cock twitching in my pants even as he used me.

I let him fuck my throat until my nose pressed against his pubic hair and I couldn't breathe. He held me down for several long seconds before letting me up, only to push me back in again.

Thick saliva dripped from my lips as he forced me to swallow it all. My own saliva coated his cock from the sucking, and he made sure I swallowed every bit. From that point on he was the one controlling the pace completely. Before I realized it, he had pushed me to take his full seven inches inside my mouth. Tears were coming out of my eyes. After some time one hand became two, his two hands now controlling the pace of the sucking. And finally after 10-15 minutes he put a stop to it and gave me a little tap to my face like a small slap, which was not painful.

After that tap, he pulled me up by the shoulders and guided me further into the apartment.

We walked straight to the bedroom. The first thing he did was grab a fresh bedsheet from the closet and spread it over the rumpled one already on the mattress. That simple action made my stomach twist. He was planning to put me through something messy, something that would leave stains.

He pointed at the bed. "On your back." I climbed up and lay down, heart hammering. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me toward the edge until my head hung off the mattress. A pillow went under my neck to adjust the angle. My hands stayed at my sides until he grabbed both wrists and pinned them wide against the bed. His weight settled over me as he bent forward.

His cock, still slick from earlier, pressed against my lips. He pushed in without asking. The first few thrusts stayed shallow, but he quickly changed the angle and drove deeper. My throat tightened around him. He didn't pull back. Saliva flooded my mouth and spilled over my cheeks. He kept thrusting, using the new position to slide further each time. I gagged hard, body jerking, but his hands held my arms flat and his hips kept moving.

After a couple of minutes he finally eased out. I tried to roll onto my stomach, desperate for a break, but he pushed me flat again. His cock dragged across my face, smearing spit over my skin before he shoved back into my mouth. The pace picked up. He fucked my throat in long, steady strokes, sometimes holding deep for several seconds while I struggled for air. Every time I choked he pulled back just enough for a quick breath, then sank in again.

I stayed fully dressed. He was still only half naked, jeans around his thighs. My own cock strained inside my pants, untouched. The realization hit me that I was nothing more than a hole for him right now. He used my mouth like that for over half an hour, switching between deep, relentless thrusts and slower, grinding pushes that forced me to swallow around the head. Thick strands of spit ran down my face and into my hair.

When he finally stopped, he let go of my wrists and stepped back. I lay there panting, face covered in spit, throat sore and swollen. He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my stomach in one rough motion. My face pressed into the fresh sheet as he climbed over me. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanked them down just enough to bare my ass. Both hands spread my cheeks wide. The head of his cock nudged against my hole. He pressed forward slowly at first, testing the resistance, then added more pressure. The tight ring refused to give. Pain flared sharp and sudden as he tried again, pushing the tip harder against the clenched muscle. I tensed up hard, gasping and pulling away instinctively. He tried once more, the blunt head straining but unable to breach even an inch. The pressure made me flinch and twist under him. He pushed twice more with steady force before giving up with a low grunt and turning my head back toward his cock.

He wiped his cock on my cheek one last time and pulled his jeans up. The disappointment hit me right then, even through the haze of nerves and arousal. I had wanted him to take my virginity that night, to keep me there for days if needed, stretching me open until I could take every inch. But he didn't. He let me up without another word. I pulled my pants back into place while he watched from the edge of the bed. My throat still ached, my face sticky with spit and precum.

Finally, he kindly let me use the bathroom. I went in, freshened up, and took some time to myself. When I came back out, we started talking. He began asking me more about myself—where I was going, what I was doing, where I was from, and what I was up to. It wasn't just random small talk; he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.

He was also really considerate. He offered me something to eat and brought me some cold drinks, making sure I was comfortable. I hadn't expected that kind of hospitality, especially from someone I had only just met and used me.

We ended up spending another hour or two talking and just hanging around. After spending all that time together, I assumed he was going to use me again. But instead, he did something completely different. He dropped me off so I could catch the bus and head toward the place I had originally been going to when I was on the train.

The End

What would you have done differently if you could relive that night? Would you have begged him to stay and try again, or would you have walked away like I did?

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