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While separating our things and moving out of a shared space, I returned to my garage one night to pick up a few items. From inside, as the garage door lifted, I saw a shadow dart out of the garage and run away. As I backed into the garage, I see my ex return. I get out of the car and ask, “Why did you just run away?”. She didn’t have a good answer, but now with the car turned off, I hear a faint hissing in the corner of the garage. I walk over to investigate and see my bike with a fresh hole popped in the tire. I ask, “Did you just slash my tire?”, she replies, “Why would I do that?” I gaze down and see the screw she punctured the tire with. Without her noticing, I pick it up and pocket it.

What ensued is some nonsensical back-and-forth as she attempted to deny slashing the tire that she most definitely slashed. The tire, ironically, Getting flatter each second with spurts of its final breath. She drops down to her knees behind my car, pulls my dick out and proceeds to begin sucking it. Given the previous event I wasn’t even hard, and I kept saying no. Because, really, this asshole just slashed my bike tire. So, I keep saying “no, fuck you” upwards of 20 times where I’d pull away sternly, do up my pants, then she’d forcibly pull my dick out again and continue trying to suck it. Super aggressive, passing miles beyond the line of consent. She has me cornered and I’m getting angry now. Because, honestly, the bike tire was just the cherry on top of how fucked up she was throughout the relationship.

So, I’m there, cornered, with my soft dick in her mouth. She’s just gonna town. Decision time: I either stop this nonsense or fuck this weirdo. She keeps saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in this garage.” And I’m not into any of it. But just then I get hard. Conflicted. As much as I hate this psychopath at that very moment, there are worse things than getting a blow job on a Tuesday afternoon. So, for a second, I’m like, “Just tell this asshole how much you hate her right now and cum all over her face, then leave.” Get it over with. So, I say, “You’re an asshole. I hate you.” She pulls me deep down her throat, right to the hilt, eyes watering, then pulls away and says, “Why am I so broken? I’m so turned on right now. Want to feel how wet my pussy is?”

I resisted a bit more. As conflicted as I was, she was clearly getting off on the struggle, so I broke down, didn’t let on, and went with it a bit. I took her upstairs because the fizzling bike tire was putting me off. Tore off her clothes. I say, “You’re such an asshole.” She gets on her knees, on her sofa. Dick right back in her stupid mouth. I reached over her back to feel her pussy. Absolutely dripping wet.

I laid down on the sofa as she continued sucking me off. Pulling her hips over my shoulders, I started lapping at her clit, pussy juice spilling down my beard. Pushing at her labia with my tongue, I slipped a finger inside her, then another, lightly stroking her g spot as her hips beared down on my face, her intensely working my dickhead with her grip around my shaft. As she started to cum, I pushed deeper on her g spot, slowing my tongue on her clit hood piercing as she tightened. As her legs quaked and she came, I gave her a breath before flipping her onto her back with legs up in the air.

She hated when I fucked her like that. Legs in the air, she said it felt like a baby getting a diaper change. I pushed her knees into her chest, going deep as she squirmed, staring in my eyes, asking… then begging for me to cum inside her. I said, “Absolutely not. You’re fucking evil.” As I drilled her pussy, she started rubbing her clit and her eyes fluttered as she came again. I repeated, “This is the last time.”

As she begged me to come inside her, I held her gaze until the last second, pulling out and cumming all over her. She stretched her hands around her abdomen like a set of goal posts, trying to stop the load from dripping on her precious sofa. As I dressed and she toweled off, I slipped the screw out from my pocket. Yes, the one she punctured my tire with. I looked at her, left it standing on the kitchen counter, then left without another word.

I never wrote or called again, blocked everything, and so glad I left. I wish I had some smart one liner about the screw that I left on the counter, but I didn’t know I’d write it here as a story.

NSFW: yes

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