Humbled, Fucked, and Discarded

She moved her hips back and forth, rhythmically, faster and faster, while I obediently sucked, tasting latex in my mouth. Natasha loved to humiliate, and she knew how to do it. Her icy voice echoed through my mind as I sucked on the artificial cock… ''Your Sanja is a whore. You're marrying a slut. If she were here, she would suck me off.''

For me, Natasha had always been just a hazy memory. Once, in some distant time, when I was just discovering my sexuality, she toyed with me - I was her sexual toy for a few weeks, and then she discarded me and went in another direction. I hated her for that, but only briefly. Time passed, my cock nestled in numerous pussies, and I completely forgot about Natasha, as well as my ''broken heart'' - it is known that teenagers love with full force, but they also forget very quickly.

And now, she returned, at a very wrong time - just a few days before my wedding.

She wanted us to have coffee… at her apartment. I accepted for only one reason: if I refused, she would think: he still suffers for me! He doesn’t want to see me because it would hurt him! And my primitive male pride wouldn’t allow me to give her space for such ideas.

So I accepted.

She welcomed me dressed in a short dress and provocative fishnet stockings. She smiled and talked a lot, as always. I wanted it all to pass as quickly as possible so I could go to Sanja - the woman I would spend the rest of my life with.

Objectively, Natasha was more beautiful than Sanja. And with prettier curves, that’s for sure. For a moment, I wanted to feel those firm, full breasts one more time… But I quickly buried that thought deep in my subconscious. She was rambling on like a boring chicken, about this and that - I, on the other hand, mostly stayed silent, with a smile that was meant to send a clear message: I’m doing just fine in life. I don’t miss you at all.

A wild stream of unrestrained thoughts confronted me with an uncomfortable question that I couldn’t avoid - do I miss her?

I looked at her - she was a damn hot piece. With an innocent, girlish face, but with a wickedly erotic gleam in her eyes. A real trap for men. I tried to shake off those dangerous thoughts. She helped me with that. After endless chatter that bored me, she touched on a sensitive topic:
''So, what’s your Sanja like?'' she asked, as if in passing.
''Great.'' I replied lightning-fast, somewhat taken aback - I didn’t expect her to ask about her.

She never talked about other women. It was her way of expressing her superiority. She asked a few usual, polite questions, and then she began her game.
''And tell me, how does Sanja fuck?''
I frowned and waved my hand.
''Please, Natasha…''

She continued unwaveringly.
''Did you deflower her ass? Or was it already open from before?''
Somewhat angry, I stood up and headed for the exit door. She stopped me with a lethal trump card.
''Does Sanja know about your secret, hidden passions?''
Her icy voice cut through me - frozen in mid-step, I stiffened and turned pale. Is it possible she’s thinking about… No. It can’t be.
''What are you talking about?'' I asked in a trembling voice, fearing the answer.

She stood up and approached me from behind. I felt her fingers touching me - first at my neck, then lower and lower, over my spine, then even lower, slowly, towards my buttocks. Boldly, she slipped her hand under my pants, then even bolder - into my underwear, and then - her naughty finger found its way, between my clenched cheeks, to my tight anus. She caressed it, then wickedly asked:
''You still love it, don’t you? You love being fucked by a woman?''

I remained silent, frozen, in disbelief. I could have pushed her away, left, but two things stopped me. First, I knew what she would say.
''Just move and I’ll tell your little whore what a pervert you are. I’ll tell her I fucked you with a vibrator. She doesn’t know that, does she? Do you think she would marry you if she knew?''
I knew she would say that. And she did.
The second reason? The second reason I didn’t leave… Damn… It had been years since a woman had caressed my anus, had slipped into it, had fucked me. I missed it. Am I perverted? Yes. But I admit - I devilishly missed it. Hot sweat trickled down my forehead as she gently ran her finger over my hole… I trembled, excited, and my cock rose, awakened, growing and hardening, treacherously revealing how aroused I was, how much I liked her soft touch…

''Why? Why are you doing this, Natasha…?'' I stammered, torn between despair and excitement, completely powerless, overwhelmed…
I wanted to leave, slam the door, be stronger than her, tougher… But she ruled the situation.
''Why? Because I love to humiliate men,'' she replied indifferently. ''I want you to know this: that whore Sanja can have you only when I allow it. You are mine. You are my whore.''
She smiled with satisfaction, then roughly commanded:
''Strip.''

I obeyed, broken. More than anything, what bothered me was that I wanted this. I wanted her to have me, to fuck me… If only I had given in to the blackmail - that would have been fine. I can’t let her tell Sanja about my past sins - that would be a good reason. But I knew I was surrendering to her above all because I wanted to be hers, and to be fucked in the ass. She went somewhere briefly, then returned naked, with a large latex vibrator strapped around her waist. She stood in front of me.
''Kneel,'' she said. ''Kneel and suck.''

Like a trained dog, I dropped to my knees. Her vibrator swung in front of my face. I closed my eyes and slowly took it into my mouth. She moved her hips back and forth, rhythmically, faster and faster, while I obediently sucked, tasting latex in my mouth. Natasha loved to humiliate, and she knew how to do it. Her icy voice echoed through my mind as I sucked on the artificial cock…
''Your Sanja is a whore. You're marrying a slut. If she were here, she would suck me off.''

I wanted to stop her. She can’t talk like that about the woman I love. She can’t! But I couldn’t muster the strength. My ass was already pulsating, craving for sex, and the vibrator in my mouth was driving me crazy. The sight of her, feminine yet powerful, beautiful yet cruel, excited me like hell… And I endured. After a few minutes, she ordered me to kneel on all fours and spread my legs. I did so. Like an animal destined for mating, I got down on all fours and raised my butt. She approached me from behind and soon after I felt the touch of cold latex on my ass. She was still enjoying her superiority.

''Faggot! Dirty faggot! Bring your little wife here. I’ll tear her ass apart. Both yours and hers.''

I felt her pushing… A sweet pain pierced my ass as the vibrator was shoved into it, inch by inch. Breathing heavily, I moaned like a little whore, and Natasha laughed and pushed harder, stretching my anus with the artificial cock. With one hand, she grasped my hard cock and began to jerk me off, while with the other she squeezed my buttocks. My ass completely relaxed and her vibrator was buried deep… I felt it penetrating, conquering my insides, filling me, destroying my pride, while at the same time feeding my lust. She began to tremble and dug her nails into my butt.
''Come! Come, I fuck you!!!''

Her hand was pulling my cock harder and harder, and finally - I spilled hot cum on the floor. She pulled the artificial penis out of me and sharply slapped my butt.

''You’re dirtying my floor, your mother, huh?''
She quickly grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Then she forcefully pressed my face into the floor, right where the puddle of cum I had just spilled lay.
''Clean that up!'' she yelled. ''Clean it with your tongue!''

Overcome, I licked my own seed, feeling at the same time the peak of humiliation, but also the peak of pleasure. She smiled with satisfaction, then said:
''Now you can go.''

Defeated, I got dressed and left, thinking on the way - ''Oh God, I came here just to not give her the pleasure of superiority…''