[M]y First Hate [F]uck | 2016

Now, I’m not entirely sure this qualifies as a “hate fuck” to some of you, but it is the most apt description for me, so here goes:

This all started about three years ago. I had recently finished my undergraduate degree and was enrolling in a Master’s degree program in my particular field. This program was a little unique in the fact that it involved taking classes predetermined and set by the university. We had a cohort of students that would progress through the 18-month program together. The class was split fairly evenly between guys and girls, and all approximately the same age, with a few outliers. Given that there were a relatively small number of students spending a decent amount of time together all studying a field we were passionate about, we began to get very close very fast, at least some of us.

Jessica was a girl in the class and someone who immediately rubbed me the wrong way. She had come from a stuffy undergraduate university and was the type of person who felt that she was always right in every situation. Just a nightmare to work with in group projects. Looking back now, performing an extremely amateur psychological evaluation of myself, I think I realize that we butted heads so much because I saw my same personality in here. She was about 5’3” tall, tanned, with black hair, with a face framed by glasses, but not in the sexy schoolgirl way. If I had t guess, I would say her tits were either a large B cup or a small C, and she had a pretty nice ass for her size. I suppose I should describe myself, I am 5’9” tall with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean body from years of cross-country and track and field.

Anyways, fast forward to the end of the program. We had been working the entire last six months on perfecting our thesis projects to be approved for graduation. As I mentioned before, the class as a whole had grown very close over the length of the program, so we all decide to head to Vegas to blow off some steam after our last class. It was a Saturday and we had all completed our final presentations around 1 in the afternoon and about 15 of us set off for Vegas. One of the guys in the program had the hookups and he had arranged for us to get our own table and bottle service at one of the hottest clubs in Vegas. We arrived, checked in to our suites, and got ready for the night.

After the obligatory photos for the girls, we got to the club, skipped the line, and were shown to our table, where the drinks quickly began to flow. Now I don’t claim to be the strongest drinker in the world, but I can definitely hold my own despite my small stature. But these drinks are coming on strong and I am definitely feeling the buzz. We all spent the next couple hours alternating between dancing a drinking, and I made my way around and danced with all the girls that were there, with the exception of Jessica. I must admit, it was nice seeing these girls in something other than business casual attire, and they certainly dressed to impress. They were all wearing skintight dresses that showed off their curves, and left very little to the imagination. One in particular was Stephanie. Stephanie was one of those girls that did not dress to her body (or at least what I saw in class activities, but that could have been the program’s fault more than her own), but tonight was flaunting what her mother gave her and she looked hot! She was just a couple inches shorter than me, had nice perky tits, again, guessing a solid C, and had gorgeous legs (I believe she was a soccer player). She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and was back on the market, so she was target number 1 for the evening. We poured each other drinks and decided to hit the dance floor together. The dancing, alcohol, and the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in a while were beginning to take its toll on me, and I began to start getting hard. I decided I would go back to the table and sit down for a little bit and recoup. This is where the “fun” begins.

As I made it back to the table, I saw Jessica leaving the bathroom with security quickly in tow. She almost made it into our roped off area before the caught her and told her she had to go. Apparently throwing up in the bathroom of a Vegas club is a no-no. I looked around and there was no one else from our group around, so I was not about to let her get kicked out and left on her own given her current state. The club we were at was not at our hotel, and I figured it would be trouble if she tried to get back on her own. I began to get up to follow her when I realized just how drunk I was myself. I suppose I shouldn’t have had that last drink when I went to go sit down. I get outside and find her and she is just sobbing hysterically mumbling something along the lines of she doesn’t know why they picked on her and she had to leave, blah, blah, blah (again, can never be her fault). I do my best to get her in a cab to get her back to our hotel and she keeps wanting to go back inside, which obviously isn’t going to happen. So now, coupled with my pre-existing dislike for her was the fact that she had indirectly forced me to leave a good time. We make our way to the taxi stand and got a cab back to our hotel.

Once in the cab, Jessica begins to calm down a bit and is thanking me for watching out for her. This is the first ounce of gratitude I have ever seen from this girl, but I am still grumpy for leaving and kind of brush it off. My attitude about the whole situation makes this next part one of the craziest things that has ever happened. As she is finishing up another apology, she rests a hand on my leg and begins to make her way to my cock. It is still semi-hard and quickly jumps back to attention at her touch. I don’t think I am anywhere near the biggest guy in the world, but she seems shocks and whispers in my ear “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that”. To this day, I still have no idea how we made it back up to our room after leaving the cab, but somehow my drunken self navigates the gauntlet that is a Vegas casino. Once inside my room, I quickly throw her up against the wall and begin kissing her. I hike up her dress and she begins to respond to my touches, moaning into my mouth as I play with her through her panties. I push her over to the sofa bed and pull her down on top of me, kicking off my shoes in the process. I unbuckle my belt and kind of nod towards my pants, and she gets the idea. She takes my pants off and pulls my boxers down as my cock springs free. She wastes no time and puts in in her mouth and starts bobbing up and down on my dick.

Not sure if it was the alcohol, or just my general lack of interest in her, but the blowjob is not doing anything for me. I pull her dress up over her ass and over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties. I begin to sink my fingers into her pussy to entertain myself a little during the action, but my only goal at this point is getting off. After about 5 minutes of her sucking on my cock, I pull her up off of it and turn her around, getting behind her. She knows what is coming and doesn’t object as I slide her panties off of her. I hear a faint moan come from her as I pull them off, but again, I am only focused on myself at this point. I don’t even bother with a condom, which, in hindsight may not have been the best idea, but in that moment I was definitely thinking with the wrong head.

I rub my cock head up and down her slit and given the lack of foreplay directed at her, she is surprisingly wet. I give a couple quick dips before shoving all the way in to her, my balls slapping against her skin. She lets out a yell that I’m sure would have been heard if anyone was in the room next to us. Once inside her, I undo her bra from the back and let her tits fall out. I begin to tweak and pull on her nipples, and this brings added moans from her. It is at this moment that I begin to be thankful for the amount of alcohol in my system, as I have seemed to have found the perfect balance of being able to stay hard, but not feeling like I’m going to cum given the intense pace I am keeping up.

After about 5 minutes of doing her doggie style I pull out and lay on the bed to allow her to do some of the work. She starts to try to ride me cowgirl but I quickly turn her around and face her away from me, as I want nothing about this experience to even slightly resemble something emotional. She eventually gets the hint and climbs on and backs up on me. I hate to admit, but she was pretty good at twerking that nice little ass on my dick and was responding well to my increasingly hard slaps leaving handprints on each butt cheek. I quickly realize that I will not last long in this position, so I pull her off of me push her head down on my cock so that she can taste herself on me. She licks from the base of my cock to the tip before putting the head in her mouth. I begin to slowly yet firmly push her head down until she has me all the way down her throat and her nose is pressing up against my pubes. I let her up for air before I stand up and again position her doggie style on the bed. This time, I stand up on the floor behind for additional leverage and really start going to town, pounding in to her with my hips as I grab hers and pull her back to meet my ever thrust. My orgasm is rapidly approaching so I take my last strokes and pull out before cumming all over her lower back and ass. I hand her a towel, while she finds her underwear and dress, and quickly show her the door. I hopped in the shower and was getting out just as the guys I was sharing a room with returned. I laid down and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.

This has been the only “hate fuck” I have ever had, and it certainly did not disappoint. I am usually the kind of lover to always make sure the girl gets hers, but this scenario was all about me, and it was a little nice to be selfish in that regard. Hope you enjoyed reading.