Why are hate[f]ucks so da[m]n amazing? | 2016

Forgive my lack of descriptive writing ability, as the writing in my career focuses on being terse and specific. I've never written an erotic story before, but this experience last week was, um inspiring. Names are changed.

This girl is a bad addiction for me. Some background: we lived together for a couple years, but she got into a bad crowd, bad drugs, etc. Her medical career went down the drain, she couldn't keep a job, so she turned to stripping at a mid-high end club in Atlanta. The sex was always amazing, but she refused to quit making drastic life mistakes, so I called it off a few months ago. She's average-stripper hot (so very conventionally attractive), a few tattoos, and a light-skinned hispanic with an amazing ass. We're both 25, and I'm a tall white boy, if that helps. We had hooked up a few times since the breakup, mainly because I have been quite busy with work, and going from amazing sex twice a day down to nothing has been difficult. Nonetheless, I had been clean from her for over a month when I sent her the text at 2am.

"I'm dog/house-sitting for my friend Allan near your apartment. I need to hold your clit against his hot tub jets and cover your mouth until you make my arms bleed."

"address"

I sent it to her, along with instructions to arrive at the hot tub naked.

"be there after work, 3:30ish"

I warmed up the tub, drank some whiskey, put on my "business time" Pandora playlist, and relaxed until 3:45 when I slipped into the hot tub. She was always late. I heard the front door open around 4am. I put away my phone (redditing of course) right before she walked out on the patio. She was naked, hot as she's always been, and freezing cold. You know that praying mantis arms-up, bouncing on tip-toes position girls do when they're cold sometimes? It's cute, but she wasn't smiling.

She glared at me as she wordlessly slipped into the hot tub and lounged back on the opposite side. "We probably shouldn't be doing this" I said. She still was glaring at me, maybe she had a boyfriend now? Normally my cock would already be in her mouth at this point in our "meetings".

I asked her if she wanted a drink. She literally lunged at me and said "shut the fuck up". She ended up straddling me and we started kissing, angrily. With my right hand, I grabbed the back of her neck and lightly pushed my thumb into her right carotid. She moaned in my mouth and thrust her hips closer to me. I then leaned her back and supported her back with my left arm. She ended up lying down in the water with her back arched, stomach under water, pussy and tits above. I moved off the bench and grabbed her ass with my other hand. I kissed her mound and worked my hand around to the inside of her thighs. I firmly grabbed her left thigh, working my thumb up to just outside her lips. I had managed to maneuver my legs to support her back, so my other had was free to grope her tits. I lifted her ass up and began to eat her out. I started with flat, slow, firm licks all the way from bottom to top. This always got her going. Pretty soon she started whimpering, her clit begging for attention. When she was good and soaked with juices, I re-positioned and inserted a couple fingers. In this position I could reach her A-spot, which always turned her into a blubbering mess. I timed my fingers with my tongue and started attacking her clit at the same time I found her hot button. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. She actually went a little too far and got a little water in her nose, so I stopped and let her recompose herself (not sexy, sorry, real life).

When she came back up to kiss me, I grabbed her and turned on the bubble jets. I spun her around like we were spooning, except I used an arm to fold her legs up like a lawn chair. I had complete control of her in this position, and I moved her about 6" away from a jet, aiming it at her clit. She gasped, her eyes went wide, and she moaned "what the fuck?!". I asked her if it hurt her, and she said don't "fucking move me". I used my other hand to lightly rub her asshole as she started trembling. She had strong legs, so it was a delicate balance to hold them back without crushing her chest. She let out a nasal, unrestrained groan and I felt her ass pulsate as she came. Her eyes were in the back of her head, and she turned it sideways to kiss me.

After she came down, she turned and grabbed my shoulder and positioned her pussy over my dick. I was basically laying flat on my back with my legs folded down. She bit her lip (she knows that always gets me), smiled, and said "I fucking hate you". I replied "completely reciprocated", and she impaled herself. Fuck, her pussy is made for my dick. We went at it for a couple dozen thrusts until we acknowledged the water was making it awkward. She climbed off, sat down, and pulled my crotch towards her. She started going down on me. She's so fucking good at sucking cock. Hell, she's probably a pro at this point, I don't know. She never has been able to get me all the way in her throat, but her tongue and hands know exactly how to make me lose control.

"Let's get out of the water", I said. We walked inside, cock still raging. I grabbed a sheet and threw it over my buddy's loveseat. I laid back in it, and she climbed on top. One of the reasons why I stayed with her so long was her attitude towards sex and pleasure. She was the opposite of passive, and that night she was absolutely FUCKING me. Not pegging or anything, I mean she was grabbing both my shoulders and slamming her pussy onto my cock. I was thrusting too, as we had a lot of practice with each other's timing. After a couple minutes of this, she started to come. She moaned with her head lying on my chest, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I normally have pretty good control, but she was starting to make me lose it. When she finished coming, I pulled her off and told her stand up behind the chair and grab the top.

Doggy was her favorite position, and I liked it because I usually could last a long time. I started fucking her, hard. Thinking about how horrible she was to live with, her jealousy issues, how much of my money she spent, etc. It was completely animalistic, and the noises we were making were unfiltered and as raw as they've ever been. After she came another couple times, I pulled out, said "my turn", and brought her to the guest bed. I love to finish with missionary, but with her legs above her head. I drilled into her, and she clamped her contorted pussy around me. "Come for me, come for me". I passed the point of no return, gave her a little countdown, and pulled out. She quickly flipped around and started jackhammering my cock with her hand and mouth. I groaned louder than I ever had, and she moaned while swallowing my load.

We both laid on our backs on the bed, sheets on the floor, and didn't say anything for 5 minutes. She broke the silence with a breathy "fuck". I said "we probably shouldn't do this anymore, because I won't be able to stop." She just replied with "yeah". We silently showered, and then she got dressed and left. I haven't talked to her since, and it takes a lot of effort to keep it that way.