Jacked Ex

"Hi , long time no see....hero"- I heard a familiar voice as I was bartending at the local bar I grew up in. They said you should always move out because people will come back and think you are a loser. Joke is on them - Noida is a thriving city and I would have been a millionaire if my crypto investments didn't go wrong. Sadly, now that my parents kicked me out of the house, I have to meet ends meet. My friend - the bar owner was nice enough to offer me this drink making position. 

Anyways, I looked up and - holy shit - this hot girl - amazing hair, beautiful face, a cleavage that was kinda low for a girl in UP. Overall she was quite fit. I could only see her upper body. She looked at me as if she knew me. It took me a minute - it was Kritika - my high school crush. We dated for a month or so before I dumped her. She kept getting taller and taller and didn't wait for my growth spurt. People made fun of us when we went on dates. Didn't help that she was athletic and basketball player. I kinda hurt her feelings when I parted ways - making fun of her small boobs or something. She raised her hand and it scared me. She smiled and said - "I will beat the shit out of you if I ever see you again.". Funny enough, I never saw her again. I fell in with rich crowd and all of us went poor real quick. Anyways - flashback over.

Anyways, i saw her gorgeous face- damn they do get prettier when they are not around. She looked like a knock out model. She ordered our most expensive whiskey and sat at the bar as we chatted. She also lit a cigar. She looked bold, broad but was wearing a jacket. She told me how she now runs a business but is a successful investor. I told her about my investing experience and how I bought wrong and sold wrong. She flirted with me , I blushed . She said she has to go but would love to meet me sometime. She paid the bill giving me so much tip . She leaned in and kissed my cheek. I was really turned on. I cleaned her glass and saw a hotel room key underneath. 

After I got my shift done with - I was heading out but I couldn’t get her out of my head. I went to front desk to return her card but couldn’t fight the feeling that she wanted me there as well. I decided to take a smart approach and said this card isn’t working. Front desk lady got really apologetic and said she’s sorry the key for presidential suite malfunctioned . “Presidential suite!” Damn Kritika must be loaded. I got another key and a champagne bottle on the house. 

I headed up and thought of knocking but thought it’ll be sexier if I just went in. The room was lit up - candles - light music - damn the mood was set. I looked around I heard a sexy voice -“ I knew you’d come”

I turned around . The room was huge I entered in further. “You always couldn’t resist trying to get what you cant have” she said. And then I entered a huge bathroom . I saw her well lit - in a tub. “But you had no appreciation for what you have”- she said and took a long whiff of smoke . She was looking like a queen on her majestic tub throne. She got up. Nude water grabbed for her for its life as it fought gravity. Her skin was so smooth but …

Damn she was jacked as fuck . 

First thing I could see after her beautiful face were them beautiful set of shapely abs. So ripped . so strong . So sexy. I gulped as I felt them move under her boobs. They were perfect t and perky supposed by her pecs. I was frozen like deer in headlights. I saw her neck so muscular and sexy. Her traps were so strong as well. Her shoulders though - boulder shoulders coming into 2 arms that could only put anyone to shame. She was huge but not disproportionate still feminine . Her forearms had sexy vascular . My eyes moved back to her abs . I count 8 of them coming closer to me as I saw her vagina. Slight bush . Labia so confidently presented . I moved back in fear and ran into a table. I dropped the champagne bottle , it didn’t break but it rolled down to her. She stopped it with her foot. 

I have never been into feet but omg, those feet. I had never seen feet so beautiful. My eyes went to quads that were building . Uffff …. Her thighs were massive unsurprisingly . My eyes fixated on her cooter again as she stepped so close to me. I was super turned on . And I looked up, her boobs in my face . Damn she tall. 

My body started shivering and shaking from her powerful aura. I was cold also sweating , really fucking turned on. 

She said “like what you see …. Little bitch ?”

The words were so seductive. I nodded and was offended by how she addressed me but still so powerless. She put a finger on my temple and slid it down my face. It was so sexy . My shivering intensified . I was leaking. She said “what could’ve been if you didn’t dump me - all because of your fragile ass ego ? And now look at you shaking like a little bitch at my touch”

 My hands raised and I wanted to grab her boob, she swatted em down . “Nope!, you had your chance”. It was killing me. I tried again. She grabbed my hand , completely overpowered me - she pushed me down and down until I was on my knees. Then she applied so much pressure on my fingers . I yelled like a girl . I heard cracking sounds as my fingers felt like they were breaking in her hands. I tried to get free it’s my other hand and she swatted it with the champagne bottle . She let my hand go and I massaged it as I saw up and she played with the champagne bottle. She rubbed the cork on her abs ridge and seductively opened the bottle straight from abs. Abs so strong. She covered her muscular body in champagne. Her washboard abs wet with sticky fizzy champagne all the way you her boobs. She took a long sip and I saw her sexy neck gulping . She allowed some champagne to fall on her shoulders. 

Her vascularity made the champagne fall through her shoulder stirations. I was so hard and mesmerized by the view , I forgot the pain of  my crushed hand . She moved her hair and body dancing with the bottle and I got drips on champagne on me. 

I rose up and came to hug her from behind and she just turned around and grabbed my throat and lifted me up . She nodded her head no. I told you you had a chance. She was lifting my entire body effortlessly with just her forearm. She did light curls at my expense and let me fall coughing. She steps on my hands as I saw up. She owned me so bad . She put her foot on my chest feeling my fast heartbeat . She smiled and put her toe close to my face and dropped remaining champagne on her lips drinking some - spitting some . It flowed on her neck and through cleavage and boobs , going through and like a fucking waterfall- some of it touched her vagina while some rolled off her thigh and leg all the way down to her feet . I opened my mouth in submission as I drank . It was humiliating , demeaning, and so sexy . She was the naked one and I was at her mercy . My cock was throbbing hard. Once I drank , and was drunk. She smiled and felt around my cock gently. Light touch made me cum so hard in my pants. They ballooned . I shivered and shook as if I was being exorcised . 

I cried . I was so filthy. Cum loaded pants , champagne over my clothes . I just passed out. She ordered housekeeping and went back to her bath. I couldn’t get up.

A housekeeping lady in her mid twenties came up with a bucket and mop. She dragged me aside to the private service elevator using my collar. She cleaned up the champagne cum mess . And came back to the elavator which went down. She dragged me out by by collar and my shirt tore. She let out a grunt. She bent down and lifted me in her arms . She was half my size . It was so fucking hot and - she was so strong as well. I was so spent but somehow I got hard again. My ballooned wet pants had movement that she noticed and shook her head like “never learn”. She took me out near the parking and threw me next to trash as I rolled . She dusted off her hands which got some of me on her. She went inside frustrated.

I tried to stand but fell due to lack of energy . I should’ve never broken up with Kritika . Thinking about her made me hard again