Humiliation of my boyfriend - part 2
By Alexia


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About two weeks after my boyfriend had been badly humiliated by my ex, he was
starting to regain some confidence. Especially in bed he had started to
function again normally, and I liked that. He was able again to ride me like a
real man would. The only difference was that I hadn't given him oral anymore,
that blow to his pride had been a blow to his manhood for me. Of course, I
hadn't told him that; I simply stopped doing it spontaneously as I used to,
without him noticing. I had not mentioned the fight to him, but I had thought
about it quite often. The thought of it still somehow aroused me. What's more,
I knew Mike was afraid of my ex and that he was trying to avoid him as much as
possible. Yet, he did not admit that because it would be a terrible blow to
his ego. He had in fact started again to behave in a sassy way, and he would
never have admitted being afraid of somebody. The fact that my ex had taken
from him his jacket was a bit of a taboo as well, because my bf was supposed
to get it back, had he not been afraid of him. In those weeks I had had quite
a lot of free time, which I had spent in the gym and... Texting with my ex.

One evening my ex and I were supposed to meet for the first time after months
at 7 pm. It was not meant to be for sex or so, but just to chat up a bit.
Before leaving, I had had sex with Mike at my home. I had ridden him cow-girl
style, with him firmly driving my movements holding my hips. "Yeahh, yeah,
yeah, 'ah 'ah.." was my reaction at his dick coming into me from below. "Show
me how man you are, show it to me!" "Yeah, I fuck you. You're mine. Your're my
bitch, ooh yeah" he uttered while my hands were lying on his chest, and my
closed eyes were enjoying the penetration with my mouth emitting gasps of
pleasure.

When we were done I realized i was being late, so I run to the shower and then
got dressed as fast as possible. Before getting dressed, I noticed how good
looking I was: I was a 1.68 tall brunette, with long hair and a nice skin. I
had started to train again in the last weeks, and it was clearly visible. I
then put on some simple white sneakers, a pair of slim blue jeans with a brown
leather belt, a lacy shirt and a blue denim jacket. I also collected my hair
into a pony tail. I then realized two things: that I was terribly late and
that I had left my mobile near my bed, where my boyfriend was getting ready to
go home. When I got back to my room I realized that the unthinkable had
happened. My boyfriend had read my texts. My ex had tried to call me, and Mike
had seen it.

"What the hell Jane?" Mike said to me. At first I tried to justify myself:
"Listen I... I was just chatting... Just chatting with him. We are not even
friends anymore. I just wanted him to give you back your jacket..." His reply
was furious "If I wanted it back, I could get it right now. I am not afraid of
him!" "I know that, but... Listen, can we talk about that another time? The
girls are waiting for me" while saying that I tried to grab my phone. In that
instant he caught my arm "you are not going anywhere! I know you were going to
meet with him!" "Listen..." I tried to grab it with my other hand, which he
stopped as well. "Is that the reason why you stopped doing certain things? I
noticed that!" "Please, let me go. It's not what you think. We are just
friends. And if he sees that I am late and comes here, he beats you up once
more!" Was my reply, honestly concerned about Mike as well. This one thing I
said he didn't like. "He didn't beat me up, he just got lucky and blocked me.
I'm a real man, not a pussy like him. I could beat him up any time, and I
will! Now I want a blow-job, go down and give me one!" In saying that, he left
my right arm and grabbed my pony-tail and pushed it down. It hurt. That was
too much.

With the palm of my hand I hit his chest, then moved it up fast and moved his
head up. He left my other arm, which I used to join the other hand and push
his neck up. Then I raised a knee and hit his belly. He bent forwards and left
my tail. I moved backwards. "Now I teach you a lesson" he said angrily. He
tried to punch me, but I moved to the left and stopped his arm. I then hit his
lower legs with a kick. He fell down. For a second, I put my hands into the
back-pockets of my jeans, spread my legs and stared at him proudly from above.
"You are a looser. You are getting beat up by a woman. You know what? I
started again martial arts in these days. I was a brown belt, and my ex had
encouraged me to go on."

At this, he came back onto his feet and tried to attack me again. "You..
bitch!" He said angrily. Imitating me, he hit my legs and I fell down. He then
came down to me and tried to grab me by my jacket, at which I was able to hit
him violently in the stomach again, and get up. I move behind his back, hit
his upper back, grabbed his hand and move it behind his back in a painful way.
"You had your jacket stolen like a pussy. I saw my ex yesterday, and he was
wearing your levi's jacket like a man would. You were afraid of him, that's
why you didn't try to get it back. He humiliated you in front of everybody."
"Ahhh bitch, if you let me go, I'll teach you a lesson."

I had to make him clear that I was stronger. I let him go, and once up he
tried to hit again my legs. I was ready, and I managed to hit his legs wile he
was trying to do the move. He was ridiculous. Then, with a scream, I was able
to punch him in the solar Plessis, finishing with a kick that stopped just
close to his balls. He feel down in pain and probably humiliation.

"Ahaha, look at what a pussy you are" I kicked him once in the stomach. I then
moved my hand to my pants and massaged the crotch area. It was so exciting to
show him who was the boss. I went down, and sat with my knees onto his arms,
as bullies sometimes do. "I can't believe I let you fuck me. You are a pussy,
you should go down doggy stile!" I told him. With one hand I kept his neck,
while the other grabbed the area of his manhood from his army pants and closed
firmly. "Ahhhh, ahhh" was his painful reaction. I then moved a bit forward,
and my jeans started to touch his face. I unzipped them, "now you suck my
pussy, as the pussy you are!" In that exact moment the door rang twice. I
stood up, closed my jeans again, adjusted my denim jacket, kicked Mike once
more and rushed to the door. I was terribly late for the appointment with my
ex. I told myself that after getting rid of the person on the door, I would
leave. I opened the door, and there he was, my ex-boyfriend Jack. It was
almost 8 pm.

(To be continued)

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