Ashley Gets Ruined for Men

Authors note: For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, Ashley pressures Lucy to stretch out her pussy against her best interest, without a plan to stay with her long-term. This is the final chapter. It's honestly not very hot but it rounds out the story well. Please don't be afraid to comment your thoughts.

Weeks passed, and I enjoyed the soothing comfort of being in a steady relationship. Holding my girlfriend's hand, feeling her soft skin, and just knowing when the weekend rolled around I would have someone to do.

It was also hindering. Lucy was never meant to be a wife. She was a cute target, emotionally vulnerable from her breakup, and kinky enough to go along with what I wanted. Our relationship had run its course; she was a beautiful plaything I had now done everything I wanted with. Lucy was just my project. She had to be set free, so men could see my work and experience the bitter feeling of inadequacy. They would be devastated by her tattoo, and humiliated by their inability to sexually satisfy her.

We had to break up.

I took a break from ochem to look at my phone. "6:54". Lucy usually came around 7, I was feeling a bit anxious.

I heard a knocking at the door, and begrudgingly got up to open it.

"HIIIII", Lucy cheered, squeezing through the partially open door and hugging me.

"I'm soo happy to see you, tonight will be fun!", she shuffled herself closer to me while responding to her own greeting.

She was wearing what had become her usual uniform; a skirt, crop top, and light jacket. No sooner had I returned the hug she betrayed me, reaching down and squeezing my butt cheeks with each hand.

"AH!! Wow you're acting feisty!"

Lucy's buoyant mood gave me pause; I wasn't sure if I should break up now or wait. I fretted revealing my decision.

"So what're you up to tonight?", a cheery eyed Lucy smiled at me.

I started walking back to my desk, "Just some light reading, my ochem class is killing me!"

"That class has been 'killing' you for months now, but you always do well!"

"Yeah well I'm only passing because I'm not always goofing off"

I sat down at my desk, but before I could pull the chair in, Lucy stopped me by sitting on my leg.

"NOOooo, goof of a little with me!!", Lucy's eyes now filled with mischief.

Her legs were straddling mine; I could feel her wetness through her underwear. She developed a devious grin.

I jostled my leg, with the intent of rubbing her through her pants. "Hopefully that'll be enough for you" I chimed. Lucy's expression flattened. "no, MOAR!"

I smiled, leaning in for a kiss. Shaking my leg I felt a rough outline of her privates on my upper thigh. The more I played with her the baggier it became, somehow feeling like there was more skin, or at least that it moved around more easily.

"Alright Ashley time for some

serious

girl talk", Lucy's voice sounded sarcastic but she stared at me with intent. "I want to try fisting you tonight, you always focus on me and I want to trying giving for a change".

I giggled, and leaned even closer to Lucy. "Awwww, but you're so good at receiving!" I breathed lightly onto her face, and stroked her thighs, which were largely exposed due to her booty shorts. I knew this was giving the wrong impression, I was supposed to break up with her, but I couldn't resist. "Maybe another night", I thought.

"but Ashleyyyyy"

I kissed her lightly on the lips to stop her whining, "No", I exhaled firmly.

"But it could be fun!"

"Lucy, I've turned you into a perfect fuck doll, there's no way were changing that now."

"That's just it, I don't want to be just a fuck doll, it's demeaning". Lucy was pouting now, metaphorically standing her ground with her hands to her side in upset fists.

She looked too cute to take seriously.

I squeezed my arms around Lucy, picking her up a few inches off the ground, and started waddling towards the bedroom. Lucy was making noises but I mostly ignored her as she pouted.

"Put me down!!", she lightly pounded my back as she tried to wiggle out of my bear hug.

"You shouldn't have been so small if you didn't want to be carried places", I chuckled at my own joke. It wasn't original, but I thought it was funny none the less.

"Ashleeyyyyyyy stoppppp"

As I trekked forward we entered my room, and I did my best to toss her onto the bed, although without enough leverage she more or less just sat down. "I don't want to do this if you're just going to fist me or use that dildo on me!"

I ignored her and started stripping, exposing my breasts to the air. "You like these, don't you?" I moved closer to her so my breasts were in her face. I used the opportunity to pull her shirt up and off, with mild resistance from Lucy.

She kissed my breast lightly, and then gently placed her teeth on my nipple so she could flick it with her tongue. "You better let me be in control tonight, ok?"

Adorable, I can't believe she thinks she won. "Is this what girls who are in control do, sit there and pout?"

Lucy tried to stand up but I pushed her down. "You're mine tonight, got it?" I held down her arms as she tried to struggle away. My pants were still on but I climbed on the bed anyways, intent on using my weight to keep her steady.

"Can you stop? I want to talk"

"I think you're a lot better when you're just lying in your back", Moving fast, I placed one shin on top of her arm, and then the other.

"Get OFF ME!" Lucy yelled, I ignored her, sitting on her face. My jeans provided for a rough surface pressing against her face, but I had accustomed Lucy to rough sex, so I'm sure this was nothing. Most importantly it turned her yelling into murmurs.

I looked down at her short shorts, which were still on. I reached my hand underneath, accessing her warmth. She tried closing her legs on my hand but to no avail, as I was able to squeeze through. I quickly stuck four fingers into her, holding her pussy like one would a table.

My fingers went in easily and had no trouble moving about. I bet she could take two fists if we worked on it, although I hadn't found a good opportunity to try. I relished in what I had done to her though; in my mind I pictured her pussy, which now hung open in a permanent state of looseness. The edges of her inner labia were darkened, and her pussy looked as though it may prolapse at any moment. I wanted to see it again, but I couldn't with these shorts. I couldn't even get my fist in with her squirming and these shorts in the way.

I got up, and Lucy gasped. "You're being a real asshole!"

I re-positioned myself to now be sitting on the bed, near Lucy. We had a lot of rough sex, but Lucy seemed genuinely mad. Her brows were furrowed, and her lower mouth was red from where my jeans rubbed against it.

"You're such a bitch, I'm leaving", Lucy leaned forward onto her hands to climb off the bed, and I almost instinctively wound up and slapped her.

"Don't fucking call me names!" I stared at her, unable to come up with a good comeback. "You loose whore!" Not my best but it'll do.

The slap had stunned Lucy, she now stared at me, her eyes starting to well up. I grabbed her by the neck and guided her to the bed. "You better do as I say, all right?" I slapped her again on the face, this time lighter. Her cheek was growing red from where I hit her, and a tear fell out of her eye. "Ashley.... I.. I want to go home...."

"Not yet", I barked. Lucy was now just lying there, scared and uninterested in moving. I finally pulled her shorts off and underwear off as a pair.

I was hoping she would come around to sex again if I just got things started. I chucked her shorts and panties onto the ground, disgraced, and looked at her pussy.

"Just as I had left you", I murmured.

I prodded her baggy hole with my finger. She could be mistaken for a mom of four kids. her inner hole pushed out, barely restrained by the mass of her legs. Laying there with her legs open she formed a small gape, which seemed to exist whenever she exposed herself to the world. The tattoo I had so unscrupulous inscribed onto her leg lay near her most intimate parts, displaying my domination over her.

"mmhm,... w.. whyyy"

I could hear Lucy whimpering, but not in a cute, sexy way. It was killing the mood. In one motion I tried to push my whole hand into her, with a loud yelp.

"AHH,... ashhl, ashley i.. i don't...."

She wasn't very wet, and the grip against my hand made the activity wholly unenjoyable.

Frustrated, I peaked up and looked at Lucy's face, she was crying now. I looked down at my hand, embedded in her, and suddenly realized this wasn't fun. Lucy wasn't coming around to it.

"Fine, I'll stop for tonight", the words rolled off my tongue in an unpleasant manor.

Placing my other hand on Lucy's pelvis I removed my hand, taking one last look at her beaten and abused hole. "Go home, this isn't fun".

Lucy lay there, closed her legs and rolled over crying, facing away from me. Quiet sobs echoed in the now silent room.

"Lucy you need to go home, you ruined the mood". She exhaled a few more pouts, rolled off the bed, and went to put on her shorts I had disgracefully thrown across the room.

She tried hiding her intimate parts from me, but being naked, there was only so much she could do. For what I was afraid would be the last time, I saw her outer labia, puffy and hanging lower than we first met. She pulled up her shorts, and turned towards me to get her shirt.

It was only then that I appreciated how red her face was becoming, specifically from where I hit her. I must have hit her harder than intended.

"You know this was a lot of fun until you ruined it!" I scoffed, still sitting on the bed. Lucy was still crying, not saying anything. She quickly put on her shirt and left. No goodbyes, I just heard her walk through the kitchen and fumble with the door briefly before shutting it and leaving.

I sat there for a minute, upset that it was over, but also relieved. In a way, this is what I had wanted all along. Our fun had run its course. I got up from the bed, still without a shirt, and locked the door. I knew I wouldn't be seeing Lucy again, and while I was saddened and frustrated by the experience, I was also happy it was over.

6 weeks later.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket so I pulled it out; just another twitter notification. I put it away and continued to class. Somehow social life moves slower when I'm not seeing someone.

Lucy never messaged me after leaving in a huff, and I never messaged her. I missed the contact, but this was for the better. She was never supposed to be my forever, and I wanted to focus on school.

Arriving in ochem I saw towards the back. There was still a few minutes until class started so I checked my phone, but instead returned it between my legs.

It wasn't much but I was thinking about Lucy again, and I liked to apply a little pressure to against myself when I thought about her. She started out so tight, but by the end her pussy accepted my hand like a glove. I closed my eyes and remembered how her stomach would deform slightly as I pulled my hand up, or how completely submissive she was once I had pressured her into wearing the bad dragon toy inside her as we walk around class.

She may date other people but no more men; she's a lesbian now. Not just that, but a used up whore. Even if she had the courage to show some guy her hole, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it like he once could have. I squirmed at the thought of how utterly dominated she became.

I flipped the buzzer switch on my iPhone a few times as it was pressed against my intimate self, and felt a tingle in my spine. I smiled, and put my phone back in my pocket. Sometimes the goal isn't to cum, it's just to feel slightly good in public.

Placing my hands on my desk I looked around; "I need a new girlfriend", I pondered the thought, whispering just quietly enough so nobody could hear. A grin crept across my face as I looked over some of my fellow classmates, I couldn't wait to start again.