Pushing Limits

Right. So J was in some kind of mood last night. Starts off the evening by throwing me over a stool in the bathroom and fucking me REALLY FUCKING HARD (still sore. yay.). This was slightly riskier than normal as the owner had called earlier and said he would be stopping by early on his way to the movies. He never showed, but we didn't know that would be the case at the time. And on a normal night that would have been the end of it.

Shortly after that, he gets a few customers in. I am watching Army of Darkness, he disappears into the basement, presumably to get some more ice. But no. I get a text message that just reads "BASEMENT" so I head down there. Mind you, patrons of this establishment don't go in the basement, so I'm sure I looked fairly conspicuous. Get to the basement and he fucks me again. I come to find out later that he had brought lube with him to work that day, as his original plan was to fuck my ass. He scrapped it due to time constraints stemming from having more customers than usual.

Last week's Thursday night sex was a blow job in the dj booth, with the owner's father feet away in the next room.

I have two observations here.

1. These escapades are getting more and more daring as far as the possibility of being caught.
2. At one time we confined the sexcapades to one dedicated bathroom, but now they seem to be traveling all over the bar.

Combining these two things I've come up with a theory: J is on a mission to have sex in every room of the bar. This would by nature force more daring attempts. The back room is fairly open. The front room has a wall made entirely of glass which faces the street. Further to that the bar sits at the corner of a busy intersection.

All of this leads to a spark of hope for a fantasy of mine which has been floating around my head for some time.

I get to the bar even earlier than usual, J having only just arrived himself. He is behind the bar cutting up fruit when I come in, and glances up in surprise when instead of grabbing a seat on a stool, I come around behind the bar to where he is.

He starts to ask what I'm doing, but I silence him with a finger to his lips while my other hand reaches down to squeeze him through his pants. I use that grip to steer him up against the bar with his back to the street. I unzip his pants and pull his cock out, while glancing out the window to make sure there is no one walking by, but I see no one so I kneel to take him in my mouth. Someone could show up at any second - there is no time to fool around. I take all of him in my mouth at once and suck hard with long, fast strokes that hit the back of my throat again and again. I glance up at him. He is leaning back, both hands gripping the edge of the bar. His eyes are closed; his head thrown back. The sound of his ragged breathing mixes with the cars constant passing us on the street outside. I feel his right hand run through my hair before he grabs a handful of it and pulls me in to him. His cock explodes and pours his salty hot come into my hungry waiting mouth.

I pause and look up at him before I get up from the floor. He is looking down at me, his expression part surprise, part confusion part satisfaction. The expression never changes as I say "Thanks for the drink," turn on him, and walk out the front door.

I don't look back.

Inspired by the Rain

I curse my stupidity as I step off the train. I’d heard the weather forecast that morning; there is no excuse for not bringing a jacket or an umbrella. As if to mock me, the oppressive heat of the last three days has disappeared, replaced by an autumn-like coolness and a stiff breeze that blows right through my little purple sundress. I’d have driven today, but you have borrowed my car for an out of town trip. And so I am faced with a walk of nearly a mile in a torrential downpour.

I take no advantage of the relative shelter offered to me by the trees or the awnings, but walk on under the open sky – my punishment for my lack of planning. The rain beats down on me like a thousand tiny fists. The puddles are too big to jump over, my feet in their tiny sandals sink into them up to my ankles. Gusts of wind make me shiver and blow my dress even tighter against my body where it clings to me as a second skin.

As I walk, I find myself thinking of what you might say if you saw me like this, drenched to the core as a result of my usual flightiness about practical matters. I know it drives you crazy. I imagine your face as I walk through the door, my dress obscenely molded to my flesh, my erect nipples straining against the thin material. “Typical,” you say, “just typical. Never prepared for the weather, and now look at you. Look you’re dripping a puddle on the floor.”

“I’m sorry.”

You sigh. “You are a dripping wet mess. You’re going to have to learn to start planning ahead.” You walk to the closet and get my umbrella and a jacket, then grab me by the back of my arm and steer me into the bedroom. You toss me facedown on the bed. I feel you push my dress to my waist and peel off my soaked through panties.

I gasp the first time you bring the umbrella down on my ass. My bare skin stings from the blow, the wetness and the cold heightening the pain. CRACK! Again, and I feel the sting of each metal rod punishing my behind. On the third blow I open my mouth to scream, but you cram the jacket into it and silence my cries. I bite down on it as your umbrella blows rain down on me, harder now and faster, each one steadily increasing the pleasure and pain.

When you drop the umbrella and drag me off the bed onto the floor I am breathless and weak. But I will get no respite as you sit on the edge of the bed, pull the jacket from my mouth and replace it with your hard cock. Your hands grip the sides of my wet head and pull me down onto you. I try to keep from gagging as you force your entire cock down my throat. Tears run from my eyes as you ravage my mouth. I can feel the rain dripping off my ponytail, running cold down my back and into the cleft of my ass, in sharp contrast to the hot tears streaming down the side of my face. I am fighting for my breath now, struggling against panic as you grind my face into your pelvic bone, pummeling the back of my throat with your enormous erection.

Just as I think I can’t take any more you pull your cock out of my mouth, pushing my head back and holding me there as you empty your balls onto my face. Your cum mixes with my tears and the rainwater and the wet strands of hair that are stuck to my cheeks. You relax your grip on my head and I hear you say, “Perhaps next time you’ll take an umbrella,” as I collapse in a heap on the floor, soaked with rain and with your cum, my cold, wet dress still clinging uncomfortably to my skin.

The images stay with me as I reach my empty apartment, peel my wet clothes off and step into a hot bath. You see, my darling? Even the rain reminds me of you.

A New Amber

I've discovered a paradox: that when you have a full sex life, you don't have much time to write about it. And I feel badly about that because I have stories upon stories for you all, but no time to write them down. I'll try to do better in the future I promise!

I've also discovered another thing. As you can probably tell from previous posts, I tend to be somewhat submissive, especially with men. And I really never questioned that because I was enjoying myself that way. However I have several interesting things going on right now that are entirely contrary to that.

The first is a friend who was a virgin until a few months ago. It was something he didn't like about himself, along with the fact that he's always been terrified of approaching girls. It had become somewhat of a downward spiral: the longer he remained a virgin, the more intimidated he was by girls, but by not being able to talk to girls he was prolonging his virginity. So after much discussion during which I ceased to be "a girl" and became instead a trusted confidant, it was decided that I would teach him both about girls and about sex. This has, by necessity, thrust me into a much more dominant role than I am accustomed to. Despite his comfort level with me as a person, he is still painfully aware of the disparity in our levels of experience, and so almost always defers to me. I am working on breaking him of that habit, but it's been slow going.

Coming right on the heels of that situation is one with another friend that is almost the exact opposite. This friend has experience far greater than my own and has pretty much always played the dominant role. Despite being close friends and knowing him quite well, I have always found him slightly intimidating. About a month ago he came to me with an interesting request - he wanted to be my bitch. Always one to be open to trying new things, he felt he'd become complacent about his role in the bedroom and decided it was time for a grand experiment. I have no idea what it was that made him come to me with it. He knows plenty of girls who are far more aggressive than I. It's possible that that is the reason, that as long as he's going to try something that is the opposite of his experience he should take along someone who would be doing the same. Regardless, I find that it has been going quite well.

So, it seems I've discovered a whole new facet to myself that I never knew existed. It has pushed me out of my comfort zone in a way that I think is very good for me. Which is why I moved away from home in the first place - to explore myself, to test the boundaries of what I am capable of. And hopefully it will also generate some interesting stories for you all.

Just as soon as I have time to write them down.

I Remember

I see pink panties in a ball on the floor
and I remember how you pulled them to my knees,
remember your hands on my hips in their place,
remember you ravaging me from behind
your swollen cock pounding me again and again,
my pussy easily conquered by your thickness
without their thin veil of protection.

I see a short blue dress beside them,
inside out and I remember you raising it above my ass,
remember the sting of your slaps to my backside
sharper now with no material for cover,
angry red marks left on my ass
and I remember your hand on my breast squeezing hard
twisting my nipple through the blue cloth.

I see white sandals by the door
and I remember my hands on my ankles while you fucked me,
remember seeing your feet just outside mine
almost on tiptoe to get the angle that you like,
remember you pulling me backwards to meet you
so hard I nearly lost my balance
and my hands grabbing the sink to keep from falling

I see a paper towel in the basket
and I remember your cock sliding out of me
my pussy aching from your sudden absence,
remember my hand finding you behind me
remember your cock slick with me beneath my hand,
your chest against my back while I jerked you off
and you handing me the towel after coming on my ass.