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.

Just a Quickie

Just coming back from a long weekend on vacation with some friends, so I've got some stuff to get settled at work before I can fill you all in on the latest. In the meantime, here's an e-mail I sent to J last Friday, when I was too horny to concentrate at work:

I am in a mood today, and as the resident pervert around here, it means you're getting an e-mail. Congratulations.

Today's random essay goes like this: I love sucking your cock. It's possible you may have noticed this already, based on the fact that I've been sucking you off every Thursday for the last two months. Probably it seems like that's for you, and it sort of is, but really it's for me. The feeling of you filling up my whole mouth and throat, your hand in my hair, grabbing on to your hot little ass (your ass is fucking cute) for balance, the taste of you when you cum in my mouth and the way it feels sliding down my throat when I swallow it - it's all for me. It feeds my head later on, after I'm home in my bed, remembering your taste and finger fucking myself until I'm raw.

Yesterday may have been the hottest one yet, for me. Feeling you push back into me, hitting the back of my throat and making my eyes water...you don't even have to touch me, I can almost come just from that. It leads me to hope that some upcoming Thursday, and very soon, when you take me in the bathroom and I drop to my knees, that I won't be sucking your cock at all, but instead you'll be holding my head still with both hands while you recklessly fuck my mouth. That is my newest Thursday night desire.

Warned you I was in a mood...I'd keep going but I need to run to the bathroom and get myself off now. -Amber

Rockstar

"You're such a rockstar!" my roommate exclaimed. "I'm the one who's in a band, but you're the one living the rockstar life."

This was my roommate's observation last night when I came home from the bar with a brand new fuck tale. Which was coming on the heels of him coming home while I had a friend over for some hot sex and digital photography only two days earlier. Which came on the heels of having yet another friend over for his very first experience with sex ever the day before that.

I don't think I've behaved this badly since the summer after I finished high school. And the funny thing is, instead of leaving me satisfied, what I'm really thinking is "more".

The Payback

I watched out of the corner of my eye as J grabbed a stool from the end of the bar and took it into the front bathroom with him. Up until then I had been largely ignoring him.

I had dressed in a tiny cheerleader skirt and my braille t-shirt in anticipation of the payback I was promised a week ago, only to show up and find that J had gotten to the bar late and still had setting up to do, and that another friend of his was there in the bar, taking his time getting upstairs to do some work on the roof. I was frustrated and irritated, the same thing as last week!, so I pulled out my phone to play video games and turned my back on the pair.

Eventually, the friend had gone up to the roof, and J finished setting up, 45 minutes after the bar usually opens, and came to sit next to me. He made a big production out of leaning waaaay back to check out my ass, and then astutely observed, "You're wearing a skirt."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," I replied sarcastically without looking up from Collapse. And then he wordlessly took the bar stool in the bathroom.

I couldn't help but look up from my game at him when he returned. He saw me looking at him and said, "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"You're wondering why I put a stool in the bathroom," he suggested.

"Yes."

"I'll show you." I got up and followed him into the bathroom. "The stool is in here," he said, closing the door behind him and locking it, "to give you something to hold on to while I'm pounding my cock into your hole."

Yay! I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I thought you said you weren't going to have time," I teased.

"Well, we don't have much. We have to hurry before people start showing up, or he comes down from the roof. But I promised you. And I wouldn't want to waste another skirt." He had been lightly rubbing my back while we talked, but now he pushed me away from him and said roughly, "Turn around."

"Bossy fuck," I mumbled, and turned to lean over my barstool. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his pants dropping to the floor, felt him step closer to me, push my skirt a up a little further, grabbing my panties and yanking hem to my knees. He trailed his fingers back up the back of my legs and then hit me with a stinging slap that made me gasp. A second later I felt his huge cock slam into me so hard and fast I nearly lost my balance. I gripped my stool harder to keep from falling over while J drove into me hard from behind, one hand with a death grip on my hair, the other leaving angry red marks on my ass. My finger found their way under my skirt to my clit and I rubbed in small circles. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of J's contorted face in the mirror. He saw me watching him and smiled leeringly, saying "Come on, Amber. Come for me."

I pushed back on him, impaling myself. My orgasm rocketed though me and I stifled a scream. Both of J's hands moved to grip my hips and keep me from collapsing as I fell forward with my head on the barstool. He held me like that until he felt the waves subsiding, and then slowly slipped out of me.

I turned around and kissed him, while I grabbed his cock and started jacking him off. When I could tell he was about to come, I knelt and slipped my mouth around him, tasting myself mixed with his hot cum. With one hand on my shoulder he leaned heavily on me while he filled my mouth. As we stood there for a moment, leaning on each other and catching our breath he said, "See? I always keep my promises."

Thwarted

Another Thursday night blow job for J. Not that either of us are complaining. It's just not what we had planned.

What we had planned involved me showing up before he opened the bar in a tiny skirt and no underwear, and me getting bent over the sink for a good hard pounding.

And that's exactly how I was dressed when I arrived. J unlocked the door with a brutal scowl, and announced that the ATM machine had broken down and that the owner and the repair guy were on their way, then sulkily poured me a beer. As if to add insult to injury, another regular showed up at the bar insanely early. The owner and the repair guy stood in the corner taking apart the ATM, the other regular sipped her beer, J stalked around the bar in a small fury, and I sat still getting increasingly irritated. I pulled out my cell and pretended to play video games. I sent J a text, "I hate when you're in a bad mood. Ruins the whole point of showing up early in a tiny skirt."

"My mood has nothing to do with it. Bad timing again." This was in reference to the prior week when he asked me to watch the door for him while he went and jacked off, but never got around to it because the phone kept ringing.

"Regardless, it sucks to be me right now. Sucks."

"Sorry about the skirt. But speaking of sucking"

"Is that an invitation?"

"It is too bad about the skirt. i know it is a waste for there is no time. i could not help the ATM problem or R showing up. now time is the concern. quick is all we have...i.e. blow job"

By this time the owner had left, there were a few more people in the bar and our disappearance would be less obvious.

"I like blow jobs," I texted back. "You know that. But you totally owe me." Moments later, J disappeared into the back of the bar. I waited what seemed like an inconspicuous amount of time and followed.

I found him in the back bathroom, making a deliberate show of washing his hands in the event someone came walking by. When he saw it was me he gave me a knowing smirk and stepped back further into the room. I locked the door behind me and slid my arms around his broad shoulders, kissing down his neck. "I feel bad about the skirt, " he murmured in my ear. "Wear a skirt next week and I'll throw you over that sink and pound you harder than you've ever had in your life. And I'll smack that ass until it's red." As he spoke he had slid his hands up under my skirt and was lightly cupping my ass. He emphasized that last bit with a very light, almost silent spank.

"Yeah, you better," I replied. I drew back from him a little and rested my forehead on his chest to watch him free himself from his pants. I think he took this as a sign of disappointment because he said, "You don't have to suck it. You can just jack me off if you want."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked him rhetorically, kneeling in front of him and holding his already rock hard cock against my cheek. "This is one of my favorite things."

I started licking circles around his head before taking it in my mouth and sucking it slowly. With one hand on the back of his leg to steady myself I started taking him in, a little bit at a time in long, slow strokes. I could hear him breathing raggedly above me, and knew he had his eyes closed and his head leaning back. I kept going, a little lower each time, flicking the underside of his shaft with my tongue on the way back up.

He slid his hand around to the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair at my scalp. He used his grip to push my head all the way down. Tears ran out of my eyes from the force of his cock jammed down my throat. When he let up I changed pace, taking him all in, faster and sucking as hard as I could. He kept his grip on my head and roughly shoved his other hand down the front of my tank top, squeezing my breast and running his thumb over my nipple.

"Your friend B," he was saying. "You should have a little girl talk with her. Tell her how nice you think my big, thick cock is. And when she comes to visit, you'll bring her over my house and we can fuck her together. You can eat her pussy while I fuck you from behind, and you two can suck my cock together. And you can grind your cunt on her face will I rub my dick between her tits and suck on yours." I sucked harder and faster until I felt him push back into me, hard. He groaned as quietly as he could manage as he exploded into the back of my throat, his cum filling my mouth and a little bit running out of the corner. I collapsed on the floor in a heap.

J started putting himself back together as I stood and smoothed my hair in the mirror. "I'll let you go back first," he said. I dropped a quick kiss on his temple and headed back to the front.

A few minutes later, J was back behind the bar and leafing through a take out menu. " I haven't eaten yet," he said to me. "I'm gonna order something. Are you hungry?"

I smiled and said loud enough so only he could hear, "I was."

How's That For A Tip?

I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Thursday night, and I was at my regular Thursday night bar, where my friend J is the bartender.

"TONIGHT IS WEIRD...I HAVE TO JACK OFF SOON"

I looked across the bar at J. I hadn't seen him send that message, and I was a little startled. He wasn't looking at me; he was pouring a Newcastle and watching the basketball game.

"So?" I sent back.

"WANT TO WATCH?"

J and I used to fuck, but that ended before I moved here. At least it seemed to have. I assumed he got bored with me, or the novelty wore off because I was here all the time now. This line of questioning seemed out of the blue. Still, I was entirely turned on by it.

"Don't jack off," I sent back. "I know a better plan."

"YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME"

A few minutes later, J disappeared into the back of the bar. I found him in the back women's bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it. J said, "I don't know what the deal is today. Every since I got up. I jacked off three times already today, and I've been thinking about it since I got here. I..."

"Shut up," I said, grinning.

He grinned back. "You shut up," he said and pulled me toward him.

We kissed briefly, and somewhat awkwardly, half because it had been so long and half because we both knew he couldn't disappear for long without someone noticing that the only bartender was missing.

I pulled away from him and undid his belt, pushing his pants to the floor. I rested my hand on his cock. I could feel the heat from his rock hard cock through his shorts. He pushed his underwear down as I dropped to my knees.

I am always completely in awe of his cock. He is a freak of nature; beyond porn star huge. I'm talking, when I wrap my hand around him, I can't touch my thumb to my middle finger without squeezing him. Add proportionate length to that girth and you're talking a fucking monster dick on this guy. He is also generally a pretty smallish framed man. He's pretty short and not real bulky either, so the overall visual effect of this little guy with a freakishly huge cock is almost unreal.

And it is so much fun to suck. It's somewhat challenging, being that there's really no room in my mouth for any of my usual tricks, so I have to think creatively usually to get the result I want.

Not today, however.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly when I slowly licked his shaft from base to tip. He gently rested his hand on my shoulder. "I'm going to cum fast," he whispered to me. "I've been thinking about this all day." He wasn't kidding. After a few quick teasing sucks, I took all of him in my mouth and sucked hard. He came almost immediately, what little room was left in my mouth was filled with his thick hot cum. It took all of about 10 seconds.

I looked up at him and grinned. "You weren't kidding," I said, as I finished licking him clean and helped him put his pants back together. He said nothing, but gave me a quick hug and kiss before quickly slipping out the door and back behind the bar. I waited a few minutes and followed. I went back to hanging out with my brother and his friends, assuming no one was the wiser.

However, more people see things than you think in a little neighborhood bar. Later on that evening, I was outside with the owner and one of the bouncers discussing the owner's gambling winnings at the track that day. He had won quite a lot that day and was bragging about it. "I'm the pimp daddy of horse-track betting," he announced.

"Well, you were," I teased, "right up until you referred to yourself as 'the pimp daddy' of betting horses."

"Oh, yeah, you can talk," he replied. "Making out with J - that looks real good on your resume."

I looked at the ground and blushed. I felt someone nudge my shoulder.

"Yeah, Amber!" the bouncer joined in. "How was the bathroom tonight anyway?"

I giggled and said no comment. I mean, in a way it was embarrassing, but mostly it just made the whole thing that much hotter, knowing that everyone knew.

I love that bar.