Anal Amy

This turned into a little bit more of a rant than I expected, but had some things I needed to get off my chest.

Thursday night, I went to a little get together with a group of my coworkers from the restaurant I work at. One of the guys there was Kyle. He’s cute, has an amazing body but really not my type. He’s a bit of a jerk and a little too cocky.

However, after a few too many drinks, I started feeling lonely. Maybe a little horny, but it was more lonely than anything else. We started talking, which eventually turned into making out. He asked me if I would blow him. I was surprised how bold he was and sober Amy would’ve probably said no, but drunk Amy said yes.

He was one of the guys that lived there, so we ended up in his bedroom a few minutes later. He sat on the foot of the bed and pointed at the ground in front of me. Maybe, it’s just me, but I don’t like to be told what to do, especially when I’m about to give some amazing pleasure.

Instead of getting right to my knees, I tackled him onto the bed. He didn’t like that at all, he tried pushing me down, but I wouldn’t let him win. I took it more as a game than anything, but looking back now, I don’t think he was in a playful mood.

I did let him win eventually and took my place on my knees in front of him. He undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them, before I pulled them down with his boxers.

He had a well above average cock in both thickness and width. I’ve seen and had bigger, but I got the feeling that he wanted me to say wow or something. Sorry, it isn’t happening. I think if the cock didn’t belong to him, I would’ve worshiped it.

I like to do a lot of teasing with my tongue before I go to the actual sucking. Apparently, he didn’t like that. After a minute, he gently tried to guide my head to the tip of his cock. I gently pushed him away and told him not to do that. I thought he got the message.

I made him wait a little longer, then I finally took the head of his cock in my mouth. Then slowly, I started to slide my lips up and down his cock. Apparently, I wasn’t going fast enough for him so he put his hand on the back of my head and tried to make me go faster. I pushed his hand off again, this time a little more annoyed and snapped at him a little. I told him “I’ve had lots of experience sucking cock, trust me I know what I’m doing.” Until then I had been playing around with him and joking with him, but that took all of the fun out of it. I really enjoy sucking a cock and giving pleasure that way, but now it felt like work.

I went back to work on his cock, but he couldn’t keep his hands still. He reached down started to fondle me, which was okay until he pulled down the straps of my tank top. He then pulled down so that he could have access to my boobs. It definitely wasn’t meant to be pulled and tugged like that and I heard it getting stretched out. Before he totally broke it, I pulled it down across my stomach and took off my bra for him.

I got back into my rhythm with lips flying up and down his cock, then he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and made me gag on his cock. I’ll admit that in the right circumstances gagging on a cock can be a turn on for me, but not with a large cock like that and I feel like I can’t breath.

Now, I couldn’t wait for this to be over. I swear he was purposely holding back too, making it last even longer.

Then all of a sudden he stood up and pulled the cock out of my mouth. I didn’t even have time to react. The first shots hit my right eye and it wasn’t an accident either. He covered my face with cum from my chin to my forehead. If he had warned me, I would’ve had no problem with it, but instead it really annoyed me. To make matters worse, he then rubbed the cum all over my face with his cock. I asked him for a tissue to clean up my face, but he definitely took his time, enjoying the view while my eyes burned.

After that, I definitely didn’t want to sleep there. I left without saying anything to him or any of my other coworkers. I found today from another one of coworkers, that he told them that I had given him head and he gave me a facial.

Then tonight, when our shift ended he stopped me in the parking lot. At first, he tried to kiss me, but I definitely moved away from that. Then he actually asked me if I’d give him another blowjob. I didn’t think I’d have to explain him why not, but I did. I can’t understand how some people can be so arrogant that they don’t see what they look like to other people. And if he hadn’t been like that, you know that I would’ve given him head right there in the parking lot. I even think that we could’ve had a fun fuck buddy relationship, but it’s definitely not happening now. My dildos has been getting a lot of work this summer, I would’ve loved to give it a break.

Rant over. I feel better now and don’t ask me why I gave him a blowjob in the first place.

Friday night I was in the mood, where I just wanted sex. I wanted some hot, sweaty, fuck each others brains out type sex. I had read a letter from a certain regular and it just put me in a mood.

The sex with Aaron in the back of my car a couple of weeks ago was good, but he seemed different now. Plus, I’ve only talked to him a couple of times since then and he’s seemed really detached. It’s the girlfriend, I’m sure.

The sex with Seth was alright, but I needed something more intense and we’ve kind of fizzled out.

Friday night, I went out with my girlfriends to one of the bars near by. It’s definitely a meat market, full of women dressed like sluts, and men who measure penis size with expensive cars. I’m always on the hunt for men, but there was something different about this night. I was a lot more focused. I was drinking, but I was taking my time, making sure that I wasn’t getting drunk. I wanted to enjoy this night.

There was lots of hot men there, but I didn’t see the one I wanted. It was starting to get late and it looked like I would be going home to my vibrator, satisfying on most nights, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

Then I saw him. I knew if I was going to fuck anyone tonight, it would be him and I knew it before he even said a word. I was leaning up against the bar, waiting for a drink, when he stood next to me. He had a smile that made my pussy feel wet. He was everything that I wanted, thirty something, works out at the gym, dresses nice and has nice hair, but doesn’t spend too much time in front of the mirror.

When the bartender came over, she went to him first. She was practically naked, a shirt so low cut that it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but he didn’t even look, instead he just said that I had been waiting longer. I didn’t want him to, but he bought my drink and we started to talk.

He told me his name, but I almost instantly forgot it. It wasn’t going to matter tonight. We made small talk off and on for ten minutes, then I told him what I was thinking. I said I wanted to get fucked tonight. I told him I had never done anything like this before, trying to sound sweet and innocent, I don’t know if he believed it, but less than twenty minutes after I had started talking to him, I was telling my friends that I was leaving. Most nights I told my friends, that I was just getting a ride home or something along those lines to hide my real activities. Tonight, I didn’t care if they thought I was a slut or not.

Outside, we walked through the rain to his car. I was getting soaked, but I didn’t care. He had a really nice Audi, but tonight that didn’t impress.

My hand reached over and started to rub his pants between his legs, find his cock already semi-hard. I gently rubbed it, feeling him grow hard. Size really doesn’t matter to me, but I could tell that this was going to be a fun night. I told him how badly I need to be really fucked. I told him that he had better not disappoint me. I don’t know where this part of me came from, but I was enjoying it. Most times when I was going home with a random guy when I was completely drunk, there was a part of me that was nervous, but tonight I was eager to get really dirty.

He had a nice condo, fashionably decorated, but all I cared about was the bedroom. He led me upstairs, trying not to smile too hard.

I pushed him down on to the bed, then climbed on top of him. We started to make out. I didn’t know his name, but I did know that he could really kiss. I started grind myself against his hard cock.

I practically ripped off his shirt, admiring the body underneath it. He was chiseled, but he had a very sexy body.

I sat up, then peeled off my shirt. My bra came off next, freeing my boobs for him. He reached up and started to fondle me. I lowered myself down so that he could suck and nibble on them.

I undid my belt, then the button on my jeans. He watched as I unzipped them and started to peel them off. I was wearing only a tiny black string thong underneath. I took it off, then helped him off with his pants.

His cock was practically bulging out of his boxers as I took them off too. The cock was impressive, thick and longer than average. Just stroking it with my fingers made my body shiver. I found my purse, took out a condom and didn’t waste anytime putting it on. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I climbed back on top of him, however, this time I was guiding his cock inside of me. At first, I just let the tip of his cock inside of me. It drove him wild with desire and he demanded more. I slid my body and his cock deep inside of me.

He let me do all of the work, my hips rotating up and down as I rode him. I went slow at first, but I couldn’t hold back. I was soon riding him as hard and as fast I could. The bed started to shake and squeak.

He had the AC on full blast, but we were soon both sweating and breathing hard.

When I slowed down for a second, he pushed me over and on to my back. It was his turn. It was like he was pulling the trigger back, getting ready to explode. Then he pushed hard into me. He drilled my pussy. I held on to his head board so that he wouldn’t push me into it. My arms started to get sore, but I didn’t care at all. It was the hard fucking that I wanted.

He came with one last hard thrust inside of me. His body was tense as he exploded, then he went weak on top of me. I held him, wrapping my legs around him, never wanting to let go.

I had been working all week long at my two jobs and my body was exhausted, I wanted more, but I happy settled into a cuddling position with him, thinking we were going to go to sleep.

I was wrong. At first it was innocent, maybe even a little romantic, but then I started to grind my body against his again. After maybe ten minutes, he was hard and I was ready to go again.

But this time I didn’t want my pussy fucked, I wanted him inside of my ass. It had been way too long since I had anal sex.

I told him that I wanted him to fuck my ass and he called me out on not being as sweet and innocent as I originally wanted him to believe. I joked that it took him way too long to figure that out.

I took out another condom and took out a tiny bottle of lube, what a girl like me never leaves home without. I put the condom on him, then gave him the lube.

I bent over into the doggy style position, presenting my ass for him. I told him to pour the lube on my ass and begged him to finger me. Soon, I felt the lube dripping on to my ass. It was cold and gave me goosebumps, but he warmed me up by using two fingers in my ass.

He put his cock between my ass checks and rubbed the tip of his cock against my asshole. He told me it was the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen.

He pushed his cock against my asshole and then it slid inside. I let out a gasp as she entered me and he moaned. He told me my ass felt amazing.

He slowly pushed until he was completely inside of me, definitely stretching my ass to accommodate the thickness.

Slowly, he started to fuck my ass. It felt amazing, but not as good as when he started to fuck me harder. He grabbed on to my hips and started to pound my ass. It was exactly what I needed.

He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would. I was the one that almost had to ask him to stop because my body was getting sore and tired from the intense fucking.

Then he came. His cock throbbing inside of my ass.

Once he was able to speak again, he told me that was the most amazing thing that he had ever felt.

The next morning, while I was waiting for him to get ready so that he could take me home, I peeked at his mail. His name was Pete.