Amber examined her body in the bathroom mirror, her pale white skin still damp from the shower. Her light blue hair fell just above her shoulders, obscuring a pair of light brown eyes. Her small, perky tits—barely half a fistful’s worth—popped forward, their pierced nipples hardening as they adjusted to the cold bathroom.
Amber wiped a bit of water from her chest, tracing her fingers down the rose tattoo that nestled between her boobs. She let her hand wander down, skirting around her belly-button ring to rest its palm on the black landing strip above her pussy. Her fingers stretched out to gently spread open her labia. As she thought about her plans for the evening, she began to massage her clit.
To her left, the door to the bathroom swung open. The screech of the hinges made Amber jump, and her body spun to face the doorway.
“Bonsoir,” the man said as he entered the bathroom. He gave her body a thorough look over as he moved past her, throwing his towel outside a stall at the end. Amber felt her pussy dampen a bit more. The inner exhibitionist in her smiled, while the inner introvert shuddered. She quickly grabbed her things and left.
Clutching her towel, Amber avoided eye contact with the other hostel guests she encountered in the hallway. She made her way back to her room and locked the door behind her. She wasted no time in getting ready. She had told her friends she’d meet them downstairs in a half an hour.
Amber threw on her makeup and straightened her hair. She picked out a pair of black lingerie, then decided against it. Paris was hot and humid this time of year, and her body wanted to breath. Plus, going commando made her feel sexier. So she settled on a dark red dress. She wanted to draw attention, and figured the red-blue combo would be a perfect flair.
When the time came, Amber met her friends in the hostel lobby. “Friends” was a loose term. She had met them earlier the previous evening, shortly after she had checked in. In total, they were a group of six. Some of them had arrived at the hostel on the same night as her, others had been there for days. Still, when you’re alone in a foreign country, you tend to connect fast with other travelers.
“Hey Amber!” a girl named Mia called. She was in her early twenties as well, a college graduate like Amber, only from Australia instead of the states.
“Hey Mia,” Amber said, grabbing a seat next to her. “Do you know where we’re going first?”
“Oh, someplace by the Arc, I don’t think they’ve decided yet,” Mia said, gesturing to the rest of the group. She then began to chat about some of the clubs in the area, past nights with hostel friends and strangers, and her plans for the rest of the vacation.
Amber was barely listening. She had been pulled back into her own brain, her thoughts running rampant about her own life. A little over two months ago, her boyfriend had suddenly broken up with her. It had seemed to come out of nowhere, but less than a week later, one of her friends had spotted him on a date with another woman. According to her friend, “it didn’t seem like their first date.” When Amber confronted her ex about it, he was surprisingly cruel. He confessed to cheating on her, blamed HER for the act, saying that he hadn’t been satisfied with her. She was too shy, too reserved, not adventurous or kinky enough. Then he blocked her and she hadn’t heard from him since.
It tore Amber apart. She was an incredibly shy and anxious person, so his words rang true. She had been reserved, scared to try new things. After the breakup, she went on a spree, dying her hair and piercing her body, even getting the tattoo! Amber thought the flair and nontraditional appearance would help her out of her shell, and it did a bit, but she still had trouble making friends and opening up to people. Especially after what her boyfriend did. She had felt safest with him, and he had hurt her the most.
Amber blinked away the beginning of tears, and brought herself back to the real world. Their group was boarding the shuttle now, and before long she found herself bouncing from bar to bar, club to club. The more she drank, the more the memories faded. Her tears were sucked in, and laughter fell out. Then a bit of anger.
Before long, they had settled in one particular club (Amber couldn’t remember the name). A drink clutched in her hand, Amber found herself yelling over the thumping music, dropping all of her dirty laundry onto her new friend, Mia.
“So fuck him, you know??” Shouted Amber. “Fuck him, right?”
“Absolutely, baby!” Mia shouted back. “You’re a beautiful woman. He doesn’t know what he lost. You’re smoking hot, an absolute catch. Guys have been checking you out since you walked in.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you see that guy to your right?”
Amber glanced over to catch a guy at the bar staring at her, his eyes moving up and down her body. Broad shoulders, square jaw, thick arms and dark skin; Amber felt her mouth water for a moment. The man noticed Amber watching him and quickly looked away. “Wow,” she said, turning back to Mia. “He’s cute.”
“Honey, you need to put yourself back out there. Show your ex he’s wrong. I know I don’t know you very well, but I’m sure you’ve got some adventure in you. And even if you are shy, you don’t have to be; not here. Go talk to that guy. Let him take you home and fuck you. Show your ex and YOURSELF that you can be kinky.” With that, Mia slapped her on the ass and walked away.
Whether it was the alcohol or her new friend’s words, Amber felt emboldened. She was sexy. And she could be kinky. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Turning back around, she faced the bar and made a beeline for the stranger.
The man saw her coming and stood up. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare—“ he started.
“Don’t be sorry,” she replied. “I’m Amber. You want to buy me a drink?”
The man smiled and nodded. He pulled up a chair for her and waved the bartender over. At some point, he offered his name, but Amber intentionally tuned it out. She didn’t want to know this man, or really know anything about him. As her eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants, she only had one thing in mind.
Several drinks passed, and before she knew it, Amber found her back pressed up against an alley wall and her tongue dancing around a stranger’s mouth. I’m doing it! She thought, as she felt his hands around her hips, jerking up her dress. Amber’s hands ran along his chest, groping his muscles as she moved her hips into his body. The front of her pussy rubbed against his jeans and she could feel the bulge of his cock, hard and thick against her clit.
The man dropped his head and began to kiss down her neck. He started to bite, and Amber’s first impulse was to stop him…but before she could, she found her ex’s words ringing in her ears: “not kinky,” “wasn’t satisfied.” So Amber bit her tongue and moaned instead.
Emboldened, the man grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down. He paused for a moment to stare at her nipple piercings. “Ooooh, you are a slut,” he whispered, taking them between his fingers. He twisted and the pain grew, but Amber leaned into it and moaned again.
The man brought his mouth to her tits and sucked on her nipples alternatingly as his hand began to move south. Amber hadn’t realized how wet her pussy had gotten, so she was surprised to find his fingers slipping in so easily. He began to move his hand in and out rapidly, his mouth still kissing and biting all over her neck and chest.
Somewhere in the middle of everything, the pain got confused with the pleasure and Amber found herself cumming. Her pussy rained juice down on the stranger’s hand as her vision went in and out. Smiling and laughing, the man pulled his fingers out of her and began to undo his belt.
“Your turn,” he said.
Amber went obediently to her knees as the man produced his cock, already hard and dripping pre-cum. Grabbing his dick with one hand and a hip with the other, Amber positioned her mouth over his dickhead and invited him in. She ran her tongue over and around the head of his cock while moving his foreskin up and down the shaft. The man’s groans filled the alleyway as his pre-cum dripped into her mouth.
Determined to be as kinky as possible, Amber pulled back and spit directly onto his cock. She spread it around with her hand, then took him all the way to the back of her throat, forcing him down until she gagged. She played with her pussy as she rotated through all the moves she knew, bringing her pussy right to the edge then holding it, focusing on the man’s cock until he had enough.
“Get up,” he said. “I want to fuck your pussy.” He pulled Amber to her feet. She was dripping wet now, and didn’t even think about protesting, or asking him to wear a condom. She didn’t need to try to be slutty anymore; her carnal drive had taken over and she just wanted to feel him inside of her. Amber turned around and bent over, using one hand to hold up her dress, and the other to brace against the alley wall.
When the man pushed himself inside of her, she moaned.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she screamed. Her pussy had been craving it so badly, it was the first time she had a cock inside her since the break-up. “Oh my god, YES!” She shouted, not even aware she was yelling, not even caring anymore. “Your cock feels so good right now!” Dirty talk was unusual for her, but…so was fucking a stranger in an alley.
Amber’s legs began to shake. She was still trying to fight off her second orgasm, knowing the longer she held off, the better it would feel. But the stranger’s bare dick felt so good against the inside of her pussy. With each stroke he pushed deeper, stretched her out more. As he did, his hands roamed from her tits to her pussy, rubbing and pinching where he deemed fit.
The man grabbed her by the hair, pulling her farther back onto his cock. Her head turned from the pull, and her eyes opened slightly from the pain. To her shock and horror, she saw they had an audience.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!!!!” She yelled, as she locked eyes with Mia. Her new friend was laughing and cheering, as were the rest of her friend group, and an assortment of other random patrons of the club. They cheered and egged her on as Amber’s pussy spasmed, clamping down on the stranger’s cock and soaking his feet with her cum.
This sent the man over the edge. Grabbing her by the hips and pulling her deeply onto him, he blew his load all the way to the back of her pussy. Amber gasped and her whole body clenched as she kept cumming, the feel of his hot sperm inside of her too much for her fragile mind to bear. She had NEVER let her ex cum inside her. In fact, she was realizing as the man’s body spasmed and he collapsed onto her, she had never even let him fuck her without a condom.
“Mmm, thank you,” the man said as he pulled out his cock. It made a *plop* when it exited, and a gob of cum followed it out, splashing onto the ground. The stranger slapped Amber on the ass and pulled his pants up. He left without another word, his interest in her clearly over. As he left, Amber stood up and readjusted her own clothes, putting herself back together as best she could.
“Fuck yeah, Amber, that was awesome!” Her friend Mia said, approaching her. Turning, Amber saw the rest of the crowd was dispersing, all of the club patrons returning inside. She also noticed that Mia had her phone pointed directly toward her, level with her face. She was filming.
“Got anything to say to the camera, honey? We can send it to your ex if you give me his number.”
Amber thought about covering her face, but instead she smiled, nodding her head in agreement. She was riding a high like she had never felt before; a drunk, confident, freshly fucked high. She reached down between her legs, letting Mia follow her with the camera.
“Remember when you said I wasn’t kinky enough for you, Tyler?” Amber found some of the cum dripping from her pussy and brought it up to her mouth. She stared directly into the camera and slowly sucked it off her fingers. “Well, maybe the problem wasn’t me. Maybe I just needed a real man that could actually turn me on.” She smiled, flipped off the camera, and walked away.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u2zai8/the_rebound_mf_public
Amazing story. Keep up the good work