Amber Ember’s Confessions

Spit-Roasted For Christmas Dinner

I planned a night to get plucked like a turkey in a spit-roast with cocks slapping my face and sliding inside of every escape.

Life has been an utter drag lately. My partner and I need some exhilaration and mind-numbing fucking mixed with sprinkles of making love. Actually, what we need is a sex-athon like we had in Christmas of 2018 at Hedo, Jamaica, where we fucked 2–4–7 for the entire 5 days.

On our last day, we even chose sex over food. It was our lifeline. This was on the heels of an exhilarating experience that takes me back to my first story at Amber Ember’s confessions: I Made Her Squirt On The Beaches Of Hedo. Yeah, a fuck-fest is what we need.

But due to financial circumstances and familial obligations, it wasn't in the cards this Christmas — but I have my sights set on next year! It’s been a real pain in the ass all this covid bullshit. I really need a vacation. Did I say that already? In any case, back to our Christmas holiday. So my job was to come up with sex antics to pass time:

I planned a night to get plucked like a turkey in a spit-roast with cocks slapping my face and sliding inside of every escape. The front door, the back door, even the side door —

I’m looking for that long and drawn-out sex-athon vacation, so I’m looking to experience a real “hit”, and not the exercise kind, but with an intense experience that allows me to check something off my bucket list.

I wanted to cross off a few experiences from my list in one night, such as a blow bang and double penetration. I was not quite ready for the gang bang.

I wanted a sort of warm-up, something more intimate where there were multiple men but instead of a line-up, more of a swarm. A swarm of men to surround and pillage me to impound me — and then pound me and to willingly and consensually make me fall down on my knees.

I went through my little black book and called 7 of my favorite men. I knew that at least 4 or 5 would show up to spit-roast me. I told them that I am going to dress up in a peekaboo thong and cage bra.

That night I made sure to set the table just right. We made sure the legs of the table had been reinforced because I knew I was going to experience force.

I wanted the men to know that I was their meal and their tender meat for the evening.

My partner tied me to the table and blindfolded me just prior to the guests arrival. I was excited to share this experience blindfolded. I had a side bet with myself about how I would be able to recognize the men by their cocks. I also felt that I could enjoy it more in this way, to let go and submit, and trust the men. Maybe I was too trusting. Yet, I had only been crossed terribly once, so I had to keep trusting, and so far I hadn’t gotten burnt again.

I had played with them all before, so there was a prior play relationship that supported my decision. While I was blindfolded, since I knew them all, I was eventually able to tell who was who.

My partner invited them into the dining room one at a time having told them how hungry I was and how I wanted to be filled up. I then instructed each of the men that I yearned to taste them one by one.

At first, I was on my belly and tied down to the table so I could just reach my head up to taste each cock.

That went on for a good while, until I asked for more and they untied me from the table, but bound my hands, so I could take to my knees. It was at that point where I begged for all the men to be waved in front of my face:

“Please,” I said, “I need all of those big, strong cocks to fill me up.”

For my first blow bang, I did a pretty good job of spreading the love. Until I needed my hands back and so I pleaded to be unbound.

“Please,” I said, “I want to grab those big strong cocks to fill me up.”

The feeling of losing myself in the moment and submitting to pleasing all of these men who needed a piece of me was so very satisfying. At last, my partner diligently instructed the men to fill me up.

Just like the day I lived off being my partner’s cum dumpster, I was about to overflow in a matter of an hour. Now that was taking it to the limit! I had told my partner what I desired and he knew it. As much as he longed to join in, he also liked to instruct, as he knew what it is I longed for. He was going to make sure they gave it to me before he released himself inside of me to give me his full load — so good.

I was down on my knees by now. For the first time, I had a swarm of men surrounding me as I lived out the blow bang. May I confess? There is something about being surrounded and overwhelmed that I find so exciting.

Sometimes it takes more to arouse me and bring me out of my shell towards my needs — where I am free. If I can just float to that place where I don’t think and lose my mind, then I am more than fine!

Just then a splash of warm cum hit my cheek and dripped down in between my heavenly breasts where I invited more cocks to slide in around. They all went mad over this — taking turns tit fucking me.

“She wants to be full to the point of brimming over,” said my partner, as he instructed them to butter me up to fill me up like the time I was filled like a buttercup. It was at this moment where they both placed me on the mattress still blindfolded and on all fours.

“I want to feel all of you at once, inside of me,” I said.

I felt a hot rush inside my pretty little asshole, and some warm rhythmic penetration inside my warm pussy while more cocks were waved in my face.

I was lost in a trance in my happy place and space, lost outside of me.

For the grand finale, my partner then fed me his cock and I fed him all of my gratitude.

Amber Embers. Founder of Kink, Think & Swing.