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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 11.

I watched as Amber quickly donned the miniskirt and top.  I closed up
the room and took her out to my car, checking first to make sure we were
alone.  It was only 12:45, and we had plenty of time.  I drove all the
way back to Lincoln, having Amber blow me casually most of the way,
though I didn't let her get me off.  The traffic was light and we had no
spectators as we had on the previous trip.

Lincoln was a fairly conservative city, but it was not entirely devoid
of adult entertainment--such was simply confined to the seedier areas.
The previous week, I had made a few phone calls and found what I was
looking for: an adult book store and sex toy shop just outside downtown.
 We pulled up there just before three o'clock.

The outside of the place was painted entirely with flat brown paint, and
nothing more than a simple sign declaring "Adult Bookstore" gave any
clue as to what was inside.  Amber saw the sign and quivered slightly.

"What are we doing?"

"Going shopping. Or rather, you are."

She gulped.

"Me?"

"Yes."  I handed her two twenty-dollar bills.  "You're going to go
inside and buy two things: a chain for your nipple rings and a set of
Ben-wa balls."

"Ben-what?"

"They're chrome balls about the size of big marbles.  They come in sets
of two, and women put them in their pussies to masturbate themselves
while they're walking around.  They sell them here, and the chains, but
you're probably going to have to ask for them.  I'm going to follow you
inside in about a minute.  Don't look for me.  Don't act like you know
me.  After you make your purchases, I want you to put them on right
there in the store.  The chain and the balls.  Put the balls in your
pussy and the chain on your nipple rings.  If you have to expose
yourself to do it, that's what you'll do."

Her face had gone ghost-white, and she sat there motionless.

"No one is going to hurt you.  I'll be right there the whole time, and
if anything goes wrong, I'll step in.  But you're a slut, Amber.  Sluts
do things like this and don't think twice about them."

She gulped again, took a long, deep breath, and opened the car door.
She stepped out onto the sidewalk and went inside.

Heart pounding in anticipation, I forced myself to wait sixty seconds
before following her.  Then I jumped out and went for the door.

This place was about as sleazy as it could possibly get.  The lighting
was harsh white fluorescents, many of the bulbs bare in the ceiling
where the covers had fallen out or broken.  Every square inch of wall
space was covered with glossy hardcore magazines and adult videos--wet
pussies, erect cocks, point-blank fucking, cum shots, dildos buried up
the hilt in some slut's ass, latex, leather and chains, extreme
piercings--almost every perversion you could imagine.

It was the middle of the day, so the place was not full.  But neither
was it empty--about ten men were inside, of varying ages and builds, all
of them avoiding eye contact with each other.

Through the middle of the store were two long display shelves filled
with various cheesy sex toys, from foot-long dildos to vibrating rubber
vaginas, complete with hair.  Near the door, right in front of me, was a
glass display case containing the more expensive items like jewelry and
bondage gear.  In front of it stood Amber, nervous and trembling.  She
gave me a quick glance before turning back to the man behind the
counter.

I stepped between the center aisles to inspect the dildos, then looked
back at Amber.  The other men in the store were doing likewise, watching
her but trying not to be obvious about it.  I realized that in this
environment, the way she was dressed, she looked like nothing so much as
a streetwalking teenage whore.

The man behind the counter was showing her their collection of nipple
clips.

"Is this what you meant?" he asked.

"Uh.  I just need something to attach to my--" she gasped for breath
"--my nipple rings."

It was obvious enough that every man in the store was listening to this
transaction, as several heads shot around at the sound of "nipple
rings."  Some of the men now stared openly at Amber.

The guy behind the counter, though, was jaded enough not to react much.

"Well, any of these would work.  I guess you could take the clips off
and open the rings on the end of the chains."

Amber struggled against her agitation.

"Could you do it?"

"You mean take the clips off?  I guess.  Which one do you want?"

"Uh.  Uh."  She examined the chains again, then pointed to a long gold
one.  "That one."

The man nodded and took it out of the case.  He fiddled with it for a
few seconds before getting the clips off.  Then he handed it to Amber.

"How's that?"

"Uh--good.  Thanks."

Whether because her anxiety had maxed out, or because she was starting
to get into this, Amber seemed to be calming down.  She took the chain
and examined it for a second.

"What do I do?"

"Uh, I guess just get a pair of pliers or something, and close the rings
around the ones on your nips."

Amber gulped, then reached up under her top and quite obviously felt for
her left nipple ring.  The guy's eyebrows began climbing up his
forehead, and every man in the store was now watching this undertaking.

Amber took a deep breath.

"Could you do it for me?"

The man's eyes bulged.

"Put the chain on you?"

She nodded.

"Uh.  I guess so."

Amber slowly pulled up the front of her top, exposing her tits to
everyone in the store.  My dick went instantly rigid, so hard it hurt.
The other men gaped at her, incredulous.

The guy behind the counter stared at Amber's tits in disbelief for a
second or two, then began putting the chain on her nipple rings.  It
took nearly a minute, during which the other men in the store edged
around to watch.

Amber's face was flushed now, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
She glanced at me, then at the other men watching her.  A small smile
creased her face.

"How's that?" the guy asked when he was done.

Amber stuck her tits out to inspect his work.  Then she turned around to
the rest of the store, displaying her perky little boobs--now pierced
and chained--for everyone to see.

"What do you guys think?"

Most of the jaws in the store nearly hit the floor, but a one man was
able to answer her.

"It looks great, honey."

"Thanks."

She dropped her T-shirt down and turned back to the guy at the counter.

"Do you have any Ben-wa balls?"

His eyes goggled for a second, then he nodded, pointing to where I was
standing.  Amber walked over to me, giving me a casual smile, and
inspected the display.  I could smell her arousal now, and could see the
horny flush over her face and chest.  Despite her act, she didn't seem
to know what she was looking for, so I subtly pointed them out.  She
picked up a box of them and opened it up.  Then she turned to the guy at
the counter.

"Do you mind if I put them in in here?"

The last remaining jaws dropped to the ground.

"Uh.  Be my guest," he said.

Amber took the balls out of the box, and I fought to remain in control.

"Do you want some help?" I asked unevenly.

She restrained her growing amusement, trying to answer me as if we had
just met.

"Would you mind?"

"No, ma'am."

She handed me the balls and hiked up her skirt.  By now, the other
customers in the store had gathered around us to watch.  I dropped to
the floor and pushed one ball, then the other, into her sopping pussy.
I felt her squeezing herself around them to hold them in, and for a
moment, I was afraid I would squirt off in my shorts.  Then Amber
stepped away from me and pushed her skirt back down.

"Thanks."

Smiling at everyone, she went back to the counter.

"How much?"

The guy laughed weakly.

"Honey, I think this one is on the house."

Some of the men laughed, but most of them just stood there in disbelief.

"Great.  Thanks a lot.  Bye!"

She turned and strutted out of the store without another word.  The rest
of us exchanged a look, and most of the men started laughing.

"Jesus Christ," one of them said.

"Do you get a lot of that here?" another asked the guy at the counter.
He shook his head.

"Not on a Saturday afternoon."

As the customers laughed nervously, I left the store as unobtrusively as
I could.  Amber was not by my car as I had expected.  I looked up and
down the street, seeing her walking up the sidewalk about a block
away--the teenage hooker on the prowl.

I got in and followed her.  When I pulled over, she stopped and
approached the car, bending over into the passenger side window.  Her
top fell open and I could see the chain swinging from her tits.

"Hi," she said.  "What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to fuck you senseless."

"Sounds good to me."

She opened the door and got inside.  I looked in the rearview mirror,
seeing that a few of the men from the store had come outside to watch
this scene.  I laughed softly to myself.

"Did you like that?" Amber asked.

"I was about to come in my pants when you had me put in those balls."

She reached over to grab my erection through my pants.

"Well, let's take care of that."

As I drove away from the curb, Amber bent over and took my cock in her
mouth.  It took only a few strong slurps before I was flooding her
cheeks with sperm.  She sucked it up as it flowed out, gulping with each
ejaculation.  This was my third time today, and I came so hard I saw
spots before my eyes.  I jerked the car over to the side of the road
lest I wreck it.

Amber finished me off slowly, getting every last drop of come.  Then she
sat up, smiling.

"I make a pretty good slut once I get going, huh?"

"Yeah," I gasped.

When I had recovered, we got back on the road for home.  I had Amber
lean back in the seat and squirm around to get the Ben-wa balls going,
but her complete lack of experience with them kept her from getting off.
 At one point, her frustration caused her to grope between her legs, but
I stopped her.  By the time we were halfway home, she was almost crying
in her unfulfilled need, jerking and thrashing around in her seat.

"All right," I said finally.  "Finish yourself off."

Her hand shot between her legs.  Five seconds later, she let out a cry
and came all over herself, shuddering and moaning.  I reached out to
play with her as she coasted down, and when her paroxysm was over, I
felt inside her, drawing the balls out.

"Oh, God," she moaned.  "That hurt.  I came so hard it hurt."

"You had quite a good old time in that store."

She nodded.

"Once I got used to it."

"It's going to be like that at the gangbang.  Only a lot more intense.
They won't just be looking at you.  They'll be fucking you.  Sticking
their cocks in your mouth and ass.  Coming in your face."

She drew in on herself, shivering.

"I know."

"Do you think you're ready for that?"

"I don't know.  Not yet."

"Not yet.  But someday."

She gulped, the nodded slowly.

"I think so," she gasped.  "Someday.  But soon."

---

We got back to school just after six.  On the way home, we had discussed
a few things for the upcoming weeks.  I had decided that I wanted Amber
to wear her Ben-wa balls full-time, at home, at school, and everywhere
else.

"No one is to take those things out of you but me, do you understand?
Except when you're doing your exercises with the dildo."

"I understand.  I'll do my best."

"It should help you develop your pussy muscles even more."

Then there was the issue of her meeting with the minister at her church
tomorrow.

"What do you think he's going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know.  He's actually kind of cool, in a geeky sort of way.
He's not that old."

"Is he married?"

"Yes.  And I don't like his wife.  She can be really bitchy at times.
She's one those people, you know, who are really out there about being
Christians.  Reverend Ellis is okay, but she can be really annoying.
She's gone on this total virginity crusade with the youth group lately."

"Like how?"

"Do you know what Promise Rings are?  Have you heard of those?"

"Where you put them on and promise not to have sex until you get
married?"

"Right.  She's been pushing all the kids at the church to wear them."

I glanced at Amber's hands, just out of curiosity.  She had a little
gold ring on her left ring finger that I'd never really paid any
attention to.

"Don't tell me that's one of them."

She grinned.

"I sort of broke my promise.  But I only put it on to shut my mom up."

A few wheels began turning in my mind.

"Let's just suppose, for the sake of argument, that someone was to come
on to Reverend Ellis.  To give him a taste of truly open sexuality that
I gather he's not getting from his wife.  What do you think would
happen?"

If I though I had seen Amber look shocked before, it was nothing
compared to what I saw now.  She couldn't even answer me for about five
seconds.

"Mike, I _can't_," she squeaked.  "I can't do something like that."

"I'm just speaking hypothetically.  Don't put yourself in that scenario
yet."

She took a deep breath and gulped.

"I don't have a clue.  He's tries to be really in with the kids, you
know?  To be everyone's friend, not the stuffy old minister.  But if one
of us were to come on to him . . . I just don't know."

"I'm just thinking.  You want to be on his good side.  I'm willing to
bet his wife has strong opinions on oral sex."

"Oh, God," Amber gasped.  "She does.  She does.  She gave us a little
spiel about that once, about how there were 'forms of lovemaking God
approves of, and forms he does not.'  Oral sex is on God's shit list,
according to her."

"Which means, I would bet, that old Reverend Ellis has probably never
had a blow job."

"Mike . . ." she whimpered.

"I'm leaving this up to you.  You'll have to make the call, since you
know him a lot better than I do.  But it would give you something to
hold over him, something to help him keep your parents happy.  And
there's something else to consider."

"What?"

"The gangbang.  Do you really want that to be your very first exposure
to performing on other men for me?  Or would you rather work up to it?
To see if you can do it?"

Amber's jaw dropped.  Then she turned and stared out the window
silently.  She didn't speak again until we pulled into the school
parking lot.  Then she took a deep breath and turned back to me.

"Okay.  I see what you're saying.  But what if he freaks out?  What if
he doesn't want me to do it?"

"As I said, that's up to you.  Flirt with him a little.  See how he
reacts.  Work up to it."

"And then . . ."

"If you think he can take it, show him just how good you are at sucking
cock."

She gulped.

"Am I?"

"Yes.  You've gotten very good at it."

A little smile rose out of her agitation.

"Thanks."

"And I think it's time to broaden your horizons."

She didn't say anything, though I saw the answers in her eyes anyway.

---

I called Amber's mother and gave her a little speech about all the work
we had done on Amber's classwork, and that I was confident things would
improve.

"But I think we should keep doing this for the time being, if it's okay
with you."

"Of course.  I'll have Amber there next Saturday morning."

"Great."

Amber changed back into her old clothes and followed me out to meet her
mother.

"If this doesn't work, there's no telling what will happen," she said.

"I know.  But life is nothing without a few risks."

I kissed her on the forehead.

"You can do it.  Call me as soon as you get home tomorrow."

---
I spent the rest of Saturday night and into Sunday morning wondering
what I'd set in motion.  In the back of my mind, I suspected that
Reverend Ellis was too pious, and Amber too unsure of herself (now, at
least), for anything to happen.

And yet.  And yet.

What if she really did it?

I kept breaking into fits of nervous giggles at the thought of my
girlfriend blowing her minister.  Sucking him off right there in his
office in the church.  Probably while Amber's parents sat waiting
outside.  The scene was simply too delicious to resist.  I had to fight
repeated urges to masturbate.

Ten o'clock came and went.  So did eleven.  Nothing happened.

I sat around my living room in my gym shorts trying to pretend I was
watching the Cowboys play the 49ers.  Then, just as I watched Deion
Sanders pick off an errant Steve Young pass over the middle, my phone
rang.

I leapt for it and picked it up before the first ring was complete.

"Hello?"

"I did it," Amber blurted out instantly. "I can't believe I did, but I
did it."

I laughed.

"Oh, my God.  Tell me everything."

Her voice was uneven and quavering.

"After the service . . . my folks made me wait for him.  We went back to
his office.  We all sat together at first while my Mom went on and on
about how much trouble I am for her.  We talked for a little while, then
he asked if he could speak to me alone."

"And?"

"At first, I couldn't do anything.  I was too scared.  Then he asked me
if there was a boy mixed up in this.  I told him there was.  We talked
about that a little, and bit by bit I got braver.  I told him about
getting my nipples pierced.  About my pussy being bald.  He got more and
more uncomfortable, and I could tell he was starting to sweat.  Then . .
. this was the weirdest thing . . . I suddenly didn't feel scared
anymore.  I looked at him and I realized something had happened between
us."

"You had taken control of the discussion. You hung Amber the Slut out
there, and he swallowed the hook."

"Yeah," she gasped.  "That's it.  That's what it felt like.  So I
started talking dirty to him.  I asked him if his wife had ever sucked
his cock.  His face turned so red I though he was going to have a
stroke.  But he just sat there as still as a statue."

"Then what?"

"Well, understand that I was dressed for church, okay?  I had on just
this basic white knee-length dress.  It's kind of lacey, but in a
little-girl way, you know?  Totally boring, but my Mom made me wear it."

"But under it--"

"Was nothing.  So I slowly put my foot up on his desk and showed him my
pussy, and my clit ring.  He was just mesmerized at this point.  Then I
asked him if he wanted a blow job."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing.  He didn't even move.  So I went behind his desk and did it."

My dick was so hard at this point that it hurt.  My hand slipped into my
shorts and closed around it involuntarily.

"You sucked him off."

"Yeah.  I knelt down between his legs and unzipped his slacks.  He was
as hard as a rock when I found his dick."

I began stroking myself.

"And how did it go?"

"He lasted like twenty seconds.  If that.  But at the end, he grabbed my
head and let out this little cough.  Then he came.  I finished him off
and made a big show of swallowing it."

I grunted, gasping for breath.

"Mike?"

"What?"

"Are you stroking yourself?"

"Yes," I gasped.

She was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke, it was in a voice I had
heard only very rarely, usually when we were in the middle of fucking.

"Come for me.  Shoot it.  Pretend you're shooting off in my mouth like
Reverend Ellis did."

I cried out, on the brink, and a second later spurted all over myself.
As I caught my breath, I could hear Amber giggling softly.

"How was that?"

"Unh.  Good.  So what happened?"

"Well, afterward, he got all embarrassed and confused and start
apologizing, you know, like 'I'm sorry, I should never have let that
happen.  I'm so sorry.'"

I laughed.

"He thought it was his fault."

"Basically.  So I asked him what to do about my folks.  He said he'd
take care of it.  When he brought them back in, he gave them this speech
about how I was a good person, just confused, and needed more love and
caring, not anger.  That my folks shouldn't be so upset with me."

I laughed again.

"How did they react?"

"At first they were just totally floored.  But they came around.  My mom
promised to do her best.  On the way home, she was babbling about 'You
know we love you' and 'We should do a better job trying to understand
you.'  That kind of stuff.  So basically, we're okay now.  I'm not even
grounded anymore."

"Good."

She quiet again for a few moments.

"You were right, Mike," she said softly.  "Afterwards, I realized you
were right.  I was so scared beforehand, but afterwards, I understood.
I think I can do it now.  Not like tonight, but eventually."

"Do what?"

"The gangbang."

Oh.  My.  God.  It hadn't been real before that moment.  Honestly, it
hadn't.  Even after everything we had done.  But when I heard those
word, it all exploded in my head.

"I want to do it," she said again.  "From now on, whatever you want me
to do, I'll do."

It took me a few seconds more to answer her.

"Okay.  That's good, Amber.  That's very good."

---

-To be continued.-

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