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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 12.
A couple of uneventful weeks went by. Amber's folks were thoroughly disoriented 
by that meeting with Reverend Ellis and had backed off on the excessive 
parenting. Amber in turn, at my advice, had stopped acting out quite so much, so 
they would think they might be getting through to her. I helped her cause by 
telling her mother that her schoolwork was improving.
That Monday, I made a point of being in the teacher's lounge when Principal 
Barclay arrived for his usual morning cup of coffee. When he sniffed his mug and 
made a strange face after taking the first sip, it took all my effort to keep 
from laughing. What he made of the encrusted semen on his desk, I would never 
know.
The week after that, our football team recorded its second straight shutout, 
winning 10-0. The game was against the weakest team on the schedule, but I was 
beginning to think that my Bet with the defense was paying off. Which meant, of 
course, that I would have to pay off as well at the end of the season. Coach 
Everett even complimented me on the improvement after that game. We won the next 
week too, 13-6, and again my charges played inspired football. The team was now 
5-3, and people were beginning to talk about possibly making the regional 
playoffs.
Only a couple of times did any of the players try to joke with me about our 
arrangement, and each time I silenced them with a stern look. They seemed to get 
it, and as far as I could tell, none of them had spilled the beans.
I generally saw Amber hanging out with Meredith, and though the two of them were 
definitely a unit, and though Meredith gave me a few sly looks during class, I 
did not see her outside of school. Meanwhile, Amber continued her slut routine 
with me, wearing her Ben-wa balls round-the-clock. Now and then, when I had the 
chance, I would reach under her skirt to inspect her. She assured me she had no 
trouble keeping them in after the first few days. Her pussy muscles quickly 
adjusted to the added load.
"The only problem is that I'm coming all the time now because of them," she told 
me one day. "Every morning and afternoon on the bus, and sometimes when I'm just 
walking around school."
"It's good exercise," I said. She just grinned slyly and ran off to her next 
class.
I wanted to keep exploring her limits, to keep pushing her to ever greater 
expressions of her slut-hood, but any further encounters with other men--until 
the gangbang, that was--were simply too much of a risk. Even her thing with 
Reverend Ellis was more of a risk than I wanted to admit.
And that was when Fate, such as she was, dropped a perfect opportunity right in 
my lap.



The school I where worked taught both middle and high school kids, although they 
were divided into two different wings. In the center was the Administration 
offices for both schools, and the teachers from both wings mixed thoroughly 
together in the lounge. A few of them even taught classes in both wings. 
One night, the day before the next exam I had to give in History class, I got 
home to discover that I had left some important papers behind at school. All the 
teachers were supposed to file copies of their exams with the Admin office (for 
some arcane record-keeping reason that I had never completely understood), and I 
realized that in doing so that afternoon I had also left behind my curriculum 
for the next week, which I had meant to review that night. I dug through my bag 
before deciding that I must have accidentally mixed it up with the exam 
paperwork. Since I would have sixty exams to begin grading tomorrow night, I 
didn't want to get behind. So I climbed into my car and went back to school.
I had conducted football practice and gone home to eat dinner before turning to 
my evening's work, so it was nearly nine o'clock before I got to school. I let 
myself in with my keys and went down the hall to the Admin office.
When I arrived, I realized someone else was in there--someone was in the back of 
the office kneeling down in front of the special locked file cabinet where they 
kept copies of the state aptitude tests, which the middle school would be 
conducting next week. 
Only one person was supposed to have access to that cabinet, and that was 
Principal Barclay. The woman now rifling through the files was Cindy Reynolds, 
one of the middle school teachers and Barclay's sometime girlfriend. In a flash 
of indignant insight, I instantly realized what was going on.
Cindy was the star teacher of the middle school. Her classes had scored at or 
near the top of the scale on the state aptitude tests every year I had been here 
and for several years before that. She had been voted the favorite teacher of 
the middle school for three years running, although the quiet joke among the 
male faculty was that her success in that respect had been largely due to her 
oversized bustline, which was an object of fixation for nearly every boy in the 
middle school. She was cute, blond, and busty, though not cute enough to be 
unapproachable, and dressed well enough to show herself off. She was about 
thirty but looked younger. It was no mystery what Steve Barclay saw in her, but 
Cindy's motivations were an object of frequent gossip around the lounge.
And now here was Cindy, quite obviously trying to get copies of the aptitude 
tests. I had arrived late on the scene, and it looked as if she were putting 
things back together. Fixated as she was on restoring order to the file cabinet, 
she had not noticed my arrival.
As someone who had spent most of his life in competitive sports, deliberate 
cheaters fell very low on my scale of humanity. Even without that background, I 
took my responsibilities as a teacher seriously, and what I was seeing made my 
blood boil.
Did Barclay know what she was up to? I didn't have a lot of respect for Steve 
Barclay's intellect, but I had no doubts about his integrity. Unless Cindy had 
him really, really pussy-whipped, he would never have gone along with something 
like this.
The keys to the file cabinet were still in the lock. Moving quickly and quietly, 
I stepped up behind her and snatched them out, though I was careful to grab the 
ring and not the key.
Cindy shrieked in surprise and leapt to her feet. She backed unsteadily away 
from me, gasping for breath.
"Mike! What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? I think that's my line."
"I--I--I forgot something in here today. I was just getting it."
I looked down at the files. I didn't try to hide my disbelief.
"You left something inside the locked state aptitude test file cabinet?"
"I--I--" She was unable to finish her explanation.
"Cindy, I think it's quite obvious what you're doing here."
"No! I mean, it is, but I can explain. Steve asked me to get something out of 
here."
I laughed.
"Bullshit. Until the day of that test, it's against the law for him to let 
anyone else at it. He would never let you in there. You're getting copies to 
help your kids cheat. I bet you've been doing it for years."
Cindy began to shake now, and she put her face in her hands.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."
I shook my head.
"Cindy, what do you want me to do here?"
"Please. You can't tell anyone. I'll lose my job and my credentials."
"You want me to just walk away from this?"
She caught her breath, and a harder look came into her eyes.
"You couldn't prove it. It would be my word against yours, and I have more 
seniority than you do. I'm the star teacher, and you're just a football coach."
I stared at her for a few seconds. Something clicked in my mind, a way out of 
this, and a way I could exploit it. I dangled the ring of keys on my finger.
"You'd still have to explain how you got these keys."
Her mouth tightened.
"I don't have them now. You do. I could say I caught you in here."
"Doing what? What would I want with the middle school aptitude tests? I teach 
senior U.S. History and P.E."
"You--you--"
I cut her off.
"Cindy, your fingerprints are on these keys and probably all over that cabinet. 
It wouldn't take much to tie you to this. And, if I'm not mistaken, you broke 
the law here. You might even be looking at jail time. And I don't think Steve 
would come out of this smelling too good given that you've been letting him into 
your panties for the last few years."
Her resolve broke again.
"Please. You can't tell anyone. I'll do anything."
I began to realize what I wanted out of her, but it was too soon to say it. Let 
her stew for a while.
"Cindy, go home. Let me think about this."
"Mike, please."
"Go home."
Crying and shaking, she walked past me and rushed out of the office. Being as 
careful as I could not to touch anything with my hands, I closed up the cabinet. 
I stuck a paperclip through the cabinet key and used it to lock things up again. 
Then I dropped the key in my breast pocket, found the curriculum notes I had 
come for in the first place, and went home.



I did nothing that night or the next day. I saw Cindy in the teacher's lounge 
around lunch time, but she just gave me a nervous, fearful look before rushing 
out. By the time I got home, my plan had begun to gel. But I continued to wait. 
I waited for Cindy, as desperate as she was, to come to me.
Thursday night, she did. My phone rang just as I was doing my dinner dishes.
"Hello?"
"Mike, it's Cindy Reynolds."
Her voice was ragged and uneven.
"And?"
"And." She took a nervous breath. "And I wanted to know what you planned to do 
about the other night."
"What do you want me to do?"
"If I swore I never do that again, that I would play by the rules from here on 
out . . ."
"You want me to trust you? Trust a habitual cheater?"
She let out a sob.
"Oh, God. What do you want? Just say it."
"If you want me to forget this, you need to make it worth my while."
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Are you asking me what I think you're asking me for?"
"Depends. There's no point in discussing it if there's no chance you'd do it."
"Mike, I'm seeing Steve. You know that."
"So I should tell him about this?"
She sobbed into the phone for a few seconds.
"Cindy, here's what I have in mind. I don't want to get you fired, but I also 
don't want you to think you can just walk away from this. What I'm going to do 
is resolve this quite neatly, not just give you the keys back and forget about 
it, but give you something to hold over me, so you can be sure I won't ever talk 
about it."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see. If you go along with this."
"You want me to sleep with you."
"That and more. There needs to be a punitive aspect to this."
Something caught in her throat, and she couldn't answer me right away.
"Punitive?"
"Punishment."
I heard only her rapid gasps for breath over the phone for several seconds.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Whatever I feel like. You may not be sitting down for a while afterward."
She let out a tortured squeak, and I remained quiet until she was able to reply.
"All right. What do you want me to do?"
"Several things. First, I want you to go out and get a complete bikini wax. Go a 
couple of towns over if you have to, but I want it off. All of it. Don't wimp 
out and shave it, either, because I hate stubble."
Nothing but a whimper came in reply to that.
"Then I want you to put together the sluttiest outfit you possibly can. If you 
have to go shopping for it, you do it. I want anyone who sees you to think 
you're a hooker. Then I want you to show up at my house at noon on Saturday, 
ready to do whatever I want you to."
I listened to her breathing hard for several seconds.
"Saturday?" she said finally.
"Saturday. At noon. See you then."
I hung up.



Friday night, when Amber came over after the game (which we won, again, 6-0), 
the first thing I did was explain to her what had happened with Cindy. She went 
into orbit.
"No way! Miss Reynolds? I had her in eighth grade!"
"Did she seem like she knew a little too much about the aptitude tests?"
"Well . . . she sure knew seemed to know her way around them. She gave us a lot 
of practice tests, things that turned out to be really close to the real ones."
I shook my head.
"She was doing it even then. God knows how she's had keys to that cabinet all 
this time."
"What are you going to do her?"
"The question is, what are we going to do to her?"
Amber's jaw dropped.
"You mean--?"
"Yes. You're going to teach her how to eat pussy, among other things."
Amber let out a squeal and slapped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, my God. But then she'll know. About us."
"Yes." I explained that part of my plan. "Then we both have incentives to keep 
our mouths shut. So she won't be worrying about me forever, and I won't have to 
worry about her doing something stupid because she can't stop dwelling on what I 
know. Besides which, when the evening is over, she'll have fucked you too. 
She'll be in the same boat I am."
"You're going to fuck her?"
"Yes. And spank her. Which means we have some stuff to do tonight."
I showed her the ropes and pulleys I had gotten from the hardware store and 
several dog collars from the local pet store. Together, over the next few hours, 
we built a makeshift dungeon in my basement. The centerpiece was a sort of stock 
I built from a pair of 2x4's and the seat from an old weight bench that I had 
pilfered from our equipment cage at school. It was designed to immobilize Cindy 
in the "doggy-style" position, locking her wrists behind her to the top of the 
side posts and her knees to the base. A collar around her neck would lock to the 
front of the bench seat, holding her tightly in position.
"You're going to put her in this?" Amber asked.
"Unless you'd like to try it out."
She grinned.
"We should take it for a test drive first."
"Be my guest."
Amber rapidly stripped out of her clothes and knelt on the bench. I locked in 
her into place and adjusted the restraints.
[Note to readers: Click here for a picture of this thing with Amber in it]
"I like it," she moaned.
I played with her rapidly moistening pussy for a few seconds. Then I found the 
yardstick I had brought home from school and swatted her a few times. When her 
butt was bright red and her pussy dripping wet, I freed my aching cock and 
thrust into her. After that, the construction was over, and the fun began.



Amber went home around eleven. I called her mother the next morning, telling her 
I wanted Amber to come early to her tutoring session that day. She agreed at 
once. I picked Amber up at school and drove her back to my place. I told her to 
strip out of her clothes and wait for us in the basement, which she did. Then I 
sat down to wait for Cindy.
In truth, I wasn't entirely sure she would go for this, and I was more than a 
tiny bit nervous about her chickening out completely and trying to turn me in 
for blackmail. But just before noon, I saw her car pull into my driveway.
She had taken my instructions to heart. She wore a green silk blouse on top, 
knotted tightly under her breasts, and judging by the bounce behind the fabric 
as she got out, she didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Her midriff was bare, and 
I noticed that she had a ring in her navel. Something new, or had she had it all 
this time? Down below, she wore a very short black leather miniskirt over black 
nylons and black spike heels. Her short blonde hair was heavily teased and 
styled around her face, and she wore quite a bit of makeup. She indeed looked 
like a hooker, though a high-class one.
Gathering herself up, she shut the door to her car and stalked up to my porch. A 
moment later, she rang the bell. I got off my couch and went to the door.
When I opened it, she had a look on her face that I couldn't quite read. Part 
fear, part humiliation, part something else. She met my eyes only briefly before 
looking down.
"Here I am," she said.
"Come in."
She stepped into the foyer and I shut the door.
"Nice belly ring. Is that new?"
"No," she said, voice quavering. "I've had it a couple of years."
"Why did you get it?"
"I don't know. I just liked the idea."
I looked her up and down slowly.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked.
"Yes."
"What--" Her voice broke. "What are we going to do?"
"Come with me."
She followed me to the back of the house, though she lost a step when she 
realized I was taking her down to the basement.
"Why down there?"
"Because you're liable to make a lot of noise, and I don't want anyone hearing 
us."
A shudder ran through her body, but she stood her ground. She followed me down 
the steps.
Amber was waiting for us, naked, on the old couch I had along the back wall. She 
had a grin on her face and the yardstick in her hand across her knees. Cindy 
didn't immediately see her, but when she did, she let out a yelp and jumped 
backwards.
"Hi, Miss Reynolds."
Cindy gaped at her, then at me. She struggled with her recognition for a few 
seconds.
"A--Amber?"
"Yep."
"Oh, my God."
"This is my dirty little secret," I said. "Amber and I have been seeing each 
other for a while."
Amber stood up, and I could see Cindy taking in all of Amber's piercings and the 
gold chain suspended across her tits. I led Cindy to the center of the room and 
positioned her under the rope-and-pulley set-up Amber and I had built. When I 
took her wrist in my hand, she shook for a second but didn't resist me. I 
attached the little dog collars to her wrists and lifted her arms into the air 
until she was held in place. Then I sat on the couch.
"Amber, you know what Cindy was supposed to do for us. Why don't you perform an 
inspection?"
Cindy closed her eyes and shuddered as Amber approached. Amber stepped up close 
and reached under her skirt. Cindy let out a little cry and threw her head back.
"Panties?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Is she bald?"
"She's wet, Mike. Dripping wet."
I watched as Amber began stroking her slowly.
"Her pussy is wet?"
"Very."
"Let me see."
Amber withdrew her fingers and displayed them. They glistened with Cindy's 
vaginal fluids.
"Oh, my." I laughed. "Cindy, you slut. This is turning you on, isn't it?"
Cindy shuddered, not opening her eyes. I motioned for Amber to get to work on 
her. Amber pushed the miniskirt up over Cindy's hips, revealing a black garter 
belt and Cindy's newly denuded pussy. Then Amber knelt before her, took her 
Cindy's firm butt in her hands, and pulled her forward to lick at her.
The reaction was instantaneous.
"Oh God, no! I've never--I can't--I'm not--"
"Cindy, relax. You and Amber are going to get to know each other very well 
today, so you may as well used to it."
She let out a cry of frustration and threw her head backwards, surrendering to 
her fate. Amber was eating her eagerly by now, tongue dipping and fluttering 
against Cindy's bald pussy. In less than a minute, Cindy was gasping for breath 
and pumping her hips at Amber's face. Then she shrieked in fulfillment, and I 
watched as the orgasm wracked her body. When it was over, she went completely 
limp, hanging from her arms. Amber withdrew and stood up.
"She has a nice pussy."
"Clean?"
"She tastes pretty good."
Cindy cringed at this exchange. I stood up. 
"Open her blouse."
Amber untied the knot in Cindy's blouse and freed her breasts. She was indeed 
braless, and she was big. Some of the biggest tits I'd ever seen that weren't 
store-bought.
"So this is the chest the whole male middle school lusts after. What size bra do 
you wear, Cindy?"
"32DD," she said weakly. "Sometimes 34. It depends on the bra."
"Wow," Amber said. "You must have a hard time finding nice stuff that fits."
"I do," Cindy gasped.
I reached out and tweaked her left nipple.
"I like that belly ring. You really ought to think about getting your nips 
pierced too, like Amber did."
Cindy opened her eyes and looked Amber over in defeat, then dropped her head. I 
let go of her tit and reached between her legs to feel her sopping pussy. She 
twitched slightly as I slipped two fingers into her. She was as smooth as a 
baby's butt, definitely not shaved.
"Why are you so turned on, Cindy? Does some part of you really want to be 
treated like a cheap slut?"
She whimpered.
"Well," I said, "Let's find out."
I got the yardstick from the couch and had Amber resume her place between 
Cindy's thighs. She began licking her again as I walked around behind them. I 
swung the yardstick through the air a few times and then brought it down hard 
across her ass.
She let out a shriek and clenched her buttocks, which of course only pushed her 
forward at Amber's mouth. I did it again, leaving a narrow red stripe just below 
the first. Amber continued eating her mercilessly, even reaching under to 
finger-fuck her as I swatted her.
I hit her again, and again, keeping it up until her butt was bright red and 
swollen, until both of her rear garter straps had popped loose. Halfway through, 
she came like a freight train, legs flailing under her, shrieking like a scalded 
cat. Amber held on tight, tongue spinning away, and I kept swatting her. She 
came a second time, nearly fainting, and after that I finally relented. Amber 
leaned back and wiped her mouth. Cindy hung limply in her restraints, panting 
heavily.
As I let Cindy catch her breath, I stripped out of my clothes. Amber and I 
lowered her to the floor and freed her wrists. She lay there in a heap.
"Cindy. Get up."
She climbed unsteadily to her feet.
"Get out of your clothes. Keep the stockings on, but lose everything else."
She complied rapidly. I led her to the stocks, and she knelt in place without 
protest. In about a minute, I had her tightly restrained.
She was so wet now that her thighs were sticky and glistening. I played with her 
idly.
"I gather you've never done something like this before."
"No," she said weakly. "Steve . . . Steve will spank me sometimes, but that's 
it."
"You're a bad girl, Cindy. A complete slut. That's what you want to be treated 
like."
She let out a sob and tried to nod in the restraints. I motioned for Amber to 
take my place and then crawled around in front of Cindy. I presented my stiff 
cock to her mouth, and she swallowed it up without another word.
As Cindy bobbed slowly over me, Amber went around behind her and began playing 
with her again. Fingers, lips, tongue, nothing too deliberate, just enough to 
keep Cindy hot and bothered.
"Mike?" she asked after a minute or two. "Can I swat her?"
Cindy whimpered around my cock.
"Go right ahead. Just nothing hard enough to break the skin. We don't want to do 
any permanent damage."
Amber hopped up and found the yardstick. Grinning at me, she swung it hard 
against Cindy's already reddened behind. Cindy let out a yelp through her nose 
but kept sucking away on me. But of course, she could do nothing else. The 
restraints were tight enough that she would have trouble even getting my cock 
out of her mouth, and as for escaping Amber's torment--well, that was 
impossible.
The longer Amber kept swatting her, the faster Cindy sucked on me. She shuddered 
in orgasm just as I was getting close myself, letting a little whimper out of 
her nose. By now, Amber was hardly smacking her at all, but Cindy's butt was so 
swollen that the contact alone was enough. Finally, as I felt the come boiling 
in my balls, I took her face in my hands and began fucking rapidly. A few 
seconds later, I shot off down her throat. She gulped it all down without being 
asked.
When I withdrew and sat on the couch, I saw a wicked gleam in Amber's eye as she 
looked over Cindy in the stocks. I grinned at her.
"You want her."
"Can I?"
"Go for it."
Cindy didn't seem to understand what we meant until Amber sat down in front of 
her and spread her legs. She scooted forward until her pussy was right in 
Cindy's face.
"Return the favor, why don't you?" I said.
Cindy shuddered.
"I can't--I've never--I'm not a lesbian."
"No. You're a slut. Sluts just fuck people, without regard for niceties like 
gender. Just do it."
Amber pushed her pussy against Cindy's mouth, and after a second or two of 
hesitation, Cindy began to lick.
At first, she was very hesitant and reluctant, doing nothing but move her tongue 
around weakly. Then I had an idea. I got up from the couch and picked up the 
yardstick. A few hard swats on Cindy's angry red butt improved her pussy-eating 
dramatically. Amber was soon writhing around on the floor in front of her, 
moaning, pushing her hips at Cindy's face. I kept swatting her lightly, and 
Cindy came close to swallowing Amber's pussy whole.
My erection had returned from watching this display, so I dropped down behind 
Cindy and caressed her abused buttocks. When I pushed my stiff cock between her 
thighs, she shuddered but did not protest. She kept eating my girlfriend as I 
thrust into her slowly.
Amber came, loudly and enthusiastically, but stayed put. Cindy kept eating her; 
I kept fucking Cindy. I fucked her roughly, pushing her against her restraints, 
bouncing her around in the stocks. Amber came again, as did Cindy. I felt her 
spasming around me and drove into her harder, smacking her tender ass with my 
hands as I did it. She came again, and finally I felt my come beginning to rise. 
As Amber convulsed in yet another orgasm, holding Cindy's head in her hands and 
lifting her hips up in the air, I spurted off as deeply into Cindy as I could 
get.
I withdrew and left her there, dripping with my come and hers, and went upstairs 
to get a couple of beers. I returned to find Amber sitting beside her, stroking 
her hair, telling her what a good pussy-eater she was. Cindy's face was red and 
her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was listening. I tossed Amber one of 
the beers and opened the other.
We kept Cindy there until nearly six o'clock, spanking her and abusing her, 
until both of us were sated. For my last come of the day, I deflowered Cindy's 
ass while she ate Amber out for what had to be the fifth or sixth time--her 
reservations about cunnilingus having completely dissolved by that point. 
Afterwards, Amber lay down on the couch to rest and actually fell asleep. I 
helped Cindy get dressed and led her upstairs. I found an ice pack in my freezer 
and handed it to her. She pressed it against her butt as I found the file 
cabinet keys. I had made a point of filing the pattern down to make them 
useless, and I now dropped them into her purse.
"All done. We're quits now."
"Mike?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"What now?"
"What do you mean, what now? You can go home."
"But--"
I just stared at her. Her jaw started to vibrate, and she looked down.
"If there's something you want to say, just say it."
"I--I--" her voice broke for a moment "--I want to--to be your slut. To do keep 
doing what we did today."
I thought about that for a moment or two.
"I have Amber. And another girl. You'd be a long way down the totem pole."
"I know."
"You wouldn't just be my slut. I'd give you to Amber, and let her do whatever 
she wanted with you. You said you weren't a lesbian. If you do this, your face 
is going to be buried in pussy quite a lot for the foreseeable future."
"I know."
"She's still learning about all this. She was a virgin when we first started 
going out. God only knows what she's liable to do to you, and make you do."
"I know."
"Can you live with that? Right now, I'm making Amber come to school without bra 
or panties, carrying a set of Ben-wa balls around in her twat twenty-four/seven. 
I'll want you to get your nipples pierced, and your clit. Among other things. 
Can you do that?"
"Yes!"
"All right. Let me think about this. I'll have to ask Amber too."
"Please. Please."
"We'll see. For now, go home."
She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She nodded slowly in resignation and 
walked unevenly out to her car.


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-To be continued.-

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