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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 4.

In truth, I wasn't quite sure what to do with Amber.  Oh, I wanted to
fuck her; that wasn't the problem.  I wanted to fuck the daylights out
of her, and I knew she would let me.  What held me back was the sense of
something else inside her, the embryo of something much bigger, if only
I could nurture it to viability.  And going straight into fucking would
kill it off as surely as giving up this whole project.

But what I had said that afternoon was true as well.  Amber still had a
shell of modesty and propriety protecting that embryo, and I had to
break through it somehow.  She would go along with what I wanted to do,
these silly exercises we had engaged in that afternoon, simply because I
wanted her to do it.  But _she_ wouldn't want to do it until I broke
that shell inside her.

What to do?

There were all sorts of things that _I_ could do to her, but that maybe
was part of the problem.  She still viewed this thing as an "us," things
she was doing for me.  The closer we got, the more she would settle into
the idea that she was just my girlfriend.  She would rationalize the
things I made her do as just pleasing her man, and it would probably do
nothing but reinforce the shell inside her.

And that gave me an idea.  I had, over the three years I had lived here,
occasionally employed a local escort service for nocturnal entertainment
when I got lonely and horny enough.  Maybe what I really needed was some
outside help.

I called the number I had been using and obliquely explained to the
woman on the other end that my girlfriend was bored and we were looking
for someone else to "party" with.  She professed to understand and told
me she would call me back in a few minutes.

Five minutes later she called back saying one of her girls was
interested.  Did she understand that this was mainly for my girlfriend?
I asked.  Not a problem, she replied.  When did I need her?

I told the woman to send the girl by around eight o'clock.  Then I went
looking for the things I needed.  Most of them I found around the house
or the garage, and then set them up in the living room.  I went out to
the hardware store for the rest and stopped by the ATM to get some cash.


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I was finally ready around seven-thirty and sat down to wait.  Just
before eight, the doorbell rang.  Behind the door I found a reasonably
attractive blonde girl (though with a bad dye job) of about twenty or
so.

"Hi.  I'm Candy."

"Of course you are," I said.

I ushered her into the living room.  On the coffee table was the
envelope with her fee.  She spotted it and went straight over.

"Is this for me?"

"It's not mine.  I don't know what it's doing there."

Grinning a little, she picked it up and looked inside.  I watched her
counting the money, then slipping it into her purse.

"So what are we doing?  Where's your girlfriend?"

"She's coming over.  This is actually a surprise.  A present for her."

She nodded.

"So what do I do?"

"Get into costume and wait in the bedroom.  I'll come get you when it's
time."

I showed her where to get ready, and as I was doing it, the phone rang.
 It was Amber.  I told her to come straight over.

When I got off the phone with Amber, Candy called the agency and told
them where she was and what was going on.   Then she stripped down to
her underwear, a matching black lace bra and panty set.  Her tits were
nice enough, though obviously fake.

"When you come out, she's going to be tied to a chair waiting for you.
Don't say anything and try not to touch her with anything except your
mouth.  I want her to think it's me at first."

"Okay."

"She may or may not be willing to do anything for you.  We'll just have
to see."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me."

She smiled.

"Just going to watch?"

"Most likely.  But this is liable to get a little twisted.  I'm not sure
how she'll react, but I think once she gets over her surprise, she'll be
all right.  Just play along with whatever I do."

She nodded.

"Sure.  No problem."

I checked on the last of my preparations and waited for Amber.  She
showed up about five minutes after I had talked to her.  She had changed
into one of her new outfits, a green lycra microskirt and a matching bra
top.  No underwear was in evidence.

"Nice."

"Thanks."

"Come in here."

When she saw what was waiting for her, her eyes swelled in concern.

"Strip."

She did, quickly.

"Sit in the chair."

"What are we doing?"

"You're going home if you ask me another question."

She sat in the chair instantly.  As I tied her ankles to the chair legs
and her wrists to the arms, she began shaking again but said nothing.  I
blindfolded her and fitted her mouth with the makeshift ball gag I had
made from a one-inch rubber ball washer and a bungee cord.

"Amber, do you still want to be a slut?  My slut?"

She nodded rapidly.

"Tonight is going to be a big test.  Call it a go-no-go test.  You
either get through this, and do what I want you to, or it's all over.
Understand?"

Her face had gone even paler than normal, but she nodded again.  I went
back to the bedroom and fetched Candy.  Her eyebrows went up a little
when she saw Amber, but she said nothing, as I had instructed.  I
motioned her forward and sat on the couch about two feet away to watch.

Candy knelt carefully in front of Amber, leaning forward.  She opened
her mouth and took Amber's left nipple between her lips.  Amber gasped
slightly but remained still.  Candy suckled her gently for about a
minute, running her tongue around and around Amber's nipple. She moved
to Amber's right breast and continued her attentions.

I watched Amber getting less nervous and more aroused, and it was quite
clear she thought I was the one pleasuring her.  I was going to let her
continue to think that for a while.

Candy went back and forth over Amber's perky little tits for some time,
getting both nipples red and swollen.  I noticed that she had disobeyed
my instructions and moved a hand between Amber's thighs, stroking her
gently.  I tapped her foot with my shoe.  She looked up and I shook my
head.  The hand returned to her side.

Amber hadn't seemed to notice anything, and Candy began kissing her way
down Amber's belly.  Amber sensed what was coming and pushed herself
forward, opening her thighs.  Finally Candy reached Amber's damp sex and
kissed it.  Then she extended her tongue and ran it slowly up and down,
wiggling it over Amber's clit.  She probed forward, splitting Amber
open, and licked up and down again.

Amber was flushed in arousal now, bright pink over most of her chest and
neck.  Her breath came in shallow gasps as Candy began licking her more
purposefully.  Candy's tongue was a hard little point, flicking all over
and around Amber's clit.  Amber's hips began to shake, pushing forward,
but Candy withdrew, maintaining her light and teasing strokes.

Amber let out a whimper, straining against her bonds.  My cock was stiff
and aching in my pants, and I shifted to free it.  I watched Candy's
tongue fluttering and dancing all over Amber's sex.  Amber let out
another little cry, and this time Candy stopped teasing her.  She pushed
forward, sucking Amber's clit into her mouth, and went after her
eagerly.  Amber threw her head back, gasping for breath.  Thighs shaking
and breasts heaving, she at last shivered into orgasm.  Candy held on
through the end of it, finishing her off expertly.

When Amber finally sank back into the chair, letting her head sink
forward, Candy leaned back, looking to me for instructions.  I motioned
for her to remove the last of her clothes, which she did.  Then I
gestured toward Amber again, and Candy went back to work.

She returned to Amber's breasts, though working her harder this time,
holding her nipples between her lips and worrying at them like a
terrier.  Amber responded by pushing forward at Candy's mouth,
whimpering in need.

When Candy slid back down between Amber's thighs and began eating her
again, tongue buried inside Amber's pussy and driving her back toward
climax, I finally stood.  I went behind Amber, watching her carefully,
watching for the moment when she was on the brink of orgasm.  Candy was
sucking and slurping on Amber's clit now, shaking her head back and
forth.  When Amber began gasping rapidly for breath in the way she
always did when she was about to come, I reached out and pulled off her
blindfold.

She started in surprise, then let out a squeal of horror when she saw
what was really going on.  Her head swung around, looking for me, and
her eyes locked onto mine.  I bent down, holding her head between my
arms.

"Let it happen, Amber," I whispered.  "Just let go.  Remember what I
said in the beginning.  Go-no-go, remember?"

She whimpered in defeat, screwing her eyes shut.  I caressed her cheek
and kissed her nose.

"Let it go.  Just let her get you off.  Let it happen."

I couldn't tell whether Candy had been paying attention to this, but she
hadn't slowed down at all.  Amber's thighs began to shake, and her break
whistled rapidly through her nose.  She seemed on the brink of tears and
the brink of climax at the same time.  I kept stroking her face,
whispering comforts to her, and slowly her resistance began to ebb.  She
went limp in my arms, though her eyes remained tightly shut.

Then she came.  She let out a squeak, slamming her hips forward at
Candy's mouth.  She shook and convulsed against her restraints for a
good ten seconds before I motioned to Candy to withdraw.  She sat back,
looking up at us uncertainly.

Gradually Amber came back to earth, and I untied her.  She remained
where she was, limp and unmoving.

"Amber."

Nothing.

"Amber.  Look at me."

Her eyes opened slowly, fearfully. I untied her gag.

"This is Candy."

She glanced down at the girl between her thighs, then back at me.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

Her jaw vibrated, but she said nothing.

"You came.  Twice.  You didn't like it?"

"I--I--"

"Thought it was me?"

She nodded.

"Does this change what you felt?  Erase those orgasms she gave you?"

She glanced at Candy again, jaw still shaking.  "I don't know what you
want me to say," she whimpered.

"I want you to tell me the truth.  Did you enjoy what she did to you
when she was doing it?"

She nodded weakly.

"It felt good?"

Another nod.

"Would you like her to do it again?"

Her eyes closed, and she said nothing.  I looked down at Candy.

"Give us a minute.  Go smoke a cigarette or something."

She nodded and went back into my bedroom.  When she was gone, I caressed
Amber's face slowly.

"Amber, I never said this was going to be easy.  I just said it would
make you into the person I want you to be.  Do you still want that?"

She nodded rapidly, fighting tears.

"Sluts tend to be bisexual.  They don't really care who they fuck as
long as they get off in the process.  And Amber, I think you have that
in you.  You just have to let go of what everyone has told you about who
you're supposed to be.  You can either go home and be a good little girl
like your mother tells you, or you can stay here and let me show you how
to be someone else.  Which is it going to be?"

She pried her eyes open.

"You enjoyed what Candy did, didn't you?"

She answered me in a tiny voice.  "Yes."

"I think you're just surprised and worried about whether this is
perverted or wrong or something equally silly.  You're afraid to admit
to yourself that you liked it because that would mean letting go of the
old Amber."

She didn't answer me, but I saw the truth in her eyes.

"But that's what you have to do, Amber.  You've got to let go of the
person you used to be if you want to be the person I want.  Go-no-go
time.  Decide now which way you want to go."

She screwed her eyes shut and gasped for breath a few times.  She had to
force the reply out.

"Slut."

"You want to be a slut?"

She nodded.

"All right.  Let's get started."

I got Candy from the bedroom and had her sit next to me on the couch.  I
motioned to Amber, who rose nervously from the chair.

"Return the favor," I said to her.  "I think you know what to do."

She stood in front of us gathering her courage for a few seconds,
glancing at me and then at Candy, who merely sat there smiling with her
thighs spread.  Then she dropped slowly to her knees in front of the
other girl.

Candy positioned herself, sliding forward and offering her smoothly
shaved pussy to Amber's mouth.  Amber looked down at it as if it was
about to bite her.

I reached over and stroked her arm.

"Go on.  Remember what I said."

She nodded, placed her hands on Candy's thighs, and leaned forward.  She
closed her eyes as she made contact.  She kissed Candy's sex weakly,
once, twice, before extending her tongue about half an inch and
beginning to lick.

At first she simply lapped slowly without any real focus.  Candy
stretched out a little and caressed Amber's head.  When Candy touched
her, a shiver shot through Amber's body, and she briefly stopped what
she was doing.  Then she took a deep breath and resumed.

Bit by bit Amber seemed to get used to this, licking more firmly and
deliberately.  Candy sighed, beginning to roll her hips slowly.  I had
no illusions about Amber being able to get her off the first time, but
that wasn't really important.  It was Amber I cared about, not Candy.

Candy let out a soft squeak.

"Faster."

I watched in mild amazement as Amber complied, speeding up her
movements.  Her attentions were far less imaginative than Candy's had
been--little more than simply up-and-down licks against Candy's clit.
Candy suddenly pulled her closer, pushing her pussy into Amber's mouth.
 Amber briefly froze in surprise, then tried to do what Candy wanted.
She sucked on Candy's clit and labia, working her tongue into Candy's
pussy.  Candy kept a tight grip on Amber's hair now, breathing rapidly
through her teeth.

I reached over again and stroked Amber's forehead.

"You're doing great.  Just keep at it."

She glanced over at me--and actually smiled, very quickly, around the
pussy she had in her mouth.  Candy quivered again, moaning at what Amber
was doing now.  Amber sped up, licking faster, eyes shut and
concentration etched on her face.

I wasn't sure whether Candy was faking this, but I didn't suppose it
mattered since Amber could not possibly know the difference.  Finally,
with a whimper and a quaking of her abdomen, Candy came into Amber's
mouth, thrashing around beside me.  Amber continued eating her until it
was over, then leaned back.  She looked up at me, hopeful and nervous,
and I rubbed her head.

"Good job."

I looked at the clock.  I had bought Candy for an hour, and we still had
about twenty minutes left.

As Candy recovered, I stood up and undressed.  Amber remained where she
was.  Candy looked up at me, then at Amber.

"So what now?"

"Lie down on the floor beside her."

Candy slid down off the couch.  I had her lie flat on her back and
directed Amber to sit on her face.  She complied quickly, and Candy
began eating her again.  I sat directly in front of Amber and opened my
pants, my erection gooey with precum and pointing toward the ceiling.

"My turn."

Amber shivered for a moment at what Candy was doing, then took my dick
in her hands.

"What do I do?"

"You should have the general idea.  It's nothing complicated."

I intended to teach her a lot about cocksucking in the future, but for
now I simply needed to get off.  Amber leaned forward and took me into
her mouth.  I felt her gag a couple of times, but she held on and kept
her grip.  I guided her head and got her to bob up and down slowly.

I looked around her to see Candy with her arms wrapped around Amber's
butt, face buried in her pussy.  She was fucking Amber with her tongue
and sucking roughly on her clit.  Amber squirmed and twitched in my lap,
trying to concentrate on sucking me but unable to resist the sensations
Candy was sending through her.

I had been hard all night watching the two of them, so this would not
last very long.  Amber bobbed up and down awkwardly but rapidly,
whimpering through her nose.  Her hands dug into my thighs, and a shiver
ran through her body.  I reached down and began stroking her breasts and
tweaking her nipples, trying to add to what Candy was doing.

I wanted to come when Amber did, and I tried to hold myself back.  I
held onto her, feeling the tremors in her abdomen and the rhythm of her
breathing.  She bobbed faster now, beginning to shake between my legs.
I grew closer and closer, fighting it every second.  Only when I felt
Amber let out a low cry and start to shake in my arms, when her teeth
bit down gently on my cock, did I let go.  Long gooey ribbons of sperm
flowed into her mouth.  She squeaked at the first shot, slurping and
trying to hold on in the midst of her own climax.  I felt a drop of come
squirt from her mouth and run down into my lap.  Only when it was over
did she let go and lean back, mouth full of come and unsure what to do
with it.

I lay still in the aftermath of my climax, stroking her face and neck.
I felt her gulp awkwardly and then gasp for breath.  Candy wriggled out
from under her and sat up, leaning against the couch beside Amber.  She
reached over and brushed the hair back from Amber's face.

"You've got a real nice pussy, hon."

Amber shivered.

"Thanks," she managed.  "Did I do okay?  With you?"

"Yep.  Real good."

Candy looked up at me.

"I think it's time for me to go, unless you want to work something else
out."

"No.  That's it for tonight.  Thanks."

She bent over and kissed Amber on the cheek, then went to get dressed.
I pulled Amber close and gave her a quick hug.  She wrapped her arms
around my waist.

"How did I do?"

"Great.  That was great.  You're on your way, I think."

"This wasn't so bad.  Once I got into it."

"You've got a long way yet to go, but this is a good start."

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I showed Candy out and then led Amber to the bathroom.  I turned on the
shower and pulled her in with me.  She tried to hug me, but I made her
stand still as I washed her from head to foot.  I played with as I did,
massaging her breasts and pussy until she came one last time in my arms.


"Tomorrow we have a few more things to do."

"What?"

"You're getting more into the slut mindset, but we need to work on the
look."

"Okay."

"After that, we're going to be off until next weekend.  No funny
business during school."

"I know.  I'll be careful."

"What we're doing tomorrow is going to be hard for you, maybe harder
than tonight.  You just have to trust me."

A shiver of fright shot through her.

"Okay.  I will."

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-To be continued.-

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Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy
Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell
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