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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 6.

Amber appeared at my door on Friday night after the football game was
over, wearing another one of her lycra/spandex outfits.  I inspected her
briefly.  Her clit ring was healing nicely and there was no sign of
regrowth in her pubic area yet.  And the butt plug was properly in
place.

"Mike?" she asked softly as I stood up.

"Hmm?"

"I'm doing my best to follow along with what you want me to do but . . .
"

"What?"

"When are we going to ma . . . when are we going to fuck?"

"Soon.  Maybe this weekend, if you feel up to it."

She looked up at me hopefully.

"I'm ready."

"You're almost there."

"I can't do what you wanted me to do with the dildo yet.  I've been
practicing as much as I can, but it still makes me choke."

"It will take some time.  It takes a lot of practice to do it right.
Don't worry about that now."

I looked her over for a few moments, arranging her hair around her face
and caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of her top.  I tweaked
her nipples until they were both standing out.

"All right.  I'm waiting."

She took a deep breath.

"Please understand that I really want to make you happy, but I just
don't know all that much about sex."

"I know that.  I'm taking that into consideration."

"I thought really hard, and I used my dad's computer to look for stuff
to do."

I smiled.

"Did you run a search for 'slut'?"

She returned the smile.

"Yeah.  But it came back with like five million hits.  So I had to kind
of look around at random."

"And what did you find?"

"I didn't know if we could fuck yet, so I thought of other stuff to do."

"Being a slut is about a lot more than fucking."

"I know.  At least I think I get that now."

"So what do you have in mind?"

She smiled at me, then pulled her top over her head.  She stepped out of
her skirt, leaving herself naked except for her high heels.  Then she
picked up her purse and took my hand, leading me out to the car.  I got
in, and she climbed into the passenger side.

"Where are we going?"

"I tried to think about what you said about modesty and not caring what
other people think.  About letting go of the person I used to be.  So I
tried to think of something I would never be brave enough to do before I
met you."

The look in her eyes at that moment told me I had finally cracked that
shell inside her.  It wasn't broken completely, but it was getting
there.

"So . . ."

"So I want you to take me to the water tower.  We'll climb up to the
top, and you can do whatever you want to me."

My jaw dropped.  I was, to be blunt, shocked.  Not at the idea but that
she would come up with something that extreme.

"There may be people there on a Friday night."

"I know.  That's what these are for."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a plastic bag.  Inside were
two costume masks, the kind that concealed the upper two-thirds of your
face but left your mouth uncovered.

"People might see us, but they won't know who we are."

She grinned at me and pulled one over her face.  Now she was just a
short blonde teenager, and there were plenty of those around here.

I smiled, laughing softly to myself.

"I'm impressed.  I'm very impressed."

She beamed at me.

"Really?"

"Yes.  Let's go."

She giggled as I started the engine and backed out of the garage.  The
water tower was just outside of town, and was a popular hangout for the
local high school kids.  You weren't supposed to climb it, but everyone
did anyway.  My concern was that there would be kids up there already,
which meant that climbing up there, with Amber stark naked, would be
problematic to say the least.

When we got there, it was after eleven.  No one seemed to be around.
Amber hopped out of the car and walked over to the ladder.  I helped her
up and climbed up after her.  I looked up at her pert little butt as we
climbed, watching the ring in her clit twitching back and forth.

We got to the top rail in about a minute.  Amber leaned back against the
water tank, exposing herself to the entire town.  There were no lights
on the tower except for a red navigation aid at the very top, but the
moon was out and anyone below was going to see us.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

Her hands were shaking though she was trying to appear brave.

"Um . . . naked."

"You are.  Naked and exposed to everyone.  Anyone who looks up here is
going to see your bald pussy and the ring in your clit."

She nodded.

"I know."

"Play with yourself."

She moved a hand between her legs and began to masturbate gingerly.  I
could tell that she was still sore, but it was not enough to stop her.
I leaned back against the tank beside her, looking at her, then out at
the town.  A few cars drove past on the road but no one stopped.

Amber continued stroking herself, working her fingers in and out gently.
 I squatted down to watch her more closely.  She was getting wet now.

"The real test, of course," I said, "is not that you're brave enough to
do this, but that it turns you on."

"It's starting to."

"Knowing people could be watching you get off."

She nodded rapidly.

"Keep going," I said.  "I want to see you come."

She worked diligently for another few minutes.  I occasionally stroked
her belly or played with her tits, but in general I let her take care of
herself.

Then it happened.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pickup truck,
followed by another car, turning off the road toward the water tower.
They pulled up next to my car, about twenty yards away from us.

"Here we go," I said.

Amber gasped, her breath speeding up.

"They can't see your face, remember.  Just your body.  Your pussy, your
ass, and your tits, but not your face."

"I know," she blurted out.

"Keep going.  Don't stop."

She rubbed at herself faster, breath whistling between her teeth.  Below
us, I could see several boys, no doubt classmates of Amber's, getting
out of the two cars.

It took longer than I expected for them to spot us, but when they did,
they began whooping and howling in disbelief.  A couple of them ran up
to the base of the tower and stopped short, looking up in shock.

"Oh, God," Amber gasped.

"I won't let them up here.  Don't worry."

She squeaked and her legs buckled.

"I'm coming," she whimpered.

Her hand rubbed furiously against her slit, fingering grinding against
herself.  I stroked her belly as she shivered in climax, looking down at
the incredulous reactions of the boys below.  Some of them appeared to
realize what exactly was going on--that they had arrived at the moment
of Amber's orgasm--and howled in approval.

I let her drop to her knees beside me and unzipped my pants.  Amber
recovered in a moment or two and reached out for my erection.  I
positioned the two of us so our audience could see, then pushed my cock
into Amber's mouth.

She took the base in her hand and began to work as the boys below
cheered and whooped up a storm.  I saw one of them grab the base of the
ladder, but the others immediately pulled him away from it--they didn't
want him interrupting anything.  We were not so far away that I could
not make out their faces, and I scanned them for anyone I knew.  No one,
luckily.  In fact, they looked maybe a bit too old to be high school
students.

Amber bobbed rapidly over my dick, and I alternated between watching
her--naked and completely exposed to the world--and our howling
audience.  She sucked and slurped over me as if she wanted to take it
clean off, and if I was not imagining things--if it was not wishful
thinking--she was finally getting turned on by this spectacle.

She took me closer and closer, hand tight around the based of my cock,
mouth latched onto me like a vacuum cleaner house.  I felt my balls
tightening and my cum beginning to boil in my groin.  I took Amber's
head in my hands, listening to the whoops and cheers below us.  I forced
myself to open my eyes, looking down at Amber and past her to the boys
on the ground.  And then I came into her mouth like a fire house.

She gulped and slurped as it came, struggling to take it all.  She did
her best, but some of my come ended up on her chin.  She tried to wipe
it off, but I stopped her instantly.

"Leave it there," I gasped.  "Sluts like having come on their faces."

She swallowed the last of it and inhaled raggedly.

"Okay."

I rested for a few seconds and buttoned myself up.  Then I laughed
softly.

"Okay, baby.  You got us up here.  How are we going to get down?"

Amber gasped.  She looked down at the boys below, then up at me in
horror.  I laughed again.

"We maybe should have thought this through a bit better.  I don't think
they're going anywhere.  We're going to have to climb down and walk out
past them."

She put her arms around herself and shuddered.

"Oh, God."

"They can't see your face, Amber.  And I don't see anyone I recognize.
It's just a matter of letting them see your body.  You're a slut,
remember.  Sluts do stuff like that."

Her breath came heavily for a few seconds, and I watched her breasts
heaving on her chest.

"Okay."

"I'll go first."

I climbed down, watching the boys below still whooping and cheering.
Despite my reassurances to Amber, I was in fact concerned about them
doing something stupid.  But we had apparently rendered them speechless.
 They kept their distance and merely stared raptly up at Amber as she
descended the ladder in all her naked glory.  ("Her pussy!" one of them
exclaimed. "Check out her pussy!")

When she got to the bottom, she pressed herself against me, and we
walked quickly toward the car.  As we left our audience behind, I heard
them laughing to each other in disbelief.  ("She had come on her face!
I saw it!")  But they didn't follow us, and we were soon back on the
road.

As we drove away and Amber finally realized we were safe, she began
laughing weakly.

"Oh, God.  Oh, my God."

I reached for her and pulled her to me.  She hugged my arm, laughing
freely now.

"You did it, babe.  You did it."

"I'm a slut."

"You're on your way.  We've got a lot ahead of us, but you're definitely
on your way."

"They liked my pussy."

"You've got a great one."

She giggled.

"How would you know?  You haven't done anything with it yet."

I took a deep breath.

"I'm about to."

She looked up at me, eyes wide.

"Now?"

"It's time."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

She hugged me tightly.  I stabbed down on the accelerator, racing toward
home.

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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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