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You can find my other stories in the following archives: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MichaelD/www/ www.storiesonline.net (under authors, MichaelD38) Overall Story Codes: Mf, MFf, Mm+/f, teen, bdsm, humil, mast, piercing, oral, anal, gangbang AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY (C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell --- Chapter 8. Amber made it home in time for her curfew. One day I would want her to confront her parents, but there was a time and a place for everything, and this was not it. Not yet. I had a great deal more I wanted to do to her first. She returned the next morning around eleven, and we drove back to Lincoln. I played with her almost continuously as I drove, tweaking her clit ring or sliding my middle finger in and out of her. I didn't let her come, though--I kept her on the edge for nearly an hour, until both my hand and her pussy were soaked and Amber was squirming in frustration. The first thing I did was buy her more slut clothing to wear. After paying the bill, I sent her into the dressing room to change. She returned in a short lycra miniskirt and a cropped baby T-shirt that made her nipples stick straight out. I took her to lunch, where the outfit earned her a look of distaste from the waitress. Amber looked like a trailer-trash slut, but that was the point. --- "Tell me something," I said. "What?" "You've been changing clothes before you come to see me, haven't you? You leave your house dressed respectably and then change somewhere on the way." Her eyes swelled for a moment and then dropped to the table. "Don't you?" She nodded. "That's going to stop, starting now. From now on, you need to start living like a slut, not just playing one on TV." "My mom would never let me out of the house like this." "What did we talk about last night? Living your life the way you want to?" "It's going to start a lot of crap with my folks." "I'm not asking you to start dressing like this 24/7. Work up to it. Just stop dressing and acting like the quiet little Amber Johnson everyone knows. It's time for you to break out of your shell." "Okay." I finished the last bite of my sandwich and sat back in the booth. "I want to do another piercing today. You can decide what." She swallowed hard. "Nipples." "Sure?" She nodded. "All right. Nipples it is." --- Amber's hand was cold and damp in mine when we returned to the tattoo parlor. The same two guys were inside, and they appeared to remember us. I signed another permission form, and one of them led us into the back. Amber sat down in a chair as the tattoist and I picked out some appropriate rings. I wanted the same style, just not quite as large. We settled on gold, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter. Amber removed her top, and the guy set to work preparing her. She kept her eyes closed, breathing hard, not looking even when he marked the spots to pierce. I told him to go ahead. It was tense, bloody, and agonizing as it had been the first time. When it was over, Amber lay down to rest, both nipples swollen to twice normal size, almost as if they were about to erupt off her breasts. But it looked very, very nice. So good I got weak in the knees looking at her. "Do you like it?" she whispered a few minutes later. "I love it." "I love you." I bent down and kissed her nose. "And I love you too." --- Amber almost wanted to run out to my car topless rather than put her T-shirt back on, but that was out of the question. But as soon as we were back in the car and back on the road, she pulled her it up over her tits and lay back in her seat. "Better?" I asked. She nodded. "Why don't you just get naked and relax?" Her eyes popped open in surprise. It was only four in the afternoon and the sun was an hour or so from setting. "Do you want me to?" "Yes." The top came off, and she wriggled out of her skirt. Her seat was back flat so she was not completely exposed, but neither was she too concealed either. She seemed to think she was, but I had other ideas. I played with her as I drove, avoiding her nipples for now (one touch told me she was way too sore for that) but paying close attention to her pussy. We had been driving for a few minutes before I saw what I had been waiting for. Up ahead was a big eighteen-wheeler. I pulled up beside it as if to pass, then slowed down. Amber lay still beside me, eyes closed and resting, paying no attention to anything except my hand between her legs. I drove beside the truck for about five or ten seconds, then accelerated slowly. As I expected, the driver of the truck suddenly began trying to keep pace with me. I played with Amber more deliberately now, certain that the driver was not only watching but probably telling every trucker in the state what he could see. Amber moaned softly as I finally stopped teasing her and began trying to get her off. She arched her back a little, spreading her legs for me. I finger-fucked her slowly so the trucker could see everything I was doing. He was still staying perfectly abreast of me. Ahead of us, I saw another truck driving quite a bit slower than us in the right-hand lane--no doubt dropping back to get an eyeful. When we were close enough that the other trucker had to start slowing down, I accelerated, pulling up beside the truck ahead of us. As soon as my car reached the cab, that truck accelerated as well, trying to stay even with me. Amber was breathing heavily, breasts heaving, abdomen rising up and down, very close to orgasm. I moved the finger inside her more rapidly now. She let out a little squeak. Then her hands shot down to mine and held me close as she finally came. She shook beside me for about five or ten seconds before relaxing. "Like that?" I asked a moment later. She sighed contentedly. "Mmm-hmm." "So did our audience, I think." Amber's eyes flew open. She sat up and looked out the window, up at the truck beside us. I grabbed her arm as it came up to cover her breasts. "Don't cover yourself. Never cover yourself. I told you that." Her eyes screwed shut, though she remained frozen in her seat. Her face and chest had gone bright red, almost making her swollen and distended nipples disappear. "Amber, try to relax. This is no different than the water tower. That guy probably lives in Washington. There is no way he knows anyone you do." Behind us, I could see the other truck had changed lanes and come up on my tail. Amber slowly unwound, though her eyes remained shut. I accelerated suddenly, pulling ahead of the truck beside us and moving into the right-hand lane in front of him. In the rear-view mirror, I could see him cursing as the other truck drew up beside us in the left lane. He held his CB mike up to his face and said something into it. "Amber." She whimpered. "What?" "Come here." Her eyes opened. She realized we had changed lanes and looked around. Then she looked over at me. "What do you want?" "Suck me off." "While you're driving?" "Yes. The road is straight enough." She leaned over and saw the other truck beside me. "I know he'll see it," I said. "That's the point." Steeling herself, she crawled across the center divide and began digging into my pants. She freed my aching erection in a few moments and immediately took it into her mouth. I felt the tight ring of her lips around me, felt her trying to force me into her throat as I had told her to practice with the dildo. She gagged a couple of times, then rose up. I guided her head, and she was soon bobbing rapidly over me. I watched the two trucks jockeying for position around us, not making eye contact with either driver. They were obviously having a heated conversation over their radios, and I would have given quite a bit to have been able to listen in. Amber continued gobbling my cock insatiably. "They're watching you, babe," I gasped. "They're going crazy. They're liable to run off the road trying to keep in view." She moaned, bobbing faster. One hand dug further into my pants and began playing with my balls. I closed my eyes for a second, wallowing in the hot wet friction of her mouth on my cock. Her tongue attacked the head, rubbing and swirling. I was already very turned on from her previous performance for the truckers, and this was not going to last very long at all. I grunted, leaning back in my seat. The trucker behind us blew his horn. "I'm going to come any second," I moaned. "Don't swallow it. Hold it." Amber nodded, as best she could under the circumstances. She bobbed as rapidly as she could, jaw quivering against me. A moment later I convulsed and squirted off into her mouth. She held on, pumping it out with the hand on my balls. She stayed there until she had every last bit, and only then did she sit back in her seat. I caught my breath after a few seconds and buttoned myself up. Amber sat nervously beside me with a mouth full of semen. "Roll down your window." Her face paled, but she complied. The road-wind whipped through the car. I stomped on the gas, shooting ahead of the two trucks. "Climb out until you can get your head above the roof of the car. Then spit my come into the air so they can see it." I wouldn't have thought she could manage it, but her face went even whiter. She sat beside me as still as a statue for a few seconds. "Amber. Do it, please." She took a deep breath, gathered herself up, and then backed up out of the window, leaning against the door. She put her arms on the roof of the car and pulled herself out. As both truckers began frantically blowing their horns in approval, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a stream of come fly into the air behind us. Then Amber fell back into the car. Loud and repeated truck horns continued to chase us down the highway. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself and closed her eyes. I was about to chastise her for such timidity when she started laughing. "Oh my, God. The guy behind us--he looked right at me--I thought he was going to crash his truck when I did it--when I spat your come into the air." She laughed again, shaking in her seat. "Oh my fucking God. I cannot believe I did that." I laughed with her and reached over to stroke her leg. "But you did." We continued laughing for a good five minutes. More trucks were dropping back ahead of us, but I told Amber to get dressed. You snooze, you lose, as far as I'm concerned. --- We spent the rest of the evening in bed. The swelling in Amber's nipples had begun to go down by the time we got home, but she was still too sore to play with. Instead, I began her instruction in anal sex. I began by giving her an enema in my bathroom. She was quiet and red with embarrassment as the soapy water flowed into her, but she complied. I had her hold it for as long as she could, which wasn't nearly as long as I would have liked. Then we took a shower, and I washed her thoroughly. When we were both clean and dry, I had her get on my bed on all fours. I found some massage oil and began working it into her. The butt plug had had its intended effect, and she was now more relaxed than she had been before. I had little trouble getting three fingers into her. "How does that feel?" "A little weird. But it doesn't really hurt." "It would have hurt had you not been doing what I told you." "Really?" "Most likely. Keep that in mind. When I tell you to do something, it's for your own good. If you don't understand something I tell you to do, you just need to trust me." She shivered. "Okay." I played with her pussy as I worked my fingers into her oiled rectum. She was already quite wet, and getting wetter, oozing hot fluid out between her denuded labia. I flicked her clit ring a few times as it hung down under her. My cock had been achingly erect throughout this exercise, so I needed no help from her. I positioned myself behind her, and keeping my fingers where they were for the moment, slipped into her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed herself back at me as I bottomed out. Thus lubricated, I withdrew both fingers and penis and moved myself upwards. "Spread your buttocks and push yourself as if you're moving your bowels." She did. The head of my cock slipped inside her. As she grunted and gasped, I slid slowly up to the hilt. Her sphincter spasmed on me several times, gripping me tightly. "Oh, God," she gasped. "It doesn't hurt?" "No. It just feels like nothing I've ever felt." I moved slowly inside her. "Do you think your mother has ever done this?" She laughed around her arousal, pinching me again. "God, I _doubt_ it." She laughed again. "Don't make me think of things like that." I reached under her to play with her clit. "What would she think if she saw this?" "She'd die of a heart attack." She settled down to the bed, resting her shoulders on the mattress and opening herself wider. One hand came up, and she began playing with herself rapidly. "Does it feel good?" she moaned. "Like nothing else." I fucked her steadily, luxuriating in the oily pressure around me. I felt my balls slapping against her damp pussy, so hot it almost scalded. Her fingers brushed against me as she masturbated herself. "Squeeze me," I gasped. Her sphincter pinched down on me. I thrust at her faster. She let out a little cry, shuddering under me. I held her hips tightly as I fucked her, closing in on my release. Her fingers were blur between her thighs now, and her free hand was clawing at the pillow under her head. I grunted, driving myself as deeply into her as I could get. She cried out as I did so, and shook in orgasm. As her sphincter bit down on me, I finally lost it and spurted inside her. For a moment, the come could not get past the tight ring of muscle, and my head swam with the sensations. Then it squirted--painfully and pleasurably at once--past the obstruction and into Amber's bowels. I pushed myself forward until I was lying on her back, still buried inside her. Amber rose and cleaned herself up after a while. She lay beside me resting for a long time. "Things have really changed," she said finally, "haven't they?" "Yes," I said. "They have." --- -To be continued.- --- Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+Amber8