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Amber (MM+/F exh, photo shoot)
by Erica (c) 1992

**


The following story is intended for a mature audience. That means 
if you are under 18, GET OUT! No really, you should be doing your 
homework and cleaning your room, you should not be reading stuff 
like this, it's illegal and poisons your brain. Try reading Anne 
Rampling, its okay for kids....I think. For that matter if you are 
over 18, you must clean your room and do you homework before you 
read this, just kidding, sort of. If you don't like graphic sexual 
scenes, get out, why are you in ASS anyway?

Another disclaimer: The activities depicted in this story are 
intended for arousal only, The author of this story does not 
condone or practice all of the acts in this story, nor does she 
think they are completely safe. This is a fantasy people, use 
common sense. I don't want mail, and NO you cannot slip your 
fingers into my juicy...Oh you get the picture. 

**

Amber

  "Amber, could you spread your legs and sort of hunker with your 
hands on your knees?" That was the line that led me to all of 
this. I was married right out of high school, being a chubby girl, 
I didn't have much self-esteem, and didn't think I was smart 
enough to go to college. I married John Tyler right out of school 
and he left me high and dry after a year. I didn't think I was 
pretty, I have very large melon-like tits with tiny little dark 
pink nipples that stick out about half an inch and wide hips and a 
big round ass. I don't have much of a belly, just a slight 
roundness, but to add to all of that, my face is round and pudgy, 
like a cute Delta Burke. My ex-husband used to tell me that I 
could look like a model with my long, rich brown hair, if I would 
bother to lose weight, he could have been right, but I have found 
that quite a few people like my size and shape, just the way it 
is.

  When my John left, we lived in upper Northwest, in Glover Park, 
Washington, DC, just a few blocks from the old Soviet embassy, 
north of Georgetown. The place was great, but the memory of him 
was too strong there. I could smell his aftershave, I found 
lengths of his short brownish grey hair that now reminded me of 
rabid half-rat half-weasel fur. I sold the townhouse without 
telling John, it was in my name for tax purposes anyway, and 
bought a small condo in Adams Morgan, a pretty hip part of town. 

I sold the house for a very good amount of money and had more than 
half left after buying the condo, I knew I would be fine until I 
found a job. I got a job as a receptionist, part time at a graphic 
art firm around the corner. It paid for all I needed to pay for, 
and I wasn't going out at all, depression had set in firmly. I was 
spending a good deal of time with my friend Jen, I'd only call her 
a good friend until she helped me through the breakup, then it was 
actually "best" friend. 

She had a great insight on the whole thing, telling me that he 
would never find anyone else like me, and assuring me that I would 
find someone better. I knew it was just talk, faerie tales don't 
happen to real people, but it made me feel better anyway. I had 
fun with her. 

She was a wild girl, always wearing next to nothing, talking about 
these outrageous sexual adventures and what seemed hundreds of 
boyfriends. Jen loved talking about her sexual adventures, not 
fantasies, just things she loved doing. I always thought I was too 
uptight to do anything sexually outrageous. I had talked to her 
about being a photographer at some forgotten party about a year 
before, right after John and I got married. Then after we had 
split, Jen was consoling me, telling me that I should pursue being 
a photographer, "The only person keeping you from your dream is 
you", she told me over and over again. I finally believed her. I 
called around and found an evening photography class. It met every 
night during the week and would have an extra photo lab on 
Saturday afternoons. I signed up for the class and then went and 
bought a bunch of photo equipment.

The next Monday, I went to class with a new spring in my step. I 
actually felt confident about MY abilities, not what a man, a 
little jerk of a man, named John Tyler, would hand to me, like a 
dog sniffing for a bone. I felt as if I had actually regained part 
of my own self worth. I stepped into the classroom, only a couple 
of people were there so far. 

One guy with long dark hair, and another very well built guy with 
a more conservative "yuppie-do" haircut, and the instructor, who 
looked a little like a less rugged Sean Connery, with piercing 
blue eyes with slight wrinkles at the corners, golden tanned skin, 
and a tall, lean, wiry body. The longhaired guy demanded my 
attention though. His hair was bordering on black, and his skin 
was smooth and clean. His eyes were warm looking, like a smile was 
always about to burst from his face. Not full of mirth, just joy, 
I guess. He was also tall, his body was not thin, but there was no 
apparent fat either. 'The Ultimate Alpha Male Human' I thought to 
myself, realizing that my eyes had lingered too long on his form. 
The class filled up soon after and I discovered that I was the 
only woman in the class. The instructor talked about photography 
for a while, and I was lost in his talk, everyone including myself 
had a thousand questions to ask, it seemed that I was the only 
novice in the class. After class, the other students and the 
instructor assured me that I would quickly learn all I would need 
to learn, and anything that I didn't know they would explain. I 
felt good about the class, it had promise, but I still knew I had 
a lot more work, and luck coming, before I made it to the point of 
making a living, but at least I felt good about myself, for once 
in my life.

 The next class requirement was to photograph shapes with a 
decidedly masculine form. I was out the next day in the afternoon 
taking photos of all sorts of things that not necessarily 
resembled the "form" of a man, but what symbolized masculinity to 
me, cars, some of the monuments with tall spires, a fountain that 
sat in a square, spewing white arcs of foam over a pool of water, 
that seemed alive. I know it sounds strange, but imagining the 
masculinity of an object was suitable to get me sexually aroused. 
I can't explain it, sort of like those old movies where two people 
are kissing, and then the train goes through a tunnel, or water 
splashes their entwined bodies, nothing is seen, but you know 
exactly what is happening. 

I went to class and the instructor collected our rolls of film 
with our names written on them and said he would develop the first 
rolls himself. He then told us that a model was going to be in 
class that day for us to photograph. "Tom is a student at one of 
the local universities, but tomorrow we will need to do some 
fashion photography of a female form," he paused as if it were 
going to be a precarious step," We won't require a 'nude' model, 
but some of the shots will probably be pretty risque". He passed 
around a sheet, a contract for temporary modeling, basically 
saying that no photograph will be used in any commercial venture, 
etc, blah blah. 

We took some photos of this guy Tom for the rest of the night, he 
was well built and quite handsome. I got some close-ups of him 
that I was sure to dream about as I went to sleep that night. He 
was completely naked as he went through his poses, his dick half 
hard and hanging like a racehorse's. I found myself squeezing my 
thighs together, forgetting about the photography, and had to 
shake some sense into myself, to finish the roll. My face was red 
and hot after class and I got a similar response from between my 
legs, though much, MUCH wetter. 

I took care of that problem before I went to sleep that night, 
rubbing my clit with my middle and ring finger, rotating, and 
clamping my thighs together for the most sensation, thinking about 
Jake and Tom, betting myself that Jake was better built, but 
agreeing also with myself that at that level of perfection 
"better" is just a state of opinion. 

The next evening in class it became apparent no one was able to 
find a woman who was willing to model for the class. The 
instructor stated plainly that the class would have to be 
postponed indefinitely, until a model could be hired. We had to 
show up to class each day for a week, just to hand in some random 
photographs we were told to take. Mostly females depicted in 
statue around the city. I had begun to think about doing it 
myself, but I didn't want to bear the laughter I knew I was bound 
to get because I wasn't thin. I knew my face was pretty, but I 
still felt too fat to even pretend like I was a model. In the 
Saturday class, I was struck with an odd sense, like it would be 
okay for me to pose for the class, besides, I wouldn't be nude. 

Each of us showed the photos we had taken so far. Jake, the guy 
that had taken me in all manner of ways over the last few weeks, 
in my fantasies of course, showed his first. They were of large 
women walking down the street, some nude shots that he explained 
were his friend. He said she didn't mind personal shots, but 
wouldn't do it in front of people, she apparently didn't mind the 
photographs being shown though. Throughout the day, they all 
showed their photographs, most of them were depictions of large 
women, which shocked me. "Sexy...exudes soft... sensuality", was 
what most of the men said, introducing their own photos. After 
class I asked the instructor if I should volunteer to be a model.

"We will need one to continue the class, and since it is summer, 
there aren't that many students willing to take their clothes off 
for strangers", he said.

"Wait a minute!" I started in quickly, "you told us that no nude 
posing would be necessary!" He calmed me down, telling me that he 
had planned on nude photography from the beginning, but didn't 
anticipate any trouble finding models, but the low attendance of 
summer classes decreased the available pool. He assured me that he 
would not ask me to go further than I was willing to go. We shook 
hands and I signed the form and gave it to him, giving him my 
sizes for clothing, albeit uncomfortably.

The next Monday, I was going to model for the first time in front 
of my class. The instructor held my camera, so I would have some 
pictures in my portfolio. I went to the changing room, and slipped 
into this low cut evening gown. It was forest green and set off my 
blues eyes and ivory skin. It was a little tight, well actually I 
think it was more slinky than tight, hugging and enhancing all of 
my curves. I had to take off all of my underwear because the lines 
were all too visible, bulging under the tight silk. The neck was 
cut very wide with thin little spaghetti straps and was very 
loose. Without my bra, my tits hung low and my nipples were 
already hard and poking through the thin fabric. A slit up the 
side came almost to the top of my thigh. I don't have any varicose 
veins so it wasn't nasty looking or anything, if I wasn't blessed 
with thinness I was surely blessed with nice skin. I walked on out 
to the class room and they were all ready for me. I posed in 
several positions, all the cameras snapping and shuttering. 

After about an hour, we paused for a break. The instructor asked 
me into the hall. I had to reapply my makeup, I was getting very 
aroused, looking at all the men looking at me, and my face was 
breaking out in red splotches from the heat spreading upwards from 
between my legs to my neck and face. What a circle! 

In the hallway, the instructor asked me if I was willing to get a 
little more risque with the way I was posing, or even with the way 
I was dressed. I was overcome by all the smiles that I saw from my 
classmates, and I had to go another step. They liked, I mean 
actually liked me posing for them! First to come was a series of 
photos the men all took of me while I bent over with my hands on 
my knees. My tits hung low and they were all getting very clear 
shots of my deep cleavage. 

I lay down on a mattress that was provided, and they took shots of 
me with my leg poking through the slit in the dress, the material 
barely covering my pussy. I could feel my pussy start to trickle 
juice and they were ready for me to change clothes. I was glad, 
because I would have been very embarrassed if I had stained the 
dress with my...juices. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do 
with the clothes in the dressing room, they weren't what I usually 
wear. There was a miniskirt, a pair of black stockings, and a 
garter belt, along with a lace shirt with a detachable bra. I put 
them on, the stockings only came to mid thigh, and the skirt 
didn't even cover my ass. 

I had planned to put on my panties, but apparently I had lost them 
somewhere. I went on out to the class room and the cameras started 
snapping again. The positions they had me stepping into were 
getting more and more raucous, bending over so the skirt popped 
over my ass, though I was facing them and nothing "private" was 
photographed. Eventually I dared to remove the bra part of the 
shirt and moved around doing my little dance thing around the 
floor. I began to feel my juices running and I called for a break 
so I could wipe up the sloppy mess that was building up between my 
legs. I was also cursed with that. My pussy juices seemed to flow 
like a river when I was very aroused, messing up everything in 
sight. 

I went into the hall, and the instructor asked me if I wanted to 
go further. I was hot and was almost sweating, even though it was 
quite cool in the building. I said sure, my arousal building even 
further, until it seemed there was a constant buzz, coursing 
through my body, making every nerve tingle and then hurried off to 
wipe myself up. I went to the dressing room. There was a lace robe 
there, cream colored and floor length. I heard a knock on the 
door. I called out to the person on the other side of the door. 

It was my instructor. He told me I had to get out quickly so that 
we could get the shots over quickly. I asked him what to wear with 
the robe, he shot back "stockings!" I pulled off all the clothes 
and found a white garter and hose on a chair, I pulled them on 
quickly, not even thinking about the clothes, just trying to 
concentrate on getting them on. I pulled on the white heels that 
were there, grabbed the robe and ran out to the class room, 
pulling the robe over my nakedness, as I ran down the hall, my 
thick thighs slapping together as I ran. 

I had just pulled the robe around my shoulders as I entered the 
classroom, and realized that it didn't fasten shut, it wouldn't 
even close over my body! What it did cover, it didn't hide. My 
nipples were very visible through the basically transparent 
material. I saw my pussy and its near baldness. My pubic hair 
never really grew, leaving me behind when it passed with these 
large breasts, but little hair, probably about four, and only 
about a quarter inch long. I stood frozen and all the men started 
taking pictures right away. I soon loosened up and went with the 
flow. I was bending over, letting them get shots at my naked pussy 
and spread asscheeks, fifteen cameras flashing and clicking all 
around me, I was no longer on the stage, I was laying across 
tables, bending over them. Someone asked me to spread my ass 
cheeks and I did, my arousal making me outright horny! I kept 
posing, on my back, kneeling down. 

Another asked me to spread my pussy lips. I was already creaming, 
dripping onto the floor, down my legs, but was too horny to stop 
to clean myself up. The whole insides of my legs were dripping and 
sloppy with the fragrant juices of my pussy. I began to play with 
my self as I posed, letting cupfuls of my juices run onto the 
floor and tables where I sat or lay. I didn't hear any photo 
snapping for a second while I was rubbing my clitty with no 
abandon, and I suddenly sat up to see what they were doing. 

The instructor asked me if I would mind doing some soft porn so 
that the other students could have them for their personal 
portfolios. I was so close to coming, and didn't think it would 
matter, I couldn't get any more naked! It began with the 
instructor, helping me remove the robe. He pulled down his own 
pants, as did the rest of the students. I looked around the room 
at about twenty beautiful cocks, some hard, some long and limp. 
The instructor asked me to kneel down. 

I did, keeping my eyes on the lower half of the whole room. I kept 
swallowing hard because my mouth was watering out of control along 
with my pussy. The instructor asked me to kiss his penis. I kissed 
his penis right on the tip, the other students circling around us 
getting close-up shots of my lips on the very head of his dick. A 
student stepped up and I did the same, again more shots. 

Jake was next. I kissed his cock while the others took photos, the 
instructor with my own camera, I knew I would cherish those 
pictures forever. As soon as I saw the instructor with my camera, 
getting ready to push the button down, I opened my mouth and 
swallowed as much of Jake's cock as I could, which was only half 
way. He let out a gasp of surprise, but didn't move. I moved my 
lips up and down his cock while shots were being taken, and then 
another student stepped up. I could only see cock and sucked it 
into my mouth as well. 

I tasted every cock in the classroom even the instructor and the 
first student, who came back after their first turn. I was asked 
to get on my hands and knees, and this time Jake was the first to 
step up behind me. I spread my legs wide, pushing my ass into the 
air while holding myself up with my elbows. Jake rested his cock 
in my fleshy plump asscheeks, and shots were taken around us. He 
moved his cock down so that it was resting right at the opening of 
my sloppy pussy. 

Again shots were taken. I moaned quietly, wanting him. I could 
feel his throbbing cock pulsating at the opening of my pussy, and 
I couldn't help myself, I pushed back as hard as I could, impaling 
myself on his long hard cock, meeting no resistance in my wet 
cunt. I let out a long low moan, and Jake started pumping in and 
out of me. I was lost to my pleasure when I felt a hand on my 
chin. I opened my eyes a bit and saw a cock right in front of my 
mouth. I sunk the cock into my mouth and sucked it deep while Jake 
drilled my cunt. 

Jake pulled out and I felt drips of warm come splattering my back, 
and soon I felt another cock pushing into my open cunt. The guy I 
was sucking on pulled out and another cock took its place. The 
cock in my pussy pulled out and again I felt warm come splattering 
across my asshole. I was lifted to my feet and was made to kneel 
down again, this time upright with a cock buried in my pussy. I 
pumped the cock and a cock slid into my open mouth. I fucked the 
cock I sat on and soon came hard, huge amounts of pussy juice 
squirted out from my cunt, and I would have collapsed right there, 
but hands held me up. 

The guy I was fucking yelled "I'm coming!" and hands pulled me off 
of him and I opened my eyes just as gobs of come came spraying 
across my tits and neck. I lay down on my back and a cock slipped 
right into my cunt. Someone knelt over my face and shoved his cock 
into my mouth, and still another straddled my chest and wrapped 
his hands around my tits and slipped his cock into my very ample 
cleavage. He slipped and slid, caressing and pinching my sensitive 
nipples until he came across my neck, the warm goo pulsating out 
of his cock like a warm hose leaving me with a priceless necklace 
of liquid pearl. 

When he got off of me, the guy in my cunt pulled out and shot his 
come across my belly. Two mouths closed on my nipples and hands 
simultaneously caressed and mauled my large tits. Another cock was 
in my cunt, but my mouth was left alone. the hands and mouths kept 
working on my tits, and I came again, this time straightening 
rigid, and screaming through clenched teeth. I was still coming 
when the cock in my dripping pussy pulled out and shot his warm 
load across my bare pussy lips. 

Not even a heartbeat passed when another cock slipped into my 
pussy, and drove me towards another orgasm. As soon as the cock in 
my pussy shot his load all over my cunt, I was lifted to my feet. 
Arms supported me stumbling across the floor. I kept my eyes 
closed, mostly because I was still feeling the after effects of 
coming and I didn't want to lose any of it, I thought it was over 
then. I heard noises for a while and then I was laid down on 
something cold. 

I opened my eyes and I was lying on a huge plastic sheet! I looked 
up and several of the men had bottles of olive oil in hand. I laid 
there and they poured the surprisingly warm liquid all over me, 
mixing and mingling it with the come that was splattered all over 
me. I squirmed because it half tickled, half felt great. 

The hands and fingers left no part of me inviolate. Fingers 
slipped into my ass and pussy at the same time, rubbing the tips 
together inside me, first one finger in my ass, then two, then 
three, as my moan/scream rose in pitch. Quick rubbing on my clit 
while the fingers were buried in my ass drove me to another 
orgasm. 

Before I could figure out what was going on, I was straddling a 
cock and another cock was pushing its way into my ass. I looked 
down and it was Jake, oil spread all over his body, his muscles 
gleaming. I fucked him while the cock at my asshole tried to push 
in further. I couldn't take him at first, I was moaning loudly, at 
the half pain, half intense pleasure of the cockhead, just past 
the entrance, and then in one quick thrust he was all the way in 
me, where he stayed for a second letting me get adjusted to his 
presence. I sat still, impaled on the two cocks, half of me 
wanting to scream in pain, the other half wanting to scream in 
pure ecstasy. 

I felt like a virgin again, the two dicks in me began pumping, and 
that was all I needed to push me into another orgasm, that 
threatened to take my consciousness when it finally passed.  The 
guy in my ass came not long after I did, and pulled out, I felt 
his come running out, and another guy plunged into my backdoor. 
Jake held up while the other students took turns on my ass, and 
taking photos of me in this position. I came a number of times, 
not even knowing how many times I had been fucked. 

My ass was tingling with pleasure, and my pussy was still 
squirting its juices, and felt like it was on fire. I touched my 
clitty with my finger and went off into another orgasm. I laid 
there on the floor while all the students gathered their 
equipment, got dressed, took a few parting shots of me laying 
sprawled and spent on the floor, and left. Jake and the instructor 
stayed behind. Jake helped me to my feet, and I stood shaking on 
wobbly knees. "Amber, do you need any help?" I heard through the 
fog of my pleasure.

"No." I responded to Jake or the instructor.

I heard other voices, that sounded kind of like "I'll be down in 
my office, let me know when you leave so I can lock the door" Jake 
offered me a ride home, I told him I lived right around the 
corner. He asked me if I wanted to go out. And I asked him if he 
meant in my condition. I went back to the dressing room and 
collected myself. I had some of the coffee that the instructor had 
put on earlier, and had about three cups. 

When I was back to myself, I was amazed that so many men had 
fucked me, my pussy was kind of sore, a lot less than I had 
expected, but it seemed that my arousal had not faded any, I was 
still as horny as I was before all this had happened! I had to get 
out of there. I looked around for my clothes. My purse was there, 
but none of my clothes were. Not even any of the other clothes 
were except for the lace robe. I rummaged around until I found a 
fraying and dry rotted t-shirt, but it was clothing and it was 
clean. I pulled it on carefully, a few threads snapping on my 
tits, reaching to just below my belly button, and then pulled on 
the lace robe. I cleaned myself as best as I could and then picked 
up my purse and walked out to go home. 

I thought that Jake was long gone, he was hot and could have any 
woman he wanted, I knew that he had no reason to want me. I walked 
out, almost ready to brave the few feet to my apartment with my 
plump ass and pussy on display, when I passed the classroom. Jake 
stepped out just as I was going by! He asked me if we were still 
on for that date he asked me about. He seemed like a nervous 
little boy, it was so adorable, no one had ever acted like that 
around me. I told him sure and then told him I needed to go get 
some clothes in my apartment first. 

We walked out of the building and I turned towards my building and 
he turned the other way, I told him that the building just around 
the corner was my building. Well, my keys were in my pants, and I 
had to call my friend Jen for a spare one. Jake waited by the 
curb, just out of hearing range, while I told Jen what had 
happened that night. Jen seemed just as excited as I was. I asked 
Jake if he could give me a lift to her house. He said sure! He 
told me about himself. 

He is a professional photographer who was taking that class to 
keep up with current technologies. He works for himself, 
admittedly mostly doing weddings and baby pictures. We got to 
Jen's house and I went up to get the key to my place. After I got 
inside, Penny, Jen, and Jewel all commented on the way I was 
dressed. It wasn't until then that I realized just how naked I 
was. 

They were all wearing unusual clothing (in that they hardly ever 
wear clothing in their house) t-shirts and shorts, Jen was the 
only one in her bra, stockings and panties. I told them all about 
that night, telling them about Jake's long brown hair and firm 
muscled chest, and deep set electric blue eyes, and I even 
mentioned his very large cock. Jen was the one who asked me to 
describe exact length as she held her hands apart asking me to 
adjust them. They asked me if they could meet him, I said sure. 

I started walking to the door to ask him in, and they all 
stripped, Jewel was the quickest, pulling off all her clothes, and 
stuffing them under the couch, Penny took off her shorts and t-
shirt, leaving her in a lace half shirt and a miniscule g-string, 
and Jen just took off her panties. They quickly hid clothing and I 
waved for Jake to come in. He came in and his face went red from 
shock. 

The other three girls fawned over him, and he blushed and giggled 
at the attention, playing the perfect gentleman, trying not to 
touch ANYTHING. After about ten minutes, I asked him if I could 
talk to him. We went up to Jen's room, he was trying to make his 
cock go down, pressing on it through his pants, and I sat him down 
and explained to him that I wanted to date him, I explained my 
sexual history before that night, I had slept with only two men, 
one in high school, a lesson in heavy petting (what was that line 
in Rocky Horror?) but I was a virgin when I got married just after 
high school. 

I explained that I wanted to experiment with sex, but that I 
wanted him in my life. I was ready to be rejected, but he wanted 
me too! We went downstairs and he drove me back home. He came up 
with me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometime in the 
middle of the night, I woke up and Jake was fucking me. I was wet 
and it felt really good. I came with only a light moan, I didn't 
have enough energy for anything else, and then I fell back asleep. 

I woke up and Jake was gone, leaving me with a note with his 
office number, beeper number, email address, and his home and car 
phone. He wrote that he had about three hours of shoots to do that 
day and would call me as soon as he was done, and that I should 
call if I wanted to. I decided to go back to sleep, but I felt 
like I had woken a monster the night before, my pussy was tingling 
and I wanted to have sex, not just sex, I wanted what had happened 
the night before! 

 I had never felt so much pleasure in my life, and I wanted it 
again, and feeling some pity on the ex of mine, missing the 
blossoming of his ugly duckling ex-wife. I settled for two bouts 
of my fingers against my clit, and then fell asleep. When I woke 
up again, I didn't bother to put on clothes. I made some coffee, 
checked the time, 3:00. I called the company I worked for and 
asked them if they needed anything, I don't work Tuesdays 
normally, but I usually call just to see if they need help with a 
rush job or something. They didn't so I cleaned up my apartment. 
Jake called soon after. 

He asked me if he could see me that night. I was supposed to go 
drinking with Jen, but I invited him along. I called Jen to see if 
that would be all right, and she was more than eager. She said, 
"Can we play around?" I asked what she meant, but she wouldn't say 
anymore. She asked if Penny and Jewel could come. I had no 
problem. 


Chapter 2


"Amber, I have to run and get something, I will only be ONE 
minute, I promise, ok?" She opened her eyes and I saw a look of 
confusion in her hazel eyes before she nodded. Grabbing the ice 
bucket and the key to the room, I hurried down the hall to the ice 
machine and grabbed a quick bucketful. Returning to the room, I 
placed the bucket near the door so she wouldn't see it yet, and 
retrieved a bandana from my suitcase.

This was a moment I was a bit nervous about. I know how much MORE 
helpless one feels with the sense of sight cut off, and didn't 
want her to panic. I sat next to her on the bed and stroked her 
face gently a few times and asked her if she was ok. She nodded 
and I checked the hand near me to make sure it wasn't cool. I 
asked her if she could wiggle her fingers and toes ok and saw her 
do so. Leaning over her, I checked her other hand to make sure it 
was warm too. Maybe I was being a bit paranoid, but I've never 
done this before, and was taking the responsibility for her well 
being very seriously. I asked her to lift her head and tied the 
bandana around her head cutting off her sight. I then rose and 
went to check her feet and make sure they were both warm enough 
too.

"Amber, do you remember the safe word?"

"Calculus," she replied.

"Very good, dear." I thought I'd just better check, I remember
after the first time I'd met my MASTER, I'd forgotten it entirely 
and had trouble recalling it on my way home...and I wanted to be 
certain nothing she didn't want would happen.

I retrieved the bucket of ice, placing it on the floor next to the 
bed, and then got a number of items from my suitcase- several 
feathers, a bottle of Kama Sutra lotion (the kind that gets hot 
when you blow on it), a fur mitt, and a double-dildo I'd borrowed 
from a friend. Going to my MASTER's suitcase, I picked up his 
vibrator, butt plug, KY and nipple clamps. I placed all these 
items next to the bed within easy reach and settled down, lying 
next to Amber.

At first, I just ran my fingertips up and down her side gently, 
looking at her and watching her shiver underneath my touch...and 
thinking to myself how absolutely scrumptious she was. After 
several strokes, I ran my finger around the base of her left 
breast, watching as her nipple began to harden before I'd even 
touched it. In amusement, I blew on her nipple lightly and was 
rewarded with a delicious shiver running the length of her body. 

"Lord," I thought, "She's so responsive, this is going to be fun!"
I reached over and poured a little bit of the Kama Sutra lotion 
into my hand and began gently massaging her left breast, smoothing 
the lotion from her nipples outward with my palm. She moaned 
delightfully as she felt my hand moving so gently on her breast, 
and I reached around to grab a piece of ice. At the same time, I 
placed the ice on her right nipple, holding it with my right hand, 
and began blowing on her left nipple. I knew the contrast 
heightened both the heat of the lotion and the cold of the ice, 
and the shock of both sensations made her squirm in her bonds in 
the most satisfying manner. Her breath was coming faster now, fast 
and deep, and I could resist no longer and took her left breast 
into my mouth. She sighed deeply as she felt me begin sucking, and 
her passion combined with her smell and the sticky sweetness of 
the lotion enflamed me further and I sucked more passionately. 
Getting a bit more control over myself, I held her nipple and 
areola in my mouth as I ran my tongue tip across her nipple. 

Again, she writhed beneath me, obviously pleased. Experimentally, 
I closed my teeth very gently around the base of her nipple and 
slowly began to pull my head back, lifting her breast and pulling 
on her nipple. She moaned much louder now, squirming her hips in a 
supplicating manner, and I was thrilled. It was a very minor 
amount of pain, but it obviously was turning her on. It looked 
like she might be a candidate for nipple clamps after all.

I released her nipple from my mouth and discarded the tiny 
fragment of ice that had not quite finished melting over her other 
breast. I picked up a feather in each hand and straddled her, then 
slowly began stroking her from the outside of each breast down her 
sides and ending at her thighs. She squirmed in a wonderful way 
beneath me and I felt my own pussy getting hotter as her stomach 
writhed against my jeans. I ran both feathers in parallel a while, 
then began varying the strokes, running one upwards as the other 
went downwards, surprising her by running one across her stomach 
suddenly. She gasped and moaned and writhed beneath me in the most 
astonishing manner and I was certain without even turning around 
to check that the sheets beneath her were very wet by now!

I couldn't help but think to myself that teasing can be as hard on 
the teaser as the tease as I felt my own juices dampening my 
jeans. I discarded the feathers and scooted down between her legs, 
lying between them with my own legs hanging off the end of the 
bed. Experimentally, I tickled her clit with my fingernail tip, 
barely touching her and she responded by lifting her hips off the 
bed in the most desperate fashion. I decided she was DEFINETLY 
ready.

Moving my head closer, I began by placing my tongue just above her 
asshole, on the very sensitive skin of the perineum gently. Then I 
pushed my head forward, my tongue pressing against her skin 
tightly as my nose parted her inner labia and I inhaled of her 
fragrance. Her musky odor drove me frantic and it took a lot of 
self-control to remain in control.  Languorously, I began licking 
upwards, my tongue sliding into her slit as my nose moved upwards 
pressing against that spot just below the clit. Continuing my 
journey, I licked with the entire length of my tongue upwards 
until I was just below her clithood, then I decreased the pressure 
and barely flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was 
thrashing about in utter frustration at this point, or at least 
thrashing as much as her bonds allowed. Suddenly, I inserted a 
finger deep inside her as I took her clit gently between my teeth 
and began sucking hard. She screamed as I began finger-fucking her 
rapidly, sucking her clit hard and then inserting another finger. 

Her screams grew louder and more frantic as I continued until I 
saw her lower stomach muscles begin to spasm and felt her pussy 
clamp around my fingers. Her orgasm simply spurred me on and I 
sucked harder still, moving my fingers faster in hopes of taking 
her higher, on and on, to MORE, flying her into a longer and 
longer orgasm, one of those mind-blowing explosions like my MASTER 
gives me.

As she started coming back down, I slowed my motion, tickling her 
cervix and vaginal walls with my fingernails as I licked her 
clitoris slowly. I had no intention at ALL of letting her come all 
the way back down, I was certain this highly-sexed creature 
beneath me must be multi-orgasmic, and I would be damned if I 
didn't get a few more out of her.

As she started back upwards again, I ceased fingering her and 
concentrated on my mouth work, licking through her slit up to her 
clit again, then nibbling gently as she started cumming again. 
Using just my mouth and some pressure from my nose, I took her up 
again, sucking frantically on her clit as she reached the peak to 
increase it, prolong it, make her FEEL it. As she again began her 
descent, I moved downwards, lapping her juices up hungrily, 
licking from below her cunt, just up to it, and playfully 
inserting my tongue at the end of each stroke. She again began 
moving her hips in that supplicating fashion and I had an 
overwhelming urge to fuck her.

Tearing myself away from that delectable cunt, I jumped off the 
bed and quickly stripped. Looking down at myself, I thought to 
myself that it was lucky she hadn't seen me, the angry red stripes 
across my tits would probably have freaked her out. I picked up 
the double-dildo, inserting it inside myself and fumbling with the 
straps in my haste. I obviously should've figured out how the hell 
to put this thing on BEFORE now.

Finally ready, I climbed between her legs and positioned the dildo 
between her lips, letting her feel the head just at the opening of 
her cunt. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, teasingly 
whispering, "Do you want me to fuck you, dear?" She nodded her 
head rapidly as I licked her ear a moment.

"Tell me, tell me you want me to fuck you." And then I leaned over 
and licked just the tip of her right nipple and she shivered 
again. Her hips were squirming as far as possible in her bondage, 
definitely telling me, but I wanted to hear it.

"Please fuck me," she whispered.

"More," I told her, "Beg me."

"Please fuck me, PLEASE!" she yelled and I entered her hard.
The little dear kept screaming after that, driving me completely 
frantic, "OH YES! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, harder, deeper, 
MORE!!!"

Her cries became incoherent as I pumped more frantically, the 
dildo pushing deeper and deeper into both of us until our clits 
were touching with each stroke. As I pushed deep into her again, I 
began shaking with my own orgasm, and yelled out to her, "CUM for 
me, NOW, cum for ME!!!" and saw her begin to shake as well. 
Determined to take her higher again, I forced myself to continue 
pumping as I came down from my own ascent, and I recovered enough 
to watch her face as she flew, higher and higher, screaming 
completely incomprehensible noises.

I slowed my strokes as she came down, moving slower and more 
shallowly, but squirming a bit to make her feel things, a little 
to the left, a little to the right, up, down...and again had her 
aroused before she'd fully descended. Her responses were making me 
SO hot, and I was beginning to really wish my MASTER were there, 
to take me where she'd gone, not to the minor, shallow orgasm I'd 
achieved on my own. My pussy was literally dripping and itching 
terribly.

But there was definitely something I wanted to do to her first. 
Rolling off of her, I quickly discarded the dildo and picked up 
the vibrator. I teased her pussy a bit using the vibrator with my 
left hand as I squeezed a little KY on the index finger of my 
right hand. Her ass was already wet with her own juices, and it 
was not terribly hard to insert my index finger, though I was very 
careful to do it gradually. She squirmed faster, moaning slightly 
as her sphincter relaxed and my finger slipped in. Very slowly I 
moved my finger in and out while I continued playing the vibrator 
up and down between her slit and over her clit. As I felt her 
begin to relax, her muscles no longer clamped around my finger, I 
cautiously inserted a second. Her moan was terribly gratifying as 
she responded to my ministrations.

This position was less than ideal for access to her ass, so I 
decided to change things. Discarding the vibrator and slowly 
pulling my fingers from her ass, I rose from the bed and quickly 
untied her feet, then went to the head of the bed and untied the 
rope from the wrist restraints. She stretched on the bed a bit, 
and raised her hands to the blindfold, when I admonished her that 
it was to remain. I didn't want her seeing how black and blue MY 
ass was, or she'd be too afraid to allow me to continue!

Chapter 3

I guided her off the bed to a standing position beside it, then I 
sat down on the edge of the bed and guided her to leaning across 
my knee. She was shivering, obviously somewhat unnerved, and I 
caressed her ass gently with my right hand while gently pinching 
her left nipple with my left hand. 

Very tentatively, very gently, I slapped her ass with my hand. I 
wondered if I was being tentative so as to not push her or ME, I'd 
never had anyone over my lap like this before! Gently, I rubbed 
her ass with the palm of my hand for a moment and then slapped 
again, a bit more, enough to barely bring a slight pink up. 

I felt her squirm on my lap and then felt a rush of dampness on my 
thigh, so she WAS going to like this! Encouraged, I slapped again, 
a bit harder, again rubbing her ass gently before I gave her three 
quick slaps in succession. She cried out, a supplicating, begging 
kind of cry, and I obliged her need by slapping a bit harder 
still, leaving an actual red mark this time. My thigh was wetter 
still, she was obviously enjoying this, but I suddenly felt 
nervous. I've never spanked or whipped anyone before and didn't 
feel comfortable continuing without my MASTER. And I wondered 
where he was, it had to have been at least an hour since I'd left 
him.

The thought of my MASTER reminded me of how I wanted her prepared 
for him, and I lifted her, kissing her cheek sweetly, and told her 
to get up. I think I sensed a reluctance in her there, that she 
wanted the spanking to continue, but I was too nervous to go any 
further with that sort of thing without his supervision. I had her 
lie facedown on the bed and greased up the butt plug with some KY. 
Gently opening her ass with my finger first, I then inserted the 
plug and turned on its vibrator. She moaned and squirmed and I 
told her to play with her pussy as I watched her on her stomach. 
Just as she'd begun humping her hand frantically, there was a 
knock at the door. We both startled and she stopped moving as I 
asked, "Who is it?"

"Your MASTER," came the reply. My heart jumped into my mouth. I 
KNEW he wanted to play with both of us, I KNEW she'd love it if he 
did, but was a bit worried about her protesting. She squirmed a 
bit under the plug and I told her to continue playing with herself 
as I went to the door.

"Have you convinced her to play with us?" he asked.

"Well, MASTER, I think she wants to. But it might be easier for 
her if she doesn't have to SAY so. She has a safe word, so I think 
we can assume if she doesn't use it, we're not raping her. The 
word is 'calculus.'"

"Very good, my pet, you have pleased MASTER."

"Thank you, MASTER!"

As we entered, I was a bit nervous. Any moment she MIGHT call the 
whole thing off. And it was IMPORTANT to me that we all play. I 
knew it would please my MASTER, and I knew it would please Amber 
too. I liked Amber and wanted to make her happy, and I knew she 
wanted to be fucked in her virgin ass and knew my MASTER did that 
VERY well. And I ADORE my MASTER and want to please him 
desperately! I was almost holding my breath.

His eyes widened a bit as he saw Amber, naked, collared, lying on 
her stomach, her hand obviously playing with her pussy beneath her 
and the plug vibrating in her ass as her hips gyrated wildly. He 
broke into a broad grin and caught my eye and I blushed, turning 
my eyes downward. I was very pleased with myself, I'd obviously 
pleased my MASTER!

I wondered what would happen next. I wasn't too terribly sure that 
Amber would respond to a direct command from him, and didn't feel 
I had any place saying anything now that he was here. I was no 
longer the director, but simply another supporting actress, and I 
was uncertain that Amber would TAKE direction from him. On the 
other hand, my little exhibitionist darling hadn't stopped when he 
walked in, and she understood who he was to me. She knew he was my 
MASTER, that I obeyed HIM, and part of her must know that any 
command from him would be a command from me, that I'd want her to 
obey.

"Jackie, remove that plug and prepare her for me, standing 
position."

"Yes, MASTER," I replied, hurrying to obey. After removing the 
plug, I led her over to the table and told her to bend over and 
spread her legs wide.

After she was positioned correctly, I leaned over and whispered in 
her ear, "I'm here, and I promise you he is ok. And I promise that 
even if he told me otherwise, I WILL protect you, no matter what. 
I know you trust me, I won't fail you. You understand?" She nodded 
slightly, and I turned and faced my MASTER, who had already 
removed his jeans.

"She is ready for you, MASTER," I said, and he nodded in 
acknowledgement, as he approached us.

"Get beneath her and suck her clit, slave."

"Yes, MASTER," I answered as I scurried to obey, crawling beneath 
the table so I would be out of his way when he took her ass. I 
began licking her, only half-paying attention, watching, wanting 
to see him enter her. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, 
her pussy dripped and I moved to lick her juices up. Very slowly, 
my MASTER entered her ass, and I heard her gasp. 

 My heart about exploded in my chest as I began licking her more 
frantically, horribly aroused by the sight of my MASTER's cock 
screwing my darling's ass just inches in front of my face. I 
pumped my tongue in and out of her pussy rapidly for a minute or 
so, them moved to take her clit between my gums, gumming it 
gently, then taking it between my teeth cautiously. Her whole body 
was jerking with each stroke and it was difficult to keep up with 
her, but I was determined! 

As I heard her gasping faster and faster, I experimented a little, 
pulling her clit with my teeth away from her just a tad, and I 
heard her begin that wonderful, completely incomprehensible 
screaming she'd voiced earlier. Apparently, her reactions had a 
similar effect on both my MASTER and myself, as he began pumping 
her harder still as I pulled on her clit more. As the explosion 
racked her body, I moved downwards to lap up her juices again.

My MASTER pulled out of her ass and discarded the condom, then 
began fucking her pussy. I licked up and down from her clit to his 
cock as he fucked her, thrilled to be able to do BOTH of them like 
this. He pumped her much harder than he'd fucked her ass, and 
since she hadn't quite come down yet, she was flying again in no 
time. As she began spasming around his cock, I again turned my 
attentions to her clit to take her higher. I continued licking as 
she started back down, again licking both of them, and I lingered 
on his cock as he slowly withdrew, finally kissing the head 
tenderly.

"Slave, come lick your friend's juices off my cock." And I crawled 
out between her legs to where he was standing a bit behind her. 
Kneeling before him, I began sucking enthusiastically, as he 
pumped his hips slightly in rhythm with my head. I couldn't help 
but think, as I'd thought many times before, that this man was 
frigging amazing, that he could fuck so hard for so long and not 
cum, and as I thought about that I became even more frantic in my 
attention to his cock, hoping to have him cum in my mouth.

"Enough, slave," he said, disappointing me. I knelt back up 
straight and suddenly noticed Amber.

She was still near the table, but she'd removed the blindfold and 
turned around and the expression on her face was amazing to 
behold. She looked completely astonished and perplexed and I 
became VERY aware of the red stripes across my breasts and the 
bruises on my ass. I blushed.

She walked over to me, and looked at my MASTER and then at me, 
obviously fascinated.

"You may touch my slut, if you wish, Amber." I blushed worse at 
that, bowing my head, unable to look either of them in the eye. 
Amber reached out a tentative finger and traced across a welt on 
my left breast very gently.

"But doesn't it hurt?" she enquired.

"But it hurts so GOOD," I replied, "And my MASTER only hurts me as 
much as I WANT."

She nodded and looked very nervous. I looked up at my MASTER with 
a questioning expression and he, understanding my silent request, 
nodded.

"Amber, dear, NO ONE wants to do anything more to you than you 
want. Don't let my marks scare you, I LIKE them, and that's the 
ONLY reason my MASTER did this to me. He will NOT do anything to 
you that you don't want, and even if he DID, which he wouldn't, I 
would stop him. I promise you, no one's going to hurt you."

Amber nodded and I could see her relax a bit, though she was 
obviously still curious.

"Slave, tell Amber who you are."

"I am slave Jackie, your property, MASTER!" I blushed deeply, 
saying this in front of Amber like this.

"And are you my slave, my slut, my fuck-toy?"

"YES MASTER!" And again I blushed deeply, cringing inwardly.

"Say it."

"I am your slave, your slut, your fuck-toy, MASTER!" By this time, 
I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and my head was bowed, my eyes 
lowered.

"Are you ashamed of what you are, slave?"

"NO MASTER!" I lifted my head, and looked him in the eye, my blush 
receding, "I am PROUD to be your property, MASTER!"

"And do you serve me well, slave?"

"YES MASTER, I exist only to please you, MASTER" And I felt the 
pride welling inside me, my thrill at being HIS!

"Offer yourself to me"

"My mouth is yours, MASTER. My pussy is your property, MASTER." As 
I continued, I glanced at Amber, starting to blush again, "My ass 
is yours, MASTER." Then I remembered who I was and recovered my 
pride, "My tits are yours, MASTER." And looking Amber straight in 
the eye, and filled with pride, I finished, "Your servant awaits 
your command, MASTER."

"Get up and get dressed, slave, we're already late for the 
picnic."

"Yes MASTER, and MASTER?" I enquired as I rose.

"What, my pet?" I shivered, I LOVE it when he calls me that, 
implying ownership, yet affection...

"May Amber stay the night with us tonight?" I smiled at her.

"Of course," he smiled, "Of course Amber is welcome to join us 
tonight."

THE END