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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