Amber – Chapters 4 and 5

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Chapter 4

October 7th: hav decided to hold a cock-sucking comp with other girls on college—but can’t decide on prizes! isnt pleasing men its own reward? 😉

October 8th: i won the competition. i think some of the other girls were annoyed with me. hey, no one ever said that boyfriends were off-limits!

October 9th: i can’t even imagine starting the day without waking up to a cock or 2 inside of me

October 10th: u no wat they say—blondes just wanna have anal sex!

Amber was glad to have Heather there, but also a tiny bit embarrassed. It was an awkward position, and while her dorm-mate’s words of enthusiasm and gentle hand-holding were helpful, Amber wanted to make sure that Heather wasn’t going to think any worse of her if she couldn’t go through with it.

On the other hand, of course, having Heather watch her own boyfriend take Amber’s anal virginity was one of the hottest things she could think of.

The topic of anal had come up over dinner—Amber had admitted that she was desperate to try it, and Heather had admitted that she didn’t like it, but her boyfriend bugged her for it all the time. The solution had been obvious.

At first, Graham had been slightly uncomfortable learning what the two dorm-mates had been up to, but when they started demonstrating some of their favourite positions, he’d warmed to the idea. And when the two girls had added that he was allowed to be the first to take Amber’s ass, he had quickly decided that he was okay with everything.

Now Heather was sitting and holding her dorm-mate’s hand as she bit down on a piece of rope, and Graham’s lubed-up cock slowly slid into her. She hadn’t questioned the urge to be fucked in the ass—she’d just accepted it as something that she wanted to do. And Amber prided herself on being the kind of girl who went out and did whatever she wanted to do.

Thirty minutes later, Graham was bucking into her with full force, and Amber was screaming out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Cum inside me!” she cried, simultaneously wanting him to cum so that it would be over, wanting him to cum because she loved nothing more than to bring men pleasure…and wanting it to go on for just a little longer, because she could feel her own orgasm approaching.

Graham obeyed her instructions, and the pair collapsed onto the ground, with Heather watching from the side, wide-eyed.

“Wow…” she said, and when Amber beckoned for her talented mouth to finish the job that her boyfriend had started, she obeyed without question.

* * *

October 11th: all men want me, all women want to be me. its rough being this sexy 😉

October 15th: sorry havent been on ehre much. has been a hell of a ride lately! just like me—check out my new round of tattoos

October 15th: i decided that if ur body is a canvas, u mite as well go all out, hey?

October 15th: also they had a sale where piercings were half price with evry tattoo. it wud hav bin stoopid not to, rite? 😉

This, Rob told himself, this would surely do it.

The images on his computer were no longer that of a Californian beach-babe. They looked like they were from the centrefold of an alternative magazine. He’d spent a few days learning more and more advanced photoshop techniques—it had become an obsession, and one that he’d allowed himself to indulge.

It had started as a fairly tame picture of Amber in a bikini. He’d altered everything except for her face—his sister’s bust-size had been significantly increased, the bikini had been digitally removed, and Rob had given her almost a dozen more tattoos. Above her ass was a pair of bike handlebar’s, inviting anyone who saw her appealing rear to go for a ride. Above that was a bold-type tattoo reading “Daddy’s Girl”, and below was a series of checkboxes with accompanying text: “is a slut”, “loves cum”, “does porn”, “sucks cock”, “is a bimbo”…

All of the boxes were checked.

On her washboard stomach was a tattoo of a centaur fucking a schoolgirl while she deep-throated the huge cock of a minotaur, and on her collarbone was a tattoo of her cunt, exactly to scale. He’d added more topless women, many of them making out, and a Ankara escort pair of kinky nuns—one of them wore a strap-on as big as her leg, and was plowing it in and out of the other’s gaping cunt. On her thigh, he’d given her a tattoo of a holster, carrying an enormous vibrator, and under each nipple was written “clamp me!”

What’s more, he’d altered all of the tattoos he’d added in the first round—the extended tongue was now pointing toward a cock, spraying cum in its direction. He’d followed his gut and included the words “overflowing with love”, but “love” was crossed out, and “cum” scrawled underneath. And the mermaid was now being roughly fucked in the ass, pulling its own nipples as hard as possible.

The piercings followed no particular pattern—she had at least five studs in each ear, an industrial in her left and an ear-cuff in her right. Her nose had one huge piercing, which was connected to her eyebrow ring with a chain. And her left nipple, belly-button, and clit had matching glitter studs.

The half-dozen photos finished uploading to Twitter, and Rob smiled with the knowledge that this would both serve to arouse his sister’s fan club, and destroy any chance she had of every being respected in their hometown again. Even if people knew it was fake, every time they looked at her, they’d secretly wonder if she was pierced, or if that was really what her genitals looked like…

Though he’d never even been remotely attracted to his sister, Rob had been unable to resist rubbing one out as he’d meticulously photoshopped his favourite porn-star’s huge, fake tits and well-fucked, gaping pussy onto the image. Looking at the final product, he reached out and grabbed his lube once more. He wondered how many other people would be getting themselves off, imagining his sister before them, begging for their cum…

* * *

Even after her bank-breaking visit to the tattoo parlour, Amber stood in front of the mirror, almost crying in frustration. She didn’t…she didn’t look right. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with her, and she didn’t know what.

Much of her skin was red from the newly-applied tattoos, but that wasn’t it. That was a necessary side-effect of having the perfect images that she’d woke up suddenly needing, and Amber accepted that. One of her piercings already looked like it was infected—they’d warned her that it wasn’t wise to use anything but the stud for the first week or two, but she’d insisted…

That wasn’t it either. No, it was something else.

“You…ungh…look…oh!…gorgeous, babe…” Heather said, attempting to console her as Graham’s cock slid in and out of her ass. Ever since she’d dyed her hair blonde, in an attempt to emulate her dorm-mate, she’d been insatiable. Graham was barely able to keep up with her—and he didn’t know about the men that Heather and Amber shared on nights that he couldn’t stay over. “You’re so…oh yeah baby…fucking…keep going…hot!”

The sound of Heather’s orgasm made Amber smile briefly, but didn’t solve the problem at hand. She turned to the side, and the second she saw her profile, gasped.

That was it.

Until now, Amber had always been happy with what nature had given her—her breasts were perky, reasonably sized, and fit her lithe frame nicely. Now, suddenly, they were completely unacceptable.

Ignoring Heather’s pleas to her boyfriend for “just one more round”, Amber logged on to her internet banking, and looked at her account. The big zero stared at her—it had been sitting there since she and Heather had decided that two cupboards of lingerie just wasn’t enough, but until now, had never really bothered her. One of the various freshman that she’d recently begun to attract had always been able to pick up the tab when they went out—and she’d found a site that paid her just to leave her webcam on whenever she hooked up with Heather or brought a guy home.

Now, suddenly, the lack of funds was an immediate problem.

A quick phone-call to Katie, her latest follower, resulted in an email a few minutes later. A boob-job—a GOOD boob-job, that would make her tits the perky EE-cups that she knew they were meant to be—would cost more than she made Ankara escort bayan in a year. It would cost almost as much as her college tuition for the next year…

Slumping back in her chair, Amber tried to imagine life without the big, round tits that she knew she had to have. It wouldn’t be worth it—guys would look at her face to talk to her, and her tit tatts wouldn’t be grotesquely stretched. What would be the point of living?

Almost as much as her college tuition…

Amber’s brain started ticking, and a few minutes later, she was logged into her parent’s account. She accessed the funds that they had set aside for her final year, and transferred it straight into the account of the surgeon that Katie had sent her. She’d have to reward that girl somehow—perhaps she could be the first to “try out” the new tits.

A few phone-calls later, and she was booked in. A wide, manic smile appeared on Amber’s face, and she turned on her webcam and jumped into bed with her dormmate. Despite Graham’s protests, watching the two young college girls make out for a few minutes managed to put a bit of life back into his dick, and it wasn’t long before Amber was on top of him, bouncing up and down…

Bouncing. After the surgery—that’s when she’d really be bouncing. Amber shut her eyes and smiled at the idea…

Chapter 5

The first drink had been a bad idea. The second-through-fifth drinks had been a direct result of worsened judgement, caused by the first drink…and everything after that was a wash.

Rob sat up, his head throbbing. Glancing at the clock, he knew without looking that it was past 10. And that meant that Amber was home.

He’d been dreading the day so much that he’d decided to have one drink—just one, was the plan—to celebrate his last night of pleasantness. After the fourth drink, he’d come up with the idea of updating his sister’s Twitter account again…

Suddenly wide awake, headache forgotten, Rob’s mind started racing. The Twitter! What had he written? He’d remembered being frustrated—the pictures of his sister, covered in tattoos, completely naked, pierced almost everywhere one could be pierced…it had not only failed to cause shock and outrage, but everyone seemed to admire her.

There had been the expected lewd replies, but nothing else. No expressions of disgust, no judgemental messages, nothing.

And so Rob had decided to destroy his sister’s reputation as much as he could.

October 18th: i am a dirty slut who only exists for men to cum in LOL 😉

October 18th: dirty mind, dirty cunt, dirty ass, dirty mouth…that’s me! i guess im just dirty

October 18th: god i love being used and abused. if i could b raped for a living i would!

That had gotten a few replies, but the one that had really set Rob off had been from a girl he’d always remembered as being sweet and kind—her only fault was being a little bit too religious. She’d simply said

@AmberPeach92: haha, isn’t that the dream?

He’d taken a huge swig of the port that he was drinking, and really let loose.

October 18th: can’t wait to go home—daddy’s a ex-pornstar, and he says he’s going to teach me how to fuck like a pro

October 18th: mom was a stripper for so long she sometimes forgets to keep her clothes on LOL—guess thats where i get it from!

October 18th: god i hope daddy fucks me in the ass. its been so long…

October 18th: the hardest quesiotna ne1s ever assed me is whos da betta fuck—mom or dad

October 18th: on one hand dad is ENORMUS but mom’s got such a long tung

October 18th: n boy does she know how to use it

October 18th: i guess ull get 2 see! dad has organised a film shoot to celebrate my return

October 18th: ,aybe ill finally have a film that outsells 1 of daddys…

October 18th: itll b a reel famil

He’d stopped typing halfway through that Tweet, but the damage was done. What was worse, he’d fallen asleep with Master Hacker still open…if Amber had come in, she would have seen exactly who’d been spreading rumours about her.

Rob gulped. The fact that he was still alive was the only evidence he had that suggested he hadn’t yet Escort Ankara been found out—he decided that he should go downstairs and face the music.

* * *

The plane-ride home had been good. As Amber had sat back in her seat and relaxed, she’d really had time to do some self-reflection. When she was at college, it was just sex, sex, sex…there was never any time to think.

Not, of course, that she was complaining. In fact, she thought, sex was really when she felt happiest. It was fun, she was good at it…and best of all, she got to get men off.

Amber loved getting men off.

She hadn’t really thought about it like that before—she’d been pursuing sex out of an inner drive, a desire to get fucked, but that wasn’t what it was all about. It was about getting men off.

And who was best at getting men off? Not good girls, that was for sure. Sluts. Sluts were good at getting men off, and since Amber was the best at it, that made her a slut. Nothing but a filthy slut. Her new breasts, her long legs, her toned body…it all existed for getting men hard, and then her mouth, her ass, her cunt…they existed for getting men off. She existed for getting men off.

Since that was why she existed, they were really all the body parts that mattered. Her mouth, ass and cunt. The rest of her existed to support them, and (as an added bonus) to turn men on.

Amber was suddenly aware of the other men on the plane. How rude of her! She’d been in their presence for almost 10 minutes now, and she hadn’t offered to get any—or all—of them off.

Well, she could certainly make up for lost time…

* * *

Rob nervously walked downstairs, and was shocked by what he saw.

Lights. Cameras. A director. Boom mikes, a few crew-members bustling around…one of them was holding a clapperboard.

Had his parents decided to let someone film a movie in their house?

Just as his brain was processing the sights before him, Rob saw what all the cameras were pointing at. His father, completely naked, having sex with some tattooed teenager, naked except for her heels, while his mother stood to the side in a short skirt, forcing a large toy into her cunt.

What had happened to his parents??

Rob’s hangover completely cleared as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. As his father pulled the girl’s hair, her face came into view, and he realized that it was…it was…

It was Amber.

She was covered in tattoos—the tattoos that he’d designed and digitally added to her body—and her breasts were enormous. Rob just stood there, open-mouthed, and stared as his father plunged his enormous cock into Amber one more time, and bellowed as he came. She smiled like a cat with milk, and flipped Rob off as her own orgasm approached.

Rob staggered back upstairs, unable to cope with what he’d just seen. Even one storey up, he could still hear the sounds of his family copulating for the cameras, and he sat on his bed and tried to process what he’d just seen.

Amber had…she was…his parents…

Everything he’d written on his Twitter had come true.

The thought took a few minutes to form, several more to gestate, and almost an hour to finally sink in.

When it did, he gave it another ten minutes, just in case he’d missed something. He went downstairs and peeked at the new scene that they were filming—his father was roughly fucking Amber’s face, while his mother pounded her ass with a strap-on—and went back upstairs.

Everything he’d written on this Twitter had come true.

He spent a few minutes reading over his tweets of the last few months—the images he’d uploaded, the off-hand comments that he’d made, the drunken posts of the previous night. Once he’d read all of his posts, he sat on his bed for a while longer, thinking.

Finally, he stood up, opened Master Hacker, and typed one final tweet.

October 19th: dont think ill be going back to college next year! need brother’s huge cock too much…can’t imagine going a day without it inside me!

As he hit “submit”, Rob smiled. He listened as there was a brief argument downstairs, followed by the sounds of his sister’s six-inch heels on the staircase. His door opened slowly.


“Come on in, sis.”

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