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Amber Butterfly Ch. 01

By: Longshadow



Chapter 1 - Hidden Cameras

"Aaaaand..." Johnson drawled, as he pulled back the vertical blinds and opened the sliding door, "...the balcony and the view."

Amber stepped out on to the balcony. The view was indeed great. She turned around and leaned against the balcony rail, and looked at Johnson keenly.

"I guess I just want to feel that you'll be faithful to me," she said.

Both Johnson McKenzie and Amber Wood were sophomores in a small private college in a coastal college town. There were few apartments available that Amber could afford. The two had dated when they were freshmen, but Amber had found out the hard way that she was merely Johnson's "main squeeze," but definitely not the only squeeze.

Raised in a strict Christian family, Amber had delayed as long as possible before giving her virginity to Johnson. When she finally relented after two months of dating and constant efforts on the part of Johnson to get into her pants, it was at a party at the beginning of their sophomore year, just after her 19th birthday. Johnson had made sure she had plenty to drink, and then he had taken her back, giggling the whole way, to his apartment and carried her to his room.

He had been surprised to learn he was the first. True, Amber was certainly more innocent than your average college freshmen, but a 19 year old virgin was a new experience for him.

Later that week, when Amber's best (and more experienced) friend Diana Holtz had found out, she took her no-longer-innocent friend to the university clinic--where birth control was prescribed free for all full-time female students.

Amber decided to continue the relationship, but kept it secret from her strict Christian family, which wasn't too hard since they lived over 7,000 miles away. Amber was an orphan, and had been raised in a foster family from the time she was six years old. She didn't want to do anything to jeopardize her foster father's continued support for her college education. Her foster parents were already pressuring her to find a husband. They had decided to fund her college primarily with the hope she would find an educated young man from a good family who would make a good husband for her.

But Amber didn't want to get married--at least not yet, and she wanted to finish her education. After taking a few classes she had decided she wanted to become a teacher. Her goal was to become a high school speech teacher. The young woman had already seen too many bad outcomes resulting from friends of hers--Christian girls like herself--who married young and became totally dependent on young men whom they really did not know that well. Amber wanted to be different. She didn't want to follow the path of a quick marriage in college, children right after the wedding, and then a long, slow death from boredom and the joy-draining lifestyle she saw being played out with her family.

Her foster parents had already put Amber on notice that they were getting impatient for her to get married, and would not pay for graduate school. So she did not know how she would fund her Master's degree without her foster parents support. Two years of student loans was a lot to repay on a teacher's salary.

One thing she did like about Johnson--he was supportive of her education, and didn't push to marry or have children. Amber's mind wandered back to the last time she had made love to Johnson.

They had been kissing on the sofa of his apartment, Johnson's hands brushed through her thick golden hair as they kissed. She enjoyed the feel of his other hand under her sweater, massaging her swollen her breast.

Johnson had pushed Amber's sweater up over her head, and her bra followed next. He bent over, sucking on her stiffening nipples. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened with her moans, which is why she didn't notice when Johnson's room mate, Scott, came into the room.

Amber noticed him suddenly and gave a yelp as she hurriedly pulled away from Johnson's mouth and covered her exposed breasts with her sweater.

"Don't let me interrupt," Scott told the red-faced girl with a grin.

"Don't worry about it Amber," Johnson said as he stood up. "Come, let's go to the bedroom."

In the bedroom, it had taken Johnson over an hour to calm Amber down enough to take up where he had left off. Soon he had her naked on his bed, and had crawled up between her legs, licking and kissing until she was purring with pleasure. He loved the taste of her pussy, and parted her the folds of her cunt with his tongue, and soon her hips were undulating up and down on the bed as she gripped the headboard of the bed with her hands and moaned.

Johnson skillfully brought her to the brink of an orgasm, and then backed off, leaving her undulating her hips and whimpering with frustration. Then as she urged his head closer, he teased her again, flicking his tongue on her stiff clit for a few seconds, and then stopping, and then again, until she was begging him to finish her. 

Johnson crawled up between her legs, and pulled her thighs up and further apart, and then reached down and guided his stiff prick in the folds of her pussy. She was very tight, but she was so well-lubricated that his big cock slid in to her virgin pussy without too much force, and she squealed in pain as he pierced her hyman. After a few minutes the pain went away, and after a few minutes she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he started fucking her faster and harder.

Johnson never tired of fucking this hottie. It gave him a big boost to his ego, knowing he was fucking the hottest babe on campus. He just wished he could get her to experiment more. It had taken a lot of work just to finally get in her pants.

There was no doubt about it--Amber was a great lay. She had an extremely fuck-able body--her pussy juiced up readily, and he had to admit it gave him quite a charge listening to her moan as he fucked her. She also came easily and with great intensity, clamping her legs around his waist and digging her hands into his back.

No single woman would ever be enough for Johnson though. After about a month of screwing Amber, he started getting hungry again for more variety. Even if he had wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to help himself. He came under constant temptation, and was not temperamentally suited for monogamy in any case.

Johnson was much sought after by many young ladies on campus. He had a solid, well-built body, and was ruggedly handsome. He was clever with words, and made people laugh quite easily, and had a talent for making his friends feel special and important to him.

So when Kathleen Foster, one of Amber's best friends and a friend of Johnson's as well, hinted at a party that she wanted to give him a blowjob--something that Amber had refused to do, he couldn't resist--especially after a few beers.

What Amber didn't know wouldn't hurt her, he figured, and looking around and hearing Amber's voice in the next room, he snuck into one of the bedrooms in the second story of the fraternity house that was hosting the party. Kathleen was on her knees before he had even shut the door and was unzipping his slacks. 

In a flash she had his stiff prick out and was licking it up and down. Johnson gasped, and grabbed Kathleen's head, guiding her mouth over the head of his cock. Kathleen grinned and opened her mouth wide, taking his cock in deep. She started bobbing her head back and forth. Johnson watched as the head of his cock made her cheek bulge out with each stroke. 

Kathleen looked up at him as she pulled her mouth off to breathe, and flicked her tongue across the tiny slit at the tip of the head. She continued stroking his cock near the base, then directing it back into her open mouth, she resumed sucking him gently as she moved her head up and down.

Johnson was rock hard by this time. He felt his cock was going to keep growing until it burst out of its skin. He moaned with pleasure and unable to help himself, started rocking back and forth. Kat may be a bit chubby, but she sure knew how to give head. Within minutes, he was ready to blow his load. The vixen wouldn't let him cum though! She grasped his cock around the root hard, pulled her mouth off, and once again teased him with her tongue.

"Jesus! Come on Kat, let me cum!" he pleaded her.

She just continued looking up at him--her eyes sparkling as she continued teasing him--blowing him for a bit--a few strokes, and then pausing and licking, the whole time gripping him hard around the base of his shaft without stroking. Johnson felt his balls were going to explode. Why couldn't Amber do this?

Unbeknownst to Johnson, Amber wanted to go home, and was going through the fraternity house, room by room, looking for him.

Kathleen decided it was time to give Johnson some relief. She eased up her grip around his cock, and started pumping his cock hard as she bobbed her head back and forth rapidly, making loud slurping sounds as she did so. 

The door to the room swung open just as Johnson felt his nuts explode. He stared right into Amber's horrified face as spurt after spurt of his cum started spraying into Kathleen's mouth. As her mouth filled up, Kathleen pulled his cock out of her mouth and started taking the streams of cum all over her face. She continued stroking. One stream, then another, and another, and another, sprayed across her face, landing in her eyes and hair. Johnson watched Amber's face helplessly, unable to do anything in the midst of his ejaculation.

Amber's face was a contorted mixture of anger, disgust, and fascination. Johnson grinned sheepishly at her and shrugged as words failed him.

Kathleen let Johnson's softening cock slip from her lips and suddenly noticed Amber standing there next to her. 

She wasn't happy about Amber being hurt, but with Johnson's cum running down her chin, neck and tits, it was hard to feel any real regret. Kathleen loved giving head, and Johnson had a great cock and packed a serious load. She just smirked at Amber's outraged visage as the cum dripped from her lips.

There were several people behind Amber looking in on the scene, and it was definitely a bad scene. 

Tears were streaming down Amber's face as she charged into the room screaming. She was like a wildcat, and the next day Johnson's face testified to Amber's rage.

That was a year ago.

"I guess I just want to know that you'll be faithful to me this time," she said standing on the balcony of Johnson's new apartment..

Amber looked at him, studying his reaction.

"Absolutely baby," he said without hesitation, looking straight in her eyes. "I'm a different man now. It's time I grew up a little."

Amber looked at him silently--listening.

"I'm embarrassed by my behavior a year ago. Today is a new day," he said, as he slid his hands around her waist.

Amber felt herself melt. He really was a handsome guy, and knew how to treat her good.

She turned back toward the view the balcony offered.

"It is a gorgeous view," she admitted.

"It certainly is," he agreed, as he moved close behind her, and reached around to run his hands on her taut, slender torso. He ran his hands up and down her hips and waist, and slipped his hands underneath her top to feel her smooth skin.

She purred and relaxed back again him, taking in the great view and the feel of his hands on her skin. 

Johnson took a gamble and moved his hands up to her chest. When she didn't stop him or pull away, he slipped his palms under her bra and started massaging her firm full tits. 

God, this babe had the best tits on campus--no doubt about it! His cock was starting to ache in his trousers. It had been three nights since he last got laid--a long time for him. Amber's proximity had been turning him ever since she stepped into this apartment. Now he had a serious case of the "blue balls."

He kissed Amber on the throat, gently pulling the soft skin of her neck into his mouth, and licking, up and down her neck.

Amber tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations she was feeling from his lips on her neck and his palms on her breasts. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Johnson slipped one hand down over her tight belly and down into her shorts, moving his hand down under her panties. Two of his fingers made it to her pussy. 

As he did so, he heard a soft moan in her throat as he kissed it. This bitch was hot already! His fingers entered her hot wet pussy readily. She was so hot she was writhing in his arms and moaning--even panting a little. He paused necking her and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was open. At that moment he knew he would have her--right here on the balcony.

He slid his hands up and slipped her t-shirt up and over her head, and with a practiced hand, he quickly removed her bra before she knew what was happening.

"Johnson--not here," she moaned. "Someone will see."

"No one will see--we're too far from them," he whispered in her ear.

Actually the idea of someone watching them turned him on, and he knew that it was quite possibly that someone would see them, in fact, he hoped someone did see, as long as it didn't bring the cops down on them. He wanted the whole world to see him fucking this Goddess, with her magnificent tits jutting out in front of her.

He slipped one hand back down into her panties, and once again slipped a finger into her wet cunt.

She arched her back against him and moaned, jerking her hips. He felt a flood of warm fluid gush out on to his hand. She was putty in his hands now. He pushed her down, and when she realized he wanted her to bend over the railing of the balcony, she acquiesced. He moved his hands to her hips to pull down her shorts and underwear, and when she realized what he had in mind she helped him and shucked her shorts and underwear off. As they slid down her legs she stepped out of them. Now she was naked, leaning over the balcony, her large breasts swaying in the evening light. He moved her legs apart and felt her pussy from behind.

Goddamn she was hot! Amber groaned and shoved herself back against his hands.

He couldn't resist making her beg when she was so worked up.

"What do you want now?" he whispered in her ear, grinding his groin up against her ass.

"What are you waiting for? Put it in me," she moaned.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked.

She moaned again, thrusting her upraised cunt back at him. 

"Well?" he whispered insistently. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Yes! Please fuck me!" she gasped.

Johnson grabbed her hips and aimed his stiff cock at the folds of her cunt. He decided to tease her a little more and started rubbing his cock head up and down her sopping wet slit.

Amber moaned with frustration and pushed back. She was so wet that he slid right in, and he was fucking all the way into her within three strokes.  He gripped her hips hard, pumping rapidly. Her cunt was so hot he almost couldn't stand it. Her beautiful haunches, shaped like an upside-down heart, shuddered as he ploughed into her. Johnson grasped for control. He wanted to fuck Amber within an inch of her life. He had worked hard to learn how to fuck women well, and with the plans he had for Amber, he wanted her to be happy. 

So when Amber had her first orgasm, he held his load and kept fucking her hard, until she had cum again, and then again, moaning, gasping, and grinding back on his stiff cock, sweat dripping from a lock of her hair which swung back and forth over the balcony. Only then did he pump hard to get himself off. His balls exploded and soon Amber felt streams of his hot cum running out of her pussy and down her legs.

"WHAT??? Please tell me it's not true!" Diana Holtz moaned when Amber broke the news to her while the two dressed for the day.

Amber shared an apartment room with her. There were just two of them, but the room was small. Diana couldn't blame her for wanting to upgrade her living situation, but she truly adored Amber, and harbored a secret crush for her. Diana had never thought of herself as bisexual until she had met Amber. She longed for her, but all of her signals to the naïve girl had gone straight over her head, and she didn't want to risk her friendship with a more aggressive move.

"I'm sorry--I'm sure you'll be able to find a roommate. I can help you find one," Amber said uncertainly.

"I'm not worried about that--there's a lot of people looking for roommates. I'm worried about you. Are you forgetting what happened?"

Amber frowned. "That was a year ago. People make mistakes. I'm willing to give him another chance. Diana, I've been thinking, maybe I didn't work hard enough to make sure he would stay faithful."

"What do you mean? You're the most beautiful woman on campus. What more could he ask for?" Diana said, sliding her hands around Amber's waist.

Amber flushed with pleasure at her friend. "You're so sweet. But I think my mouth is way too wide, I have a gap between my two front teeth, and my breasts are too big."

Secretly, Amber was proud of her figure. She had been asked a number of times if "they were real." She had been confused the first time the question came up in PE in high school, and then shocked when she understood when the young woman in the locker room shower with her was looking at her chest. Of course they were natural, she had replied, red in the face.

Amber had not always been "the hot babe" in school. When she was in her early adolescent years, she was tall and gawky. Thin and strait as a rail. Her foster mother had kept her hair short when she was younger to make it easier for her to take care of, and didn't relent and let her grow it out until she was a junior in high school. At this time, her body finally started developing, and developed very rapidly. Amber was astonished when her breast size went from an A cup to a C cup by the end of her junior year, and to a DD by the end of her senior year.

Amber's mother had taught her daughters to take care of their appearance--concerned that they keep themselves ready for the marriage market. Amber had been taught to eat lightly, with lots of fresh vegetables in her diet, and her foster parents looked on with approval when Amber, beginning in junior high, gravitated to several athletic activities--tennis, track and especially gymnastics. Not only would this keep the girl in good physical condition, but sports would expose the girl to lots of good potential husbands, or so Amber's foster parents thought with approval.

Diana gasped. "You've got to be kidding. What are you? 34-24-34? Double D? You have the perfect body!"

Amber laughed. "It's not a perfect body for gymnastics I can tell you! If my boobs had been smaller I would have been able to stay in. I know God has a purpose for me, but it's not gymnastics. Do you know how much trickier it can be on the parallel bars with these things? Not to mention my gymnastic coaches. You should have seen them looking at my chest when I tried out in my senior year--even with a sports bra. One of my friends heard the counselor called my parents and asked them to take me out of gym--they were afraid that my appearance in a jumper was too, um, quote: 'provocative and distracting for the boys.'" 

"Well, men like big boobs and Johnson should be grateful he has you," Diana replied, laughing with her friend.

"Well, I'm not really talking about appearances anyway, Amber replied. "The thing that Kathleen was doing to him--he had asked me earlier, but I wouldn't do it, even though he had gone down on me."

Diana had to admit that it didn't seem fair for Amber to accept but not to give.

"Well, I guess if you want to sustain a relationship and keep a guy, you'll have to do what he wants in that department."

Amber thought about that for a moment. 

"Exactly. I'm going to have to give him what he wants. If I want him to stay true to me. If he doesn't get it from me, he'll get it somewhere else."


Amber Butterfly Ch. 01



"Amber, he has to WANT to stay monogamous. Look--I have a really bad feeling about this. Some men--some people--just can't do that. If you want this guy, at some point you may have to make a decision to either look the other way, or break it off."

Amber was silent for a moment.

"Diana, he's says he's changed, and I'm willing to give him the chance. I need to come out of my cocoon. I'm 20 years old, I need to act like a woman and grow up, and sometimes you have to take risks and go for it. What's the worst that can happen?"

"Are you going to tell your family about him?" Diana asked.

Amber gasped. "No way--my family is so conservative. They would freak out if they knew I was having sex!"

"So you're going to hide your relationship?"

"YES! What they don't know won't hurt them. I would be thrown out of the family--trust me. Look--I'm just a foster child in my family. I know they don't feel the same way about me as they do their own flesh and blood. I don't think they would ever speak to me again. They're 7,000 miles away, it shouldn't be too hard to keep my relationship with Johnson secret from them."

Diana thought for a moment. In her opinion, Johnson was a slime, and her hope was that the relationship would not last long.

"Well, anyway, if it doesn't work out, you can come back and live with me," Diana said.

Amber turned around and looked at Diana with appreciation.

"That's sweet. But what if you have another roommate?"

"We'll work it out one way or another."

"Diana, you are such a great friend!" Amber said. She turned around and embraced her friend and hugged her fiercely.

Once again Diana felt Amber's lush body pressing up against her own. She ran her hands up and down Amber's back and waist. 

She sighed as Amber pulled away and sat down to pull her socks on. The beautiful young lady was so naïve, but Diana felt powerless. She did not want to risk her friendship by bad-mouthing Amber's boyfriend too much. If she pushed too hard, Diana knew enough from their talking and from past experience that they would just get into a fight, and then she might just alienate her friend. Amber was sweet and gentle, without a mean bone in her body, but she had a blind spot for Johnson. Diana had a feeling though, that it was only a matter of time before Amber really needed her, and the last thing she wanted to do is alienate her beautiful friend at this point. 

Amber sensed Diana's silent words and looked in her eyes. 

"I know how you feel Diana, but he's promised to be faithful this time." 

"Yeah, right," Diana snorted.

Johnson's friend Kyle was helping him clean up Johnson's apartment in preparation for Amber's move in.

"Why are you getting back together with her anyway? I know she's a hot piece of ass, but in the end she's just another fish in the ocean. You're not really going to give up all other women for her are you?" Kyle thought that was too much for ANY woman to ask of ANY man.

"No, Johnson said fishing a pair of cell phones out of his pockets. "That's why I've got phone A for Amber, and for when I'm around her, and phone B for any other Babes. But I've got to be careful not to get caught."

"What's the big deal if you do anyway? Why go through this if you don't want to just stay with her?"

"Kyle, she's got three things going for her. She's hot, she's a great fuck, and she's naïve. I've got big plans for that ass of hers."

They walked into the front room where there were several boxes. Johnson picked up a box and set it on the small round dining room table. Kyle peered in as Johnson opened the box.

"Hidden cameras. All wireless," Johnson explained.

He pulled packages out of the box--one appeared to be a clock/radio alarm. Another looked like a smoke detector, a fan, a couple of wall clocks, a small wall mirror. 

Kyle gaped at the equipment. 

"How much did all this cost?"

"Quite a bit--thousands. It's high quality stuff--should produce good quality footage."

"Where'd you get the money for all this shit?" Kyle wondered as he examined some of the equipment.

"Well, I had to use some of my trust fund," Johnson confessed.

Kyle looked at Johnson sharply. "Are you going to have enough for tuition?"

Johnson hedged. "I may be a bit short, but I'll make it up with this stuff. I plan on making more money--and sometimes you have to spend money to make money. Now, the trick is to find the right places for all this. They have to be where they can catch the action"

The two walked around. Most of the cameras would go in the bedroom. They placed the mirror on one wall where it would look toward the side of the bed but near the foot, and the wall clock on the wall at the end of the bed. There was also a web cam he put on his desk.

"This one looks like an ordinary web cam, but I can program it to record even while the computer is off."

He set it on the desk.

"I can program each camera for angle and zoom from my laptop--wherever I am as long as I have connectivity," Johnson explained as he pounded a nail into the wall and hung up the clock.

Johnson unplugged his old radio alarm and handed it to Kyle.

"Yours buddy," he said as he plugged in the new clock-radio and set the time.

"These things actually function?" Kyle asked, astonished.

"Yep, the clock-radio really has a clock and a radio, and works. It also has a small hidden camera."

"Why are you doing this? Just for kicks?" Kyle asked, bewildered.

Johnson paused and thought for a few seconds.

"Money, money, kicks, and more money," Johnson replied. 

Kyle gaped at his friend.

"With Amber, not only do I have the hottest piece of ass on campus, she's a great fuck and would make a great porn star, except I could never get her to do it willingly of course, but more importantly she's naïve. She would never figure any of this out. I'll bet she's never even seen a porn site in her life, Johnson giggled. "She's going to be on one though."

"Don't you think she'll find out eventually?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, I'm going to stock up material for a few months, and then set up my site and start posting thumbnails and clips a few weeks before the new semester, so I can get some money for next semester." 

"She may never even know," Johnson continued. "...she'd have to know exactly what sites to go on the Internet. It's like finding a piece of hay in a haystack. Even if she notices by then, it'll be too late." 

"There's these too, he said, hold a few small wireless cameras in his hand. "I'm going to put one in my backpack, so that I can set it wherever I think it would get some great shots."

"You're going to Hell you know," Kyle observed wryly.

Johnson laughed out loud.

"Yeah, I'll bet they have really great orgies there too. Hey look, what she don't know won't hurt her. It's not like I'm beating her, or raping her or something like that. This is harmless."

"Yeah right," Kyle snorted.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 02



Chapter 02 - Hidden Agendas

Amber's head bobbed back and forth, sucking hard on Johnson's stiff cock. He stood next to the wall mirror with the hidden camera, Amber was on her knees in front of him, polishing his knob. He reached down to hold her hair back, so that the hidden camera could catch the sight of his glistening cock sliding in and out of her O-shaped mouth. Her cheek bulged out each time she went down. This clip was going to be hot.

It had been nearly three months since they had moved in together, and in that time Amber had developed into an enthusiastic and confident cocksucker.

She paused in the middle of her blowjob to breathe a bit more, and licked the head of Johnson's stiff cock. She was pleased to see that he was so hard, the veins in his cock looked like they were going to burst, and his cock was almost purple. She grinned as she stroked it a few times around the base. She licked him up and down, especially the underside of his penis, which she had learned was especially sensitive.

She then held his cock up and started licking his balls. She pulled one in her mouth and sucked gently, then spit it out and pulled his other testicle into her mouth and sucked on that one as well for a bit.

Then she licked slowly up and down each side of his shaft, slowly reaching the tip of his cock, and flicked the head a few times. She looked up and appreciated the sight of him with his eye closed, so clearly enjoying what she was doing.

Slowly, she moved her mouth over the head of his cock and slipped her mouth down, down until his pubic hair were tickling her nose, and his nuts rested up against her chin.

Pausing just a moment, she started moving her head back and forth, slowly picking up speed. Johnson reached down again to hold her golden hair back away from the side of her face, to give the web cam sitting on his desk a clear shot.

He looked down and watched her. His cock was pushing out her cheek each time she plunged her head forward. Her eyes were closed with concentration, and slurping sounds filled the room. He was glad his cameras picked up audio as well.

He was getting close to blowing his nut. He had to admit, this babe had come a long way when it came to giving head. Her blowjobs had left much to be desired a few months ago, but she was one of the best now. He was also happy she could take him in all the way, and didn't shy away from swallowing his cum, although she wasn't averse to taking it on her face or elsewhere on her body. The first time he had sprayed her in the face she had reacted in disgust, just as the first time he had cum in her mouth she had spit it out.

He guessed it must be an acquired taste. She had certainly changed, seeming to thrill in the feel of his cum splattering on her, that is when he could get it out of her mouth to do so. She preferred to swallow it, after swishing it around in her mouth. The camera liked facials though, so more often he would pull it out and spray in her face..

He felt his nuts tighten up, and contractions begin in his prostate. Soon the jism was racing up his cock. Amber was still bobbing her head up and down furiously, she still couldn't always tell the exact moment he was about to cum. He decided he wanted for this clip to show him spraying directly into her mouth. The camera was at a real good angle to capture it.

He pulled out for a moment just as he began to ejaculate and the spray broke against the side of her mouth and painted the side of her head, hitting her ear and getting in her hair. He held her head still and aimed his cock for her mouth. Squirt after squirt of his ejaculate shot into her mouth.

Amber held her head still with her mouth wide open, capturing as much of it as she could. It reminded her of when she shot a squirt gun in her mouth as a girl one summer day. She took most of it in easily. His last few spasms fell short of her mouth and dribbled down her chin and on to her bare breasts. As he finished she swallowed his cum.

Johnson watched amazed as she took every spurt from the tip of his prick. "Good girl!" he thought to himself as he finished shooting. She swallowed and grinned up at him, a dribble of his jism running down the middle of her chin. A few streams of his cum covered one of her tits and dripped off of her left nipple.

Three months earlier, Amber decided to make up with Kathleen. She felt she needed Kathleen's insight to help her learn to please Johnson better. Now the two young women met in Kathleen's apartment for the first time in a year. Kathleen sat down with Amber on her sofa.

Kathleen asked about Amber's part-time job as waitress, and how that was coming, and then asked if she was still majoring in teaching.

"Yes. I know God has a purpose for me, I just don't know what it is yet--it's not waiting tables, I can tell you that much. I really want to be a teacher like Mrs. Hamlin, my fifth grade teacher. She made such a difference in my life."

The two girls continued talking about their majors and chosen disciplines for a while.

Since Amber was determined that she could do anything Kathleen could do for Johnson--or any other woman--and do it better. She made up with Kathleen, but urged her to teach her how to give a blowjob.

Kathleen laughed, but indulged her. She had taken Amber to her apartment. She started with a how-to lecture, and then pulled out her dildo for Amber to practice on.

Amber was shocked of course. She had heard of such things, but never had she seen one. She grasped the dildo that Kathleen offered her gingerly, as if it were potentially explosive.

Kathleen couldn't help but giggle. She took the dildo back and showed Amber how to do it. Amber watch in fascination as Kathleen plunged the dildo in and out of her mouth. She watched in amazement as Kathleen was able to push nearly the entire thing in her mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled it out of her mouth with a pop.

"Now you try it," Kathleen urged.

Amber took the dildo again, and gingerly inserted it into her mouth.

Kathleen watched and tutored her newly reconciled friend on the fine art of oral sex. She also directed Amber to some "how-to" instructions on the Internet, as well as some websites.

"One thing to remember about men, Kathleen said, "is that for any young, normal healthy man, erections and ejaculation are reflexive. It's possible to give a brain-dead man a blowjob and make him cum if he's otherwise healthy. It's the mind that gets in the way sometimes."

"The important thing is to relax, not get uptight and inhibited. Your man will sense that and it will make him uptight and inhibited. If you relax and enjoy yourself--he will too."

Amber tried again. Soon Kathleen was teaching her how to deep throat. To her delight, Amber was able to do that quite well.

"I guess a big mouth is good for something," Amber giggled.

Kathleen giggled with her. She continued her tutoring for a while, but soon begged off. She had a paper to finish for a class tomorrow.

In the past three months since Amber had reconciled herself to the fact that if she wanted to keep Johnson, and keep him faithful to her, that she would have to do just about whatever he wanted sexually.

"If you don't give him what he needs, he'll get it from some other girl," Kathleen had pointed out.

Amber learned all she could about giving head, and constantly worked on her technique. Not only did she pump Kathleen for everything her friend knew, but she also researched the subject, making sure she read many different perspectives since opinions differed. She listened carefully to what Johnson said was good, and watched his reactions carefully as she gave head. Eventually she had it down pat--and thought to herself she could probably give good head in her sleep.

She willingly blew Johnson almost every single day, sometimes more than once each day so that she could get a lot of practice. She learned to take Johnson's cock all the way down her throat. She also practiced on carrots and bananas. She gagged a lot at first, her eyes watering, but with practice, she learned how to suppress her gag reflex and breathe through her nose. She also learned to swallow when he came and eventually learned to enjoy that as well. Now she had grown into a confident and enthusiastic fellatrix, and the act excited her almost as much as it did her boyfriend.

Amber also compromised on many other things. When Johnson wanted her to get her belly button pierced she did so, and after some work and pressure she even agreed to get a stud in her tongue. She took to wearing thong underwear, and no-waist jeans, as well as tank tops and belly shirts that showed off her taut midriff and heavy bust.

She also found out that he liked how she looked in lingerie so she bought and wore what Johnson liked--especially the stockings and garter belts. When she found out how much that turned him on, she wore them frequently. She had to admit they felt sexy on her. They looked so slutty that she was somewhat embarrassed, but she got over that pretty quickly. With Johnson's encouragement, she even wore them during school under a skirt. It made her feel sexy to see other young men staring at her, and when she sat at a desk she would sometimes catch one of her classmates trying to look up her skirt. Sometimes she would open her legs a little, pretending that she wasn't aware of the audience. Since wearing sexy clothes not only turned Johnson on, but her as well, over time she took to wearing them almost exclusively. Johnson helped this process by buying her what he liked, and encouraging her to throw away more modest clothes, until she had almost nothing left that could be called modest.

She was grateful that no one who knew her at home was attending the same college. If word of what she wore got back to her conservative foster family...the thought of that made Amber shudder.

She compromised on what she was willing to do sexually. When she had first started having sex, she had refused to have sex on her hands and knees in what she learned was called "doggie style." She thought it was degrading. But Johnson wanted to do it so she tried it. After all, if he didn't get what he wanted from her, he would get it from someone else. To her surprise, she found she loved it, and it soon became her favorite position, although she enjoyed sex with Johnson in almost any manner.

"He wants to..." Amber's face turned red, "...uh, fuck me in the ass," she finished, her voice trailing off in a whisper.

"Go ahead and try it. What do you have to lose?" Kathleen advised her.

"But why should I? It's filthy and gross." Amber replied.

"No filthier than the mouth. Did you know that? The mouth is just as dirty, if not dirtier than the anus. Besides, it's common nowadays. A lot of men and women do it."

"Really?"

"It feels good. you might really enjoy it. Also, if you don't he might go somewhere else."

"Dammit--if that's all it takes--maybe he should," Amber replied in frustration.

Kathleen sat down next to her on her small loveseat.

"Look Amber, Kathleen said--going into her 'big sister' mode. "Johnson's a stud. No doubt about it. I know you're not going to like to hear this, but, well--Amber, you've only been with a few guys, so you don't have much to compare. I've been with more guys than I can possibly count. And I'm telling you right now--Johnson is amazing. Not only does he have a good sized cock, not only does it get hard easily and often, and stays hard, not only does he cum in gallons and have the ability to do so repeatedly in a single night--almost on demand, and not only can he fuck a girl good and hard as much as she can handle--but on top of all of that, he's handsome, fun, and makes you laugh. Johnson's a super stud. Of course it's going to take a lot of woman--or else a lot of women--to satisfy a man like that. He could have almost any woman he wants. If you want to be the only woman, you're going to have to be a super studette."

"More like a super slut," Amber retorted.

"That's a bunch of crap. Men can be sexual and they're admired for it. Believe me, women may put down other women who are highly sexual and attractive, but I'm telling you right now they're just jealous. It comes down to this. If you don't give Johnson what he needs, he will naturally seek it elsewhere."

Kathleen paused as Amber digested what she said.

"Besides--I'll bet you'll like it. I do," Kathleen finished.

"I'm dong things I never thought I would do," Amber explained to her chum and former roommate Diana.

The two young women were in the gym locker room, changing to work out together.

"Like what?"

"He asked me to get my belly button pierced--so I did. Then he wanted me to pierce my tongue, so I did that too."

"Let's see it!"

Amber stuck out her tongue and let Diana look at it.

Then she pulled her shirt up and over her head bared her midriff to Diana.

Diana sat down on the bench to get a closer look at Amber's pierced navel. She slid her hands up along the sides of Amber's slender waist and pulled her closer.

Diana felt as if she would melt. Amber was so gorgeous! She felt herself getting hot just looking at Amber's bared waist.

"Looks nice," Diana said as she bent forward and kissed Amber's belly.

Diana pulled away and stood up before she got turned on any more and did something that would make Amber pull away in shock and jeopardize their friendship.

"Let's get a better look at the tongue," she asked.

Amber stuck out her tongue to show Diana her stud.

"Did it hurt?"

"I thought it would but it didn't--not that much anyway. I was scared it would hurt really bad."

The two young women went into the weight room and started doing some stretching exercises on the floor mat.

"So what else is he expecting of you?" Diana wanted to know. Their friendship had become more intimate since Amber and Johnson had gotten back together--more personal than any other friendship Diana had ever had.

"Well, I don't mind giving head. I realized after my sophomore year that I was going to have to get used to doing that," Amber said as she lifted her leg up over her head, leaned it against the wall and bent forward a little until her forehead touched her knee.

"Amber--you should never do anything that you don't want to do!" Diana urged.

"Diana--it's okay. I really like doing it now--in fact, I love it. Besides--sure, what you say sounds good in theory, but if your boyfriend doesn't get what they want from you--they'll get it somewhere else!"

"Then dump him!" Diana urged.

"And then what? The next guy? And the next? Shall I crawl back into my cocoon? Diana--I've been way too old-fashioned. I need to grow up and get with the 21st century. I want to have a boyfriend. I want Johnson. Besides--I like the sex. Here--let's do some sitting straddle stretches together."

The two women sat down, their legs spread wide, feet touching, and joined hands. Amber gently pulled Diana toward her. Amber laid back--and Diana leaned forward, feeling muscles in her thighs stretch. She leaned forward until her face was nearly in Amber's crotch.

"...three, four, five," she heard Amber say.

The two girls rose back upright--their legs still spread wide, feet pressed together.

"Well--as long as you enjoy it too. What else does he want?" Diana demanded.

"Well, he wants me to--um--" Amber paused, somewhat embarrassed.

Diana nodded patiently, waiting for Amber to finish.

"He wants to, uh, do me in the--um--bottom."

"He wants to fuck you in the ass."

"Yeah," Amber said, her face turning beet red.

Diana leaned back, pulling Amber forward. Amber was able to lean over much further than Diana. Amber's mouth was practically on Diana's pussy. She turned red in the face and tucked her chin down so her mouth wouldn't wind up planted on her best friend's crotch!

"And how do you feel about that--besides embarrassed?" Diana breathed out as the girls pulled upright again.

"Well, at first I was dead set against it. But Kathleen said a lot of women do it."

"I guess that's true--if they WANT to do it."

"I wouldn't do it if I don't want to," Amber said sharply. "Diana--um--did you ever do that?"

"Me?? Uh, yeah. A couple of times," she answered as she stood back up.

"And?"

"Well, the first time it wasn't so bad, the second time it hurt and I definitely didn't like it. Overall--not my cup of tea."

"Thanks for sharing that with me. I need to go. I have a class in 20 minutes, and I have to work tonight."

"Okay, I'm going to work out a little bit longer," Diana responded.

Amber got up and gave Diana a hug.

Diana hugged her back. She felt Amber's magnificent bosom pressing against her own chest and sighed with desire.

"Listen kid. If you try this, make sure you use a lot of lubricant and make sure he's gentle and goes slow--okay?"

Amber nodded and headed toward the locker room when Diana called to her.

"Amber?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind seeing if Johnson can fix my computer? I know he's really good with computers. I think I've got a virus or something."

"Sure," Amber said, as she turned to leave.

After receiving Johnson's "all clear" text message on her cell phone, Kathleen went up the stairs and was greeted by Johnson in his apartment.

"Hey Kat--come on in. She won't be back until after 10 p.m."

"So how did it go?" she asked him.

"Want to see?" he asked, leading her in to the bedroom.

"Sure," she said with a giggle.

Johnson picked up his laptop off of the desk and they sat on the edge of the bed as Johnson loaded the mpeg file and handed the laptop over for her to watch.

Kathleen pushed the screen back a little more watched intently.

Johnson had already edited it, cutting and splicing from the vantage point of the various cameras in the room.

"This is from the clock-radio camera. The first shot was from the web cam," Johnson pointed at the web cam sitting on the desk next to the bed.

Johnson was laying on the bed prostate. Amber climbed on the bed and crawled up between his legs. The video switched to a front view.

Amber had Johnson's stiff cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down. She was moaning around his cock, clearly enjoying what she was doing.

"She's learned a lot," Kathleen remarked.

"I've got videos of her sucking on a dildo," Johnson replied.

"Yeah, I gave her that to practice on. She was anxious to learn how to do that better. I did my best to teach her," Kathleen laughed.

Johnson laughed. "You did great. She could suck a watermelon through a garden hose, and she can deep throat without gagging."

They both watched the screen intently as Amber sucked Johnson's cock. She was moaning and blowing him feverishly.

"She almost looks like she's going to cum herself," Kathleen remarked.

"Yeah, it really turns her on. Sometimes she cums while she's doing that if I finger her clit, or she does it herself. You can't see it from this angle, but she's got her cunt rubbing up and down my leg."

The scene cut to the side view from the web cam.

Amber moaned and thrust her head up and down. Johnson reached down and held her hair back away from her face. Johnson's cock was clearly outlined pushing against her cheek. Johnson was straining up and moaning, thrusting his cock into Amber's mouth. Suddenly he stopped and gasped.

"Are you..." Kathleen whispered.

"Oh yeah, I busted a nut alright."

Amber's throat making gulping sounds and swallowing motions. Johnson gasped again and thrust his hips up again. Suddenly a stream of cum seeped out of the corner of Amber's mouth and ran down Johnson's shaft and on to his thigh. Amber continued swallowing for a few more seconds, then slowly pulled her head off of Amber's cock. She grinned up at him, his cum still running down from her lips. She looked down at his cock in admiration.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 02



"Still hard as a rock," Amber said.

"Johnson, you are amazing," Kathleen said with a grin.

Johnson grinned back at her.

Amber straddled Johnson's legs and crawled up until her crotch was poised over his upright cock. As Amber spread her legs apart and rubbed Johnson's cock against her pussy lips, Kathleen gasped as she saw Amber's exposed cunt.

"Good God, look how wet she is! Is she always like that?"

"Yep--pretty much. She really juices up easily. Hot as Hell too!" he replied with a grin.

The two voyeurs continued watching the laptop screen.

Johnson's glistening cock split Amber's pussy lips apart and started to sink into her cunt as she slowly lowered herself. She sighed as she continued to sink further down. Her pussy lips made a "V" around his cock. Down she went slowly with a whimper.

"Oh God, "Amber said with moan.

Johnson reached around and gripped her meaty ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands, and started slowly guiding her up and down. Amber fell forward and kissed him as she started lowering her hips up and down. Johnson's cock ploughed in and out of her. Her ass cheeks flexed and jiggled under his hands as she moved up and down, sliding her stretched pussy lips along his thick cock, rising up until the head was almost visible, and then down again, following the curve of his long cock.

Amber raised herself up on hands, and the camera point of view switched to the front.

Amber leveraged herself up and down. Her eyes were closed but her face had a look of rapture. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she moved up and down with increasing rapidity. Amber moaned louder and fell forward again, kissing Johnson as he wrapped his arms around her back, caressing her spine as she undulated on top of him more and more urgently.

"Nice editing," Kathleen commented.

The camera switched points of view again, and they had a view of the action from behind.

"How did you make it do the close-up?" Kathleen asked.

"The program zooms each camera in and out at regular intervals, and then I edit it to seem smooth," Johnson replied. "It's a lot of work!"

They could both see a close-up of his prick plunging in and out of Amber's sopping wet pussy. Kathleen could see fluid gushing out around Amber's pussy. A stream of glistening, viscous fluid ran down Johnson's cock, but it was quickly smeared as Amber continued bouncing up and down.

"Are you cumming there?" Kathleen asked.

"No, that's her!" Johnson replied.

"No way!"

"Yes way."

Amber was screaming with pleasure, grinding her hips hard. Soon she was gasping and had slowed to a stop.

"Oh baby! That's so good," Amber said with a sigh.

She got up on her hands and knees. "Come on lover--I know you like to come at me from behind."

"Like you don't?" Johnson taunted back on the screen.

Amber giggled and stuck her ass high in the air. She spread her knees apart and arched her back to tilt her pussy up a little as Johnson got behind her.

The perspective changed to a different camera, which had an angle midway between side and behind. At this angle, Johnson and Kathleen had a better view of Johnson's cock as it penetrated Amber's pussy again. Kathleen was struck by how engorged Amber's pussy was. Her lips were fully aroused--purple and swollen, and her clit looked like it was nearly as big as a small penis. Amber's ass cheeks were nearly spherical. Kathleen had to admit--Amber sure had a great ass.

"Where's the camera for this shot?" Kathleen asked.

"It's in the mirror by the door, further back than the desk. I can angle the view with the computer ahead of time," Johnson told her.

Johnson gripped her hips as he pounded in and out of Amber doggie-style. Amber rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, pushing her tail back on Johnson's stiff rod. After a few strokes, she collapsed on her elbows, her face buried in the pillow. She was moaning again, and gripped the pillow hard in her fists as Johnson continued fucking her.

Amber was rocking back and forth faster. She was moaning as well, but even so the slapping sounds her ass made as it smacked up against Johnson's groin as he fucked her harder were clearly audible.

"Watch this--she cums for the second time!" Johnson advised Kathleen.

Kathleen watched in fascination, realizing that Amber was cumming again. Once again she could see fluid dripping around Johnson's cock.

"Does she--does she squirt?" Kathleen asked, breathing hard.

"Yep--she cums really hard."

Amber collapsed forward with a sigh until she was laying flat on the bed prostate. Johnson's gently caressed her backside as her breathing relaxed. After a few minutes, she got back on her hands and knees.

"Here it comes," Johnson whispered to Kathleen.

Amber looked around at her boyfriend.

"Johnson?"

"Yes babe?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass."

"Are you sure babe?"

"Yes, I want to try it. Just promise me you'll stop if I ask--okay?"

"You got it babe," Johnson said. He reached into the drawer of his end table and found some lubrication.

"Crouch down a little--that's it," he directed her.

Amber knelt down on the bed until her thighs were resting on her calves. Her front was completely prostate on the bed, her head buried in the pillows.

Johnson knelt on the bed behind her and gently started lubricating her. He put a huge glob of Astroglide in her ass and guided his stiff cock up to her asshole. Gently and slowly, he pushed the head of his prick into her tight sphincter as he held her ass cheeks apart.

"Now, I want you to relax, and breathe deeply. I need to lubricate you real well. Then I'll go real slow, okay?" Johnson said on screen.

"Relax, sort of push out a little--like you're going to the bathroom--there you go," he coached.

Soon his cock was buried in Amber's ass up to the hilt.

"How does it feel babe?"

"Strange--really full, but it only hurts a little."

"You'll relax and stretch out a bit," he said, and gripping her hips, started sawing in and out slowly and gently.

"Oh babe--it's so hot and tight!" he moaned with pleasure.

Amber found she could move back and forth easier. It was starting to feel good, which surprised her. She started pushing herself back and forth.

"Oh God!" she whimpered.

Kathleen watched with lust and envy as Johnson fucked Amber's ass on the laptop screen. At the angle they faced the web cam, she could clearly see Johnson's cock plowing up into Amber's ass over and over. "Well, what do you think," Johnson asked her with a grin.

"Jesus, Johnson, now I want you to fuck me in the ass just like her!" Kathleen replied.

Soon they were in bed together, and Johnson was giving Kathleen the same treatment as Amber was getting in the clip they were watching. He held Kathleen's thighs up and apart as she sank her asshole down on his stiff cock. He used his hands to lower her up and down and she assisted with her legs. Kathleen pushed her ass back harder as Johnson fucked her. Her ass cheeks mashed up against his groin as he fucked her. She closed her eyes as she felt an orgasm welling up inside her.

The webcam caught it all from the front, as did other hidden cameras, which also showed them watching clips of Amber and Johnson having sex on the computer. As Johnson fucked her in the ass, Kathleen continued watch him doing the same to Amber on the computer screen. She was getting fucked in the same place on their bed.

Amber and Johnson flopped on their side, with Amber facing the webcam on the desk next to the bed.

"Ohhh, why does that feel so good?" Amber moaned aloud, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as Johnson held her left leg up with his palm under her thigh near the knee and continued plowing his cock in and out of her ass. With one hand, Amber reached down and stuck two of her fingers in her pussy and gripped her clit.

In a few minutes, Amber was screaming with pleasure as Johnson pumped harder. Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock out. Reaching down with his hand, he pumped his cock three times and sprayed a load of cum on Amber's hip where the camera would catch it.

Johnson's cell phone rang--the one that he used for Amber!

He was fucking Kathleen's ass while she was watching the computer screen in front of her!

"Better get it," he panted. Keeping one hand on Kathleen's waist, he grabbed the phone out of his khaki slacks on the bed with the other hand and flipped open his phone with his thumb.

"Yeah?" he answered the phone.

Kathleen could vaguely hear Amber's voice on the cell phone as Johnson continued fucking her, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure, but the thought that Johnson' was fucking her in the ass while he talked to Amber on the phone excited her.

"Nothing--just visiting with Kat," he replied into the phone, as he continued pumping his cock in and out of Kathleen's ass. He clapped his other hand over Kathleen's mouth to muffle her moans.

"You're almost home? Pulling into the driveway? Okay, see you in 5."

Johnson snapped the phone closed and started pumping faster. Within seconds he was squirting his hot load in Kathleen bowels as she started screaming with pleasure. He had barely finished ejaculating when the two pulled away and hurriedly dressed.

Johnson snapped his laptop shut and pulled his pants back on. He heard the sound of Amber's truck door shutting outside in the parking lot. Kathleen quickly smoothed out the comforter on the bed and ran to the bathroom, and Johnson hurried out to the front room, combing his hair, and had the TV turned on and sat in the easy chair just as he heard Amber opening the door.

Amber came into the apartment. She walked over and bent down to kiss Johnson, and then pulled off her backpack and tossed it on the floor by the sofa.

"Um--you're sweaty," Amber commented.

"Yeah, I was working out," Johnson replied.

"Working out? I thought you were visiting Kathleen?"

"Oh she came--came over--just a few minutes ago. I think she went to the bathroom."

Amber heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door opened up. The bathroom had given Kathleen a few precious seconds to finish dressing, straightening her hair up, and thinking of a good excuse for her visit.

"Hey Kathleen, what's happening?"

"Not much, I brought you something you might want," she replied.

"Um--in the bedroom?" she added.

Amber led Kathleen into the bedroom and they both sat down on the side of the bed next to the desk. Kathleen hoped the smell of sex wasn't too obvious.

Kathleen pulled the dildo out of her purse that she had used to teach Amber blowjob basics with.

"I got a new one--I thought you might want it," she said.

Amber giggled and her face turned red. "Oh, that's okay," she demurred.

"Oh go on and take it!" Kathleen told her. You never know when you might need it."

"Alright, but with Johnson around--I definitely don't need it!" Amber replied. "At least I don't have to worry about him being unfaithful! He's too busy with me!"

"Amber, did you--uh, you know..."

"Did he fuck me in the ass?" Amber giggled. "Yes, we did."

"Did you like it?"

"It's the most amazing thing. I thought I would hate it, but I loved it. Am I perverted?" she asked.

"No! Lot's of girls like it. I like it too. I told you that didn't I?" Kathleen replied as she felt some of Johnson's cum leaking out of her ass.

"Yeah, you sure did. Kathleen did you just come to visit or what?"

"Oh, I also wanted to tell you some good news in person," Kathleen responded, improvising.

"Okay, spit it out," Amber said enthusiastically.

"I have a new boyfriend."

Amber squealed with excitement. "Who?!"

"Brian Michaels."

"I thought he was dating Heather Thompson?" Amber replied, puzzled.

"No, they broke up."

"Why?"

"Uh, someone was playing around," Kathleen responded cautiously. She didn't want to tell Amber that the someone was her and Brian.

"Really? That's too bad. Isn't it hard to trust Brian after that?" Amber asked.

"No, Heather just wasn't giving him what he needed. Besides, Brian and I--it's different. We can both be with other people. It's an open relationship," Kathleen responded.

"But, what--uh, how is it even a relationship then?"

It wasn't really--they just fucked occasionally, but Kathleen felt she needed to improvise to explain why she came over and couldn't think of anything better at the moment. But it could be a problem if Amber expected Brian to be hanging around her all the time, so she had to downplay it a little bit.

"Well, we're number one to each other, and we date and spend our time with each other more than with anyone else, but we can stay free and stay ourselves--as long as it's in the open and we don't keep secrets from each other. It's kind of like having the advantages of a relationship without the disadvantages."

Amber didn't think so, but she decided to bite her tongue and not say anything else. However, Kathleen's open relationship made her think of Johnson's past infidelity.

"Promise me, pleasepleaseplease. I beg you--if you ever find out Johnson's being unfaithful to me, you'll let me know?"

Kathleen held her hands up with her palms out. "Hey, I don't want to get in the middle of anything, and I'm nobody's spy!"

"Please!"

Kathleen was silent for a minute. What would it hurt to agree and tell Amber what she wanted to hear?

"Okay, I will."

Amber breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, she added cautiously. You wouldn't, would you?"

Kathleen looked at her sharply. "Amber, I may have that one time at the party when we were both drunk and stoned, but I gave you my promise."

"Besides, Brian and I have a deal--we have to be in the open about anyone else we have sex with. No sneaking around," Kathleen lied.

Amber felt relieved. Even though Kathleen had betrayed her once before, she felt her friend was being honest with her this time.

The next day Johnson met with a representative of Sunshine Communications at the Rusty Pelican--a waterfront restaurant. Johnson shook Mike Hamilton's hand and slid into the booth across from him. They had chosen the restaurant for it's high-backed booths which afforded a lot of privacy. The waitress came and took their orders, after she left, Mike turned to Johnson.

"Well Johnson, the clips and stills you've provided so far are pretty impressive. I agree that she's something special. But if we're going to really hit paydirt, we need more. Here's the situation with the marketplace. You have literally thousands of beautiful young women fucking and sucking on the Internet for free. That's pretty tough to compete with."

Johnson just nodded--he was here mainly to listen.

"First, we've got to get more variety--other guys, maybe some threesomes, lesbian scenes, etc."

Johnson thought hard. How in the world was he going to trick Amber into all this?

But Mike wasn't done.

"Second, before we do anything else, and before we pay for anything, or sign anything, she's got to sign this legal consent form, and you need to have her produce two forms of ID in front of a notary public to prove she's legal."

Johnson was bewildered as Mike slid a multi-page document over to him. And how in the world would he pull this off?

"Third, she needs to distinguish herself somehow. She's a knock-out, there's no doubt about that--but that's not enough. As I said, there's thousands of hot chicks that anyone can watch for free on the Internet. We've got to find a way to make her stick out more."

Johnson left the meeting discouraged. How in the world would he do all this?

Kathleen rolled off Johnson and sighed. She purred with pleasure as Johnson's cum dribbled out of her cunt.

"Well, did you talk her into it?" Johnson asked.

"It's kind of hard to do that if you haven't asked her yet, but I think I planted the idea. It's up to you to help it take root. What's your plan tiger?" Kathleen responded.

"I'm not sure--I'm afraid to even bring it up with her. She's likely to freak out," Johnson said.

"I think that's a pretty good prediction."

"Well dammit, I need to get more variety with her. I can't be the only one she ever sucks or fucks if I really want to capitalize on this thing. I need more clips."

Kathleen thought for a minute.

"Didn't Kyle's girlfriend dump him a few months ago?"

"More like he dumped her."

"Does Amber know that?"

Johnson thought for a minute. I think she just knows that he doesn't have a girlfriend any more," he replied.

"Would Kyle like a blowjob from Amber---never mind--that's a stupid question. Look, here's what you do--you just get Kyle to go along with it which should be the easy part, then you give Julie a big sob story, about how Kyle's heart is broken and he hasn't been laid in months. Tell her he's getting desperate and is really starting to hurt in his balls and needs relief. At first she'll be pissed that you would ask it of her, but later she'll probably come to me and ask me for advice, and I'll encourage her. Maybe that will get things started as far as variety--get her foot in the door, and it might be easier later."

"That might work," Johnson said chewing it over in his mind. "The only thing about Kyle--I know it will be no problem getting him to go along with getting a blowjob from Amber, but I'm not sure he'll agree to everything else," Johnson said.

"He will. He has a huge man-crush on you--he'll do whatever you want. And besides--come on--this is Amber we're talking about. I don't think you're going to find very many members of the male sex who would refuse to fuck her. That's the least of your worries--finding guys willing to fuck her."

Johnson laughed.

"After she gives Kyle a blowjob, that might open the door to a threesome," Kathy suggested. "So, what else did Mike say?"

"Something to make her different."

"What does he mean? Different in what way? She's already gorgeous."

"That's not enough he said. Something to make her different--not just beautiful."

Kathleen thought about it for a minute. She thought of one of her friends--Cinnabar.

"Maybe a tattoo?"

Johnson thought for a minute. "I don't know Kat. There's a lot of porn stars who have tattoos. Quite a lot of them."

"It can't be just any tattoo--it has to be spectacular--maybe erotic."

"Kat you are brilliant! I know a guy--I'll talk to him."

Johnson was excited now. He was pacing back and forth.

"Kat, how in the world am I going to get her to do it? It was hard as Hell getting her to pierce her tongue and belly."

"I need to think about that more--but I think we can do it. Don't you have a birthday coming up?"

"Great idea--I'll ask her as a birthday gift..."

"No," Kathleen interrupted. "The idea of a birthday gift has to be hers. Ask for it, but not as a birthday gift--suggest it as something for her for now. We'll have to work on it."

"I'll plant the idea, and I think we need to have her meet my friend Cinnabar."

"Cinnabar? Who's she?" Johnson asked.

"She's a friend of mine--she's met Amber in a class or two. She's got a gorgeous tattoo on her back. She's also openly bisexual and I know for a fact she lusts over Amber."

"Really?"

"Anyway, here's the plan: I'll have a party, and make sure Cinnabar is there. I'll make sure she wears a top where her tattoo shows--that should be easy, since she usually dresses that way anyway, and you and the other guys will pay lots of attention to Cinnabar and her tattoo. Amber will get jealous--and that will make her more receptive to the idea"




Amber Butterfly Ch. 02



"Great idea, Johnson said with admiration. "Now how about the contract--it has to be notarized!"

"That's no big deal--there's plenty of notaries out there--there's one at the check-cashing place down the street. You just pay a little bit of money."

"But how can I get her to sign it? She's going to ask what it's for."

"You lie of course. Let's take a look at it."

Johnson handed her the stapled packet of legal-sized pages filled with double-spaced legalese. Kathleen looked through it for a few minutes.

"You know, she may not even be able to tell what this is for, and she may not even read it. You should be able to trick her. What you have to do is get her to believe this is for something different."

"Like what?"

Kathleen bit her lip, thinking more. "This mentions the Internet a lot, so she'll spot that in the contract. Why not start a website? A friend of mine did. Just one that is for your friends and family. He has one that has pictures of his house, his family, his pets, and so on..."

"Kind of like Facebook?"

"Yeah, but not on Facebook. She's not very computer savvy. You'll have to tell her how it's different and you can do more things. So you start one, and feed her a bunch of bullshit that you and her have to sign disclaimers for it."

Johnson was practically hopping up and down with excitement.

"Kat, you are a genius!" he bent over and kissed her.

She grinned and grabbed his cock. "Well, why don't you reward me for it again?" she purred, stroking his stiffening prick. "We have about 20 minutes before Amber comes home."

"He wants you to get WHAT?" Diana yelled.

"A TATTOO!" Amber replied.

"No way babe--that's permanent. You're beautiful just the way you are. He has no right to ask something like that from you!" Diana told her emphatically.

"Don't worry--I told him to forget it," Amber replied. She wasn't surprised by Diana's response. Diana was always negative about Johnson anyway. Amber adored Diana, but sometimes her friend's negativity about her boyfriend was annoying. She didn't want to tell Diana, but she was secretly considering Johnson's request.

"Have you ever thought about getting one?"

"Huh?" Diana asked.

"A tattoo."

"Oh--no. I'm Jewish you know, and tattoos are definitely not kosher. I don't really even believe in God, but I'm still Jewish in my very pores. I would never consider it."

Amber was quiet for a moment.

"My family wouldn't like it," Amber acknowledged. If she got a tattoo for Johnson, it would have to be in a place where her family would never see it.

"Is he going to pay for it?"

"Huh?"

"Is he going to pay for the tattoo? They can cost quite a bit you know--depending on how big they are."

"I don't know," Amber squirmed uncomfortably. She decided to switch tracks. Diana's questions made her feel uncomfortable.

"Johnson's doing something really neat though, Amber gushed. "He's starting a website for us. We're going to put our lives on it. Diana, do you realize what this means? He is really committed to our relationship! Maybe when we finish college we'll get married!"

Amber was disappointed to see the expression on Diana's face.

"Diana, I really love Johnson. I know you don't like him, but if you want to be my friend, you're going to have to accept him."

"Amber, I'm sorry. I don't mean to diss your boyfriend, I just care about you and I worry."

Amber melted. "Oh sweetheart! Don't worry. Johnson wouldn't hurt me."

Diana bit her lip. She was about to remind Amber of his dalliance with her backstabbing friend Kathleen, but she was afraid of alienating Amber.

"Come on, let's get out of here and go work out at the gym," Amber suggested.

After classes, Amber met with Kathleen in the Student Union Building.

"Kat--he wants me to get a tattoo! Do you think I should?"

"Why not? They're common. I have one myself," Kathleen replied.

"You do? I never knew. Can I see it?" Amber asked.

"Sure."

With that, Kathleen stood up and turned around and pulled up her top a little bit in back to reveal her lower back tattoo.

Amber bent closer to get a good look at the interweaving lines on Kathleen's back.

"What is it supposed to be?" Amber asked.

"I don't really know exactly--some sort of Celtic design I think. I just picked it out at the tattoo shop."

"So you think I should get one?" Amber asked as Kathleen sat back down.

"Maybe--It's up to you," Kathleen replied. "It's no big deal though--lots of people have tattoos nowadays--it's common."

The two girls ate in silence for a few minutes.

"By the way," Kathleen said, "I thought I might get Johnson a small gift for his birthday--what do you think I should get?"

"Oh jeez--I hadn't thought too much about it. Let me think about that," Amber begged off.

Amber finished her lunch thinking furiously. She was embarrassed that she hadn't even thought about Johnson's birthday--and yet her friend, who was only a friend to Johnson, had remembered before her. She determined to get something special for her boyfriend's birthday. What WOULD she get?

"Hey," Kathleen popped out again--interrupting Amber's thoughts, "You and Johnson are invited to a party Saturday. My friend Cinnabar is having a party in her new apartment. Are you and Johnson coming?"

"Hmmm--oh--a party--um sure," Amber replied, lost in thought.

Later that afternoon, when Amber came back from her last class, Johnson was on the computer.

"Guess what babe," he announced. "I've started work on our web site for us."

He showed her the site. He clicked on a hyperlink showing their apartment, then another showing members of his family, their cars, and so on.

Amber was enthralled. "This is terrific. Can anyone see it?"

"No--we can't actually post it up. I thought I would just set it up to see what it would look like."

"Why can't we put it up?" Amber asked with a puzzled expression.

"Well, I have to work through this company to do it, and they won't do it unless we sign a legal release."

"So maybe we should forget about it. How is it any better than Facebook?"

"This does a lot more--we would have more control over it for one thing."

"Let's do it!" Amber bubbled enthusiastically.

"Okay, I'll get the paperwork later, but we have to get it notarized."

In this way, without realizing what she was doing, Amber gave Sunshine Communications total rights to any digital media files of her.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 03



Chapter 03 Metamorphosis

That week they went to Cinnabar's party. Kathleen met them at their apartment and went with them to show them how to get there.

The door opened, and a beautiful red-haired co-ed opened the door. Kathleen introduced Johnson and Amber to Cinnabar.

Cinnabar had reddish-brown hair, freckles and green eyes, and what appeared to be an almost constant smirk--or at least that's what Amber thought.

Amber felt out of place almost immediately. In an effort to try to get her to relax, Johnson tried to get her to drink, but Amber was not in the mood for beer. He finally found a bottle of wine which was acceptable, and he endeavored to keep her glass filled.

Amber was fascinated by Cinnabar. There was something about the coed that was wild and exotic. The woman wore skimpy enough clothing. Low-cut no-waist jeans that revealed a whale tail in back, and a light tank top with spaghetti straps holding it up over C-cup breasts. Amber noticed she had a large tattoo on the back of her shoulder, a tattoo of a peacock. She watched as Johnson touched her tattooed shoulder and started talking to her. 

Amber felt a surge of jealousy and walked up to them. She drew Johnson away on some pretext, and stayed at his side for a while. Later, when Johnson was talking to one of his friends, she went to refill her wine and found herself behind Cinnabar again. She found herself staring at Cinnabar's tattooed shoulder, and then she was reaching up and touching the tattoo, which made Cinnabar spin around. 

"Oh sorry," Amber said, somewhat buzzed from the wine. "I noticed your tattoo and I was curious about it."

Cinnabar looked at her quietly for a moment.

"Do you want a closer look at it?" Cinnabar asked with a smile.

"Sure," Amber replied nervously. 

Cinnabar led her to one of the bedrooms, and closed the door behind them. With a smile on her lips, Cinnabar turned around, and reached down and pulled her tank top up and over her head. Amber was surprised to see that the young woman was not wearing a bra--she wondered briefly why she had not realized earlier, given Cinnabar's top. Amber looked at the elaborate peacock tattoo and forgot her embarrassment at the other woman's partial nudity. She was amazed at how intricate and detailed it was. She was so close she could smell the other woman's shampooed hair. 

Cinnabar turned around, looking into Amber's eyes, inches away from her own.

"So what do you think?" she asked softly.

"Uh, very--very beautiful," Amber whispered, her voice caught in her throat for a moment. Why was she feeling nervous?

"Are you thinking of getting one?" Cinnabar asked.

Amber nodded, trying not to look at Cinnabar's bare breasts.

"Where are you going to get it done?"

Amber thought for a moment.

"Wherever my boyfriend wants I guess--as long as it doesn't show when I'm wearing shorts and a short-sleeve shirt."

Cinnabar smiled.

"I have another tattoo. Do you want to see it too?"

Amber nodded.

Looking Amber in the eyes, Cinnabar undid her pants and pulled her pants and down as Amber gaped at her.

"Geez--I didn't mean, I didn't..." Amber stuttered.

"It's okay," Cinnabar said quietly, as she hooked her thumbs in her thong panties and pulled those down as well.

Amber watched with her mouth open as Cinnabar stepped out of her panties and turned around.

"Look down," Cinnabar instructed her.

Amber looked down, and on Cinnabar's ass there was a tattoo of a rose.

"Why don't you take a closer look," Cinnabar suggested.

Amber knelt down and took a closer look. The tattoo was well-defined and detailed. She could see the details in the petals. Why did she feel a sudden urge to kiss it?

Cinnabar suddenly turned around and Amber suddenly found her face to face with Cinnabar's public mound.

Amber stood up quickly, nearly stumbling as she did so.

"Uh, I need to find Johnson," she stammered. 

Amber started for the door, but stopped suddenly when Cinnabar grasped her wrist and spun her back around. Amber found herself in Cinnabar's arms. Cinnabar walked her backward a few steps toward and suddenly Cinnabar's lips were pressed against her own. She felt Cinnabar's tongue slip into her mouth and begin kissing her feverishly. 

Cinnabar's hands wrapped around her, one hand slipping down to Amber's ass, the other wrapped around her waist. She felt Amber's fingers slip under her jeans and panties and down to her ass cheek, the other hand slipped under her top.

Cinnabar pulled her hand out from the inside of Amber's jeans and undid the snap to her jeans in front, the whole time her other hand was caressing and gently pinching Amber's nipple. She slipped her hand down in the front of Amber's jeans and ran her fingers along Amber's sopping slit through her filmy panties. Cinnabar's lips moved to her neck, and licked and sucked gently up and down Amber's throat. Amber opened her mouth in protest only to have Cinnabar's lips once again cover her own, kissing her passionately until Amber was out of breath.

"I--I'm not into this sort of thing," she gasped.

Cinnabar's lips were still close to her own. "Is that why your pussy is so wet?" she whispered.

"I--I have to find Johnson," she said--more assertively this time, and reached down to open the doorknob. 

Cinnabar stepped to the side and let Amber leave the room. 

Johnson placed his hand on Amber's head as she bobbed up and down on his stiff prick. He laid back on the bed and relaxed as he felt his cum start to well up.

Amber grasped his stiff cock and stroked it. Then she stopped and licked the head of his prick, teasing the slit at the tip as she gripped him somewhat hard around the base, to keep him from cumming too soon. 

When she realized the threat of his eruption had subsided for the moment, she took the head of his cock back into her mouth and started moving her lips up and down again. Moaning around his cock. She paused to look up at his face as she ran her lips up and down the side of his cock.

Then she opened her mouth wide and plunged down as far as she could, pausing when she felt her nose push up against his pubic hair. She paused for a moment, breathing through her nose, and then started stroking and bobbing her head up and down faster. Slurping sounds filled the room as his cock plunged in and out of her wet mouth. She moaned with pleasure around his cock as it slipped back and forth between her lips. She loved sucking Johnson's cock so much. It felt fantastic when he came in her mouth, or sprayed his load on her face. It made her feel so hot. 

When she felt his cock flex in her mouth and heard him moan, she paused again, gripping his cock around the base again, and started licking the underside. His cock was so hard it almost felt like the hard dildo Kathleen had given her.

Johnson couldn't stand it anymore. His balls were aching and he needed to cum so bad. He looked down as she started bobbing her head up and down on his cock again. Her head was tilted a little to the side, and he could clearly see the outline of his cock pushing her cheek out. She was moaning and jerking his cock hard with her hand as she moved her head up and down. Then maddeningly, she stopped again! He reached down and grasped her head, trying to force her head back down. 

Amber slapped his head away as she stroked him gently, enough to tease him, but kept her grip and didn't let him cum.

"Amber--please, let me cum," he gasped.

She smiled at him and decided it was time. As much as she loved giving head, she knew he couldn't last forever. She pushed her head down and sucked him hard, bobbing her head furiously. taking him in deep. At the same time, she eased here grip around the base of his prick and stroked him hard. She knew he was going to cum hard and wanted to see it, so she pulled her head off just as she felt the cum racing through his cock.

She started pumping hard and watched in amazement as a stream of jism flew up in the air, actually splattering on the ceiling. Then she decided she wanted the rest in her mouth. She hurriedly took the head of his cock back in her mouth, and felt the hot pulses of cum spray hard in the back of her throat as she continued stroking his cock. She swallowed him easily as shot after shot spurted out of his cock, but she managed to swallow all of it.

She gently stroked him, trying to milk every last drop out. Finally, his softening prick slipped out of her lips, and she rubbed it on her face, reveling in the feel of his cum spread all over her face. She smiled up at Johnson as she saw the relief on his face. 

She curled up beside him. She was hot to be fucked, but she could wait for him to recover. She talked with him for a while, asking him about his classes, what he wanted for dinner tomorrow, and how Kyle and his other friends were doing. Finally, she brought up the issue of his birthday. When he was vague and unspecific about what he wanted, she sat up and looked him in the eyes.

"Johnson, do you see us as being a long-term relationship?"

"Huh?" he asked, taken by surprise.

"I'm not pushing marriage--it's too early, and I don't think either of us is ready--but I've been thinking about you wanting me to get a tattoo, and that's permanent. I need to know that what we have isn't just a short-term relationship," she explained.

He considered his words carefully. "Well, I didn't think of it that way when I asked you to move in with me."

Johnson wasn't sure how to answer this. He thought for a minute. He couldn't very well tell her what his real goals were, but he realized what she wanted to hear though, in order to feel safe about getting a tattoo.

"I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you mean. I don't see a future without you."

She smiled broadly at him.

"Okay Johnson. I'll do it. It will be my birthday gift to you."

"What?"

"The tattoo. I'll get one just for you. You can even pick out the design--anything you want. I'll even pay for it. There's only one condition: it has to be covered and out of sight when I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt that covers my back and belly. It can't be on my legs, arms, face, or anywhere that would show wearing a normal shorts and short sleeve shirts. The rest of my body is your canvas, Rembrandt." 

"Anything?" He asked again.

"I'm all yours anyway babe. Besides, you're the only one who's going to see it. I just have to make sure my family doesn't find out. They--they just wouldn't understand. They would freak out. Trust me on that one. They can't know about it ever--okay?"

He nodded.

"I understand--nowhere on your legs or arms, or neck or head. I promise," he assured her.

"Also, it has to be done over spring break. I've read that they can take a lot of time, and I don't have the time to spend during school--with my job, a full load of classes, and cooking and cleaning around here," she added.

He nodded again. He would have to figure something out with that. He wanted a large, elaborate, sexy tattoo. He knew enough about them to realize that what he had in mind could take weeks, maybe even months if done the normal way.

"I'm sure we can make that work," he promised.

"That's perfect," she said, realizing that would give her time to get the money together. She wasn't sure if she would have enough money to fund it, but she would think of something.

Amber drove a small but neat little pick-up truck--a black Chevy S10--a gift she had received from her foster grandmother when she graduated from High School. She loved the truck dearly, but that week she sold it, and then she had the money for her gift to Johnson.

Johnson spent the time before spring break well. He worked with Kathleen, who had some talent with art. Kathleen started a sketch of the tattoo. She started by suggesting a line of flowers across her lower back, but after they discussed it, they realized something more dramatic was needed. They studied pictures of Amber's naked backside taken by Johnson's hidden cameras.

Kathleen had to admit that Amber had a gorgeous figure, and a world class ass. Her smooth, nicely curved ass narrowed up to her thin waist and spread out again up to her shoulders.

"It should be something that covers a good part of her backside," she commented.

Johnson agreed, but what? 

After a week of research, Kathleen sent a text message one evening to Johnson, saying that she had it. She emailed him a picture of a butterfly fairy she had drawn. Johnson liked it. 

She sketched a long vine with flowers which ran up the right side of her back, and spread out across her shoulders, and down at the bottom continued down to the right side of her ass. The vine had plenty of flowers and butterfly fairies.

Johnson looked at it with admiration. 

"I think we've got it."

Johnson wanted a tattoo shop where they could get the tattoo he wanted for Amber for a price that would fit her budget, and it had to be done quickly. Most tattoo shops could not do it. Finally Johnson went to Red Dragon Tattoos and Body Piercing. The owner, Tommy, shook his head.

"No way--that's a highly detailed tattoo. I would need all summer to do it, and it would cost twice as much as what your budget allows."

Kathy had continued working on the design, and it had become a highly detailed and erotic design, with numerous nude fairies with butterfly wings.

Johnson was just about to leave, when Tommy stopped him.

"Hey man, I know of these Chinese dudes. They're brothers from some tribe in Taiwan I think. They'll probably only be here for another month, so you better move quick. The word on the street is that they are really good, and cost a lot less. They can also do the job really quickly, but they're kind of shady. They're hard to find, and I bet they're illegal, which is why they're pretty cheap considering the quality work they do. I've seen it--it's amazing. I'm just glad they're not legit, or they'd probably put me out of business."

"Where can I find them?" Johnson asked excitedly. 

Kathleen and Johnson found the place. It wasn't easy. They had to ask for the Fang Brothers in a Chinese restaurant, then they were directed to another place, a small Chinese store, where at first a young Chinese woman denied any knowledge of the Fang Brothers, until Johnson said that Tommy at Red Dragon had sent them. 

When he said that, the young woman shut up and looked over at an old Chinese man sitting in the corner of the store behind the sales counter. He nodded at her, and she led them up a flight of stairs in the back of the store. They were shown into a room and told to wait. After a few minutes, two Chinese men walked into the room, followed by the young woman. They were apparently twin brothers, and did not speak English. The young woman acted as the translator. 

Johnson showed them Kathleen's sketch, and negotiated a price through the young Chinese woman. It would take all Amber had from the sale of her truck for the size and detail of the tattoo. The brothers had some suggestions and asked for pictures of Amber. Johnson gave them some nude photos of her backside and one of her face.

One unusual request they had though, was that Amber drink a medicinal tea that would make her sleep. In order to do their job quickly and well, they needed her to be completely unconscious so that she would not move or require breaks, or feel any pain which would be substantial due to the large area being tattooed in such a short period of time. If she agreed to that, they could do the job in several all-night sessions. Payment had to be in cash.

Johnson agreed, and he went home to discuss it with Amber.

"Something like this," Johnson said, showing Amber the sketch of the tattoo.

Amber stared at it. It would be extensive, covering much of her shoulder and backside, and part of her ass. She had expected something about like Cinnabar's peacock, or Kathleen's Celtic design. But she had to admit, it fell within the parameters she had set.

"I don't know--it's a lot more than I expected."

"So are you going back on your promise?"

"No! It's okay, let's do it."

Spring break started the following week, and for the next few days, Amber had a sick feeling in her stomach. But she had promised, and intended to keep her promise. How would Johnson feel if she reneged on her birthday gift to him? Would he ever trust her again? 

Friday night before spring break, Johnson drove her downtown to where the Fang brothers had set up shop in the floor above the Chinese restaurant. After paying the brothers, Amber was given a strange-tasting green tea to drink. After she drank it down, Johnson took her behind a curtain and helped her strip and lay down on gurney face down. Then she fell asleep.

As she lay there asleep, naked on the table, Johnson had a sudden inspiration.

"Make the fairies nude!" he said, as the Chinese woman came in with two men behind her. "And erotic!" 

The woman translated to the two brothers who nodded as the woman guided him out of the room.

When Amber woke up, she had a headache and her back and shoulders felt like they were on fire. She was alone in the room. The morning light was peeking through the curtains in a small window near her. There were bandages covering large areas of her back and shoulder. The curtain parted and Johnson entered the room. He helped her up gently helped her dress, and took her home.

"The bandages can come off in 24 hours, then the area can be cleaned," he told her. "They gave me some sort of ointment that we're supposed to apply to the tattoos for the next few days--or at least until they stop seeping and hurting." 

Amber didn't feel well, and spent most of the day huddled in bed on her side, watching TV. Johnson spent most of the day on the computer. 

That night, they drove back to the restaurant again. Amber felt a cold feeling in her stomach. She really hated doing this. It hurt and made her feel sick. She wasn't sure if the sick feeling was from the tea they gave her to make her sleep, the trauma of so much tattoo work on her skin in such a short time, her body's reaction to the ink, or if it was just psychological, but at least doing it this way would only take a few more nights. 

Once again, she drank the tea and fell asleep naked on the gurney, and woke up hours later, again feeling sore on her back, but this time lower down. This time there were bandages on her lower back and side.

The Chinese girl helped her get dressed, and Johnson arrived as she finished dressing and drove her home.

Later that morning, after Amber ate, Johnson took her into the bathroom and carefully peeled off the bandages from the first night, and carefully sponged them off. 

He stood and looked at her tattoos for a moment.

"Wow," he said finally.

"Does it look okay?" she asked, worried.

"Incredible," he said.

She asked for him to bring a mirror to the bathroom so she could use it with the bathroom mirror to take a look. 

She surveyed the flowers on a vine with butterflies.

"Johnson, those naked women with butterfly wings--it's more than I thought it would b-be...," she stammered. Amber had not expected that the fairies would be naked. Kathleen's sketch had just had their outline.

"Yes, they did a nice job, didn't they?"

Amber had to admit it looked good, but she couldn't get a very good look with the mirrors. Johnson helped her cover her bandaged areas with plastic wrap to keep them dry and then he left her alone to take a shower. When she finished, Johnson smeared the ointment the Fang brothers had given him liberally over the tattooed area.

The process continued for a few nights, with the tattoos moving steadily down her backside--each morning, she would wake up with a new area bandaged, and later that morning, Johnson would carefully peel off bandages on areas further up her back. The process moved slowly and painfully down her back. Soon just one more night remained. 




Amber Butterfly Ch. 03



That last night Johnson took her back for the final tattooing session. When she woke up Johnson was waiting for her. This time there was bandage over most of her ass on the right side, across her lower back, and to her surprise, around part of her thigh near where her crotch was.

She was confused. "I thought this was just going to be on my backside?" 

"Lijuan suggested making the flower vine wrap around one thigh. I thought it might be a nice touch," he answered.

Amber wasn't sure she liked all these changes, but it was Johnson's birthday gift and she told him he could have any tattoo he wanted, as long as it wouldn't be visible when she wore shorts and a t-shirt, so she didn't feel she could object at this point--especially since it was too late anyway. Still, it was sore, and it hurt to sit down.

At the apartment, Johnson removed the bandages from the previous night and again carefully sponged off the seeping from the new tattoo and then applied more ointment for her.

"How does it look?" she asked.

"Incredible. I can't wait to see the whole thing."

"Good," she replied. She was glad that it made him happy. She hoped it was worth the sale of her truck to pay for it.

Her cell phone rang. It was Kathleen.

"Hey kiddo," Kathleen began. "How'd the tattoos come out?"

"Johnson says they turned out good. But the last bandages won't come off until tomorrow, and I've only gotten a brief look so far. It's hard to see in the mirror."

"Why don't I come over tomorrow when you take the bandages off? I can film your tattoos with my camcorder, then we can upload it on Johnson's computer so you can see what we see."

"Sounds good, I'll see you tomorrow," Amber replied.

Afterwards, Johnson cleaned off the parts of her tattoos that were no longer bandaged. Johnson fought hard against his erection. He didn't want to fuck Amber again until the last bandages were off. Although he was using her, he didn't want to appear insensitive to her. After he sponged her off in the bathroom and left her to finish cleaning herself, he got the small present he had found for her. If was an amulet, in a wrapped box.

When Amber came out of the bathroom, he looked at her in amazement. He shook his head--her beauty continued to astonish him, even after months of living together. 

"Got a present for you," he said. "Just something to show you how much I appreciate your getting that tattoo--something I saw that seemed to fit you perfectly."

Amber opened the small rectangular gift-wrapped box. She could already tell it was a necklace of some sort by the size and shape of the box, but she was breathless with anticipation. She ripped off the wrapping paper, opened the lid off the box and peered inside.

Amber gasped with astonishment. Inside the box was a pendant. It was an actual butterfly encased in an oval gold-colored stone. She looked closely at the butterfly.

"Is it real?" she asked in wonder.

"This is a stone called amber, in case you're not familiar with your name sake," Johnson explained, repeating what he had been told by the dealer. 

"It's created from ancient tree resin, which dripped from trees and sometimes fell on top of insects. It hardened, and eventually became buried and hardened into stone by heat and pressure. This one could be millions of years old."

"My God, this must have been expensive!"

Johnson shrugged. It had indeed been expensive, but it was so perfect. Amber was fascinated, and truly touched. She looked up at Johnson with love and tears in her eyes. She leaped forward and embraced him, kissing him passionately. 

Johnson broke off the kiss. "Let me put it on you."

She turned around and Johnson lifted up her hair and clasped the chain behind her neck.

"Let's take a couple of pictures with you wearing it," he suggested.

He dug out his digital camera and Amber posed for a few photos, taking a few moments between each shot to kiss Johnson more. She started removing her clothes between each picture. 

Johnson's cock was so stiff he could barely stand it. When they embraced again, and Amber stopped and looked down, then she looked up into his eyes. Without speaking another word, she pulled off her robe, and he took another picture, featuring Amber's beautiful face and magnificent tits, with the amber pendant dangling just above and between them. Then she sank to her knees in front of him and pulled his stiff cock out of his pants. Looking up at him with a smile, she took his throbbing prick between her lips. 

The next day, Kathleen came over, the three students opened up some beer. After drinking and talking for a while, they went into the bathroom, and Amber pulled down her pants. Johnson eased the underwear down and carefully pulled off the bandages and threw them in the garbage. Before looking at the tattoo, he carefully sponged off the newer tattoos. 

He then pulled her t-shirt up and over her head as she held up her arms to help. He looked at Amber's entire tattooed backside under the bright bathroom lights. 

Kathleen looked at her and gasped.

The tattoo was the most exquisitely detailed, beautiful and erotic tattoo she had ever seen. The entire right side of Amber's back was covered by a flowered vine. The vine ran up and down her back. It spread out across her shoulders, narrowed somewhat at the waist, and branched off with a single vine across her lower back, and another that went serpent-like down her right ass cheek, and then curled around on the inside of her thigh very close to her crotch. The vine twisted sinuously up and down her back, with small branches twisting off in a highly complex manner, and all over it there were various flower blooms of different types and colors.

Most startling though, were the butterfly fairies. They were all over the vine, sitting on it, clinging on to it, or flying nearby. They were all nude women--small as a quarter, with some much larger, culminating in one that was as large as Johnson's outstretched palm on her right ass cheek. The fairies were in various poses, some in flight hovering near the vine, one was straddling the vine, her smooth legs dangling on either side, her round ass clearly visible. Others were on their hands and knees, their breasts dangling below them, their large colorful butterfly wings spread out above their arched backs. The detail was astonishing. She could see the teeth in their mouths, and individual strands of hair. 

Kathleen blinked and looked closer. Then she looked at the largest one on Amber's ass. There was no doubt about it. It was Amber! They were illustrated, nude, butterfly fairies and the one on Amber's ass had her lush figure and beautiful face!

Kathleen looked up and down again at the various butterfly fairies. One was straddling a branch, her legs kicking in the air. Another sat cross legged on another branch, bare breasts visible, bright colorful butterfly wings spread out behind her. At another spot, two of the fairies were tangled in a passionate embrace. The largest fairy, tattooed on Amber's ass, was on her hands and knees, breasts jutting out, ass high behind her, head turned with eyes looking straight out toward anyone who might be looking at it, with Amber's hair, facial features and eyes. 

The overall effect was incredibly erotic. Kathleen felt herself getting wet. She looked down at Johnson's pants. He had a boner as big as any she had ever seen.

"Well, what do you guys think?" Amber asked. "At least the pain is mostly gone."

When she got no response, she suggested they go to the bedroom. 

"You brought your digital camcorder didn't you?" she asked Kathleen.

"Uh, yeah," Kathleen answered.

Amber knelt on the bed with her back toward Kathleen. "Hurry up, I want to see what it looks like," she said over her shoulder.

Kathleen slowly panned her digital camcorder slowly up and down Amber's nude backside, then back up again, zooming in much closer, slowly filming the tattoo from close-up. 

When she finished, the three students gathered around Johnson's computer, as Kathleen plugged a USB cable into her camcorder, and Johnson downloaded and opened the media file.

Stood up and moved to the side as Amber got up on her knees on the bed and bent forward to look at Johnson's laptop.

Amber gasped as she saw the tattoo work on her back. She couldn't peel her eyes away. Kathleen noticed that her nipples were hard and her lips were open as she licked her lips. She seemed to be panting some. The girl was definitely getting horny. Kathleen turned the camcorder back on and started filming Amber's reaction.

Johnson moved up behind Amber's nude figure and reached around and grasped her breasts in his hands and started massaging them, tweaking her hard nipples between his fingers. He reached down with one hand and started stroking her moistening pussy with his finger. 

Amber whimpered and tilted her heard to the side as Johnson kissed her on the neck.

Amber felt dizzy and delirious. The room almost seemed to spin. She felt a wet feeling on her thigh and realized dimly through a haze of lust that her cunt was leaking lubrication. She turned to look at Johnson, suddenly overwhelmed with lust, and their lips locked.

Amber forgot that Kathleen was even in the room. She couldn't even remember it happening, but she pushed Johnson's silk boxer shorts down, and the two were writhing on the bed kissing. Amber squirmed around on top of Johnson. She reached down and grasped his stiff cock and with a moan, straddled him, and eased his cock inside her pussy. 

Johnson gasped as his cock slid up inside Amber's cunt. Kathleen moved in behind her to get a good shot. Amber's ass cheeks were flexing as they moved up and down, and she could clearly see Johnson's cock stretching Amber's cunt as she slid up and down. His cock was starting to glisten with her juices. 

Amber's whole back rippled as she worked her ass up and down on Johnson's stiff cock. The tattoo on her back rippled as well. Johnson reached around and grabbed Amber's ass cheeks as he helped move her up and down typically.

Kathleen watched through the camera, fascinated at what she was witnessing. She had seen plenty of porn on the internet, and had watched clips of Johnson and Amber before, but actually being present, with not just the sight right in front of her, but the sound and the smell of sex was so overwhelming she had to fight to hold the camera steady. She could feel her own pussy streaming, and she felt flushed in the cheeks. She fought hard against the impulse to bend over and lick Johnson's cock and Amber's pussy as he rammed in and out of her, but she really wanted to get this on film.

She zoomed in more on the actual penetration. Amber's asshole was clearly visible. Johnson's hands gripped Amber's ass hard as her muscular ass flexed in his grasp as she rocking back and forth. Her pussy lips stretched out each time she raised herself before plunging back down on Johnson's rock-hard prick. 

Amber's hair was already beginning to streak with sweat and she was moaning small cries of pleasure as Johnson's hands continued to move her hips up and down and as her pussy continued to slide up and down on Johnson's big cock. 

The two on the bed paused for a minute, as Johnson directed her to turn around. Realizing what he wanted, she paused and turned around, figuring he wanted to see her tattoo as he fucked her. She smiled and did so, and as she turned around she came face to face with Kathleen filming them. She was so horny though, that she couldn't stop, and felt a thrill of excitement realizing that they were not only being watched, but filmed.

Johnson's grasped her around the waist and started lifting her up and down. In this position, she fell backward toward him and his cock mashed her engorged clit against her pubis. She couldn't move up and down very effectively this way, but Johnson was strong enough to lift her up and down on her own. She was so delirious with pleasure that she felt incapable of even trying to stop or hide herself with Kathleen watching. She could only move and experience the pleasure. 

Amber felt an orgasm approaching and could not help but cry out in pleasure as Johnson continued lifting her up and down. She barely noticed as Kathleen moved closer and filmed her pussy moving up and down Johnson's cock. Somehow, it made her feel more excited realizing what Kathleen was doing.

What was happening to her? She wondered in the haze of delirium. She should be embarrassed and ashamed, but all she could feel was hot and horny, and at that moment, she wanted to fuck and to have an audience.

Once again, Johnson paused, this time lifted her up and off of his cock. She moaned in frustration, but he directed her to get on her hands and knees, and she dropped to her elbows and spread her knees in anticipation, her ass high in the air, just like the fairy tattooed on her ass.

Johnson got behind her, and holding his cock straight, speared into her wet pussy. His cock went all the way in easily on the first stroke, and then he held her hips and started powering in and out of her cunt. 

Kathleen moved from the foot of the bed to the side to get at a better angle to film his cock entering her pussy. Both Johnson and Amber were sweating with the effort. He grabbed a lock of her hair and grabbed her hip with his other hand to leverage her back and forth, pounding her hard. Kathleen's hands trembled some as she fought to hold the camera still. This was so hot! She zoomed in on Amber's ass with the beautiful naked butterfly fairy, which seemed to flap it's wings every time Johnson thrust into her, smacking his groin into her ass.

Smack, smack, smack, over and over he pounded into her. Amber was moaning with pleasure, arching her back as she pushed her haunches back to meet his thrusts. Kathleen moved forward to capture the expression on Amber's face as she hit another orgasm. Amber's sweaty hair swayed as she rocked back and forth. Her eyes were closed in concentration and her mouth was open with her moans and cries, which turned into a scream as she went over the top.

Kathleen slipped one hand under the waistband of her pants and panties and stroked herself. Within seconds, she orgasmed as well. 

Johnson was pounding hard, gasping for breath as he felt Amber's hot pussy juice flood around his cock. He was going to cum. Hearing his moans and realizing this, Amber pulled away swung around. 

"Cum in my mouth," she gasped up at Johnson.

Amber swooped down on Johnson's cock, slick with her own pussy juice, and started sucking like a woman possessed. Up and down her head bobbed on Johnson's cock, making loud slurping sounds. Kathleen focused the camera on Amber's lips, sliding up and down on Johnson's slick cock. Amber's cheeks hollowed out and then suddenly Johnson roared and thrust forward one last time. 

Amber's cheeks swelled up suddenly, and streaks of white cum suddenly raced out the corner of her mouth as she fought to swallow as fast as he pumped his cum into her throat. Kathleen could see Amber's throat bobbing up and down as she struggled to swallow the huge amount of jism that Johnson was capable of spraying.

She wasn't doing too bad at all, Kathleen thought. Kathleen knew what it was like to have Johnson cum inside her mouth. It could be quite a trick swallowing all of it if he was cumming hard, which he clearly was. She caught it all with her camcorder.

Johnson and Amber collapsed on their sides. Johnson was breathing hard after cumming so hard, and Amber was whimpering with pleasure, licking the wet head of his softening prick.

After a few minutes, Kathleen put the camcorder down and couldn't help but giggle. Amber suddenly became aware of her again and turned red in the face.

"Oh my God--I can't believe I did that!" Amber exclaimed.

Kathleen grinned. "It's okay--it was really hot actually."

"Kathleen, you've got to delete that file!"

Johnson sat up. "Not until I've had a chance to see it!"

"Johnson!" Amber yelled.

"Just for us," he said.

"Alright, but you have to promise me that you'll delete it!" Amber insisted. "I don't want that to wind up on the Internet!"

"Don't worry--I promise I'll delete it as soon as I email it to Johnson--okay?"

Amber breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I'm sorry Kathleen--but I've heard of so many horror stories."

"It's okay."

That night, Kathleen downloaded the clip to her computer and emailed it to Amber, and also to Johnson's email, and then deleted it from the chip in her camcorder as she promised, after making sure Johnson had a copy. As a precaution, she copied it on to her own laptop. 

Two days after school started up again, Amber was on the floor of the living room working out. She decided to tease Johnson, who was at the table with his laptop working on homework. Actually, that's what he told Amber he was doing. The truth was that he was working on editing the clip that Kathleen had filmed, but Amber didn't need to know that. He did a quick alt-tab as she came up to him at the kitchen table before she came around and saw the screen.

Amber stood before him naked.

"Do you want to do some stretching exercises with me?" she asked.

"Later, I've got to get this paper done," he demurred. 

"Okay, " she said.

She had a mat she folded out, bending over as she did so. She started by bending over, with her legs straight, all the way until her palms were flat on the floor. Then she stood up, and then repeated the motions, bending slowly over, all the way, until she was practically folded in half. Johnson looked up from his computer screen to see her pussy exposed as she bent over repeatedly. The fairy on her ass seemed to grin at him.

He tried again to concentrate, but the clip was turning him on as well.

Next, Amber sat down, legs straight in front of her, and bent down until her head down touched her knees, arms stretched out in front of her with her hands on her knees. Then she sat up, and slowly drew her legs outwards, until she was doing the splits.

Johnson couldn't help but watch.

In the splits position, Amber bent forward again, until her tits were pressed against the floor in front of her. In this position, her tattoo was displayed to the best possible advantage. She sat up, and then bent forward again, leaning forward as much as she could.

Johnson could just see the top of her cunt. God what a sight. He could no longer focus on working by this point--he could only watch. 

Amber pulled her legs back together and stood up. She was getting so horny, she had left a wet spot on the mat! 

Next, she made use of a pole in the middle of the front room--part of the supporting structure of the apartment. She bent over, and grasping the pole with one hand to aid balance, she lifted one leg high overhead, and grasped her calf with her free hand to hold it up straight.

In this position, Amber's cunt was spread open, glistening before him. 

Johnson couldn't take it anymore. His cock was so hard, it strained against his jeans. He hurriedly pulled them off and his cock sprang out. 

He moved quickly up to Amber, cock in hand, and using one hand to help her hold her leg up, guided his cock into her swollen pussy. Resting her uplifted leg up against his shoulder, he reached around and grabbed her tattooed ass and started fucking her.

Amber started moaning as she struggled to maintain her balance and keep her leg up. It was hard, because her body wanted to move. Somehow, being forced to hold still actually heightened her pleasure. 

Johnson was nearly delirious with lust as he pounded into her, hold her up against him. Soon he was cumming hard, over and over again.

A long stream of white cum started slowly running down Amber's leg, reaching her ankle before her other foot came down and the two disengaged.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 03



Amber felt a different woman with her tattoo. For some reason she felt less inhibited. Perhaps because the tattoo was so extraordinarily well-done that she had an impulse to show it off--which was ironic, considering she had wanted it done in such a way so that she COULD keep it hidden. She started going nude when she was home, and found herself wishing she could go nude everywhere. 

She started wearing shorter skirts, and the skimpier clothes and Johnson encouraged her. He loved showing her off, and for Amber, it made her feel sexy and hot. 

Although Amber enjoyed it when other men, and sometimes women, turned their heads to look at her, she always told herself that it was always eyes only. She and Johnson had a strong relationship, she told herself, and at the end of the day, in spite of the exhibitionist game she played, it was Johnson, and only Johnson, who shared her bed. She was a one-man woman. That was about to change.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 04



 Ch 4 - Talked into a Threesome

"I'm worried about the amount of time he spends on his computer," Amber confided with Diana. 

The two co-eds were having lunch at the Student Union Building. They had agreed to meet there after class. Diana was anxious to introduce Amber to Paul, her new boyfriend.

"Well, a lot of people spend a lot of time on their computer."

"True, but I can't put my finger on it. He just doesn't act the same as he does when he's been doing homework--and hasn't in a while."

"So do you think he's looking at porn sites?"

"I don't know. Maybe, but it doesn't make sense."

"So what are you going to do? Confront him? Why don't you sneak a look on his computer. Ask to borrow it or something."

"I've tried that before, he won't let me. He says it's private, like a diary, or his wallet, and that he doesn't expect to look at mine either."

"That sounds suspicious. How is a computer private in a relationship unless you're doing something on it you shouldn't be?" Diana wondered aloud. 

"What would you do though, if you found out he was looking at porn?" 

Amber wondered about that.

"I don't know," Amber admitted.

"Would you dump him?" Diana asked.

Amber was startled. She had never contemplated that.

"I--I don't know," she stuttered. She thought for a minute. What if he was? Would she--could she dump him? She recoiled at the thought. Was it really so bad? Looking was not the same thing as actually having sex. She had seen Johnson looking at other women before, and it didn't bother her that much. She admitted to herself that she sometimes looked at other men--especially when she wasn't with Johnson. She didn't like the idea of him viewing porn, but as she contemplated leaving Johnson for that reason alone, she rebelled against the idea. It just didn't seem a big enough offense by itself--at least not as long as he didn't do it again. 

"No--I couldn't do it. Not for that at least. So what should I do?" Amber asked her friend.

Diana was eager for Amber to dump that slime, but she could see that there was no way she could talk Amber into breaking up with him over that. She decided to give Amber some honest advice.

"Well, in the absence of evidence, I don't see how you have any choice but to give him the benefit of the doubt. I think every 'significant other' deserves that. You just can't assume bad behavior based solely on vague feelings with no other evidence."

Amber was happy to agree, indeed with relief. It just cleared the whole issue from her mind. Still, as she thought about it, she became embarrassed for having even entertained suspicion of bad behavior on Johnson's part. There was absolutely no evidence of it. He certainly didn't deserve unfounded suspicions on her part.

At that moment, a young man walked into the restaurant and walked up to the booth.

Diana stood and embraced him, and the two kissed. Diana turned around.

"Amber, this is Paul. Paul, my best friend Amber."

Amber smiled and stood to shake hands. She had to admit, Diana had really hit a home run--at least as far as looks. Paul was tall and beefy. He had a dark complexion, brown hair, and steely gray eyes. His hair was longer than what was fashionable, and when he spoke, he had a very deep voice which she found attractive. Michael Pare' she thought--remembering a movie she had once seen--"Streets of Fire". She squirmed on the vinyl seat. She was wearing a skirt and stockings with garter belts, as she often did, to please Johnson. She felt her silky panties starting to get wet. She felt a flush of shame--here she had actually contemplated dumping Johnson just for watching a little porn on the Internet, and here she was getting wet over her best friend's boyfriend!

"Paul is a pre-law major. He's just finishing his junior year like us. After graduation, he's going to start law school," Diana interrupted her thoughts.

"How exciting," Amber replied. She was quite taken with Paul, and loved hearing his voice as he talked. She felt a rush of blood flood her cheeks. She was sexually attracted to him! She felt ashamed and was worried that Diana might perceive her feelings. 

How could she feel this way? Amber already had a boyfriend who deserved her loyalty, as well as a Diana, who certainly did not deserve to have her best friend making eyes at her new boyfriend!

While Amber was having lunch with Diana and Paul, Johnson was back in their apartment fucking Erica, one of Amber's classmates. Erica was a beautiful African-American woman, with a medium-brown complexion and her hair done up in multiple rope-like braids. 

He had just eaten her pussy to multiple orgasms, and now Erica was on her hands and knees, with Johnson coming up behind her. She was so hot, she could barely contain herself. Johnson approached her on his knees, and she arched her back more, spread her legs further apart and tilted her pussy upwards. She felt the sopping wet lips of her cunt spread apart.

Johnson reached down and stroked his middle finger along her wet slit, and his finger slipped in.

Erica moaned and jerked her hips, arching her back and tilting her crotch up and down along his fingers. Johnson was hard as a rock, and felt an immense pressure building in his balls. He moved forward and guided his prick up to her waiting cunt. He decided to tease her a little and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.

Erica moaned and shoved back hard, and his cock slid into her hot cunt like a hot knife into butter. He felt her cunt convulse around his prick and felt a rush of hot oily vaginal lubrication. 

Johnson started fucking her, not holding back. He pounded in to her hard, grabbing a handful of her braids as he fucked her. Erica's brown ass cheeks bounced against his groin, jiggling with each impact.

Erica dropped to her elbows and gripped her pillow in her fists as she came hard, moaning and slobbering on her pillow case.

After a few minutes, Johnson couldn't hold off any longer. He wanted this as a scene so for the benefit of the hidden camera, he pulled out of her and started spraying his load all over her back. Great big globs of his jism landed on Erica's shoulder, back and ass. This would be a great one for his private collection.

"Did Johnson ever fix your computer?" Amber asked Diana, as they stepped into her apartment.

"Yeah he did. He even gave me one of his webcams," she said.

The two girls were sitting on the edge of Diana's bed in her apartment. After lunch, they had a class together, and both had a break for another hour. Since Diana's apartment was closer, the two went to her apartment so that Amber could show Diana her new tattoo.

"So, let's see your tattoo," Diana requested.

"I have to get undressed you know," Amber explained.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just us girls," Diana reassured her.

Amber stood up and turned around, then she pulled her shirt over her head, removed her bra, removed her skirt, then slid her panties down her slender legs. She unclipped the straps of her garter belt and removed it also, then as Diana looked on, she turned around and showed Diana her bare backside.

Diana gasped as she saw the extraordinary detail of the tattoo. She looked up and down carefully, studying the detail. 

"Did it hurt?" Diana asked.

"Yeah, for a while, but not too bad."

"Amber, Diana nearly choked as she spoke, "this, this butterfly fairy, the one on your ass--it looks just like you!"

"It does kind of look like me, doesn't it?"

Diana gulped and nodded as Amber turned around to talk to her. Diana stood up, and then noticed the pendant on Amber's chest.

Diana gasped again.

"Oh my God!"

"Yes, he gave that to me as a present," Amber said proudly. She took it off and handed it to Diana so she could take a closer look. 

"I've seen these before," Diana commented. "There's a lot of Amber with bugs preserved inside. They're not that uncommon or expensive--usually, but this one is pretty big, and the butterfly is perfectly preserved. They're usually damaged or partly crushed, and there's usually bits of bark or dirt around the bug. The resin must have plopped right on top of it when it's wings were outstretched." 

As Diana stared at the pendant, she wondered if the butterfly realized it's fate when the resin fell on it, sealing it forever. Unable to escape. Unable to change. Trapped within forever. She was impressed though--it was definitely very expensive. Maybe she would have to give Johnson at least some credit--he wasn't 100 percent self-centered, just 99 percent.

"Beautiful," she said, handing it back to her friend.

"Thanks," Amber said, pleased with her friend's reaction.

"It must have been expensive," Diana concluded.

"I think so. Let's get out of here--I've got to get back for our last class," Amber said, putting her pendant back on and pulling her clothes back on.

Since they still had a little bit of time, the two girls walked to a Baskin Robbins not far from Diana's apartment. Amber ordered an Orange Sherbert cone, and Diana ordered a coffee cone.

"You'll never believe what he wants me to do now," Amber declared, this time not so happy.

Diana felt her stomach tighten. She knew she was not going to like the answer.

"He wants me to give his best friend Kyle a blowjob!" Amber whispered.

"No way!" Diana replied, stunned.

"Yes way!"

"Why? Why would a boyfriend ask such a thing?" Diana wondered out loud, truly perplexed. 

"Well, Kyle's girlfriend dumped him earlier this semester. Kyle is depressed and lonely, and Johnson thinks this would lift his spirits."

Diana didn't buy it. Was it just kinky voyeurism, or did Johnson have some other scheme in mind? 

"Amber, don't do this! Why can't he just take Kyle downtown and get him a hooker?" Diana suggested.

Amber turned red in the face. 

"I hadn't thought of that," she admitted.

"Johnson, why don't you just buy Kyle a hooker?"

Johnson was taken aback. He had not expected this.

"A number of reasons--for one thing, it costs money we don't have..."

"You were able to buy this pendant," she protested.

"And there's the risk of disease," he continued. "You wouldn't want Kyle to catch something would you?"

"No," she replied quietly.

"And also he's nervous enough as it is. He went to a hooker once before he met Shauna, and it was a bad experience."

Amber felt as if she was being backed into a corner. This wasn't going the way she thought it would.

"Johnson, how can you ask me to do this? I wanted us to stay faithful to each other. Now you want me to be unfaithful to you, and it's not even something I want to do. I don't want either of us to cheat on each other!"

"Amber, It's just a blowjob, nothing serious. I don't even consider it to be cheating--especially since I know about it and I'm okay with it."

Amber opened her mouth to retort, but a reply escaped her.

Johnson decided to press the attack.

"Look--the guy is really lonely and depressed ever since Shauna dumped him. I'm worried about him." 

She hesitated, and he knew he almost had her where he wanted her.

"Amber, Kyle is my best friend," he choked.

Amber turned and looked at him, her mouth opened up like she was about to say something again, but she couldn't think of what to say. Was she being selfish? Should she be thinking of her own wishes and desires in this situation, or should she be thinking of Kyle--poor devastated Kyle?

She was replying, intending to reject Johnson's request but found she could only stammer. She finally managed to stammer that she would think about it.

The next day, Amber sounded out another friend, Kathleen.

"But I wanted us to stay faithful to each other," Amber protested to Kathleen later.

Kathleen shrugged.

"What's the big deal? It's just a blowjob," she asked nonchalantly.

Amber gaped at her friend.

"Kathleen, I can't believe you..."

Then she paused, remembering what Kathleen had done to Johnson once, and suddenly she was angry.

"I can't believe I'm even talking to you about this," Amber continued angrily.

Kathleen thought quickly.

"Amber, I'm sorry I hurt you when Johnson and I did what we did, but you have to believe me that there's nothing emotional and committed about it. It was meaningless to us. I don't think how you feel about what we did should influence you in this though. 

"I think you should think about Kyle. He's innocent in all this. I notice he's starting to skip classes, and I think he's started drinking again."

Actually, Kyle been skipping classes, and had been drinking since he was 16. He had barely made it this far in college, and probably would not graduate, but Amber knew none of this.

Amber forgot about Kathleen and Johnson at once. She started feeling worried about Kyle, but then had a sudden suspicion. She peered at Kathleen.

"Well then, if you're so worried about him, why don't YOU give him a blowjob?" she challenged Kathleen.

Kathleen was momentarily taken aback. She had not credited Amber with enough intelligence to ask questions like that. She recovered quickly though. 

"I would, but I don't think he likes me in that way. I actually came on to him once, and he wasn't interested. He trusts you and Johnson."

The two girls were in the Student Union building eating lunch. Amber had lost her appetite and didn't want the rest of her salad. She didn't feel like talking to Kathleen any more. She looked at the time on her cell phone. 

"I better get to class," she said, getting up and grabbing her backpack. Kathleen waved goodbye as Amber walked away. As she walked through the student union building, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyle sitting in one of the small lounge areas that were scattered around the SUB, which students used as study areas.

He was sitting on one of the chairs alone, his head in his hands. Amber stared at him for a moment. He didn't even move! He was obviously depressed. Poor guy! He just sat there--his face down in his hands. She rushed off to class, wiping a tear from her eye. 

About a minute after she had left, one of Kyle's friends found him in their agreed-upon meeting place.

"Hey dude, wake up--time to go to class," his friend said, tapping his shoulder.

Kyle raised his head, blinking and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

That night, Amber told Johnson that she would do it.

Amber got down on her knees in front of Kyle and started unbuckling his belt.

"Wait, aren't you going to at least take off your top so he can see your tits?" Johnson asked.

Amber stood up. She smiled at Kyle as she reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, and unsnapped her bra and removed it as well.

Seeing Kyle gawking at her tits with wide eyes, she smiled again and grasped her heavy tits in her hands. 

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.

He reached up and gingerly kneaded them, panting as he did so. As he did so, Amber reached down and grasped his stiffening cock through his trousers.

Suddenly she felt eager to get him in her mouth. She smiled and pulled her shorts down, naked except for her thong, and knelt down in front of him. In a flash, she had his cock out.

He was nearly trembling with excitement, and leaking preseminal fluid, and she realized that she could almost certainly get him to cum within a couple of minutes, but she wanted to make this good and decided to prolong it.

So she took her time. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, teasing the slit open, and slowly slid her mouth up and down the side, and then held his cock up and slowly licked the soft underside, letting her wet tongue slid slowly up to the tip of his prick. She opened her mouth as if to take him in, but only took in the head of his cock, sucked it gently, and then once again slid her mouth up and down the side of his cock again.

She paused to look up to see his reaction. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open in a silent moan. Smiling in satisfaction, she licked all around the head of his prick again. The tip felt somewhat greasy with his leaking preseminal fluid. She put the tip of his head in her mouth again, sucking gently, then licked the underside again.

Johnson laughed.

"Come on Amber, have mercy on the poor guy," he chuckled.

"I know what I'm doing!" she snapped back at him.

Johnson had no reply to that.

Realizing that he had shut up, Amber turned her attention back to Kyle, more determined than ever that she would give him a blowjob that he would never forget.

She resumed licking his cock, and played with it some, batting it around her open lips, as if she were going to plunge it into her mouth. By this time, he was rock hard. It would be a challenge getting that thing down her throat as hard as it was. He was so stiff, that it was hard to pull his cock down, and it curved up a little, which would make it hard to take in deep, but she knew she could do it.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Johnson dropping his shorts and pulling his own stiff cock out. She watched him approach as she let Kyle thrust in and out of her mouth.

She hadn't bargained for sucking them both off at the same time. She had never done that before, and the notion made her feel uncomfortable at first. But why not? After all, she already blew Johnson regularly of course, he was her boyfriend. And it wasn't like this was exactly private anymore between them. 

Johnson obviously felt horny and left out, and she felt she needed to take care of her boyfriend if he wanted it, rather than making him wait while his best friend got treated first. Also, a part of her thrilled at this--two cocks at once! She founds herself getting excited, knowing that not only would they be watching her blow themselves, but each other. She moved around so that she was facing the mirror, with one man on either side. This way she could actually see herself moving both of them, and the sight excited her. She didn't realize the mirror had a camera hidden behind it.

Holding Johnson's cock around the base with her hand, she opened her mouth wide and slowly plunged down over the head of his cock. She looked up with her eyes and watched his reaction as she moved her head closer to his belly.

She tried to angle her head in such a way as to allow his cock to go deeper down her throat, but it was tough. She backed off, slowly sliding her lips back, letting her mouth fill with her saliva. When she reached the tip of his cock, she licked up and down his cock again, first one side, then the other, then slipped her lips back over the head and down his shaft once again, this time going deeper. She repeated this several times, each time going deeper, and somewhat faster. When she moved her head off completely and licked and mouthed the side of his cock, she stroked him a little around the base of his cock.

Then she moved back to Kyle's cock, stroking Johnson as she bobbed her head back and forth on Kyle's cock. After a few strokes, she started moving her lips rapidly up and down his cock, which was slick with her saliva and his preseminal fluid. He was gasping and getting close, and she realized it was time to slow down and prolong the experience, so she stopped suddenly, and started tonguing his balls, and then sucked first one in her mouth, and then the other. When she realized he had come down from the point of orgasm, she let his testicle slip from her mouth, and moved her mouth back to Johnson's cock. 

This time she spent a little more time on Johnson, since she was trying to catch him up to Kyle, who was closer to cumming. She moved her head up and down on his cock. She turned her head to the side, and held her head still as Johnson started fucking her mouth. His cock pushed out her cheek repeatedly as he grunted and jabbed his cock in and out. 

After about a minute, she took control back over and grasped his cock and stroked it again, and then started bobbing her head back and forth, her cheeks drawn in as she sucked him. 




Amber Butterfly Ch. 04



Then as he started getting closer to cumming, she stopped, and moved back to Kyle. Once again, she plunged her head down his eager shaft and started pumping her head back and forth faster and deeper. Each time she plunged down, she managed to get his stiff cock deeper and deeper. She moved her hand away so that she could go deeper.

Soon, to her delight, she felt his balls slap up against her chin. She paused with him buried all the way down her throat, proud that she was able to do this, then she slid her mouth back up to the top, and taking a deep breath, licked him up and down again and tongued his balls.

Then, once again, she moved back to Johnson's cock and continued his blowjob. They were getting close to blowing, so she switched cocks to prolong the moment when either could cum, and they were both starting to get impatient.

By this time, Kyle had the worst case of blue balls he had ever had. He moaned and grabbed Amber's head and directed it back on to his cock. She realized that she had taken the game far enough, and that she needed to give the young man some relief. 

Amber let Kyle fuck her mouth, at the same time stroking Johnson. She kept her mouth open wide and her tongue out to make room for his cock to go in deep. His hips were pumping wildly now, as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. Amber thrilled at the erotic sound and sensation of his balls slapping up against her chin. She knew he would cum any second.

She quickly moved back to Johnson. He grabbed her head and started sawing his cock quickly in and out of her mouth, going in deep. But she quickly moved back to Kyle's cock. 

Kyle pumped three more times in her mouth and then stiffened up and cried out. Amber suddenly felt a warm spray fill her mouth. He was shooting hard, squirt after squirt. Even though she was used to Johnson's heavy cumshots, and had learned to swallow most of it, Kyle was pumping out so much cum, so hard, that she was unable to hold it all in. It had been months since he had sex, and between Amber's build-up and the lack of sex, except for an occasional jack-off, he had a lot of cum in reserve. Streams of white cum poured out the corners of Amber's mouth and ran down her chin and neck and onto her bare swaying breasts.

She realized that Johnson was also close to cumming, and moved her mouth off of Kyle's cock. As she did so, he sprayed into the side of her head. She had turned her head to try to take Johnson's load in her mouth also, but it was too late, she felt him begin spraying on her face and chest. She stroked both cocks as they sprayed jism all over her face, neck and chest.

She laughed out loud thrilling as she rubbed their semen into her breasts like lotion. Long strings of cum dangled between her fingers as she lifted them up and scooped the cum into her mouth. Streams of cum ran down her chest down on to her pendulous tits, swing before them.

Johnson and Kyle watched with amazement.

The three watched TV for a few hours, and then Amber went to the bedroom to get some sleep. She woke up. It was dark, and she felt Johnson's hands on her back and ass. She had fallen asleep with her panties on. She felt Johnson's hands slip up under her skirt and pull her panties down. She sleepily got up on her knees to let him do so.

Johnson pulled up her skirt and pushed it up to her waist. She spread her knees apart on the bed and tilted her pussy up. She felt his tongue licking the length of her pussy, which always turned her on. She felt his tongue stabbing into the folds of her cunt. She was starting to get really wet.

"How do you like that babe?" Johnson asked.

"Ohhh, that feels so good, don't stop!"

And he didn't. He kept licking up and down for a few minutes. She felt his finger stroking her hot cunt. She was undulating her hips up and down. His finger slid into her wet cunt, making her push back. She was so hot she could actually smell herself. She knew she should be embarrassed, but she was too hot to even think straight.

"Ohh, fuck me," she said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me good and hard!" she begged, shoving her cunt back.

She felt his hands grip her hips, and then his cock speared into her, sliding quickly all the way to the hilt. She moaned with pleasure and started rocking back and forth, moaning.

"Ohhh man," a voice moaned.

That, DID NOT sound like Johnson. Even in her excited state, she froze, and then leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. 

It was Kyle who was fucking her. Johnson stood nearby grinning and stroking his cock. The smell of beer suddenly reached her nostrils. They were drunk!

"It's okay baby, it's just me and my homeboy here. Don't stop."

She felt a surge of anger.

"Johnson, I never agreed to...umph"

Johnson had grasped her head and moved her mouth on to his stiff cock. 

"Don't worry about it babe. Here just give me some attention too," he slurred.

He guided her head back and forth on his cock. She glanced up at him angrily, as his cock pushed her cheek in and out. Behind her, Kyle resumed his fucking. 

In spite of her anger, Amber was still hot. The plowing she was receiving from Kyle behind her and Johnson's stiff cock plunging in and out of her mouth soon overwhelmed her reticence and anger.

Soon, she was in too much pleasure to allow room for any other emotion. It was fantastic, getting it from both ends. The hardest part was trying to get the right rhythm. It was tricky, trying to bob her head with the right timing, and concentrate on that, while at the same time getting fucked hard doggie style. She soon learned that her cock-sucking must have priority on her concentration. Her tail started moving on it's own, with her body moving on instinct as Kyle continued fucking her.

Behind her, Kyle panted as he fucked her. She was so hot and wet--more so than any other girl he had ever fucked. Amber undulated her body even as she bobbed her head on Johnson's cock. The sight of that, and the sight of all the naked butterfly fairies all over her back, and the heat and moisture in her cunt was making it hard for him to hold out. He tried to concentrate on NOT cumming, because he didn't want to blow any earlier than Johnson. Amber's wet cunt seemed to grasp his stiff cock. His prick was the hardest he could ever remember.

The slapping sounds of him pounding into Amber from behind, and the sounds of her slurping as she sucked Johnson's cock, filled the room.

"Mmmph," Amber moaned around Johnson's cock. He was holding her head still and fucking her mouth rapidly, his balls bouncing off of her chin. Suddenly he cried out and plunged his cock all the way in up to his balls. 

Amber felt him start shooting in to her mouth. Kyle was fucking her harder and faster, on the verge of cumming. Johnson was cumming hard. She felt her mouth rapidly fill with his jism. She loved swallowing cum, but he was cumming so hard and fast that she couldn't keep it all in her mouth, and it started spilling out from her bottom lip, running in streaks down her chin and on to Johnson's balls, which were still resting on her chin. 

The taste of his cum and the feel of it running down her chin, combined with Kyle's fucking, pushed her to orgasm, and she started moaning hard, causing more and more cum to run out of her mouth. Behind her, Kyle was pounding his cock hard in her pussy rapidly. 

Amber's orgasm his her like a jolt of electricity. She started crying out around Johnson's cock, still spurting into her mouth. It felt as if wave after wave of energy was washing over her.

Behind her, Kyle was bewildered as Amber thrashed hard, undulating fiercely. Her cunt was gripping his cock spasmodically, and was so hot he almost had to pull out. Hot fluid started gushing out of her cunt. He realized that it was Amber's juices, not his own. He started cumming hard himself. 

"Kyle, spray it on her back," Johnson said, and Kyle obliged pulling out and sawing his cock between her ass cheeks. Amber felt the hot globs of Kyle's spunk land like rain all over her tattooed back. Her fairies had all just received a facial. 

Amber's orgasm was still coursing through her. Finally it was too much and she passed out.

When she opened her eyes again, she was alone in the bed. She sat up slowly, her memory coming back. She frowned, remembering what had happened. The whole episode didn't feel right. Something was wrong she sensed. Still, she could not deny that she had enjoyed it. Maybe that's what it was--she was discovering a new side to herself? How could she enjoy sex with more than one person? Was she perverted? 

She looked around, and then got up and walked through the apartment. Kyle had apparently gone home. Johnson was on his laptop at the kitchen table and didn't even look up at her. She left him alone and went back into the bedroom. 

She had juices from three different people drying on her--her own in her crotch and in streaks down her thighs, Kyle's all over her back and ass, and Johnson's all over her face and chest. She took a shower. When she finished her shower, Johnson was on still on his laptop--a look of concentration on his face. What was he doing? 

"Johnson baby--what are you doing? I thought finals week was over?" she asked approaching him. 

Johnson looked up from his computer, annoyed. He lowered the lid a little.

"Not now Amber, I'm working on something," he said with a frown.

She backed off and went back to bed. 

He was on the computer for hours that night. Amber knew this, because she was also awake. 

After the initial lethargy created by her powerful orgasm subsided, she found herself troubled. She had loved being fucked by two men at the same time. She had been thrilled blowing both of them at the same time, and had absolutely loved taking it at both ends. It bothered her, because she had assumed that sex and love were two sides to the same coin, and she didn't love Kyle, she loved Johnson. So how could she have enjoyed it so much?

She had also been raised to believe that sex was something done between a man and a woman who loved each other, and were married. It was bad enough that her and Johnson were not married yet, but they were committed and she assumed that marriage was just a matter of time. 

Yet she had absolutely thrilled at fucking both Johnson and Kyle. It had resulted in the biggest orgasm she had yet--except maybe when Kathleen had watched her and Johnson fucking--another recent disturbing episode. Never before in her life had she experienced so much pleasure. If Johnson asked her to do it again, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist. Worse, she realized with a shiver, she hoped that he would ask. What did this say about love, commitment and marriage? And what was he doing on the computer?



Amber Butterfly Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - In Too Deep

"Are you guys going to be at the park this year for the hydroplane races and the Blue Angels?" Amber asked Diana and Paul.

Diana shook her head. 

"I'm leaving for home next week for the rest of the summer," she replied.

"Oh shit. That's right. You're going home," Amber replied sadly.

She had forgotten. Although many students, including Johnson, Kathleen, Kyle, and others she knew had families living in the area, and therefore did not need to travel far to visit, Diana's family lived in New York. She wouldn't return until the semester started again.

"Aren't you going home?" Diana asked.

"No. I just don't feel comfortable. I've changed so much, and they are all so conservative. Plus I have my job, and a summer class. Speaking of which, she said, looking at the time on her cell phone, "I've got to get going. Ever since I sold my truck I usually have to walk or take the bus everywhere."

Amber was privately relieved that her job and summer class gave her a good excuse not to go home, although she thought her aunt and uncle who she lived with, were relieved not to spring for a ticket. She would have to buy some more conservative clothes before she went back home. She knew also from her half-sister Jade's email that they were getting impatient for her to get married. She knew there was no way they would pay for her to go to grad school, and she would need to if she wanted to be a teacher. She still wasn't sure if that was her road, but it was the only thing she could think of that she really wanted to do.

Johnson was gone. He was actually meeting with Mike Hamilton of Sunshine Communications again, but he had left a note explaining that he was "out meeting with a study group."

She changed and went to her waitress job. She took the bus downtown. As she road the bus, she missed her Chevy S10 pick-up truck intensely, but driving was no longer an option. She got off the bus on 1st Avenue--the closest the bus came to the restaurant, which was up on 5th Avenue, but she had to walk through the "Red Light District" to get there. The neon lights flashed. She saw pictures of porn movies in the windows.

"Hey baby, looking for a date," a man asked her as she walked along.

She shook her head and kept walking. She hated walking through this part of town, but didn't have much choice since her bus stop didn't take her any closer to her job.

"Hey sweet cheeks, need a better job?"

Any offer of another job always got her attention, since she hated being a waitress.

The offer had come from a man standing by the door of "The Sapphire Lounge"--a strip bar about three blocks from her restaurant. What a difference just a few blocks made in a big city downtown!

"You work at 'The Dahlia' up the street, don't ya? I see you walking by almost every night. Trust me--you're not getting paid what you're worth. You could be making a lot more money."

That was enough for her to at least listen.

"Doing what?" she asked suspiciously.

"Dancing," he responded. 

She was going to peer inside, but had to move out of the way of a couple of young men who paused as the doorman carded them. After they went in, she peered inside the door to the bar inside. Just as she suspected--a strip club!

She watched as a buxom brunette writhed around a pole up on a stage--nude except for a g-string. She stared for a moment--unable to take her eyes away. A hand grabbing her ass made her jump and broke the hypnotic spell. One of the patrons entering the club had just grabbed her ass, possibly thinking she was one of the waitresses.

She smiled at the doorman and shook her head. "I don't think so. I don't think my boyfriend would want me working someplace like this."

"Ha, your boyfriend has probably been here when you were up waiting tables at 'The Dahlia," he said sarcastically.

Amber turned red in the face. She was going to say something, but couldn't think of anything, so she backed away and hurried off to her job.

"Hey! If you change your mind come see me! You can make a lot of money!" she heard him call out behind her.

While Amber worked hard to make money as a waitress, Johnson was meeting with Mike Hamilton to secretly exploit Amber as a porn star.

"Good job with the editing. We'll do a little more of course, and then there'll be the scenes with the other actors in the movies. We have enough material to put together the first two movies though."

Johnson listened with growing excitement.

"Anyway, Mike continued. "We've had some very positive responses from critics and advance sales--enough for us to give you your first check."

Johnson eagerly took the envelope that Mike offered. When he opened it his eyes flew open wide. It was far more than he had hoped for.

"Don't spend it all in one place," Mike grinned. 

Mike showed Johnson some stills that he was planning on using for the first two DVDs. One showed Amber kneeling nude, mostly from the back, with her tattoo well-displayed. She was kneeling in front of Johnson's stiff cock, and looking over her shoulder straight at the camera (which had been in the mirror) with her mouth open and her tongue barely extended and touching her upper lip. It was a great choice, and a very sexy shot. The title of the DVD was "Amber Butterfly Comes Out."

The other one showed Amber from the front, again nude, but from the chest up, the amber butterfly pendant dangling just above and between her magnificent tits. Her big brown eyes were opened wide, and her lush lips were parted, just showing her teeth with that tiny little gap between her two front teeth. Her wild wavy golden-blond hair framed her hair and fell down over shoulders. The title was "The Passions of Amber Butterfly."

"Now remember our contract is for three movies. I've got enough material for two, but I need more. We really liked the threesome you caught, but we got it too late to include it in either of the first two movies. The focus on the third movie is going to be group sex. So what we need for the third movie is more group scenes--a party, an orgy or gangbang--something like that." 

At this point, Johnson started getting worried. Tricking Amber into a threesome with Kyle was one thing--and he figured he could probably do that again--but an orgy or gangbang? He was bewildered and wound up confessing to Mike that Amber didn't even know she was being filmed. At length, he confessed everything.

"I see," Mike said, with his eyes narrowed. In Mike's mind, suddenly everything made sense. He had to admire Johnson's audacity and sleazy boldness. It wasn't like this sort of thing had never been done before, but the level of trickery and underhandedness this must have involved were breath-taking.

While Mike absorbed it all silently in his seat, Johnson fidgeted nervously, feeling a coldness in the pit of his stomach.

"Is this going to ruin everything?" he finally asked.

Mike thought about it. He knew that these movies were going to be big. The industry needed something big like this on DVD, ever since the explosion of amateur porn on the internet, the industry was hungry for something big, and this could be it. The execs he reported to liked what they saw, and wanted more. He was under huge pressure to finish all three movies and try to obtain more. He certainly couldn't let this ruin everything.

Fortunately, Johnson had obtained Amber's signature on the legal releases. They were protected legally. The problem in front of them was just finishing the third movie.

"I think we're okay--that really is Amber's signature, right?"

"Yeah, I tricked her, but that's her signature, and it's notarized too."

"Well, then we're protected, if it came down to it--it's just her word against yours. No one will believe her--we would just say she consented, and she's just changing her mind too late. Here's what we'll do to get some more group scenes though."

And Mike told Johnson what to do.

"Hey Kat, you've got to help me figure something out," Johnson spoke to Kathleen on his cell phone.

"What's up babe?" she responded.

"Well, they gave me the first check for the sex flicks I'm filming with Amber. It's quite a chunk of change. How am I going to explain this to Amber? I don't want to hide this, I want to buy a set of wheels."

Kathleen laid back on her bed in her apartment and thought for a moment.

"It's a surprise," she finally said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Just tell her you've been holding out on her, saved it up, and then spring it as a surprise on her!"

"Great idea, but how do I tell her I've earned it? I don't want to tell her I've been making pornos with her as the star."

"Tell her part of the truth. Just say you have a job doing digital film editing and website design, that you've been doing it for over a year and you finally got your first big check for a project you just completed."

The weekend after Diana left to visit her family for the summer, Amber got home from the restaurant where she worked, dead tired. Johnson wasn't home. She turned on the TV and after about an hour, she heard a honk. She figured it must be a neighbor and ignored it, but then the vehicle honked again. She went to the window. There was a shiny black Cadillac Escalade in the parking place where Johnson usually parked. The big SUV flashed it's lights again. She stepped outside to try to see what was going on.

The Escalade's driver-side door opened and Johnson stepped out grinning and waving at her and the Escalade.

"Come on babe, let's go for a ride in my new wheels!" Johnson was practically squeaking with excitement.

Amber ran down the stairs. She looked at the vehicle in disbelief.

"Johnson, where the Hell did you get the money for this?" she demanded.

"My job," he replied.

"Johnson, what job?, Amber asked, bewildered. "These things are expensive. Way expensive!"

"I've been holding out on you babe, to surprise you. I finally had enough saved up for the down-payment."

Amber looked at him--waiting for him to finish explaining.

"I've been working as an independent contractor doing website design and digital film editing for over a year."

"Johnson, how much did they pay you?"

"Well, I had enough to put down $30,000. It covered a nice chunk of it, but I'll still have payments--this baby's loaded!"

Amber bit her lip. She had been raised not to argue with men, but she wasn't satisfied. It still bothered her. The money for this new toy of Johnson's could have paid for her tattoo many times over, and now only a few months later, he has the money for this? And a young man with limited work history and experience, who had not yet even graduated, makes $30,000 just doing some part time work at home? What did he really do to get that much money?

"How much did this thing cost?" she asked frostily.

She saw the license plate--a personalized one. "GREEKGOD". She wasn't surprised, but she still blanched at Johnson's vanity. Sometimes it was so bad it made her wonder if she had chosen her boyfriend wisely. 

"About $80,000," Johnson said, and even in the dusk she could tell his cheeks were red.

"But check it out!, he gushed before she could say any more. "Even the cup holders are heated and cooled! This thing is loaded! Satellite radio, satellite navigation, heated and cooled seats, power sunroof, walnut trim, Bluetooth connectivity, rearview camera, electronic stability control system, ultrasonic rear parking assist, retracting sideboards, side blind zone alert, remote start, power EVERYTHING..."

As she listened to Johnson brag about his new toy, her uneasiness subsided a little bit. She realized she really did want him to be happy, in fact, delighted in his happiness. Although Johnson was calling it "their Escalade", she knew it was really Johnson's, but she didn't care so much. The Escalade was not her style. It felt too opulent, pretentious, vain, and over-the-top. And how in the world were they going to afford the insurance, the gas, the on-going payments?

"Since you're making so much money, do you think I could quit my job as a waitress?" she asked.

Johnson was startled.

"Uh, maybe not yet. We should see how this new job works out."

"Right," she responded skeptically. But just the same she climbed in and they drove off into the night.

The next morning, they packed up to go to the park to watch the Hydroplane races and the Blue Angels. Johnson's buddies, Kyle, and Chris, were at the apartment by 4 a.m. Kathleen showed up 15 minutes later with Cinnabar. Johnson introduced them all to Eric, a friend of Johnson's since high school who was in town to visit. 

Johnson was a show-off of course, eager to show off his new Escalade and his hot girlfriend. He had bought a string bikini for Amber to wear. She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she walked into the living room in her bikini. She ignored the whistles from the guys as she sat down on the sofa.

Chris, Johnson's old roommate, was making a false bottom for the ice chest. He cut a thick piece of white waxed corrugated cardboard to size with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He filled the bottom of the ice chest with cans of beer, placed the cardboard on top of them and wedged it in snug, then put the food and the soda cans in, and Kyle came up with two bags of ice and finished filling the ice chest. They also buried more beer cans in a bag of charcoal briquettes, and still more cans were folded up in the inflatable raft.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she watched Chris.

"They try to keep out beer at the parks--have people looking through their stuff at the park entrances," he explained.

A small Hibachi, a box of food and utensils and a pan, towels, a blanket, and a handcart to carry it all from the car to the park completed the ensemble. They piled into Johnson's Escalade, pleasing him with Ooo's and ahh's, and headed for the park. Kathy and Cinnabar followed in Kathy's car.

Johnson had learned from the two previous years that it was best to get there early in the morning to find a place to park and stake out a good spot in the park. Johnson and his buddies unloaded everything and most of it was stacked on the handcart he had brought, then he led his entourage down into the park. City park officials did a cursory search of their ice chest and let them into the park.

Although it was early, people were already arriving. Amber could tell the day was going to be hot. Johnson had bought her a new bikini. She was embarrassed to wear it, and told him so, but he was insistent. She wore it, but also wore cut-off jeans and a belly shirt over the top of it.

After they had all helped set up, Chris pulled out the false bottom of the ice chest and before long, cold beer was being passed around.

Since the sun was rising, Amber thought she would get a little sun. She pulled her cut-off shorts down and kicked them off, and then pulled her belly shirt up and over her head, so that she was just wearing the string bikini that Johnson had bought her.

She knew it was immodest--especially since the bikini bottom was practically a g-string--it was cut so high on the sides and in back, her butt was practically hanging out. Yet, she kept telling herself she was embarrassed, when actually she was thrilling at the looks and attention she was getting. 

She turned around so that she was facing away from Johnson's little gang of hanger's on and showed them her backside with the tattoo. She bent over, pretending to straighten out the beach towel she was going to lay down on. She set her purse and clothes down next to the towel and knelt down, considering whether to lay prone or supine first. She picked up her tanning oil and started oiling her arms and shoulders. Suddenly she became aware of male bodies standing all around her.

She looked up and realized she was completely surrounded by Johnson's friends, Kyle, Chris and Eric. Since she was kneeling, her head was level with their swimming trunks, and she couldn't miss the fact that every single one of them had a bulge in his trunks

"Do you need some help Amber?" one of them asked.

"Can I help you put tanning oil on?" another one of them asked.

She suddenly felt nervous. They smelled of beer and were all looking at her like starving dogs at a piece of meat, and she could feel their combined desire. She suddenly realized that if they weren't in a public place, that they would probably have their cocks out and would be taking turns guiding her head up and down their stiff cocks. She felt her nipples tighten and licked her lips nervously.

For a brief moment, she had a sudden wild desire...

"Um--I don't think so. I...I think I can manage," she managed to stammer.

"Come on Amber, don't be like that," one of them said.

"Forget it guys--no gangbang today," Johnson said, coming over to shoo them away.

"Come on dudes, back off from my girlfriend."

Amber felt simultaneously relieved and disappointed after Johnson shooed them all away.

"You still need some of that oil in places you can't reach, otherwise you're going to get burnt, and you don't want that great tattoo of yours to get too faded in the sun either," a female voice spoke.

Amber looked up. It was Cinnabar.

"It can do that?"

"Yeah, I've heard a lot of sun can do that," Cinnabar murmured--not really sure if it was true or not. "Why don't you let me put some on your back? You need tanning oil on your back, and I want to take a good look at your hot new tattoo."

"Okay," Amber replied and laid down prone.

She felt a long string of oil squirt onto her back, which was hot from sitting out in the sun. It reminded her of Johnson's cum squirting on her back, and that thought, along with having been surrounded by men with bulges in their shorts, and now Cinnabar's sensitive hands all over her body, were combining to make her very horny.

Cinnabar coated her entire backside while Johnson's gang looked on. Cinnabar made a big show of it, slowly sensuously massaging the glistening oil all over Amber's legs and haunches, and then told her to turn over. 

"Oh I can do my front," Amber said softly.

"Not very well, you always miss areas when you try to do it yourself. Just lay back and trust me," Cinnabar responded.

Amber did as she was told and let Cinnabar pour oil all over her chest, torso and legs. Under Cinnabar's hands, she relaxed and nearly feel asleep.

"Now, it's your turn to do me," Cinnabar said.

How could she refuse?

She returned the favor as Kathleen came over to join them. Kathleen quickly realized the show they were putting on for the boys and joined in. After they had thoroughly coated themselves in tanning oil and were tired of teasing the boys, the three girls laid out in the sun for a couple of hours, drinking beer. 

"Hey man, that's one hot bitch you got there Johnson," Eric told Johnson approvingly as the three men watched the women rubbing tanning oil on their bodies.

Kyle and Chris grunted and muttered in agreement. They had long envied Johnson, although they accepted it. He was Johnson after all.

"She's got really great tits, nice ass too."

"And, Johnson added, "she knows how to give a great blowjob."

Kyle knew this first hand, but since he didn't know whether Johnson wanted the others to know, he stayed silent.

Eric was somewhat bolder than Kyle.

"Any chance I could find a way to induce you into sharing?" he asked.

Chris gasped at Eric's brashness.

Johnson just chuckled. 

"I'll take your request under consideration, but for now you better just keep dreaming," he replied, making the rest of them chuckle.

If you want to watch though, I'll take her out into the water when the Blue Angels start their show and fuck her in front of y'all."

Amber wanted to be with her boyfriend, but when he was with his buddies, they were very loud and obnoxious, and she wasn't sure she liked how Johnson treated her like a piece of meat around them, constantly slapping her on the haunch. What were they laughing about over there anyway? She wanted to relax and get some sun, so she and her friends stayed a few feet away and chilled. 




Amber Butterfly Ch. 05



About mid-morning, the hydroplane races started. First there were qualifying heats. Everyone sat up or stood up to watch as the Hydroplanes raced around the lake. The "rooster tails" in the back were so big, it was hard to see the boats themselves.

The race course on the lake was ringed with pleasure boats. Amber shaded her eyes from the sun and peered over at them. Those people had it made. They were able to really party and watch the hydroplane races without people getting in the way of their view.

She looked over to see what Johnson was doing. He was trying to inflate the raft. He noticed her looking over and looked at her through his sunglasses.

"Hey girls, we need your blowing talents over here!" he yelled at them.

His friends thought that was spectacularly funny judging by their giggling.

His treatment of her should make her angry, she realized, but somehow she found it titillating. Just the same she showed him her middle finger.

"Maybe later babe, I'm kind of busy!" he yelled back.

His buddies thought that was hilarious.

"Assholes," Cinnabar remarked.

Soon the boys were taking the raft out into the water, and after much sloshing around, they were all inside and rowing a little closer to get a better view of the racing. Still, they couldn't go out too far though, since there were buoys with lines strung along the race, to keep people a safe distance from the race course. At least they didn't have to try to see over the top of the crowd though.

Amber suddenly missed her best friend Diana. What would Diana do? Suddenly Amber was seized with a cunning idea. She knew that both Cinnabar and Kathleen were good swimmers, since both had already been in the water. It was time for all of them to get wet.

"Hey girls, I've got an idea."

Johnson popped another beer and drank it down. The four young men were precariously situated on the raft--Kyle sitting on the back, Johnson on his knees toward the front, Eric half-standing on one side and Chris on the other side.

Suddenly the raft tipped up and over, throwing the four of them into the lake. 

Amber, Cinnabar and Kathleen had slipped up quietly along the pier, on the other side out of site of Johnson and his buddies, and then had swum under the pier and under water until they had come up underneath the raft. The way the boys were perched, and the fact that the raft barely had the capacity for four full-grown men, it was easy to capsize the raft.

The boys surfaced sputtering with rage and indignation, while the girls screamed with laughter.

Soon they were in pursuit of the girls, and a mêlée broke out, with lots of splashing, grasping of wet limbs.

Amber tried to evade Kyle grabbing at her legs when suddenly Johnson had come up behind her and ripped off her bikini top.

He waved it in the air triumphantly as she clasped her arm across her bare nipples in consternation. She jumped up at him as he held it over his head, her breasts bouncing around freely, while Johnson's buddies laughed. Finally he relented and gave it back so that they wouldn't get caught and fined. The police were coming up in their patrol boat with a bullhorn telling everyone to get out of the water before the Blue Angels started their show. Already, they could hear the sound of jets overhead. 

They all climbed back to the shore to watch the Blue Angels and to pop open more beer. After the show, the girls went back into the water to swim.

"Johnson, come out and join us!" Amber cried.

She was kneeling in the water, glistening wet. She was leaning forward with her hands in the sand in front of her between her knees. Her upper arms pushed her lush breasts together.

Johnson could tell she was horny. Her nipples were erect under the thin lycra of her bikini top. Her eyes were wide and her thick lips were parted. Her gorgeous chest was heaving up and down. God what a sight!

"Watch this guys, but don't make too much noise and get us busted. If you do, you can forget about any chance of getting a blowjob from Amber later," he half joked, as he waded out into the lake sporting a massive hard-on.

He swept Amber up in his arms and the two of them went frolicking in the water. After they had gone out as deep as they could where Amber could still keep a good footing, which was about chest deep for Johnson, he pulled her up and the two started kissing. 

Soon he had Amber moaning and thrusting against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her up with his hands on her ass. She moaned and ground against him as they kissed repeatedly.

He knew she was game for this even with everyone watching on the shore. He also knew that the activity in the air and the water they were submerged in allowed Amber to tell herself that no one could tell what they were doing--but he knew otherwise.

Holding Amber up with one hand, he reached down with the other hand and pulled his swim trunks down far enough to free his stiff dick, then reached between Amber's legs and pulled her bikini bottoms off to one side.

Amber kissed him harder, grinding up against his hand as he thrust his fingers inside her pussy. Even submerged in the cold water she was hot. He moved his hand out of the way and lifted her toward his cock. She slid in easily. The whole time they kissed. He held her up with his hands cupped under her ass as she started writhing and thrusting against him harder, her legs locked around his waist. 

She was moaning into his mouth as they kissed. She pulled her lips away for a moment to breathe, and then locked her lips on his neck, nearly drawing blood as she clenched her teeth with pleasure.

"Check it out! Johnson's fucking Amber out in the water," Chris announced excitedly to the others. 

They had been drinking beer and watching the Blue Angels, almost forgetting Johnson's boast.

The others looked over. Johnson and Amber were moving together--kissing and moving against each other. Only their shoulders were visible above the water, so a casual observer glancing over at them might just think that they were kissing passionately, but Johnson's friends knew exactly what they were doing, and anyone who looked carefully and continued watching would figure it out. 

"Go for it Johnson--WOOHOOO!" Kyle yelled.

"Shut up asshole! Do you want them to get busted?" Eric growled.

Fortunately, everyone else in the park was looking up in the sky at the Blue Angels. 

Cinnabar and Kathleen were laying in the sun watching the airshow. Cinnabar heard the excited yells of the boys and looked to see what was grabbing their attention.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she spotted Amber and Johnson.

That got Kathleen's attention. She sat up and looked over. 

Johnson and Amber were out in the water, just far enough out that they were submerged up to Amber's shoulders. Johnson was holding her up against him. At first Cinnabar had thought they were just making out, but as she watched, it was clear that they were doing more than that.

"They're fucking," Kathleen said, feeling the heat of jealousy rising in her.

"Sure looks like it, Cinnabar commented, "I hope they don't get caught."

Out in the water, Johnson and Amber pumped harder against each other. The Blue Angels roared directly overhead while making a low pass over the lake, as Amber locked her lips on Johnson's and thrust up against him. Johnson knew he was about to blow. Amber ground harder against his cock, grunting as she did so, no longer caring whether or not anyone saw them or knew what they were doing. 

She cried out against his shoulder as she exploded with an orgasm. Her soft cry was just barely audible to the audience on the beach. Johnson groaned as he emptied his balls inside her. 

Johnson and Amber's friends watched as they waded back ashore, both grinning, Amber a little ahead of Johnson. Amber grinned but looked down guiltily, her face flushed. She knew right away they all knew she and Johnson were having sex. It was hard to feel too guilty though when she was feeling so good. 

Behind her, Johnson grinned at his buddies and gave a thumbs up. Kyle whooped and raised his beer can in congratulations, Chris and Eric cheered and grinned.

Amber walked in front of Johnson's buddies dripping wet. Her bikini, clinging to her wet body, looked almost as if it had been painted on. The top barely covered her erect nipples. The bikini bottom had pulled up even more in the back, so that almost her entire ass was clearly exposed, and was also pulled up tight in front, forming a camel toe.

As she walked past Johnson's friends toward Kathleen and Cinnabar, she looked over at them, reclined on their blankets, leering at her, and once again, she felt she knew how a piece of red meat might feel if dangled in front of a pack of hungry dogs. She flushed with pleasure and licked her lips unconsciously. 

Mentally, she felt she should be modest and ashamed, but she didn't feel that way, as she looked at the men looking at her, and saw their open mouths and stiff cocks tenting out their shorts, she felt a rush of excitement. 

"Show off," Cinnabar grinned at Amber as she settled back down on the towel next to her. 

Kathleen stood up and walked off, muttering that she was going to find a bathroom.

By this time, everyone was hungry for lunch, and Johnson had set up the hibachi and had lit the coals. Soon he had buffalo wings and hot links sizzling.

"Hey babe," Johnson said as he came walking up. "I'm just going back to the Escalade. I left something there."

"Oh, you want me to get it for you?" she offered.

"No, I'll get it myself. I just need you to stay and watch the food. I don't trust these losers to do it."

As Amber tended the hibachi, Cinnabar went to find the bathroom also. Where was Kathleen? She should be back by now. Cinnabar found the "Honey Buckets" the city had brought in for the event, and when she was done, she couldn't find Kathleen anywhere around. She headed toward where Johnson had parked his Escalade. As she walked toward the Escalade, she noticed some soft cries coming from a wooded area off the side of the road. 

Kathleen was standing up, bent over, her bikini bottoms were at her feet. Behind her Johnson gripped her bare waist as he ran his cock in and out of her cunt from behind.

Cinnabar crouched behind a bush close by and watched with amazement. She couldn't believe Kathleen was fucking her friend's boyfriend. She had just seen Amber and Johnson fucking out in the lake. She knew, watching them move against each other, and then seeing the "just-fucked" flush on Amber's face as she walked out of the lake, and now here Amber's boyfriend was, brazenly fucking her friend Kathleen right before her eyes!

The blatant treachery stunned Cinnabar, but she couldn't take her eyes off the sex act unfolding in front of her.

Meanwhile, back at the shore of the lake, Amber was getting bored. The guys were watching the hydroplanes and cheering their favorite boat. After the heat finished, she saw an opportunity to tease them more. She got up and walked slowly over to where they were laying down.

"Pardon me guys, I'm just trying to get down to the water--it's so crowded here," she explained, as she stepped over their heads, one by one, giving each a view up between her legs.

Amber thrilled as she felt them watching her with lust. She knelt in the shallow water where it was sandy and knelt over, giving them a close and excellent view of her bare ass cheeks. She knelt and frolicked in the water in front of them, her breasts bouncing, shiny and wet, barely covered by her wet bikini top.

Cinnabar watched as Johnson fucked Kathleen harder. His hands were hooked around the joint where her thighs bent down from her hips, and he pulled her back and forth, as she continued leaning over, her ass high in the air. Kathleen's brown hair was flying around, constrained somewhat by her headband. 

Cinnabar reached down and started stroking her own crotch through her lycra swimsuit bottom.

Kathleen was panting harder, and suddenly moaned and thrust back hard, smacking up against Johnson's thighs. She moaned aloud in orgasm, squirming her rear around Johnson's dick before finally collapsing on the ground in front of her, panting hard. She gasped for air and opened her eyes. Turning around she saw Johnson's stiff cock thrusting toward her face, and opened her lips. 

Johnson was close to cumming himself, but Kathleen had beat him. Now he grasped her head and thrust his cock past her lips until his balls smacked up against her chin. 

Moaning, he started moving his slick cock in and out of Kathleen's head rapidly. Kathleen turned her head slightly to the side, and his cock started pushing her cheek in and out rapidly as he held her head firmly against his groin. 

In this position, Kathleen opened her eyes and met Cinnabar's gaze. Cinnabar realized in that moment that Kathleen not only knew she was watching, but also that she was masturbating. Cinnabar felt herself start to orgasm. She felt the moisture gush into her panties.

As she watched, suddenly, Johnson stopped thrusting. A white froth erupted out of Kathleen's mouth, with Johnson's hard cock still buried to the hilt. His creamy jism poured out the side of her mouth and slowly ran down her chin and neck, streaking down her chest in multiple streams.

Cinnabar thought that maybe she should tell Amber, but later Kathleen explained to her that Johnson and Amber had an "open relationship". 

"But keep quiet about it? Okay? Even though they have an understanding, they don't want to advertise it--best not to talk about it. It's kind of private," Kathleen lied.

Cinnabar wasn't entirely convinced, but she decided it was best not to get in the middle of it and decided to take Kathleen at her word. Besides, although she adored Amber, she had been friends with Kathleen since junior high school, so she promised to forget about it.

A week after the Hydroplane races and Blue Angels' show, thousands of copies of the first DVD--"Amber Butterfly Comes Out" started shipping to porn shops and Internet retailers all across the country.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 06



 Ch 6 - The Party

"Johnson hasn't touched me in over two weeks!" Amber moaned to her friend Diana on her cell phone.

Amber had just gotten off the bus heading to work as she spoke to Diana on her cell phone, walking to work. 

"Amber, what's going on?"

"First he was sick for a few days--right after the hydroplane races. Then he had to leave town for a couple of days with Eric. Then there was a tennis tournament--said he had heard it helped his edge if he abstained from sex before playing. He told me Italians claimed it worked and helped make them more energetic and aggressive. Now he says he's busy with his new job. He's been on his computer nonstop."

"That's kind of strange, usually men are too horny to refrain from sex for so long," Diana observed.

"Diana, I'm going crazy. I didn't realize how much I've gotten used to having sex almost every single day--sometimes more. I want to fuck so bad I can't think of anything else! Every day at work, I'm so horny I find myself flirting outrageously with some of the customers, and I fantasize about having sex with them," she moaned to Diana.

"Girl, why don't you just get into your garter belts and seduce him when he comes to bed? Come on, use your natural gifts!"

"It's not working Diana, I have to go to work at night, and he's asleep when I come back, and too sleepy to do anything. In the morning, he's working at his computer. He's so intent, he tells me to leave him alone--that he has to concentrate on getting this film edited. And then we have our classes."

Diana thought hard. She felt sure Johnson was fooling around with someone else. She couldn't believe Johnson would shun sex for two weeks. She decided to play it soft for now until more evidence emerged.

"He's never let any of those things stop him before, right?" Diana asked.

Amber shook her head.

"He must be playing some kind of game," Diana concluded.

"What do you mean?" Amber asked.

"There's some ulterior reason he has that he's keeping secret from you. From what you've told me about Johnson, I just don't believe he's not having sex with you for the reasons he claims."

"Diana, I've got to go now, I'll call you back later," Amber said. She was walking through the red light district and wanted to pay attention. After they said goodbye she snapped the cell phone shut and slipped it back into her purse.

"Hey, are you looking for a date?"

She looked to her side. Some guy. Definitely sleazy looking. 

"Um, no, I'm just on my way to my job. Besides, I have a boyfriend," she replied.

"Hey, it won't take long, and your boyfriend doesn't have to know about it. I've got money--we can just go down this alley."

"Go away!" she yelled, suddenly realizing that he thought she was a hooker, and wanted to pay her for sex.

She was angry with herself more than with the sleazy john. Why did the realization that he wanted to pay her to have sex with him in the alley turn her on? Damn Johnson! It was his fault! If he were fucking her like he should be she wouldn't be feeling this way! And why couldn't he drive her to work in his new Escalade? He always had an excuse, or was gone out with his friends when she needed to go to work.

She walked past hookers and porno shops. She found herself glancing at the posters of DVDs in the window. She found curiosity tugging at her.

At the top of the street level, there was a neon sign with: "XXX DVD XXX PEEP SHOW." There was also a poster next to the door, which was wide open, that said "SUPER SUMMER SALE" and below that was a poster of the cover of a recent DVD release. On the cover, there was a woman, the star she guessed, and the DVD's title. The woman was wearing a negligee. In the windows further to the right, there were various sexual products and DVDs. She almost entered out of sheer curiosity, but the press of time pushed her forward. She had to get to her job in less than ten minutes.

"Kitty Kitty Kitty" Johnson's text message read as Kathleen flipped up her cell phone in response to the beep.

Soon she was up in Johnson's apartment, with her legs wrapped around Johnson's waist as he fucked her. Kathleen moaned with pleasure and dug her nails into Johnson's back as he thrust hard into her.

Later that night, after Amber returned home, she felt so horny she could barely control herself. She pulled off her clothes and slid under the covers to snuggle up to Johnson. She wanted to be fucked, and fucked long and hard in every orifice. 

"Come on baby," she moaned, as she writhed on top of Johnson. 

Johnson pushed her away. "Amber, I'm trying to sleep."

"I'll make you happy. Come one hon, please fuck me!" Amber moaned, reaching for his dick.

"Not now babe, my head is killing me," Johnson replied, pushing her hand away. "Do you realize how hard I've been working? And going to school full-time at the same fucking time?"

Amber rolled over and moaned in frustration. She had become used to sex of some sort almost every single day. Even when she was on her period, Johnson would at least have her blow him or fuck her in the ass, and he had earned his red wings a number of times as well. 

Amber writhed on the bed silently running her hands over her body. It's all she could do to keep from masturbating right in front of Johnson.

The next morning Amber woke to realize Johnson was in the shower. She got up quickly and went in to join him. Soon the were kissing and writhing together. After washing each other's backs and hair, Johnson knelt to clean her legs he soaped them up and down. She had one leg up, braced on the soap holder, as Johnson's face moved up and started licking her pussy.

The water sprayed all over both of them, and Amber moaned and moved her hips back and forth as Johnson ate her pussy. She tried to watch him as soap and shampoo ran down her face. 

However, Johnson's intention was not to satisfy her, and he knew her well enough to back off when she started getting close to an orgasm.

"Ohhh, stop teasing me," Amber complained and grabbed his head.

"Let's finish rinsing off and finish in the room," he suggested.

After they dried off they went into the room, naked, Amber turned around, and they kissed long and hard. Johnson slid his hands up and down Amber's backside, and moved his mouth down the side of her head and neck. 

Amber sighed and pulled him down to the bed with her. Finally!! She spread her legs wide as she stroked Johnson's hard cock, in anticipation of his penetration. She wanted to be fucked good and hard, over and over. She drew her legs up as he moved closer, his hard cock poking at the entrance to her dripping pussy.

Suddenly Johnson stopped and looked up at the alarm clock.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed and pushed away.

"What?" Amber asked, sitting up in alarm.

"I just remembered, I was going to meet Mike from Sunshine Communications in a half hour!"

"Oh shit! Come on baby, we can still do it. We can hurry!" Amber moaned.

"Sorry babe--I don't have time. I've got to run--no time," he replied as he leapt to his feet and pulled his boxers and slacks on, shoving his stiff prick inside.

After he dressed, he came up behind Amber and reached around cupping her breasts. Amber moaned and leaned back against him as he kissed and nibbled her neck while massaging her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.

"We better stop now, I really have to run!" he said, and with that he was out the door. Amber fell forward on the bed and pounded her pillow with her fists, screaming with frustration.

When Amber left for work in the evening, Johnson still had not returned, and later when she got home from work, he was bent over his laptop working away furiously. She went to her room to change, and when she approached him, she was clad only in her pumps, stockings, garters, and teddy.

He looked.

"Babe, I've got to finish this. It's due by tomorrow, and if I don't, I'll be in violation of my contract. I've got $10,000 riding on this."

Amber was on the verge of crying.

"Johnson, I am so fucking horny I'm about to go CRAZY!" she yelled.

"Look babe, I promise tomorrow after the party, I'll fuck you till your eyes cross and you beg for me to stop, but I really, really have to finish this!"

Amber stalked off to her room to strip off her lingerie and take a cold shower. She tried to clean herself, but her skin seemed hypersensitive. The drum of the shower spray against her breasts was arousing her further, and her nipples were hard. Her clitoris was engorged and as she cleaned herself she nearly came as her washcloth brushed up against her pussy. She managed to stop from masturbating. Johnson would take care of her tomorrow. If he didn't...

Amber, Johnson and Kathleen walked up the long curved driveway of the house. There were too many cars, so they had to park out on the street. 

"Dress sexy," Johnson had told her. "This is supposed to be a hot party."

Accordingly, Amber had dressed in a black, low-cut, one-piece party dress that Johnson had bought her. The top was cut low in front, leaving her shoulders and much of her ample bosom bare, and the skirt part was a mini, just barely covering her ass with only a few inches to spare. If she pulled it up to cover more of her breast, then the skirt barely covered her ass. If she pulled her skirt down, the top pulled down to where it barely covered her nipples. It was going to be a challenge dancing in this dress.

A part of Amber was embarrassed to wear it. She had never had the opportunity or the nerve to wear the one-piece in public before this, even though it was something Johnson had bought for her, but he had insisted. She knew Johnson liked to show her off, and she had to admit the cocktail dress made her feel horny, but that didn't take much, considering how long it had been since Johnson last fucked her. 

The main party was in the huge basement. In one corner, a make-shift stage was set up, with a rock band blasting away. In the opposite corner sat several kegs of beer. It was hot and crowded. Someone thrust a plastic cup of cold beer into Amber's hand and she started drinking. 

Soon Johnson found his business partners with Sunshine Communications who had set up the party.

"Babe, meet Rich and Mike--I work with them," Johnson said, introducing them.

Someone thrust another drink in Amber's hand and she stood looking around and drinking. It was hard for her to hear over the music, so she wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation. After several beers, she was getting antsy and eager to move, so Rich took her arm and led her out to the dance floor. 

Amber was on fire! Although with the pumps on her feet, she couldn't dance very easily, she writhed and moved her body to the song. She was trying to be careful not to let her tits spring free of the dress, but it wasn't easy. She liked the song though--"Love Shack". The dance floor was crowded, so she constantly felt the brush of other bodies up against hers as they all writhed and moved to the music. As she danced, she felt the skirt end of her dress riding up her hips. She tugged it back down, but this pulled her top down exposing more of her tits, almost to the point of exposing her nipples, but as she kept dancing, her skirt would ride up anyway.

While Rich and Amber were dancing, Mike pulled Johnson aside.

"Okay, here's the plan, we're going to slip a mickey in Amber's drink a little later when the party's thinned out some. Then we'll get the footage we need for the next video. Did you get her worked up and horny?"

"Oh yeah, I've been teasing her for over weeks. I think she'd bend over for any hard cock right now," Johnson said grinning.

Kathleen giggled at that.

"Perfect. Why don't you and Kathleen slip on out of here. It could complicate things if you stay."

After a while, Amber was ready for a break and another drink. When they went back to the table where the others had been sitting. To her surprise, only her Mike and Rich were at the table.

"Where did Johnson and Kathleen go?" she asked.

"He got a call on his cell phone and left. He said not to worry, he'll be back," Mike said.

Amber snatched her cell phone out of her purse and tried to call Johnson, but her call went directly to voicemail. She left a message and hung up.

"He said it was important, but not to worry--I told him I'd give you a ride home after the party if he didn't make it back by then."

Amber stewed about this as Rich handed her a cocktail. She drank it down as she sat down.

As she looked back toward the dance floor, she was relieved to see that she was not the only woman who had dressed so provocatively. She was shocked to see one young woman on the dance floor dressed in a bikini every bit as skimpy as what she herself had worn to the beach, although the style was a little different. This one was black, but it was accompanied by garter belts, fishnet stockings. On her head she wore a pair of Playboy bunny ears, and on her bikini bottom, which was little more than a g-string, there was a white bunny tail attached to a triangular panel above the crack of her ass. The bra had white Playboy bunnies as the print, and a single Playboy bunny head was centered on the front panel of the g-string. 

She sat, finding herself writhing to the music, and finished her drink. If Johnson couldn't be there, she decided she was going to have fun without him. She enjoyed the attentions of Mike and Rich. As she downed the last of her drink, one of them waved to a woman, who was bringing drinks around from the bar.

Amber looked back at the dance floor. She wanted to go back out. She was intrigued by the redhead on the dance floor in the Playboy outfit. Looking at the woman as her back came into view, she gasped in shock. The woman had a peacock tattoo on her back shoulder blade, and a rose tattoo on her ass. Cinnabar!

She sat there in shock, mouth agape, and suddenly Cinnabar spun around as she danced and caught her eye. Amber watched as Cinnabar said something to the young man she was dancing with, and then walked over to where Amber, Rich and Mike were sitting.

"Amber!" she cried in joy. She caught Amber's hand and pulled her to her feet. Amber rose and Cinnabar pulled her close in a passionate embrace, and kissed her full on the lips. Amber's eyes flew open in shock as she felt Cinnabar slip her tongue into her mouth. Cinnabar's tongue started roving around her mouth and danced with her own tongue while her lips moved softly against hers.

Amber felt her nipples tighten and heat build in her crotch. She wasn't a lesbian! Yet this all felt so good that she wanted more! Finally Cinnabar broke away and pulled Amber down next to her as she sat down. Amber felt Cinnabar's smooth thigh push against her own trembling thigh. 

"Um, Rich, Mike, I'd like you to meet my friend..."

"That's okay, Rich interjected. "We know Cinnabar."

"Oh, okay."

At that point, the group was joined by another man, who handed Cinnabar a drink. It was Cinnabar's dance partner.

"Ron, I'd like you to meet my friend Amber," Cinnabar introduced.

Ron was a man in his 30s, with thick dark curly hair and a thick moustache and goatee. Amber liked the look of him. He looked strong and solid. He gripped her handshake with a warm smile and sat down on her left side.

Cinnabar went to get more drinks, and Amber relaxed as she felt Ron's arm over her shoulders. She tensed at first. What would Johnson think? But she felt herself relax. Johnson wasn't here to see or complain--and even if he were, Johnson's arm wasn't on her, where it should be. So she was willing to welcome someone else's arm. Besides, where else was Ron supposed to put his arm anyway? They were pretty squished. Besides, she liked how his arm felt draped over her bare shoulders.

Cinnabar came back and handed her another drink. Cinnabar handed Amber her drink and continued standing for a minute in front of them all. Cinnabar's outfit no longer shocked her, in fact she admired how Cinnabar looked, and envied her. It didn't escape Amber's notice the way everyone--men and women at the party, looked at Cinnabar. She kind of wished she were dressed the same way.

Amber watched her own hand drift over and run up and down Cinnabar's thigh as if it were controlled by someone else. Cinnabar smiled down at her and sat down next to her.

"Don't stop, Cinnabar said. I enjoyed that."

Amber felt good and felt like hugging and kissing her again. Cinnabar's lips felt so soft against her own.

Amber was fascinated by Cinnabar's sexy outfit, and found herself tracing the line of the bikini bottom with her finger. The music, the warmth of people sitting close to her--she felt relaxed. She was having fun, and felt like having more. She was quickly forgetting about Johnson.

"You want to know a secret?" Cinnabar whispered in her ear.

Amber nodded.

"I'm so fucking horny I'm about ready to fuck the entire room!"

"Me too!" Amber giggled back.

"Come on, let's dance again" Cinnabar said, taking Amber's hand and pulling her to her feet.

Amber felt like she could dance forever, but she felt so good, relaxed and happy. As they danced, Amber became aware of a man filming them with a camcorder. She didn't worry about it, in fact, she felt rather flattered, that some stranger wanted her on his home video.

After they had been dancing for a while, Amber leaned in close to speak into Cinnabar's ear so that she could hear over the music. 

"I love that outfit."

Cinnabar gave her one of her sly smiles and then asked If Amber would like to try it on.

Amber eagerly agreed, and Cinnabar took her hand and led her to the stairs.

They barely noticed as the camera man followed them around.

As Amber followed Cinnabar up the stairs, she was at eye-level with Cinnabar's tattooed ass, and the bunny tail on the whale-tail of the g-string practically hypnotized her as it wiggled back and forth as Cinnabar climbed up the stairs. 

At the top of the stairs, Cinnabar led Amber down the hall and pulled her into a room. Cinnabar closed the door and pushed Amber up against the wall and started kissing her. Amber was so aroused that she didn't even think about resisting. The two girls continued kissing. Amber closed her eyes and moaned as Cinnabar's mouth covered her own, and their tongues swirled around each other. 

As the two women kissed, Cinnabar paused to slowly, sensuously, trace the outline of Amber's plush lips with her tongue. Neither of them noticed that the camera man had quietly come into the room behind them. They were too drunk and horny.

Cinnabar pulled Amber's dress down, and her heavy full breasts sprung free as she tugged the dress down past Amber's erect nipples. Amber bent backward as much as she could to tilt her nipple upwards toward Cinnabar's open mouth. Cinnabar took first one nipple, then the other in her lips and sucked each gently, causing a soft cry to escape Amber's lips. Cinnabar slipped her hand under the top of Amber's dress and pulled it down to her hips. It caught where Amber's hips were widest--barely clinging, revealing the top of her pubic mound and about half of her ass.

Cinnabar swung her around, and the dress gave up the ghost and slipped the rest of the way down her legs, and Amber stumbled and fell backward on the bed. Cinnabar fell forward on top of her, pinning her arms above her head, and the two kissed again, hard and long, until they both were gasping for breath. Cinnabar stood up, and pulled her g-string down and stepped out of it, and then pulled off her skimpy bra, then she bent back over Amber and the two nude women kissed again. 

Amber moaned as Cinnabar worked her way back down, kissing and sucking Amber's neck, where Amber would later find hickeys, and then Cinnabar started teasing and sucking Amber's nipples again. 

Amber arched her back as Cinnabar slowly kissed and licked her way down the blonde's taut torso. She moaned and tried to push Cinnabar's head down, but Cinnabar swatted her hands away, so Amber grabbed the blankets on the headboard to the bed above her head to give her hands something to grab and hold.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 06



"Cinnabar," Amber giggled. "Someone's watching us!"

Cinnabar turned toward the camera man for a minute.

"Do you mind?"

"Sorry," the camera mumbled and moved back into the darker corner of the room.

Cinnabar turned her attention back to Amber. With her tongue, she teased Amber's belly button stud for a few minutes, running her hands along Amber's smooth belly. Then she moved down further, kissing Amber's smooth skin which rippled under her lips. 

Cinnabar paused right over Amber's pussy for a moment. Her pussy was quivering and glistening wet. Cinnabar blew on it, but left Amber quivering with anticipation before moving down to her widespread thighs, and softly kissed and licked one thigh and then the other, moving closer back up to Amber's enflamed cunt.

"Cinnabar, PLEASE!" Amber managed to gasp. "I need it so bad!"

"Please what?" Cinnabar whispered.

"You know!" Amber gasped.

"Tell me! I want to hear you say it!" Cinnabar demanded.

"Eat me! For God's sake, eat my pussy!"

Cinnabar grinned and lowered her mouth to Amber's pussy as she tensed in anticipation. Cinnabar eyed Amber's engorged clit and licked it from top to bottom, making Amber shudder and undulate her hips. 

Amber couldn't resist any longer, she let go of the headboard and reached down to grasp Cinnabar's red hair as Cinnabar teased her engorged clit with her tongue.

Cinnabar paused and pulled away.

"Honey, why are you stopping?" Amber moaned. "Finish me!"

Amber tried to pull Cinnabar's face back down to her crotch, but Cinnabar crawled up to kiss Amber on the lips.

Amber luxuriated in Cinnabar's kiss. She tasted her own juices in Cinnabar's mouth, but instead it turned her on.

"I need some attention too," Cinnabar whispered in Amber's face.

"Okay, I'll do you too! Just don't stop!" Amber moaned in frustration.

Cinnabar turned around and straddled Amber's face and settled her pussy down on Amber's mouth. 

Amber saw Cinnabar's pussy above her, slowly descending. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this--she was about to eat her friend's pussy! But she was so fucking horny she was in a fog of lust and couldn't help it. 

Cinnabar felt Amber's arms circle her waste and grab her ass and pull her close. Cinnabar felt a rush of pleasure as Amber started eating her out. She cried out in pleasure and fought to keep from losing control of her hips as Amber eagerly fastened her lips on Cinnabar's clit and started sucking and nibbling.

Amber paused and moaned, thrusting her pussy back up toward Cinnabar and Cinnabar remembered to return Amber's attention. She leaned forward and slid her hands under Amber's ass and scooped the blonde's ass cheeks up to pull her pussy toward her face as she leaned over.

Amber moaned into Cinnabar's wet pussy as the redhead resumed her pussy eating. She tried hard to focus, but it was difficult. She tried to control her feelings and thought the best thing to do was to bring Cinnabar to a climax as quickly as she herself was. 

The two young women ate each other out furiously. After a few minutes, they rolled on to their sides. Amber was vaguely aware of Cinnabar slender legs drawn up alongside her arms with her heels next to her head. 

She felt an orgasm welling up inside her and fought to keep herself still. Cinnabar's hips were writhing hard in the grip of her arms and she held on tight and kept her lips on the redhead's clit as she felt Cinnabar start to undulate in hard jerking movements and moan against her own cunt. 

Amber felt a surge of lubrication ejaculate from Cinnabar's cunt and the realization that she was cumming pushed Amber over the edge. Tears of pleasure welled up in her even as she felt her own cunt start to spasm. She was cumming hard and cried with pleasure into Cinnabar's spasming pussy.

JC the camera man realized the two young women were so engrossed in each other that they were only vaguely aware he was even in the room. This had to be the hottest lesbian scene he had ever filmed. He had a raging boner and it had been hard as Hell staying focused and getting the right shots, but once it was edited JC knew this would be smoking hot scene. He got one more shot of the two girls kissing the insides of each other's thighs and murmuring to each other as they started relaxing, and then he quietly slipped out of the room.

"We'd better get back down to the party," Cinnabar said, disentangling from Amber. 

The two girls stood up to pull their clothes back on--Cinnabar had little to put back on. 

"Wait--I really DID want to try that on" Amber said as Cinnabar started pulling her Playboy bikini back on.

"Sure," Cinnabar responded pulling the G-string off again.

Amber looked at the g-string for a minute. It was black with a triangular panel in front, which would barely cover her pubic mound, with a white Playboy Bunny embroidered. There was a fluffy bunny tail attached to the top of the T in the back.

She stepped in it one foot at a time and pulled the straps up over her hips. She pulled the bra on and Cinnabar helped her tie it up, and then gave her the bunny ears to put on.

Amber spun around in front of Cinnabar, who murmured with approval. Amber felt incredibly sexy, and in spite of her orgasm under Cinnabar's tongue only a few moments ago, felt herself getting intensely aroused again.

"Come on, I think it's time we got back to the party!" Cinnabar grinned as she pulled Amber's party dress on over her bare body.

When the two girls returned they found most of the remaining party guests had departed, with a few groups scattered around. Amber stared in astonishment at one group where people were having sex openly in front of everyone. Cinnabar stood next to her and watched for a moment, then took her by the hand and led her back to the sofa where Mike, Rich, and Ron were still seated with cocktail glasses in their hands.

"Where have you two been?" Mike complained. "I was just about to come look for you."

Cinnabar swept her arm back as if introducing Amber for the first time.

"I give you Amber Wood, Playboy Playmate of the Month!" Cinnabar proclaimed.

Amber walked in between the two facing sofas and put her hands up behind her head and wiggled her tush with her bare ass cheeks and white bunny tail up above the crack of her ass. The men whooped and clapped, running their hands up and down her thighs.

"I don't know, Rich said. "The top looks too tight."

Amber gasped as she felt a quick tug and the bra fell away, liberating Amber's ample bosom. Cinnabar, the culprit, whooped loudly, swung the bra above her head, making the men applaud in appreciation.

"Oh come on! Show us your tits!" Ron protested as Amber squealed and covered her naked breasts. 

"Relax Amber, we're all friends here!" Mike added. 

Amber looked over at Cinnabar, who smiled and nodded in encouragement. Amber relaxed and let go of her breasts, feeling them sway and settle on her chest, nipples erect. She grinned as the group cheered around her and she rewarded their attention by doing a little dance, her arms in the air and then behind her head, bending over with her ass toward them, shaking her tail, and then turning around and shaking her tits for them with a big grin on her face. They applauded, and Amber laughed wildly. One of the men ran his hands up and down her torso, and she thrilled at the feel of the rough masculine hands on her sensitive skin. His hands slid up and cupped her full swaying breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples between his fingers. Amber moaned and turned her head to the side as she felt his lips kissing and nibbling her neck. Then she fell forward giggling and collapsed on one of the sofas next to Cinnabar. 

Someone handed Amber another drink and she was soon laughing and giggling at something Mike told her. After a few minutes she had finished her drink and was about to get up and dance again when she felt Cinnabar's lips brush against her ear. She leaned over to hear what Cinnabar was whispering. 

"Guess what?" 

"What?" Amber replied.

"I told Ron about what we did to each other upstairs," Cinnabar whispered in her ear.

Amber was vaguely aware that she should be embarrassed, but she felt so good and secure that she found it didn't bother her.

"So what did he think of that?"

"Take a look!" Cinnabar giggled nodding toward Ron, who sat on her other side.

Amber looked around Cinnabar to where Ron was sitting. To her astonishment, Cinnabar had Ron's cock pulled out of his trousers and was stroking it! Ron was clearly aroused. His cock was stiff and a faint gleam of preseminal fluid glistened in the tiny slit at the tip.

Amber gave a little shriek and exploded in a fit of laughter.

"Come sit over here and feel it! It's really, really hard!" Cinnabar encouraged.

Amber moved over to the other side of Ron and looked down in his lap at his stiff erection that Cinnabar was stroking. The two moved over to give Amber room on Ron's other side, and Cinnabar moved her hand away as Amber reached over and took hold.

As Amber grasped Ron's cock, she felt her blood start to boil. She stroked Ron's cock, reveling in the feel of it.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" Cinnabar whispered, bending down closer.

Amber wanted a closer look and moved down so that she was laying prostate on the sofa, and bent her legs upward rather than letting them hang off the end of the couch. The two young women examined the stiff cock between them.

"This cock deserves the best blowjob we can give it," Cinnabar looking into Amber's eyes staring over the slit at the tip. "Join me?" 

In response, Amber flicked out her tongue and ran it from bottom of Ron's shaft up to the tip of the head, and then down again. Cinnabar emulated her on the other side. The two girls ran their tongue's up and down either side of Ron's stiff cock, then took turns swallowing him. As Cinnabar ran her mouth down to the base of his erection, Amber went up to the top and down, taking him deep inside, and then she came back up and ran her mouth down just as Cinnabar came up to dive down on him. Back and forth they went, timing it perfectly. 

Amber couldn't keep it up any longer. She loved the taste of his preseminal fluid and wanted more. She plunged down again, and then started bobbing her head up and down, taking him deep. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop and directed his stiff shaft over to Cinnabar's mouth. Cinnabar also ran her mouth up and down, making slurping noises. Amber watched closely as Ron's cock pushed Cinnabar's cheek out. She loved watching Cinnabar give head, and felt her cunt getting incredibly wet.

It was her turn, and Cinnabar watched as Amber bobbed her head up and down. She suddenly became aware of the lense of a camera moving close-in. The idea that this would be in somebody's private collection made her hot. She did her best to give them a good show, tilting her head so that the camera would have a good shot of her head plunging up and down Ron's cock. Ron's cock pushed her cheek out dramatically each time she went down. Up her wet lips glided along the veined leathery skin of Ron's cock, and then down again. She went down all the way to the root, deep throating him, as she watched the camera, and then pulled her mouth off, giving Cinnabar her turn. She held his stiff prick in her hands pumping it a couple of times, then directed it into Cinnabar's mouth.

Cinnabar was also well-practiced at deep-throating, but couldn't quite do it as well as Amber, gagging somewhat in the process. She pulled her mouth off more quickly and stroked his cock again around the base a few times, and then slid her lips back down his slick shaft. He was lunging up now, trying to fuck her throat. 

"Take it Amber!" Cinnabar encouraged her mouth close to Ambers' Ron's mushroom-shaped cockhead between their mouths. "Take his cum!"

Cinnabar helped stroke him and watched closely as Ron started to spurt into Amber's mouth but after a couple of spurts, she remembered the camera and let Ron's prick slip out of her mouth as it was still ejaculating. A shot flew up and fell on her face and hair. Cinnabar leaned over to try to catch a spurt in her mouth and got blasted in the eyes. The girls giggled as each took blast after blast of cum all over their faces.

The other guys cheered and congratulated Ron. One man compared him to someone called "Peter North", but Amber had no idea who that was.

She wiped her mouth and looked Cinnabar in the eyes--they were both covered with cum and giggled.

The both went upstairs to clean up a little in one of the bathrooms. 

As they came back out, they found that the guys had come upstairs, and they were led into one of the bedrooms. 

She walked in to see Cinnabar kneel in front of a couple of guys she had not been introduced to. Both of the guys were naked and had their dicks out, and Cinnabar was grasping one of them stroking him.

She looked up into Amber's eyes.

"Race you!" she challenged. 

Amber really wanted to be fucked, but she couldn't resist Cinnabar's challenge, so she dropped to her knees next to her and started stroking the second chap's cock.

"Go!" Cinnabar said, taking the cock in front of her into her mouth.

Amber followed suit. She didn't spend much time and effort on any preliminaries. This would not be a blowjob to draw out slowly. This was a no-holds barred, fast and furious blowjob race. Slurping sounds filled the room.

She stroked the prick in her hand hard as she bobbed her head back and forth. She used her thumb to massage the soft underside of his cock, swooping down and then up again. 

Amber looked over at Cinnabar, who was blowing the guy next to her in much the same fashion. She had her head turned to the side to watch Amber, and the cock in her mouth made her cheek bulge out.

Amber's attention was jerked around to the other side. The camera guy was filming her again. She decided to put on a show for him.

She slowed down her strokes, taking his cock deep, and then came back up, all the way to the tip. Then looking sideways at the camera, she flicked her tongue around the head of his cock and ran her mouth up and down the side of his cock. Then she opened her mouth wide and took the cock in deep, until his balls slapped against her chin. She continued this performance, gripping the base of the shaft tight for fear he would go off too soon. 

She paused and held his stiff shaft up as she took his balls into her mouth one at a time, and sucked on them. Her man moaned above her, and she stuck the head of his cock in her cheek, and looked into the camera as he drove it in and out. 

Suddenly she heard a cry to her right. She looked over just as her man grabbed her head with his hands and started sawing in and out of her mouth rapidly. To her right, white streams of cum erupted out of Cinnabar's mouth as the prick in her throat erupted. Cinnabar's throat was visibly swallowing most of his load.

Amber had been so busy putting on a show that she had let Cinnabar win. Well, if she couldn't win now, she could at least continue her focus of putting on a show for everyone. She could tell the cock plunging in and out of her mouth was going to explode big-time--and any second.

Amber's man was fucking her mouth rapidly now, his balls smacking her chin with each thrust. She heard him moan and felt plunging stop--he was cumming! She grabbed his cock by the root and pulled it out of her mouth at that very instant, and started stroking him. A stream of cum flew up and landed down her face, and then a second, a third, a fourth...stream after stream of white jism landed on her face, in her eyes, on her nose, in her air, in her open mouth, until her face was covered with cum.

She heard cheering, and even though she couldn't see out of her eyes, she was aware of the camera near her face.

Other guys had walked into the room and had cheered the two cocksuckers. She stood up with a grin on her face as the cum ran down her neck and on to her chest.

Soon afterwards Amber found herself straddling Rich's lap and kissing him. She felt his hard cock impeded by the panties she still wore, so she stood up and pulled them off before straddling him once again. She reached down and guided his stiff cock into her wet cunt and started riding him up and down. She couldn't believe how hot and wet her cunt was. 

Oh God, it felt so good. She started squeezing and releasing his cock rhythmically with her cunt, slowly sliding up and down his cock, which felt almost as hard as steel, but hot. 

In her peripheral vision, she saw a man holding a camera, filming them, and decided to continue the show. The realization she was being watched and filmed made her hot. Her lips parted in lust. She heard whimpering and realized it was coming from her own lips. Amber moved up and down more vigorously, her large tits bouncing and swaying. She cupped them and massaged them.

Amber felt something nudge against her cheek. She turned her head, and a hand came down on her head and guided her open mouth down on a stiff prick.

She eagerly took it in and bobbed her head back and forth, thrilling in the feel of a cock in her cunt and in her mouth at the same time. After only a few minutes, the hands on her head clasped hard as the cock sawed in and out of her mouth rapidly, and she almost choked as the prick in her throat started spurting its cum just as she had gone down deep. She pulled up quickly and started swallowing, but was dismayed when he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

She looked at it, stroking it with her hand as a stream of hot white fluid shot out of the tiny slit at the tip of the head, spraying her on the cheek. She kept pumping it with her hand, trying to catch the cum in her open mouth. She managed to catch some jets, but most of it ended up all over her face.

As the man in front of her stepped away, she looked over and saw Cinnabar. She was on her side, facing Amber. A man was laying behind her, holding Cinnabar's leg up, and Amber saw that he was plunging his cock in and out of her asshole. Amber watched in fascination as she continued bouncing up and down the stiff cock she was riding.

She felt herself getting close to an orgasm. Rich had grabbed her flexing ass cheeks and was pulling her up and down hard. She closed her eyes for a moment in ecstasy, whimpering with lust. She opened her eyes again, looking over at Cinnabar again. Not only was Cinnabar getting fucked in the ass, but Ron was fucking her in the mouth. Her lips glided smoothly back and forth on his long slick prick, and she was making slurping sounds each time she took him in. Cinnabar looked over and caught Amber's eyes and they watched each other fucking.

Another cock came into Amber's field of vision and she quickly opened her mouth wide and took it in. Amber decided she loved taking two or more cocks at one time. She enthusiastically sucked, shuddering with pleasure as she got closer to an orgasm. It was getting harder to concentrate, and she was sucking harder in response. The man she was sucking off ran his cock hard, all the way in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping up against her chin.

She heard a moan above her head and "Oh my God!" as the cock in her mouth exploded. This time the jism was so copious it immediately overfilled her mouth and started running down her chin and dripping onto her nipples.

She heard a whirring sound of the man with the camcorder, and licked the cum dripping from cock in her hand, looking right into the camera as she did so. She found it exciting that she would be on someone's private video and hoped she would get a chance to see it. 

"You've got to promise to let me see this later," she requested, her voice slurred with lust.

"Don't worry--I promise you'll see it at some point," the camera-man responded.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 06



Amber became aware of the camera man moving around behind her and leaned forward as she humped her hips up and down Rich's cock. She wanted to give the camera a nice shot of her pussy riding up and down the stiff cock. As he bent over, she dipped her nipples toward Rich's mouth, and he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. 

To her right, another cock. This guy had been watching and stroking his cock, and he was about to cum at any second. She took him in her mouth and stroked a few times, and soon he came in her mouth as well. After a few strokes he pulled his cock free and started squirting huge loads of jism at her head, and at that moment she started cumming. She cried out in pleasure, and underneath her, she heard Rich give a moan.

His large palms lifted her hips high and he slid out of her cunt, running his cock between the cleft of her as cheeks, spraying cum all over her ass and lower back.

As the two men finished cumming and her multiple orgasms subsided, Amber disengaged and pulled away. Someone handed her a towel and she wiped herself dry. She blinked in the bright light. Why were their bright umbrellas in the room, and why hadn't she noticed them before?

Another naked man stepped into her vision, as she looked him up and down in admiration, he signaled for her to get on her hands and knees, and she did so, climbing up on the bed where Cinnabar was being fucked. She spread her legs apart--eager for this stud to start fucking her. She arched her back and thrust her haunches back anxious for him to impale her with his stiff cock. 

The man crawled up behind her on his knees, and wetting his fingers, he slipped them along her pussy. She was plenty wet already though, and she closed her eyes moaning, moving her hot pussy against his fingers. 

Amber looked back around.

"Stop playing and fuck me hard!" she said with a whimper. 

She didn't even know the guy's name--but she was too hot to care. She watched as he lined his huge dick up to her pussy, and as he speared into her, she pushed back with a moan. 

The porn star fucking her, John, felt his cock slip deep inside her. He gave her a few seconds to accommodate his size, then grasped her around the waist and started pulling her rapidly back and forth. 

"Damn! This babe was hot!" he thought to himself. He looked down at her beautifully spherical ass cheeks, bouncing as he fucked her hard. That huge tattoo on her back was a turn on. He noticed that the fairy on her ass looked exactly like the babe he was fucking, and it nearly made him cum right there. Only his extensive experience and control kept him from doing so. Her back and ass were rippling as she fucked back, and she was moaning up a storm.

A camera man approached, and he moved at an angle a little so that the camera could catch the penetration of his long cock into her swollen pussy. After a couple of minutes, the camera man moved elsewhere, and John moved back so that he could penetrate deep. 

Amber was moaning as she rocked back and forth. She loved getting pounded like this. She heard Cinnabar's cries of pleasure and opened her eyes.

Either a new guy was fucking Cinnabar in the ass, or the same guy but in a different position. This time she was sitting on his cock, and the stud fucking her had his hands under her legs and was lifting her up and down on his cock. Ron was still fucking her mouth, though he looked very close to cumming. 

Cinnabar was moaning, obviously close to cumming herself. As Amber herself was being fucked doggie-style, she watched Cinnabar's open cunt as the cock continued ramming Cinnabar in the ass. Amber moved a little closer, and John, seeing her intent, moved with her without pulling his cock out. He encouraged Amber by placing a hand between her shoulder bales and gently pressing down. He pulled her hands back and Amber's face fell forward toward Cinnabar's sopping wet cunt. 

Amber started licking Cinnabar's sopping wet cunt up and down. It was tricky, with Cinnabar being fucked in the ass at the same time, her cunt was bouncing up and down as Amber tried to eat her out. Amber found that it was hard to concentrate on both ends of her body, especially the way Cinnabar was bouncing and squirming under her tongue, but she found that if she concentrated on her own oral pleasure-giving, her hind quarters would take care of itself. She let her hind quarters go on autopilot as she concentrated on eating her friend. Cinnabar started whimpering around the cock still plunging in and out of her mouth, as Amber's ministrations, as well as the cock in her ass were swiftly bringing her to a climax.

Cinnabar started moaning around the cock in her mouth as Ron started cumming. Amber glanced up to see long streaks of white cum running out the corner of Cinnabar's mouth and down her cheeks and chin. Amber latched onto to Cinnabar's clit and sucked, and Cinnabar started bucking and squirting into Amber's mouth as she came hard. Amber heard the guy who was fucking Cinnabar's ass moan, and she saw a little bit of cum streaking his cock as he continued plunging in and out of her ass. He pulled out of her ass and his cock sprang into view in front of Amber's face, spraying his white semen all over her face as she tried to take it in her mouth. 

As he pulled away, Amber licked up the juices oozing from Cinnabar's spasming pussy. As Cinnabar moved and disengaged, Amber felt a nudge against her cheek. Another stiff pricking beckoned her, and she quickly opened her mouth wide and took it in deep.

She held herself up with one hand and used the other to stroke the cock as it ran in and out of her mouth. She couldn't keep it up long though, and needed both hands to hold herself up. Besides, the cock was plunging deeper into her mouth, leaving little room for her hand to grasp anyway. 

Behind her, John kept pounding her doggie style, harder and faster. Watching Amber eat pussy, and now suck dick, turned him on more. Her pussy was so hot, wet and tight he almost swooned from lust. Her tattoo rippled on her back as her round haunches continued undulating and moving back and forth. 

Amber felt as if she were about to explode again. The cock in her mouth was plunging in and out of her throat, but fortunately Johnson and Kathleen had taught her well how to deep throat, and she took the cock deep without any problems. As she blew him, his balls slapped against her chin as he plunged in and out of her mouth. 

Once again, Amber saw a camera man approach out of the corner of her eye, and she tilted her head to the side, making the cock in her mouth push her cheek out with each in-stroke, and to allow the camera a good view. 

Amber was in a state of sheer ecstasy and started feeling another orgasm welling up insider her. She moaned around the cock plunging in and out of her mouth and thrust her hips back harder as she was being fucked. Her sweat-streaked hair dangling on the sides of her face swayed back and forth.

The man fucking her mouth stiffened up and grabbed her head, lifting one leg up so that he had only one knee on the floor. At this angle, he could work his cock in and out of her mouth better. He plunged in her mouth a few times, and then tried to pull out to spray her face, but Amber wanted his cum and tried to follow his withdrawing cock as cum started spurting all over her face before she reached up with one hand and grabbed the ejaculating cock and stuck it back in her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed the remaining jism, and at the same time felt her pussy contract with an explosive orgasm. Streams of white jism ran down the side of her face. She tried not to choke as she cried out in pleasure. 

John, who had been fucking her hard doggie-style, felt the contractions start in his prostate. His balls were so filled with sperm they were starting to hurt. He raced around on his knees and knelt in front of her and stroked his cock a few times.

Amber felt another splatter of cum on the side of her head. She pulled the cock in her mouth out with a pop and turned her head to try to catch the jism in her mouth, but it was too late. John stroked his cock again, spraying her all over her face and tits.

Amber collapsed panting. She felt so invigorated and excited. Never before had she been in a state of such total bliss. Someone handed her another towel, and she almost jumped as someone else wiped walked up and helped wipe off her chest. Who were these people? They were dressed! 

Another man in clothes took her gently by the arm.

"Come here sweetie," he said gently. 

At another bed, a man was laying naked, stroking his cock and looking at her. She grinned at the man in the clothes.

"You want me to fuck him?" she asked.

The director smiled and nodded, and Amber climbed up on the bed, straddling the man's legs. She slid her tits along his thighs as she did so, and as she reached his cock, she paused for a moment and grasped his cock in her hand. She stroked it gently and pulled it up and toward the man's belly, and then took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked gently, watching his face as she did so. She let his testicle slip from her mouth after a few seconds and took the other one in her mouth. 

After a few seconds, she let the second testicle fall out of her mouth and then she tongued the underside of his cock up and down a few times, and then took the head of his cock into her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue and stroking him as she did so.

"That's fine Amber, but crawl up and take his prick into your pussy now," the director told her.

She pulled her mouth off of the man's prick and did what the nice man wanted. Straddling this cute guy's cock, she reached down and guided him into her pussy, and then slowly sank down with a sigh. The man's thick hard cock was pretty big and stretched out her pussy. It felt so good it was beyond description. She started working her hips up and down, sliding up and down this nice man's long hard cock. She placed her hands on his chest and started working up and down harder. 

Amber looked over to see if she could see Cinnabar. To her astonishment, Cinnabar was only a few feet away, also sitting on a cock. She watched Amber's peacock tattoo on her shoulder as her friend undulated, fucking the cock she sat on. Amber looked down to watch Cinnabar's ass rising up and down. She could clearly see the thick cock snaking in and out of Cinnabar's cunt, and she could see Cinnabar's swollen labia wrapped around the cock, and the glistening sheen of her juices on the stiff prick that slipped in and out of her cunt.

Suddenly her view was blocked. Someone was getting in the way. They moved back, and she briefly saw that Cinnabar's ass was glistening, as if some sort of oil had been applied. Then she saw another man appear, stroking his erection. He crawled up behind Cinnabar, and Amber gasped as she saw the man direct the head of his cock near Cinnabar's ass. Cinnabar stopped moving up and down for a minute and bent over more, giving him easier access to her asshole. 

Amber moaned in pleasure as she watched the second man slowly work his cock all the way in to Cinnabar's asshole. The sight of it turned her on. Then the two men began moving back and forth rhythmically. Amber almost passed out from lust. It looked so sexy.

Suddenly, she felt someone behind her spreading her as cheeks, and felt a squirt of some sort of oil into her asshole. She felt a shudder run up her spine as she realized she was about to get the same treatment. She stopped her up and down movements and leaned forward. 

"Spread her ass for me," she heard a man behind her say, and the man underneath her who was fucking her pussy grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

She gasped as she felt the head of a second dick pop it's way through her lubed asshole. He slowly drove his cock all the way in, until she felt his groin pressing against her backside. She came close to hyperventilating with sexual excitement as she felt both men start slowly fucking her.

Oh my god! It felt so good she could barely open her eyes or move. It kind of hurt at first a little, but after a few minutes, aided by the lubrication, her holes stretched to accommodate the intrusion. She tried to move, but she didn't need to though, both men took turns slowly fucking her back and forth, developing their own rhythm with her in between them, very gradually picking up speed as her body got used to the presence of their stiff cocks in two orifices. She held herself up with her arms to avoid smothering the man below her with her full swaying breasts.

The sensations were amazing--two stiff cocks inside her, separated by just a thin membrane. She was ground back and forth between them, stretched to the limit, clitoris mashed back and forth as they fucked her good and hard. The man fucking her in the ass leaned forward more, so that the camera man could get a good shot of the two dicks working in and out of her pussy and ass. 

Amber was so overwhelmed with pleasure she nearly swooned. The two men pumped her back and forth. What an amazing fuck! Amber moaned and whimpered. Each time one cock plunged into her pussy, the one in her ass pulled out a little, and when the cock in her ass pushed back in, the one in her pussy pulled out--one in, one out, back and forth. 

Very quickly, the multiple orgasms started hitting her like waves on a beach--over and over she came. Amber panted and strained to see through the sweat dripping in her eyes. She could barely see, but Cinnabar was going through the same thing. She could see the muscles flex in the ass of the man fucking Cinnabar's ass, and the cocks plunging in and out of Cinnabar's ass and pussy. Cinnabar was moaning and crying out in ecstasy. Amber could barely hear or see straight though, waves of pleasure were washing through her like pulses of energy. Her mouth was open, screaming out in pleasure. 

She suddenly saw another dick close to her face, and she opened her mouth to take it in. She bobbed her head on the cock, nearly overcome with lust and pleasure. Within a few pumps of her mouth moving up and down on the slick cock running back and forth across her lips, her blowjob yielded another reward for her waiting mouth, and she felt the cum hit her tongue. The cock pulled out of her mouth, and the man whom she had been fellating pumped his cock, spraying his jism all over her face. 

She felt the cock in her ass pull out and felt a warm squirt splashes of cum fall on her back and ass cheeks. She saw a white streak erupt from the head of the prick in front of her and felt another squirt fall on her tits. 

Cum and sweat streaked down the side of her face and dripped off her lips and chin as Amber screamed and exploded in a final massive orgasm. It was too much sensation--the room was starting to spin around. Then she blacked out.

Amber remember very little about that night. She awoke to find someone wiping her off with damp towels, and someone was holding a bathrobe for her. Then she remembered someone helping her into a car, Mike maybe? Then he drove her home in silence and dropping her off at her apartment. 

It was dark inside, but she had sobered enough where she could stand and walk without falling over. She quietly went to the bathroom and took a shower. Afterwards, she crept into the bedroom in the dark--hoping Johnson wasn't there. 

She had sobered enough by this time to realize that Johnson was in the room, and she tried to quietly slip in the covers without waking him, but he was already awake. 

The light rudely blazed on as Johnson sat up and turned the lamp switch on.

She blinked in the harsh light, naked and vulnerable.

"Where the Hell have you been?" he asked angrily.

Of course, he knew exactly where she had been, and had orchestrated it, but he saw a good opportunity to use guilt to manipulate her. 

Amber started sobbing. 

"Johnson, I'm sorry--I was at the party--you never came back--I didn't know it would all happen!" she said between sobs.

Johnson looked at her angrily.

"Slut!" he said, and reached over and turned off the light.

Then he rolled away from her and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Of course, Amber could not see the grin on his face as he walked out.

Amber cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, around 2 p.m. the following afternoon. Her jaw ached. Her pussy and asshole felt sore. She rolled over. Johnson was not at home.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 07



Chapter 7 - The Butterfly Takes Wing

Amber settled slowly on Johnson stiff prick and eased slowly down. As always, she was sopping wet when she fucked. Johnson's hard-on slid into her easily. She sighed with pleasure as her ass cheeks settled on Johnson's thighs and her engorged clit rested on his pubic mound.

She leaned forward to kiss him on the lips and started moving her hips up and down, breathing hard as she plastered Johnson's mouth and face with her kisses. She loved how her stiff clit rubbed up and down on Johnson's hard dick when she fucked him this way.

Johnson liked fucking women this way also. He could relax and let them do the work, and he always had a great view of their tits bouncing and swaying as they moved up and down. This was especially true with Amber. She had such great tits. He reached up, letting the firm masses fill his palms as she continued rocking. She leaned forward again, dipping one of her large, firm breasts into his face. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently, gratified by her soft whimpers of pleasure.

As she continued writhing and rocking on his boner, he ran his hands up and down her rippling back and she undulated on top of him, gasping with pleasure. He reached down and grasped her muscular ass cheeks with his large palms. Her ass flexed as she levered herself up and down with greater speed. 

He was getting close. Amber was too. She was panting and kissing him again, breathing more rapidly and crying out softly with pleasure. Her cries of pleasure were getting louder. Johnson felt his balls were going to explode soon. He rolled over on top of Amber, sliding his hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and apart, her knees on either side of her head, and then started fucking her hard from on top.

Amber loved it, and grew more vocal in her cries of pleasure as he plowed into her from above, slamming harder and harder, his balls slapping up against her upturned as cheeks. Amber started cumming hard and cried out with pleasure. 

As she finished her orgasm, Johnson pulled out suddenly and moving his cock down below her pussy, nudged the head of his cock up against her asshole. It was so wet with her juices that he didn't have too much trouble working his cock up into her rectum. Slowly, he started fucking her slowly in and out in the asshole.

Johnson gasped--it was tight! Although Amber's pussy stayed fairly tight due to her good exercise and stretching habits, her pussy was much tighter. He knew he wouldn't last long. He fucked her ass for about one minute, but that's as long as he could do it before he started cumming. He pulled his dick out of her ass just in time to spray all over her belly and tits.

Amber sighed with pleasure and rubbed his cum into her skin as Johnson got up out of bed. 

"Why don't you take a shower first," Johnson suggested.

She quietly complied without hesitation. Ever since the party she had lived in fear that Johnson would dump her. She went out of her way to please him. She cooked dinner for him every night. When he was a little late coming home, she felt terrified he had left her, and when she heard his keys in the door, she felt relief and rushed into his arms. Whenever they made love, she felt a sense of relief, as if she were being given a gift. Her feelings of guilt made her cater to his every whim.

As Amber took a shower, Johnson pulled out his second cell phone--the one he kept hidden from Amber, and called Mike to set up an appointment for the next day to discuss Amber's DVD releases. Johnson didn't like to share the shower, so he waited for Amber to finish. 

After Johnson finished his shower, he came back into the room.

"I'm going to go meet with Mike to talk about some film projects I'm working on with him, he said as he slapped Amber on the ass. "Don't forget the guys are coming over for the game tonight. Make sure and wear that hot new top to tease them."

Amber nodded, she knew how much Johnson liked showing her off and teasing his friends, so she always played along.

"It went fantastic, Mike told Johnson. "You did a fine job prepping her, and your girlfriend is a natural born porn star. She took to the camera as if it was in her DNA."

They were sitting in a private booth in a bar, drinking cocktails.

"And when do you think I'll get my first royalty check?" Johnson asked.

"A couple of months. The first copies should be hitting the shelves now, the next three will be released one each month afterwards. The first is being shipped now, the second is being printed, and the third is in post-production. With this new footage, together with other material you've shot, and filler material with other stars, we have enough for about six movies total."

Johnson picked up copy of the first. "The Seduction of Amber Butterfly ". The cover of the DVD showed a picture of Amber on her knees, completely naked. He recognized the shot. It was one Mike had asked him to stage. 

She was kneeling in front of him about to perform a blowjob, although he was out of sight--edited out of the shot. Her amazing tattoo was visible from the back of her shoulders to her ass, her hair was done up in a high ponytail so that the camera would have a good shot of her tattoo as she blew him. She was looking over her shoulder straight at the camera. He had staged it right after her tattoo was finished by telling her he had to go somewhere shortly, just as she was about to blow him, and she had looked at the clock over her shoulder where the camera was hidden to see what time it was. He nodded, pleased. It was a hot picture.

"Here's a proof for the next cover," Mike said, handing over a glossy picture, about the size of the DVD case.

Johnson picked it up. The title was "Amber Butterfly Comes Out." Amber was modeled on the cover, showing the upper part of her body and head close up and topless. Her golden unruly hair framed her beautiful face--brown eyes were open wide. Her mouth was slightly agape and her teeth were visible behind her lush lips. Jeff always liked that little tiny gap between her two front teeth. It brought her beauty down to Earth a bit and somehow gave her a wholesome girl-next-door look. 

Her tits were magnificent, and the picture captured them perfectly. The pendant with the amber-incased butterfly that Johnson gave her was centered just above and between her cleavage. Johnson smiled. He remembered the very moment he had taken the picture--when he had first given her the pendant.

Mike was also grinning.

"She is one fine babe--that girlfriend of yours. You'll like the first movie. Great script by the way. The producers loved it. We've screened it for a lot of critics and distributors. Your girlfriend is being written up as the next Jenna Jameson, and our advance sales are going through the roof. Anyway, keep that copy."

Mike stood up. 

"Gotta go," he said as he stood up and shook Johnson's hand. "I'll be in touch."

Johnson left also. Pretty soon he would be eating at much finer places than this. He thought about going home, but Amber should be in classes by this time, and he wanted to hang out with his buddies and show them what he had in his hand. He sent several of them a text message--to Kyle and Chris. "Got flick r u at U?"

When each had responded, he agreed to pick them up at the student union building.

A half hour later, Johnson's buddies, and a couple of each of their buddies were crammed in Johnson's Escalade. He slipped the DVD into the player while the guys passed around the cover. Soon they were watching Amber in her debut porno film, whooping and shouting as Johnson drove them around.

Johnson was getting a rush, hearing the DVD and listening to his buddies watching it. He tried to keep his eyes off the Escalade's display in the middle of the console, but it was hard.

Finally, after about an hour, he had enough of this and had circled back around to the University to drop them off. He resisted Kyle's effort to stay with him.

"Come on you losers--time to get out and go home so you can beat off while I go home and fuck Amber in the ass," he said as he pulled up to the curb.

"Come on all of you--out. If you stay on my good list maybe I'll have Amber blow you later on, but out, out!"

Their eyes widened at the thought and they hurried out of the Escalade and he roared off to go home.

"Up, up up," Johnson chased Eric off the loveseat. "That's where Amber and I sit."

Kathleen grabbed the recliner, and Chris, Kyle and Eric all sat on the sofa, as Johnson turned the channel on his big-screen HDTV.

The baseball game was just getting started.

"Go get the beer, Sweet Cheeks," Johnson told Amber as he slapped her on the haunch.

Amber was wearing a pair of tattered cut-off jean shorts and a cropped yellow t-shirt with a picture of a giraffe and the words "Deep Throat" on the front. The t-shirt was cropped so high it left the bottoms of Amber's boobs exposed. She tried a few times to pull it down a little, but it was too short. Johnson had seen a picture of the top on the internet and eagerly bought it for Amber to wear. 

As the others watched the game, Amber closed all the curtains to darken the room, and then was kept busy going back and forth, bringing beer, chips, other things. Amber realized Johnson was dangling her in front of his friends to tease them, but she was enjoying it thoroughly. She made sure to bend over them a lot, brush up against them with her bare legs. She leaned over to hand Chris a beer while her tits were practically in Eric's face. She smiled, acted coy, made sure to show off her tits and ass as much as possible--loving it the whole time.

After a while, she ran out of things to bring them and curled up next to Johnson on the love seat and watched the game. More beer was consumed. Someone lit and passed around a bong. 

Amber had her head in Johnson's lap, and felt a hard-on through the fabric of his jeans up against the side of her face. She decided to tease him too, and slipped her hand under her face, palm up against his hard on, and slowly stroked him up and down.

After a few minutes she stretched, her back arching, her tits pulling free from her top, flashing Johnson's friends before she feigned embarrassment and pulled her top back down. 

"Hey babe, why don't take your hot ass into the kitchen and get us more beer," Johnson suggested. He got up to go to the bathroom, slapping her on the ass again in front of his friends as she walked toward the kitchen. After she passed around more beer cans, she sat back down next to Johnson just as he handed her the bong. She reluctantly took a hit and passed it on, but she felt herself relaxing more. As the commercial ended everyone's attention turned back to the game. Except for Johnson.

At least part of his attention was on her, and she reveled in it. His hand was around her, his big palm was sliding up and down her bare torso. She snuggled up against him more closely, and his hand slipped on up under the short cropped top and enclosed her heavy breast. 

She silently purred, feeling as if she were about to melt. It thrilled her that Johnson was doing this to her in front of his friends. His fingers enclosed her hard nipple, tweaking it and rubbing the spongy tip between his fingers as he massaged it.

Eric elbowed Kyle and whispered to him, making all of Johnson's friends look over at them. The room was dark except for the flickering of the TV screen, so Amber pretended not to notice. Her heart was racing, wondering how much further Johnson would take this.

He pulled his hands away, and she was disappointed at first. She kept her eyes on the TV set as she felt his hand pull at her wrist, guiding her hand over to his lap. She started slightly, shocked when her hand was led to Johnson's stiff exposed cock.

She wasn't sure how far she wanted to go with everyone watching, but she always liked the feel of Johnson's cock in her hand, and slowly stroked him up and down. 

Jesus he was hard! She couldn't leave him in this condition, she had to give him some relief. She was wondering how she was going to get his stiff cock back in his shorts when she felt him pull at her arm. Johnson pulled her over, down, closer to his erection. She felt his right arm move up her back and grasp her head, taking hold of her pony tail, guiding her head down to his cock. 

She looked toward his lap at his cock. It was so huge and stiff. She noticed it actually moved on it's own, the little slit at the tip had a bubble of pre-seminal fluid. Closer her head came.

She relaxed and let Johnson guide her head down. Her mouth opened as his dick slid in past her lips. 

Johnson gasped lightly as he started thrusting his hips up into her face, guiding her head up and down with his hand around her pony tail.

Amber turned her head to the side a little so she could watch everyone watching her. Johnson's friends looked on silently, mouths hanging open, as Johnson's hard-on thrust in and out of her mouth, pushing her cheek out each time. Amber's eyes gleamed, lit by the flickering light of the TV.

With everyone watching her, Amber's senses felt heightened. She felt both slutty and excited. She felt the veins of Johnson's cock running back and forth on her sensitive lips. The soft underside of his stiff cock ran up and down her tongue. Her mouth was filling with saliva, causing Johnson's cock to make wet slurping sounds as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop to breathe some, running her mouth along the side of his cock and stroking him before returning the head of his cock back into her mouth, the whole time watching her audience.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she felt exhilarated. She knew she should feel embarrassed, yet that wasn't what she was feeling.

She pulled her mouth off again, tonguing Johnson's cock-head, tasting the oily pre-seminal fluid that she liked so much.

She opened her jaw, locking her lips around the warm, pulsing shaft, and moved her head up and down, taking his cock in deeper and deeper into her throat

She wanted more of his cock, and pumped her head up and down his cock faster. Johnson gripped her head tighter as her head bobbed up and down. She massaged his swollen balls and gripped the base of his cock with her other hand, the whole time watching Kathleen, Eric, Kyle and Chris watch her.

"Oh God--she gives such a great blowjob!" Johnson moaned at his friends, thrusting his hips up and down more rapidly.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Amber's head plunged up and down.

"Oh that's it! I'm cumming!" Johnson gasped.

As he cried out, Amber's paused moving her head and let his warm cum spray into her mouth. Amber let his cock juice fill her mouth and gulped it down while Amber's friends watched. 

Amber moved her head up and down some, sucking gently and stroking him as she drained him. As Johnson softened she let his cock slip from her lips and tucked his dick back into his jeans and zipped him up. She sat up, licking his cum from her lips.

"Oh my God, Chris groaned. "I can't believe you just did that right in front of us."

Eric stood up and fished his hard-on out of his pants. "Johnson, are you willing to share? I sure hope so, because if not, I've got a serious problem!"

Johnson laughed. "Sure--why not? Go ahead Amber--give the guys some relief."

"Johnson!" Amber shrieked with shock.

"Oh come on ya slut! Johnson sneered. You know you want to. Besides, look at them! They're going to explode! You can't just leave them in that condition!"

Amber looked at them--the others had taken their cocks out also and were stroking them in anticipation. She shocked herself when she realized she was licking her lips. Johnson grasped her bare midriff with his strong hands and lifted her to her feet. 

She stood, looking at the three men. Forgotten for the moment, was Kathleen. She stayed back out of the light on the chair. She had no desire to suck anyone's cock except for Johnson's, so she just watched quietly.

"Go on," Johnson encouraged her with a slap on the ass. 

She walked up and knelt before Eric. He was the one who had asked first, so she thought he deserved the first treatment. She pulled his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. She had three dicks to suck off, so she was not going to try to prolong each blowjob.

She stroked Eric's cock rapidly as it slipped in and out between her lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him off. Eric's balls were musky and hairier than Johnson's nuts, and tickled her nose. She loved the feel of the hanging swinging balls and massaged them as she bobbed her head back and forth. 

Eric shuddered, moaning and grabbed her head, pushing her down. Amber obliged him, taking him in deeper. She moved her hands out of the way and deep-throated him, his balls slapping up against her chin.

Johnson reached from behind her, pulling her cropped t-shirt up over her head. She paused and raised her arms up as he pulled her t-shirt off. She loved the feel of her breasts bouncing free. She cupped them in her hands and lifted them, squeezing and massaging, and took Eric's cock back into her mouth. She let her tits go so she could return her full attention to Eric's dick, and felt her tits swing gently, coming to rest on her chest.

She loved the feel of cock in her mouth, but she needed to breathe, so she slipped her mouth off, taking a deep breath, then pushed back down. His cock made a wet-popping sound as Eric plunged his cock back into her mouth.

She bobbed her head fast and hard, her tongue rippling around the head of Eric's penis. Having watched her with Johnson while he masturbated, it didn't take Eric long, and soon he was pumping his jism down Amber's throat.

Amber felt his cum surging up through his cock. She stroked his head, and pulled her mouth off to watch his cock head erupt.

She grasped his cock with two hands, pumping hard, and thrilled as she watched his jism spray violently out through the tiny little slit at the tip of his cock.

It splashed her in the face, and she opened her mouth to try to catch some of it. White cum splashed on her cheeks, nose and chin, rolling in streams down the side of her face and chin. She grinned as she stroked the last few drops out of his penis.

Johnson laughed as he watched Eric's look of relief.

"She's a gifted cock-sucker, isn't she?"

He laughed again as he watched Eric nod his head enthusiastically.

Amber grinned as she wiped the cum off her chin and scooped it into her mouth.

"Okay, who's next?" she asked with a smile.

Both Chris and Kyle approached her as Eric stepped back. She realized she'd better blow both of them at the same time. Their dicks were so rigid they were curved slightly upwards. They BOTH needed relief as quickly as possible. She had blown two dicks simultaneously at the party, so she knew it could be done, She started sucking Chris and Kyle, enthusiastically moving her head back and forth as she gripped their stiff erections, pumping them both at the same time.

Amber slurped and sucked hungrily on one cock, while she used her hand to stroke the other, and then pulled her mouth off with a pop and turned her head to go after the other. Chris and Kyle's cocks grew slick with their pre-seminal fluid and Amber's saliva.

Amber's clit was throbbing, and she squirmed on her knees as her cunt dribbled on her calves. She wasn't sure what excited her more--the feel of a stiff prick sliding in and out of her mouth, or the feeling of being surrounded by an audience watching her as she gave head. What was happening to her? She wondered vaguely. But she was too caught up in what she was doing to keep her mind on that track of thought.

Amber started whimpering, sucking passionately as she moved her head back and forth. She needed to cum so bad. She stroked both cocks as she moved back and forth sucking them.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 07



As she was blowing Kyle, she felt Chris's cock flex in her hand, and pulled her mouth off of Kyle just in time to see a long thick rope of semen shoot out from Chris's cock-head which landed on the side of her head and in her golden hair. Another and then another blast of Chris's ejaculate landed on her face.

To her right, Kyle groaned and started pumping his cock with his hand. In seconds, he too was spraying the contents of his balls at Amber's face.

Amber felt Kyle's load hit the right side of her head. She turned to try to catch his jism in her mouth, and felt it splatter on her tongue and lips like a stream of water from a squirt gun. Her mouth closed around the head of Kyle's dick to take the rest of his spunk. She swished it in her mouth, reveling in the taste before swallowing it.

She continued stroking their cocks, moving her head back and forth, sucking on them to make sure she had milked their pricks dry. Streams of cum dripped off her nose and chin. She giggled and squirmed with pleasure, as her audience looked on while she licked her lips and caressed her full tits, rubbing the jism into her skin like lotion.

"What about me Johnson? a female voice purred. "I need some attention too."

The others turned and looked.

It was Kathleen, and she was sitting back in the plush chair, her pants and panties were off, and her legs were spread wide, dangling over the arms of the recliner. With one hand she was massaging one of her tits, with the other hand she was fingering her wet pussy.

"Go on babe--give Kathleen head too," Johnson commanded.

Amber hesitated.

"Go on babe, eat her out while I fuck you."

That made up Amber's mind. After sucking off four hard cocks, she urgently needed fucking. She stood and unsnapped her cut-offs and pulled off the shorts off. Her thong underwear quickly followed, and she dropped back down on her hands and knees. Johnson slapped her ass, encouraging her to crawl up between Kathleen's legs. 

"Johnson..." Kathleen protested. She wanted Johnson to fuck her. She shut up quickly when Johnson shook his head sharply in warning.

Amber looked sharply at Johnson, and then at Kathleen, but Johnson pushed down on her back, nudging her up toward Kathleen's widespread legs, and Amber's attention returned to Kathleen's crotch. 

Kathleen wore garter belts under her skirt, which held up stockings. Amber liked the way the black garter belts and stockings framed Kathleen's pussy. Kathleen's pussy was wet and waiting to be kissed and caressed. Amber approached slowly and bent to her task, kissing the insides of Kathleen's thighs, and moved her head up toward Kathleen's pussy--very slowly.

"Go ahead slut! Kathleen hissed. "Eat my pussy!"

Behind her, Amber felt Johnson kneeling behind her upturned ass. He licked his fingers and ran them up and down Amber's sopping wet slit. She whimpered with anticipation and spread her knees apart, tilting her ass up higher, anxious for Johnson to fuck her.

Kathleen, anxious to receive satisfaction herself, pulled Amber's head back toward her wet pussy.

Amber spread Kathleen's labia apart with both hands. She licked along Kathleen's slit up and down, all the way up to her clit and then back down almost to Kathleen's asshole. As she licked Kathleen's box, she felt Johnson's rough palms grab her ass and his hard prick prod her own pussy, pushing past her engorged pussy lips and into the juicy interior of her cunt.

As Johnson's cock started sliding in and out, fucking her doggy-style, she started flicking Kathleen's hooded clit with her tongue, exposing it for her attention. She nibbled Kathleen's clit, making her moan and undulate her hips.

Johnson was pounding her from behind, his cock sliding easily in and out of her sopping pussy, making wet sounds as he fucked her. Johnson held his hands up to high five his friends as his hips swung back and forth, driving his cock hard into Amber from behind.

Amber sucked on Kathleen's clit gently, and using one hand to hold herself up, she reached up with the other and stuck her forefinger up Kathleen's wet twat to massage her g-spot while she continued sucking her clit. Kathleen moaned and undulated her hips harder.

Johnson was really turned on by watching Amber's beautiful face eating Kathleen's pussy, while at the same time he fucked her hot pussy. Amber's ass smacked up against his groin, and he grabbed her hips, pumping harder and faster. He was about to ejaculate.

Amber had her orgasm first. She had to stop eating Kathleen's pussy momentarily, she was cumming so hard and moaning, but she quickly took Kathleen's clit back in her mouth, and continued rubbing Kathleen's g-spot.

Johnson pulled out of Amber's pussy--he was about to cum, and was barely holding back. He saw the look on Kathleen's face, and walked up to stand beside the chair, his wet slick prick sliding into Kathleen's moaning mouth.

At this time, Kathleen exploded into the most massive orgasm she had ever had. It even felt as if she was peeing at the same time, but she was actually squirting into Amber's face as Johnson sprayed his cum down Kathleen's throat.

This was a new experience for Amber. She knew about the g-spot because Johnson used it on her, but she had never had a woman squirt in her face--even during the orgy she had participated in recently. She was fascinated by it though--and not at all turned off.

Amber looked up to see Johnson's cock pushing out Kathleen's cheek. His cum was dribbling out the side of her mouth and running down her cheek.

Amber sat up on her knees watching. She was fascinated by the sight, but felt a surge of jealousy. Johnson was HER boyfriend! Yet what could she do? She had just sucked off Johnson's three friends right in front of him. What right did she have to be jealous if he had his dick crammed down Kathleen's throat when she herself was eating out Kathleen's pussy? She was confused. She was turned on by these things, but at the same time it all clashed with how she was raised, and how she had wanted her relationship with Johnson to be.

She suddenly found herself bewildered and on the verge of crying, and ran to the bedroom.

Johnson pulled his spent cock out of Kathleen's mouth with a pop.

"I'd better go talk to her. She's obviously overwhelmed," he explained to his friends.

In the room Amber was curled up on the bed, naked and crying.

"What's the matter babe? Didn't you have fun?"

"I know--it's just--I don't know!" she sobbed.

Johnson sat on the edge of the bed caressing her naked body.

"Babe--if you didn't want to do any of that--why didn't you just say so?"

"I did kinda--I don't know. I just feel weird!" Amber sobbed.

Amber sat up, trying to still her tears.

"Look--it's not your fault, Amber tried to explain. "I just need to think about all this. I just need to be alone to think."

Johnson agreed, and he and his friends piled in his Escalade and drove to a nearby bar and grill for the rest of the evening.

Amber on the other hand, crawled under the covers and fell asleep. She was visited by strange dreams. She was fucking one man after another, and blowing men as well. Sucking and fucking in all sorts of positions, cum covering her entire body. She was fucked in the ass, pussy and mouth. Her hands pumped two other cocks as she took on five men at once. The whole time, a vast arena of people watched her and cheered. Then she saw the faces of her uncle and aunt, her half-sister Jade, her friend Diana--and they were all cheering too as she continued fucking like a machine, cum pouring out of every orifice.

School started the next week. Amber walked through the quad. She had not dressed any sexier than usual, so she wondered why several of the guys were staring at her so much. Well, she should have anticipated that--dressing in s a short skirt and a low-cut blouse--not to mention the stockings and pumps on her feet. At least this time she made sure her skirt was long enough to hid the straps of her garters. She felt a little slutty, but she knew that Johnson loved to show her off. She was secretly glad, because although she didn't like to admit it, she loved to show off her body also, and Johnson gave her a good excuse to do so.

So today she thought she would skip her classes and surprise him and meet him for lunch right after his media class--something she had not done in months.

She found the Communications building and went to the main office. She wasn't sure what room Johnson's class was in.

She asked the administrative assistant, who tried looking Johnson up on the computer.

Suddenly Amber saw one of Johnson's professors, Dr. Moore, walk past. 

She stopped him, asking him if he knew where the media class was. 

"Hi Amber. Surprised to see you here," Dr. Moore remarked.

"Why?" Amber asked, puzzled.

"Well, after Johnson dropped out, I didn't think you would be..." Dr. Moore trailed off, puzzled by her expression.

Amber felt as if the floor had dropped out from under her.

"But, but he said..." she trailed off, unable to continue.

Dr. Moore looked at her.

"He, the professor hesitated, "he dropped his classes at the beginning of the semester..."

"NO!" she heard herself shout, and ran out of the building.

She walked quickly across the quad, as quickly as she could wearing her pumps.

She felt tears in her eyes as she left campus and walked up University Avenue, trying to think why Johnson would lie to her about something like this. Maybe it was just a big mistake.

"The Ave" was a street with an extraordinary range of retail outlets--restaurants, book stores, travel agencies, food, games, and other merchandise of interest to students and professors, and also a couple of porn shops as well.

Amber was standing on a street corner by one of these, waiting for the light to change so she could cross.

"Excuse me."

She turned and saw a young man--maybe 18 or 19, shorter than she was, greasy hair framed a thin face with thick glasses.

"It's really you! I can't believe it. Would you..." he stammered for a moment, blushing, but managed to pull something out of a small brown paper bag with shaking hands. "...would you mind autographing my copy?"

She looked down at what was in his hand. A DVD of some sort.

"Just sign it 'Amber Butterfly', he requested shyly, holding a pen in his hand.

She froze, staring down at the nude picture of herself kneeling on the cover of the DVD. A sickening surge of terror welled through her as she looked at the cover, her world was crashing down. The innocence, the trust, the naiveté, all torn away in one brutal moment. All she could do was hold it, her hand shaking. Suddenly she cried out, and dropped the DVD in front of the bewildered young man and ran across the street, nearly getting hit by a car since the light had changed.

Amber fumbled with her keys and opened her apartment. It was empty. She paced around, fraught with anxiety. Suddenly, she noticed Johnson's laptop computer on the coffee table.

She froze, staring at his laptop. Never before had it occurred to her to even try to break into it. She lifted it up cautiously. She realized that the key to everything was inside. She took it into the bedroom and sat down at the desk, plugging the laptop into the docking port, and powered it up.

The log on page came up. She paused. What would his password be? She tried several possibilities. She knew his birth date, the name of his family members, and tried several combinations. Then she tried her name. She tried "Butterfly", "Amber Butterfly" and several other combinations. Finally, remembering Johnson's vanity and conceit, and his Escalade, she typed in "GREEKGOD". The log on page vanished and a stunning site came up before her eyes. 

Filling the entire computer screen, she saw a close up of a woman's hindquarters, she was straddling a man and had a cock stuffed up her cunt, and another man was poised behind her, with his cock buried in her ass. A double penetration. She caught her breath, shocked. She stared for a minute, and the pussy lips stretched around the cock in the pussy. Then she saw the tattoo--partly blocked from view by the man fucking her in the ass--it was her. Johnson had a close-up shot of her double-penetration experience at the orgy she had participated in. 

She thought of his anger when she came home late the night that had happened, and his efforts to guilt-trip her.

Amber took a deep breath. First she opened up his email account, using the same password. There, in a long line of emails between Johnson and Kathleen, Johnson and Kyle, Johnson and Mike, the entire scheme was laid open before her eyes. She ran through email after email, wiping away the tears as the entire truth was revealed. She read the next message, and the next one, the silence punctuated only by her sobs and the click of the mouse.

Amber found out everything. Kathleen's complicity, her on-going affair with Johnson from the very beginning, and her part in helping Johnson manipulate Amber. She found out about Johnson's multiple sex partners--many of them fellow coeds whom Amber had trusted. 

When Amber couldn't bear to read anymore. She was about to shut down Johnson's laptop when she saw an unusual icon on his desktop. She clicked on it, and found the software that had run the camera system he had rigged around the apartment. After a few minutes, she had figured out where each and every camera was hidden. She looked angle of each camera on the computer--what it was aimed at, and then walked over to the place where it seemed to come from. She found the cameras in the mirrors, clocks and everywhere else they were hidden. She went back to the laptop on the desk. 

She looked at recent documents. They were media documents. She opened one and the Windows Media Player came up. She was shocked to see Johnson and Kathleen fucking on her bed! She cried out in shock and rage--shaking and crying as she watched Johnson fucking Kathleen doggie style.

On the screen, Kathleen moaned and rocked back and forth, her heavy breasts swaying underneath her body. Amber looked on fascinated--unable to tear her eyes away. She clicked away the media player and stopped to wipe away more tears. She looked at the date of the file--it was months old.

She opened his "My documents" folder, and then "My videos." There were hundreds of clips.

She clicked on another one. This one showed Johnson getting a blowjob from Erica. She watched for a few minutes and then opened another, and another. She looked at the dates. They were dated going back months--back in fact, to the week she moved in. Many of them were of her and Johnson, but many were him with other women.

While Amber was discovering Johnson's betrayal, he was busy fucking around on her without her knowledge again in his Escalade. Erica moaned with pleasure as she fucked him reverse cowgirl style. He grasped her slender dark brown waist and levered her up and down as she started cumming, her tits swinging up and down. Finally as she finished, she pulled off and finished him off with her mouth, taking his cum as she blew him. They were parked outside her dorm. The dark tinted windows of the Escalade affording them privacy.

After a few minutes, Johnson pulled her head off.

"Hey babe, I've got to get going, okay? Amber's going to be home any minute."

Erica got dressed and got out of the car, wiping the cum off her lips as she smiled and waved goodbye.

In the apartment, Amber had clicked the Windows Media Player closed. The vast scope of Johnson's betrayal was laid bare before her eyes. Not only had he lied to her, many, many times, fucked around--from the looks of it--many times, but he had even turned her into a porn star without her consent.

All she had wanted--was just him--Johnson, just to be his, and for him to be hers. She had trusted him implicitly. Taken his word. Given him every benefit of the doubt. Up until the party recently, with the sole exception of his friends--whom Johnson had talked her into fucking, she had been faithful. She had done everything he wanted her to--everything. All along, he was just using her. She was sobbing and shaking with rage.

With a scream she yanked the laptop free of it's port and started slamming it down on the desk over and over, screaming and screaming.

Johnson pulled up in his Escalade. He parked and flicked the alarm on with his key fob and then waltzed up the stairs to the apartment. The door was slightly ajar. He walked in, puzzled.

"Amber?" he called out, then looked around.

The place was a mess. He walked in slowly and cautiously. Had they been robbed? Soon he realized that every single item that had held or hidden a camera was smashed and on the floor. He found pieces of his computer scattered around the apartment. The place was trashed and empty of human presence. Johnson felt a sick feeling in his stomach. In the bedroom, he saw the closet doors open, and Amber's suitcase and belongings were gone.

The butterfly had flown away.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 08



Chapter 8 - Amber's Life in Shreds, Diana to the Rescue

Diana lifted up her legs as Paul slipped her panties down her thighs and over her knees. With a little kick of her foot, she flung them across the room and giggled as she nearly kicked Paul in the face in the process. 

She loved watching him crawl up between her outstretched legs, his stiff cock jutting out from between his legs, his balls dangling. Paul crawled up and aimed his rock hard cock for her pussy as he bent over to kiss her on the lips. He paused for a moment to lick his fingers and wet the tip of his prick, and then feel her pussy to make sure she was wet enough. That's one thing she always loved about Paul--he was always a considerate lover. She moaned into his mouth as he penetrated into her, and wrapped her legs around him, undulating her hips as he started pumping. Into her.

She moaned with pleasure as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, pushing her body almost in half as he started pumping hard into her. The closet doors behind him were mirrored, and she loved watching his ass pumping away even as she felt his hard dick inside of her.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of her, and laid down beside her, pulling her over on top of him. Diana crawled up between his legs, straddling his hard on, and then reaching under her, she guided him back inside her wet tunnel and settled down slowly.

Paul was thrilled as he watched his beautiful dark girlfriend's face contorted with passion as she rode his cock. He grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and reveled in the feel of them flexing under his hands as she rocked back and forth as well as up and down. Above his head, her tits swayed just out of reach of his lips. 

He started caressing her back and pulled her down closer so that he could latch his lips around one of her nipples. She topped forward and he started sucking on her nipples, switching back and forth between them as she continued sliding up and down on his cock. 

Hearing her moan with pleasure was really turning him on, and he tried not to cum too soon. He held her hips and helped her move up and down, she was moaning loudly now, grinding her clit against his cock each time she moved down. 

She was breathing as hard as he was--her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open as she whimpered and moaned. Up and down she moved, partly supporting herself on her hands as she leaned forward to allow him to suck on her nipples again. She was grinding harder and harder on him. He could tell she was close. 

She cried out, and he felt a warm liquid sensation in her pussy, which was quickly augmented by his hot sperm as he came with her. He held her hard as she thrashed against him a few more times before finally going limp.

After a few minutes of laying their languidly together, she sighed and looked at his blue eyes. Paul was such a gorgeous hunk, she thought to herself. He reminded Diana so much of an actor she had seen on TV when she was a little girl. "Streets of Fire". It had actually been made before she was born, but she had seen it on video. What was the guy's name? Michael Pare'. Paul looked a lot like Michael Pare', and had a deep voice also. She could look forever into his blue eyes, she sighed to herself.

Diana got up and put on a robe. She was covered with sweat and although she loved it when Paul came inside her, or on her, she was instinctively a very hygienic person and wanted to take at least a quick shower. She hoped they hadn't been too loud to wake Amber, but then again Amber might still be awake anyway. The poor girl was having trouble sleeping at night.

She, looked outside into the living room to make sure the lights were out. A peek under motioned for Paul to follow her. She wanted him to take a shower too, and it was more economical for them to shower together. That way if Amber needed a shower in the morning there would be enough hot water.

The apartment her and Paul shared was technically a two-bedroom unit, but the second "bedroom" was pretty small. They had thought to make it a study room, so that if either of them needed to be shut away and left alone to study for a test or finish a paper, it would be easy to concentrate without the distraction. Things didn't work out that way. But when Amber showed up on Diana's doorstep three months ago, her arms laden with suitcases and tears in her eyes, Diana didn't hesitate to let her in without question.

As she shut the bathroom door behind her, pulled off her robe and turned on the bathwater, she thought back to that day. Diana had been shocked, but not surprised. The first night they were up all night--Diana holding Amber on the sofa, stroking her hair and cheeks, getting her slowly, between sobs, to tell her what had happened. 

The past three months had been truly terrible for Amber. First there was the discovery that Johnson had been lying and had filmed her in secret, and turned her into porn star without her knowledge or consent. Her subsequent break-up. Then Johnson started calling Amber's cell phone, and she ignored him. Then he started texting Amber.

"Amber, come back 2 me"

"Amber-new beginning we can work it out."

Then the messages started getting nastier.

"Amber ur porno career awaits you!"

"Amber don't miss this opp"

And then ominously: "ur family will learn."

The last part was almost enough to make her go back to Johnson and do whatever he wanted. She had talked it over with Diana, who urged her to resist--otherwise she would be open to perpetual blackmail. Then Johnson, following through with his threats, had emailed clips of her giving a blowjob to all her friends and family members, even to the minister of her foster family's church. Her uncle and aunt had disowned her and none of her foster family would talk to her. Most of her former friends wouldn't speak to her. Then she had been forced to withdraw from the university. 

The pressure continued. More text messages, cajoling, making promises of vast sums of money, and then more threats.

"U wont B able 2 work anywhere!"

Then she got fired from her job.

Diana shuddered, even under the hot shower water and with Paul scrubbing her back. She thought back to that horrible day when Amber had been fired from her job.

She had dropped Amber off at work, since the bus took so much longer for her to get to the Dahlia Lounge. Diana had gone into the restaurant with her to use the bathroom. As they entered the restaurant, one of the waitresses told Amber that the boss wanted to see her right away as soon as she came in. Amber looked at her and shrugged as Diana went into the bathroom, which was down a hall right by the office.

As Diana came out of the bathroom, she heard Amber's distressed cry. She had peered into the office just in time to hear Teddy, the manager at the Dahlia Lounge.

"This is a family restaurant. I can't employ porn stars here," he said coldly, handing Amber an envelope with her last check.

Amber had snatched the envelope with a sob and had run out of the restaurant, Diana following quick on her heels after snarling to Teddy to go fuck himself.

Diana rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. Paul had already stepped out of the shower and was drying off.

The only good thing about Johnson's repugnant behavior was that he had shot his last bolt. There was no one else Johnson could turn against Amber. She'd pretty much lost everything. Amber had barely moved from her room in weeks, and Diana was worried. When she and Paul were in classes during the day, Amber apparently came out of her room to scrub the whole house down on a regular basis, and she had offered to give Diana her last check to pay for her room and board, but Diana had refused it.

Meanwhile, the porn DVDs were being released one each month. A few weeks after her debut DVD, "Amber Butterfly Comes Out" was released, "Amber Butterfly Spreads her Wings" was released. Then came "The Not-So-Private Life of Amber Butterfly." The latest to be released was "Amber Butterfly Does 'em all," which contained all the scenes that had been shot at the party where Amber had been gangbanged. To make it worse, Amber had been credited with her real name--Amber Wood--on all the movies, although she popularly known now as "Amber Butterfly". Johnson had actually succeeded in changing her completely--even her name for all practical purposes.

Diana knew all this because she had covertly Googled Amber Butterfly and read all the reviews, viewed all the stills, and also many of the clips that could be found on many of the porn sites. What she didn't realize is that her boyfriend Paul, was secretly doing the same thing. 

Clearly Amber was in a deep state of depression. As Diana toweled off, she wondered how she could bring her friend out of it. As they went back to the room and dressed, Diana voiced some of her concern to Paul. He stood for a minute in silence and regarded her with his sleepy Michael Pare' eyes.

"You know," he finally said, "I've been thinking about it. Has she talked to the police? It's illegal to film someone without their knowledge or consent like this. She might be able to have that jerk prosecuted."

That got Diana's attention.

"Should she just call the cops?"

Paul thought some more. "Let me talk to one of my professors. I want to be sensitive about this. I don't want to traumatize Amber any more."

Diana was thrilled at the idea of prosecution of Johnson and his slimy business partners. Paul was a first year law student, and she was excited that he might be able to help get that sleazy asshole in deep shit. Still, that was not enough. She had to help draw Amber out more.

In spite of her deep love and passion for Paul, Diana still harbored a secret passion for Amber as well, and she would do anything for her. Amber needed her as a friend now, but Diana still wished to touch Amber in ways that went beyond friendship. 

One day Paul walked in, having gotten out of class early, while she still had a clip of one of Amber's sex scenes showing on one of the free porn websites. She couldn't click it away fast enough. She was busted! She looked at Paul, her face scarlet.

"I'm, s-sorry Paul, I was just curious," she stammered.

Paul sat down on the bed just behind the desk.

"It's okay, he said carefully. "To be honest with you, I've watched a few her video clips myself for the same reason."

Diana couldn't very well be angry with Paul for doing what she herself had just been caught doing. Still, it was a revelation. Somehow she didn't even feel inclined to be angry. She noticed that Paul was watching the monitor intently, and she turned her attention back herself. When that clip was over, they watched another. After a few more minutes, she was done. 

She turned toward Paul, stood up from the desk chair, and straddled his lap. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started kissing him. She broke off just long enough to whisper in his ear.

"Honey, let's do what she's doing there," she nodded toward the monitor, and there was no more talking for a while. Diana kept watching the monitor as she rode Paul's cock, her ass cheeks flexing in Paul's hands as he gripped them, lifting her up and down. Her breasts bounced in front of his face as he tried to grasp her nipples with his lips. Their sex was urgent, frantic, and both experienced intense orgasms.

After that, the couple started watching clips of Amber's porn flicks openly with each other, although they were careful to keep it secret from Amber, and the two were quickly able to reconcile their mutual love and lust for Amber with the same feelings they had for each other. 

"Paul, I have a confession."

After she saw that she had his full attention, she continued.

"I've always had a thing for Amber. A sexual thing."

"You're bisexual?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, I guess I am, but I've only felt this way toward Amber," she admitted. "Does it make you feel jealous--that I want to make love to my girlfriend?"

"No. Actually, it's a turn on. I don't feel jealous at all, not as long as I can still have you as well."

"Oh, you'll always have me! For as long as you want me," she gushed back.

With that she crawled up on top of him and kissed him tenderly. Then she kissed him on his chest, and his belly, moving down to his groin.

By this time he was hard again, and she took him in her mouth and started blowing him. 

Paul moaned in delight. This was the best blowjob Diana had ever given him. She was moaning with lust as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him hard, stroking his cock and mouthing his shaft when she paused to take a breath. Then she would lick her way back to the tip of the head and take it back deep into her mouth, her lips wrapped tight around his saliva-slickened shaft.

She seemed almost feverish as she blew him, and straddled his leg. He felt her soaking wet cunt slide along his calf. She moaned around his cock, her eyes closed in concentration. 

He pulled her and urged her around, and she paused in her blowjob so that she could straddle his head and lowered her pussy where he could reach it with his tongue. Paul's cock curved slightly upward, and at this angle, she could actually take him deeper.

Paul wrapped his arms around her hips and held her ass cheeks as he ate her out. Her thighs closed in on the side of his head. He could feel Diana's mouth sucking his cock harder, bobbing her head up and down furiously. He sucked on her clit, trying to make her cum before he did.

Diana moaned and could control her hips anymore. They were humping down on Paul's mouth as if on autopilot, the same with her head on his cock. Her breath came faster and faster as she felt an orgasm welling up inside of her. She started moaning around his cock and she slid her lips up and down the shaft.

Paul gasped as he struggled to keep his lips on his girlfriend's clit. He felt his balls tighten up, and convulsions start in his prostate as he started shooting his cum into Diana's mouth. He heard cry out around his cock as she started cumming at the same time, and then he felt warm fluids come out of her cunt. She was rubbing her cunt all over his face by this time, her juices soaking his face.

Diana was in a state of delirium. As she sucked Paul's cock, not only was her pussy spasming and an orgasm bursting in her, and not only was she having Paul's cock shoved down her throat and tasting his cum, but she was still watching the screen of her laptop as Amber was taking a load on her face. The combination of the three stimulants gave her the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.

Afterwards, the two lovers curled up against each other in an utter state of relaxation.

"Paul?"

"Hmmm?" he answered, relaxed as he felt Diana stroking his chest.

"The same goes for me," she replied.

"What?" he asked, confused at her non-sequitur.

"You know how you told me you wouldn't be jealous if I were to make love to Amber?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the same with me. If you happen to make love with Amber, I won't be jealous, as long as you stay my boyfriend. As long as I'm number one."

"You're all I need," he replied, kissing her deeply.

They kissed some more.

The following morning, after Diana and Paul had left for school, Amber came out of her room. The interior walls in this tiny apartment were pretty thin, and she always heard them when they had sex. It was hard, because she had gotten so used to having sex so regularly with Johnson. Over time, she had come to take it for granted. The days she had gone without sex before the party had opened her eyes a little bit, but she had been fucked so much at the party, that it had sated her appetite for a while, and then the discovery that she had been made into a porn star also had put a temporary damper on her appetite.

But Amber was a young, healthy, horny, hot-blooded woman. Her body was used to frequent sex. It was driving her crazy hearing Diana and Paul fucking all the time whenever they were home. To aggravate matters, she had gotten curious, and Googled her nom de guerre and like Diana, had watched all the clips of herself she could find, and read up on what was happening with her movies. She found she enjoyed reading reviews written about her DVDs and persona--it actually helped that the overwhelming number of them were positive, and even flattering.

So after she cleaned up the apartment, she went back into her room to watch clips of herself. She pulled off her overlarge t-shirt she wore as a nightie and shucked off her panties. Amber always felt sexy when she wore lingerie, so she dug around in her suitcase and pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings and slid them slowly up her legs. She always loved the feeling of stockings on her legs, and reveled in the feeling. Then she pulled on a garter belt and clipped the straps to her stockings. She opened up her laptop and started a clip of herself giving Johnson a blowjob, and then laid back on her small bed, squirming her ass on the covers, and kicking her legs in the air.

She got up and rummaged through her suitcase and found a sheer teddy and pulled that on as well, tying it in front. She moved around the room, swaying, imagining there was a camera man taking shots of her. She was getting hornier and hornier.

She felt her heavy breasts. They seemed to pulse in her hands, and her nipples were stiff. She gently rubbed and caressed them.

With a moan she fell back on the bed. Suddenly she remembered the dildo Kathleen had given her months ago. When she had left Johnson she had just scooped everything out of the drawers of her dresser and crammed it all into her two suitcases. She jumped up and rummaged through them, and gave a squeal of delight when she found it.

She sat back on the bed, with her legs kicked far apart. Other than a single bed that Paul and Diana had bought for her, the only thing in the room other than Amber's meager possessions was an old-fashioned vanity with a mirror. It was an antique that had been passed down to Diana, and it was cheaper to put it in the study room and use it for a desk than it was for Diana and Paul to buy a new desk. Now Amber's laptop sat on it, so she had a view of the sex on the laptop, and a view of herself as well in the mirror.

She was amazed that the sight of herself like this could turn her on so much. Her cunt was dripping wet, her legs spread far apart, stockings stretched over them. She looked in the mirror and rubbed her pussy lips slowly and sensuously as she squirmed her ass on the bed.

Then she took the dildo in hand, imagining it was a stiff cock. Maybe, Paul's cock, she decided. Not as good as the real thing, but the best available for the time-being. She licked at the tip of it, slowly inserted it into her mouth, mimicking her actions on the laptop as she sucked Johnson's cock. After a few minutes, she couldn't stand it any longer and started rubbing the dildo on her labia and clit. She moaned and bucked her hips, then slowly inserted the plastic dick into her pussy.

She breathed a sigh of relief and passion and slowly worked the dildo further and further up her cunt, until it was almost all the way in. Then she slowly pulled it out again until it was almost completely out, then slid it back in again. Slowly she repeated this action, then more quickly, she plunged the dildo in and out, faster and faster. 

Amber moaned in ecstasy. She grabbed the dildo with both hands, rubbing it hard on her clit. She cried aloud, cumming hard as she watched herself in the mirror.

Relief flooded over her and she started relaxing in the warm afterglow of her orgasm. The dildo was still stuffed to the hilt in her pussy. She pulled it out and was shocked to see in the mirror a small splattering of pussy juices fly out and she pulled it out.

Later on after classes, Diana and Paul broached the idea of trying to have Johnson prosecuted. Amber was hesitant, but agreed to meet with Detective Roberts the following morning.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 08



Although she was nervous, she relaxed when the detective seemed nonjudgmental. It also helped to have Diana next to her, and she would be eternally grateful to her for her unconditional support.

Amber told her story from her point-of-view, although she left out the issue with the contract she had signed in front of the notary, because she still didn't realize what it truly was. She left out the story of the orgy, because she didn't think it was relevant.

Detective Roberts was sympathetic.

"A lot of young ladies make a mistake with the kind of guy they get involved with. With modern electronics and the internet, a lot of girls find themselves on the internet like this, although this is by far the most dramatic case I've ever seen."

The detective took more information from her, and then told he would be in touch. 

"One thing that is lucky for you--a few years ago, there would be absolutely nothing that can be done. But this has happened enough now, that some laws have been passed. In this state, it's illegal to film someone without their consent and put it on the internet."

Detective Roberts stood up and extended his hand to Amber.

"I'll be in touch Ms. Wood," he said, shaking her hand.

Amber left the station in high spirits. Maybe the nightmare would soon be over. That night, she, Diana and Paul went to dinner at Red Robin together, then to a movie. Afterwards, they went to a bar and shot some pool and had a few beers. It was the most fun Amber had since the previous summer when she, Johnson and his friends had all gone to see the Hydroplane races and the Blue Angels. 

The next few days, Amber started considering her future. Maybe she could finish her college through online or correspondence courses? Maybe a change in hair color and name would help her overcome her notoriety? She liked her hair though, and tabled the idea for the time-being.

A week later, finals for the semester began, and by the end of the week, the two girls were driving Paul to the airport to visit his family before the next semester began. Two days later, Diana was supposed to fly out to visit her family in New York. That meant Amber would be alone on Christmas, and for the next two weeks afterward.

"I wish you could come with me," Diana said plaintively, as they drove home from the airport. Diana would miss Paul, but she knew Paul would be fine with his family. Amber had no one else.

The next day, as Amber was cooking breakfast for herself and Diana, there was a phone call. It was Detective Roberts, who asked if she could come right away.

The two women met Detective Roberts in his office. This time the expression was not so sympathetic.

Roberts slid a stapled pack of papers across the desk toward Amber.

"Do you recognize this?" he asked.

Amber felt a chill. The tone of his voice, and his manner, was not that of a cop talking to a victim. Her hands trembled as she picked up the papers and looked through them. It was a photocopy of some sort of legal document. Amber leafed through it.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's an agreement, apparently signed by you and notarized, whereby you agreed to allow Johnson McKenzie and Sunshine Communications total rights to any film or media of you that is filmed by McKenzie or any other employee or representative of Sunshine Communications. Is that your signature?"

"Yes, but he said this was just so that we could set up a web site together..." Amber replied, bewildered.

"Didn't you read it?" Roberts asked--nearly yelling at her.

"Not really--I trusted him," she replied, blinking back tears.

"Look--she's the victim here," Diana began angrily.

"There's more. I reviewed some of the clips--it appeared obvious in some of them that you were looking straight at a hand-held camera. This makes it look like you are completely aware you are being filmed. That, and this agreement, is going to make it impossible to prosecute either McKenzie or Sunshine Communications."

Amber started to get up.

"Wait, there's more," Roberts pulled out some more papers. 

"McKenzie furnished us with some pictures and documents for some damaged property, which he says you maliciously vandalized."

"WHAT?" Amber and Diana shouted together.

"A laptop computer destroyed. Various other computer accessories, web cams, security equipment etc. I have pictures and estimates of value--thousands of dollars of damage."

Amber opened her mouth in protest.

"This is bullshit!" Diana protested with fury.

"Don't say another world, or I might have to act. Right now, I think I can put him off and not have you arrested and charged with vandalism--because he has no evidence that you did this. If you open your mouth, you might change that situation. However, if I were you, I would get a lawyer. McKenzie may have grounds for a civil suit."

"Anyway Ms. Wood, there's nothing I can do for you," he said.

And that was that.

Amber left the station in tears, and Diana was fighting back her own as she grimly drove them home.

The two women sat on the sofa for hours, crying and holding each other. 

"I've got just the thing," Diana said, getting up and walking into the kitchen.

She came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and handed one to Amber. She fished out a corkscrew and popped the cork out, and then filled Amber's glass. The two women shared the bottle until it was empty. The two young women talked for hours on the sofa.

"I need to take a shower," Amber said, standing and stretching.

"Me first," Diana said. 

Both girls knew that the apartment had a poor water heater, and if one of them took a shower, the other would have to wait until the morning or take a cold shower. So both girls bolted for the bathroom.

The two girls tripped over each other trying to get inside the bathroom first. They fell on the floor in a tangle and wrestled around in the narrow threshold of the bathroom. Finally, Diana was half on top of Amber, both girls were panting hard and sweating. She lunged forward, but Amber grabbed her around the waist to keep her from going too far. She felt her breast mash up against Amber's face through the t-shirt, and Amber's legs scissored around one of Diana's thighs to hold her firm. The two rolled and struggled for a few minutes.

"Okay, compromise!" Diana called.

"What?" Amber breathed out between pants.

"Let's just take one together. We've done it before in the gym anyway."

"Deal."

The two stood up, somewhat dizzy, and peeled off their clothes. Amber couldn't help but admire Diana's ass as she bent over to turn on the water in the tub. She was reminded of when she had peeped in and had watched Diana as she had ridden up and down on Paul's gorgeous penis. She tore her eyes away and fished a pair of towels out from under the vanity and set them on the toilet seat where they would be easy to grab.

Diana got in the tub first, wetted herself thoroughly, then moved back to give Amber room to climb in. After Amber wetted herself down, she turned around to help Diana shampoo her hair. Diana turned around and tilted her head back as Amber poured generous amounts of shampoo on her hair and gently lathered it up. The two felt relaxed in the heat of the shower. Long lathery streams of shampoo and water streamed down over Diana's body. 

Next, Amber found the bath sponge rubbed the soap bar thoroughly with it and started soaping Diana down. She concentrated on Diana's shoulders and back. She ran the wet heavy sponge down Diana's back and over and between her ass cheeks.

"Put your leg up on the corner," she directed Diana.

Diana did so, placing one hand on the tiled shower wall to aid her balance. Amber knelt to soap and scrub the lower part of Diana's body. From her kneeling position, she had ready access to Diana's ass, crotch, and her legs. She ran the soapy sponge between Diana's trembling legs, soaping her thoroughly, and then ran the sponge up and down each of her legs. 

"Okay," she said. 

Diana put her trembling leg down and turned around, helping Amber up. 

"Gotta rinse," Diana grinned with her eyes closed to protect against soap and shampoo. 

The two switched positions to allow Diana to get closer to the showerhead to rinse off. They slid past each other, the limited room in the tub making it necessary for them to slide past each other, hard nipples rubbing against each other.

Diana rinsed off, the hot shower water beating against her aching breasts. Behind her, Amber started shampooing her hair. Diana turned around to rinse off the back of her body. She was face-to-face with Amber. The blond had her eyes closed as she ran her hands through her hair, lathering up. With Amber's eyes closed, Diana felt free to look Amber's body over close up. Diana could not help but admire Amber's breasts. She sighed with envy.

"It's my turn to wash you down now," Diana said.

Amber was silent as Diana took the sponge from her hand and soaped it up more. She sponged Amber's front side first, using this opportunity to spend an inordinate time on Amber's breasts. Diana couldn't help herself. She was preoccupied with Amber and her body. She had never felt sexually stimulated by a female before in her life. She loved Amber dearly--as much as she loved Paul, but she had never thought of herself as a lesbian.

Amber turned around and Diana soaped her down in much the same way as Amber had Diana. She found herself fascinated by Amber's tattoo. She sponged over Amber's smooth skin, watching as the soap ran down Amber's body over the tattoo.

Diana simply could not believe the resolution and detail of the tattoo. What an extraordinary work of art!

Diana traced a finger down the major vine. Flowers blossomed off of it, but the remarkable feature was the butterfly fairies. Some were redheads, some brunette, some blonde. None of them were clothed. Up near Amber's shoulders, they were small, some no larger than a dime. They got larger closer to Amber's ass, with the largest in the middle of her right ass cheek. The effect of it was that the top of Amber's body the fairies looked further away, while on her ass they were much closer.

Some clung to the vine, others hovered nearby, others were perched or straddled on flowered offshoots of the vine that spread around Amber's back, shoulders and waist. One fairy straddled a vine, her hands on the vine as if to hold her steady, a look of rapture on her face, monarch wings coming out of her back.

Diana knelt down to wash Amber's lower extremities. She emulated her friend and nudged one leg up. She was surprised to see that one offshoot of the vine wrapped around Amber's hip and the inside of her thigh, very close to her crotch.

The fairy on the right side of Amber's ass was the largest. Diana stared at Amber's ass. The blond fairy was on it's hands and knees, breasts swaying below, grinning back at her--A dead ringer for Amber. Diana's hands were shaking as she scrubbed Amber's slim, smooth, well-formed legs. Diana wished her own legs were so stunning.

Diana stood up, letting Amber slide by her again. Their wet soapy bodies slid past each other, breasts rubbing almost nipple-to-nipple.

The hot water was beginning to run out, and Amber rinsed off. The cooling water made Amber's nipples tighten further, but it was getting too cold, so she bent over to turn the faucet off.

The two dried off together, in much the same way as they had washed each other, Afterwards they each retreated to their own bedrooms.

Amber put on a sheer black teddy that Johnson had given her that she used as a nightie. She found she couldn't sleep though. She rolled around restlessly on her bed. She lifted one leg high above her head, running her hands up and down her smooth legs. She felt lonely and longed to feel someone else's hands on her legs other than her own. Even just someone's touch on her skin.

She wondered if Diana were feeling lonely without Paul. She would see if Diana needed solace. Amber got up and knocked on Diana's door.

"I, uh--um, she stammered, her face flushed. "I can't sleep. I was just wondering if you would come sleep with me--just to talk and keep me company!" she finished with a rush.

"I feel the same way," Diana replied letting Amber in the room.

"Do you mind, uh, do you suppose..., Amber asked hesitantly, "...I could spend the night with you and talk for a bit?" 

Diana pulled back the covers and slipped under them, holding the blankets back to invite Amber into her bed. Then she clicked off the light.

The two young women talked for a while. Diana talked about Paul a lot, and Amber asked her how her classes were going. After a while, their conversation drifted off.

"Diana?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind just holding me for a while? I really miss someone just holding me."

"Sure, let's snuggle," Diana said, pulling Amber close.

Amber felt Diana's breasts pushing up against her back and Diana's arms around her, and she felt her breath ticking the back of her neck. She felt her Diana's hands rubbing her arm casually. Amber let out a deep sigh. It felt so good--Diana's hands. The heat of the other woman's body against her own was making her feel aroused. Did her friend realize how turned on Amber felt?

Amber rolled over to face Diana and looked into her eyes for a moment.

"Diana?" she whispered

"Hmmm?" Diana sighed, half-asleep.

"Would you give me a good night kiss?"

Diana's eyes flew open, but she leaned forward into Amber's kiss. The two young women kissed tentatively and tenderly, their wet lips brushing delicately. 

"Ummmm. That was good, Amber breathed. "Again?"

Diana leaned forward again, this time Amber drew her tightly against her. Their noses brushed for a moment as their lips lined. Amber used her mouth to open up Diana's mouth and she slipped her tongue inside, and felt her friend's tongue dance with her own.

Amber whimpered a little bit as her pussy began to feel a warm tingling. Diana held Amber's head gently in her hands and kissed her again, and again, their wet lips meeting with increasing urgency. 

"Diana?" Amber whispered, breaking off.

Diana nodded--her lips nearly brushing Amber's--their noses so close to one another that they could sense it.

"I need it so bad..." Amber whispered, her voice trailing off as she felt Diana's finger on her lips.

The two women kissed again gently and slowly, then again more firmly, and with increasing passion. Amber drew back panting, and Diana moved forward to kiss her again, teasing Amber's lips with her tongue. The two women kissed yet again, mouths opening slightly, tongue's intertwining in an intimate dance. 

Diana sat up and pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it aside. Amber did the same with her teddy. Then they kissed again, sitting up, their bare breasts touching, hardening nipples brushing together.

Amber fell backward on the bed, Diana on top of her kissing her cheek, then her neck. Amber arched her body up and her head back as Diana mouthed and licked her neck. Amber's bare chest arched up heaving as her breathing became heavier and more rapid. Amber cried out softly as Diana's wet lips closed on one of her hard nipples. It felt so perfect--her nipple in Diana's mouth.

As Diana sucked on Amber's nipples one at a time, she reached down and felt between Amber's legs. Amber nearly screamed as Diana's fingers found her wet crotch. Diana's middle finger slipped readily into Amber's sopping wet pussy. Diana was stunned and intensely aroused at just how hot and wet Amber's pussy could get.

Amber was whimpering and shaking with the pleasure as Diana's lips trailed off her nipple and moved to the valley between Amber's heavy breasts. Diana licked and kissed her way down Amber's flat, tight torso, flicking her tongue on Amber's belly button stud before moving down to her pubic mound. Diana teased her there a bit--licking just above Amber's hooded clitoris.

Diana crawled down slowly between Amber's legs, kissing her outstretched and trembling thighs. Diana licked up and down each thigh in turn, taking a moment here and there to tease Amber's quivering cunt by blowing on it or with a quick lick.

"I want to taste you..." Diana whispered up to Amber.

Amber moaned with anticipation, her thighs trembling as she sensed Diana's face coming closer to her quivering pussy. She could feel Diana's breath.

Diana had never gone down on a woman before, but she had longed to do this ever since she had known Amber, and she knew what she liked to receive from men who had performed oral sex on her.

She began by licking Amber's labia, flicking her tongue up and down the wet inner lips, then she started licking up and down. 

Until Diana had met Amber, she had never had the desire to do anything like this, so although she desperately wanted to pleasure Amber, she was afraid she would be turned off by the smell and taste of another woman's vagina. But actually she found the smell and taste highly erotic, and the knowledge that she was bringing pleasure and relief to Amber turned her on immensely.

Amber was on fire. She undulated her hips as blood pumped into her engorged clit and labia. To try to stifle her screaming she had Diana's pillow in her mouth, but she couldn't stop her hips from thrashing up and down, trying to push her cunt harder into Diana's mouth.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned into the pillow as Diana shifted her attention to Amber's clit.

Diana gently flicked at Amber's clit, teasing it out from under the hood. She flicked the little bud with her tongue, wrapping her arms around Amber's hips in a vain attempt to hold her still. 

"DON'T STOP! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!" Amber cried out.

Diana closed her lips around Amber's clit and sucked gently. This sent Amber over he edge and she started screaming into Diana's pillow as her back arched up sharply as her orgasm washed over her.

"Oh God! That's so perfect," Amber moaned, pulling Diana up to kiss her.

Amber could taste her pussy on Diana's lips, and that turned her on more. 

"Diana--I want to do you now," Amber panted.

"Oh baby--you don't have to if you don't wan to."

"But I want to--come up here," Amber demanded, tugging on Diana's hips, urging her to crawl up to her head.

Diana crawled up slowly, nearly shaking with anticipation, and straddled Amber's head and moved down until her wet slit hovered right above Amber's mouth. Amber grasped Diana's ass cheeks and pulled her crotch down within reach of her lips and tongue. 

Amber looked up into Diana's wet pussy. Her heart started racing when a small drop of Diana's vaginal fluid dripped onto her upper lip. As Amber looked up into Diana's wet pussy a strong desire to eat Diana out until she screamed with pleasure took hold of her.

Diana grasped the headboard of the bed as she felt Amber's tongue start lashing her wet pussy. Diana moaned and undulated her hips back and forth as Amber ate her pussy. Amber's tongue was completely inside Diana's cunt, and Diana gasped as Amber latched on to her clit.

"O sweet mother! God you are a good pussy licker! Yeah, suck my clit," Diana moaned, rocking her hips back and forth on top of Amber's mouth.

Amber held Diana's flexing ass cheeks more firmly to keep her mouth attached as Diana's involuntary spasms. Diana's juices were starting to flow more copiously, wetting Amber's face. 

Diana was moaning and writhing and humping, caressing and massaging her breasts, as she slid around on Amber's face, getting closer and closer to an explosive orgasm.

Amber tried to hold on and keep her lips on Diana's clit, but was not entirely successful. It didn't matter, Diana was cumming as she humped her hips, rubbing her clit and wet pussy, spreading her juices all over Amber's face.

Diana suddenly stiffened up and threw her head back moaning and trembling, and Amber felt a final flood of pussy juices on her tongue.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 08



Diana rolled off, panting.

"Oh my God--that was incredible," Diana gasped as she turned over to kiss Amber on the lips. She giggled as she tasted her own pussy sauce on Amber's mouth.

Amber giggled also and got up to wash her face, and Diana did the same.

Afterwards the two women held each other close.

The same evening Amber and Diana made love for the first time, Johnson was meeting with Mike--this time in a conference room in an office building.

Johnson was aware of the situation. He had delivered as promised. Furthermore, they had managed to squeeze one more movie from outtakes and various unused scenes and edits from past movies. He knew what they wanted: more of Amber. He had made a lot of promises to them early on. The problem was he knew his bridge with Amber was permanently burned down.

Mike and his boss joined him in the conference room. As he feared--it was not a good meeting. Johnson was threatened with termination if he didn't produce results. Contracts had been signed, promises made, millions of dollars had already changed hands. 

As he got out of the meeting, he dialed Kathleen on his cell phone.

In the morning, Amber dropped Diana off at the airport. Amber drove Diana's old Toyota, with the intention that she would drop Diana off without parking--thus avoiding the expense of parking. As they approached, Amber suddenly switched lanes and entered the lane to the parking garage.

"I want to see you off," she explained, glancing over at Diana.

They were unable to pull out of the lane at this point, so Diana just nodded. She thought she had a little bit of cash she could give Amber to cover the parking fee.

After they had parked, they sat in the car for a couple of minutes.

Amber looked over at Diana.

"I'm going to miss you," she said.

"Hey kiddo--I'll only be gone a couple of weeks!" Diana replied, reaching up to touch Amber's cheek.

Amber looped her hand behind Diana's head and pulled her close. The two girls paused for a minute, faces only half an inch apart. They looked each other In the eye, and then spontaneously, they both began kissing each other, slowly and tenderly.

Diana moaned into her lips, twisting and turning in the car seat to get closer to Amber. Finally she broke it off. 

"I've got to go--I'll miss my flight," she murmured.

They unloaded Diana's luggage, checked in, and Amber walked her to the security gate. She gave her best friend one last embrace. 

"Merry Christmas!" she said to Diana, trying not to cry.

"Hey, I'm Jewish--remember," Diana grinned back at her.

"Oh God--er, I mean I'm sorry--Happy Hanukkah!" she corrected herself.

"To tell you the truth, my family's not really big on Hanukkah. My trip home has more to do with me having time off from college so I can go home and less to do with holidays, but thanks anyway," Diana replied as she pulled her shoes off and set them on the conveyor.

Diana turned toward Amber again, and gave her a hug.

"Look, she said. "I'm sorry you have to be alone. I'll send you some emails. And when I come back I'll bring you a gift. I didn't have much money to get anything for you before now, but my foster grandmother always gives me some cash when I go home. I'll bring you a Christmas present when I come back. I promise."

Amber hugged her friend fiercely. "Babe--you don't have to do anything for me!"

"But I will--take care, and don't forget to feed the fish!"

With that Diana moved through the security gate, and Amber watched as she went through, collected her purse from the conveyor and put her shoes back on, and walked down the concourse. 

Diana turned around and waved a last time, as Amber watched with a tear in her eye until she was out of sight.

Amber returned to Diana's car, and looked in her wallet. She had $7 left. It took $3 to cover the parking--fortunately she had been there less than an hour.

That afternoon and evening was the loneliest Amber had ever experienced. She tried watching TV, but reality shows bored her. In frustration, she turned off the TV. Since it was December, it was already dark outside, but it was unseasonably warm. She paced back and forth restlessly. She tried reading a book--one of Laurel Hamilton's books, but she couldn't concentrate on it.

Should she call someone? But no, her cell phone access had been cut off because she didn't have enough money to pay her bill. Right now, all she could do is use the text messaging feature. She expected that to be cut off next month.

She thought of making herself supper, but wasn't hungry.

When she had come home, she had cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, so there was nothing left to do there. What good would it do to scrub the toilet again?

She decided to take a shower and pamper herself. The warm water felt good. It reminded her of the shower she and Diana had taken together the previous evening. The hot spray of the shower drummed on her breasts. They felt hot and sensitive. 

She grabbed the shampoo bottle. She tried to pour some in her hand, but it was almost empty. She shook it some, it sputtered air, and then a stream of the white viscous fluid sprayed into her hand--just like a man's dick cumming, she thought. She lathered up her hair, rinsed, and then applied conditioner. Then she soaped herself down thoroughly, luxuriating in the hot steamy shower, and the thick lather from the soap. Her nipples tightened up as she lathered her breasts. 

It reminded her of her shower with Diana--only yesterday it was. It seemed weeks ago. She thought of Diana again, and her friend's body up against hers. It had helped sate her appetite, but not nearly enough. She let out a soft moan. God she was horny!

Finally she rinsed off, turned the water off, and dried herself off. The towel felt wonderful as she dried off her legs, raising each one up on the toilet seat. Gingerly, she toweled herself dry between her legs. She gasped as the towel brushed against her inflamed pussy. 

She pulled on her bathrobe. Now what? She opened the refrigerator. Diana had left a bit of chilled white wine. She filled a glass, and drank it down. What the hell? No one was around anyway. She refilled it, and slowly drank the next glass as she walked around. She sat down and tried watching TV again, but once again, got bored with it and lost interest. 

Amber sighed and rubbed her thighs. She looked out the sliding glass door that opened to the balcony. Why couldn't an intruder break in right now? She remembered a time when the idea of a masked intruder breaking into her apartment would have terrified her. Now she longed for it to happen. Where were they when you wanted them anyway?

She went to her room and powered up her laptop. As the wallpaper came on--which was still a picture of the Chevy S10 pick-up she had sold to pay for her tattoo, she suddenly remembered what Johnson had as his wallpaper. 

It had been a picture of her from the orgy she had gotten caught up in--a picture of her being fucked both in the pussy and the ass. She almost moaned with pleasure as she remembered that party. She wished she was at the party again. 

She Googled her pseudonym--Amber Butterfly. She was all over the Internet. Pictures, video clips--the works. She tried Googling her real name, and she came up with almost as many hits. She was famous--infamous rather. She was surprised to realize she no longer felt shock or embarrassment, or even regret. Just sadness over all that had transpired--her whole life was completely ruined, or at least transformed--and a dull seething hatred of Johnson, as well as anxiety over her future.

Amber noticed a new DVD advertised on a number of websites--"Dreams of Amber Butterfly". Too bad she couldn't get a dime from any of it. She thought bitterly that Johnson was raking in some serious money now--she was sure his Cadillac Escalade was just the beginning. Meanwhile, she was down to her last $7.

She watched some video clips of herself. It made her even more hot. She could see how people could get addicted to this. She also watched some other clips without her in them--just to compare. She beamed with pride as she thought she compared very favorably to any other porn star, both in beauty and ability. She saw others though, that she really liked, and took note of their names, as well as male stars she liked the look of.

The whole time, she was getting more and more horny. Jesus Fucking Christ--she had to get laid! She didn't want her dildo again either. A toy just wouldn't do.

She shucked off her bathrobe--considering what to do. The room was starting to feel really cramped--and she started feeling as if she couldn't breathe. She shut down the laptop. 

Once again, she walked out into the living room--naked. Trying to force thoughts of sex out of her head, she sat down naked on the sofa and tried to watch TV again, but it wasn't working. She squirmed around on the sofa, her legs tucked underneath her ass, and she felt a trickle of moisture seeping from her vagina.

She moaned, rubbing her thighs again, and got up.

Amber walked out on to the balcony naked--she didn't care who saw her--she WANTED to be seen. She leaned over the balcony rail and massaged her heavy tits in her hands, but there was no one there to see. This was a poorer neighborhood than where Johnson had his, and she could tell at a glance that most likely, no one saw her.

She had to get out of here--at least for a bit before she went crazy. She thought of downtown. Maybe a bar. She was sure she could get men to buy drinks for her. She didn't dare take Diana's Toyota though. She shuddered at the risk she'd be taking with it if she got pulled over for a DUI, or if the car got broken into downtown. Groaning with frustration, she dashed back into the apartment and went to her room. She looked again in her purse. She had $4--that was enough to get downtown on the bus and back. She wished she still had her Chevy pick-up, but then she wouldn't have wanted to park it downtown anyway. But at least she could get out of this stuffy apartment.

What to wear? It's not like she had a reputation to protect anymore. She was in the mood to show off her body to anyone who wanted to see it. She was sick and tired of hiding. She rifled through her suitcases. Then she saw it--the one-piece cocktail party dress she had worn to the fateful party a few months ago.

She froze, and started breathing heavily, her heart racing. Slowly she picked it up and pulled it over her head. The slinky material clung to her naked body. 

"How can a dress make me feel more naked than when I'm actually naked?" she wondered.

She reached down into her suitcase to pull on a pair of panties, but stopped and stepped out of them. Next she brushed her hair, put on some lip gloss, and slipped on a pair of pumps.

She stood and admired herself in the mirror. Damn--she had to admit to herself that she had a fine body!

She grabbed her small purse and was out of the apartment in a flash. Five minutes later she was on a city bus. 



Amber Butterfly Ch. 09



 Ch 9 - The Return of Johnson

The bus driver stared at her, but shut the door behind her and drove on after she paid her fare. She sat up near the front in the bench seats that could be folded up to provide space for wheelchairs. 

As the bus drove along and made its stops, a young man got on and sat across from her. After he sat down he suddenly saw her and his jaw dropped open. She smiled at him. Then she arched her back and stretched, yawning, and her DD breasts jutted out in front of her, she looked over at him, and somehow managed to avoid laughing as his eyes seemed to get as big as saucers. She pretended to look out the front window, but slowly spread her legs further and further apart.

She loved this! She glanced over at the young man. He was definitely younger than her--a teenager. He wasn't even looking at her face--he was staring up her dress!

She reveled in her exhibitionism. The bus stopped hard at a light that changed quickly, and she used that as an excuse to spread her legs wide, lurching to the side to pretend she did so as a result of the stop.

She glanced quickly over at the young man, and was delighted to see his mouth wide open, his eyes were enormous, and tunnel-vision focused on her wet exposed pussy. 

She realized she had to close her legs a little or else the bus driver might notice what's going on. But she squirmed in her seat--wishing the young man sitting across from her would come over and fuck her. Only her fear of being arrested prevented her from crossing over and sitting in his lap. She glanced over again and confirmed he apparently had a raging hard-on. She would unzip his pants, and straddle his cock until he was buried in her sopping cunt. She imagined herself fucking him, sitting on his lap, her dress pushed up around her waist, his hands grasping her ass, her dress pulled down from her tits, his lips locked on one of her nipples.

She was forced to assume a more modest seat as the bus stopped and several people from the rear of the bus got off. She realized the next stop was her old stop, and decided to get off there. She pulled the cord to signal a bus stop and stood up. 

Seeing another chance to tease the young man, she stood as close to him as possible while holding the poles in the bus. As the bus bumped and lurched, she made sure her thighs brushed up against his legs and her tush waved in his face.

She got off at the bus stop and started walking. It was unseasonably warm, but still chilly--it was December after all. However, Amber's blood was racing, and she barely felt the chill. Not knowing where else to go, she traced her steps as if she were still working at the Dahlia Lounge. This took her through the "Red Light District".

She walked past a porno shop. As she looked at the display, she saw large posters for the latest Amber Butterfly DVD. She looked at it a moment. She toyed with the idea of walking in and taking a closer look, but decided against it. She moved on.

As she walked, she was conscious of stares from people. There were sailors here and there--with their "Crackerjack" uniforms and "Dixie Cup" hats. A Navy ship must be in port. She realized now that she didn't have a clue where she was going or what she was looking for. She had a vague idea of meeting up with a guy, shit--she didn't even have any money to get in a club.

She thought of going to "The Sapphire Lounge"--at least that was one place where being a porn star didn't seem likely to get her fired. Might bring in more customers actually. She HAD to get a job. She was getting desperate, and it's not as if she had a reputation to protect any longer. Besides, after flashing the young man on the bus she realized that she was turned on by people looking at her body. She headed that direction.

"Looking for a date?" a voice asked her.

She turned and saw a sailor walking beside her. She knew right away what he wanted of course. A year ago she would not have. 

"Uhhh--I don't know..." she replied uncertainly.

"Come on! Please. I've been at sea for months!" he replied despondently. "I've got the worst case of blue balls I've ever had!"

How could she refuse? She was desperate for sex herself. They were figuratively "in the same boat"!

"Um. Okay--sure," she said.

"How much for a blowjob?" he asked.

How much? She absolutely had no clue what the going rate was for a blowjob. What to charge? She didn't want to drive him off by asking too much.

"Um--how about twenty bucks?" she asked uncertainly.

"Is that all? You got a deal! Do you have a place nearby?"

Now she wished she had asked for more--but her primary motive was sex, not money.

"Uh--No! Don't you?" she replied.

"I can't take you on my ship!" he snorted back.

"Oh, that's right--um..." she stopped suddenly by an alleyway.

"Down here," she said decisively, walking down the alleyway.

"In an alley?" he asked uncertainly as he followed her.

"What do you expect for twenty bucks!" she snapped.

The sailor got over his hesitation quickly.

"Over here," she led him over by a dumpster.

She pulled down the top of her cocktail dress until her tits sprang free, appreciating his facial expression. She let him feel them for a minute, then she knelt before him. The grit and hard pavement was hard on her knees, but she was already breathing hard in anticipation of finally having a cock down her throat after so many months. She pulled his jumper top up a little bit to get at his trousers. What she saw astonished her. She had never encountered a sailor's jumper trousers before.

"What the fuck?" she gasped in astonishment. There was not an ordinary belt on the sailors trousers. There was a flap, about eight inches to a side, attached at the bottom, and held on the sides and top by no less than 13 buttons. Amber had never seen a Naval "Cracker Jack" uniform up close.

"What the Hell do you do if you have to pee real bad?" she asked as she stared at the buttons with disbelief.

" You just make sure you get into the bathroom in plenty of time," he chuckled as he reached down to help her unbutton them. 

Shortly she had his flap down, and a strap across the beltline could be left buttoned to hold the trousers up. Once the flap down, the uniform was perfect for blowjob purposes. If it weren't for all the buttons, one might think it was designed just for this purpose. Too bad the flap wasn't attached with Velcro instead of 13 buttons.

The poor guy was so stiff it was hard to extract his cock out of his underwear. Then she had it out. She sighed with pleasure as she stroked the leathery skin of his stiff cock. It felt good just to have a stiff cock in her hand again. She rubbed her thumb on the soft spongy head. She pulled it up some and reached under to pull out the sailor's balls. 

Ah, he had a big pair of balls! They were obviously swollen, so she gingerly massaged them. She had to have them in her mouth. She pulled one into her mouth, looking up to watch his reaction as she sucked on it. He was definitely enjoying it!

She spit out his testicle and took the other one in her mouth, holding his dick up against his belly to keep it out of the way. She loved watching his face as she did this. She was anxious to get his cock in her mouth though, so she spit out his nut and his cock back down. She examined the head in the dim light and flicked her tongue around, again looking up to watch his reaction. 

She paused until she made sure he was watching her, then she opened her mouth wide and slid her lips down his cock shaft. 

He moaned with impatience and thrust forward--she held her hand up against his groin to signal him to be patient. He pulled her lips off his cock for a minute and told him to be still. He nodded, biting his lip.

She smiled up at him and returned her focus to his cock. She licked her tongue up the underside of his prick, and the wrapped her mouth around the side of his shaft and slid her mouth up and down, and then repeated this action on the other side, and then slid her mouth and took his spongy cock head back into her mouth and sucked on it gently, flicking her tongue on the slit at the tip. 

She pulled her mouth off again and stroked his erection a few times, then opening her mouth wide, she slid his cock back in, this time going deep. She was gratified to her him gasp with pleasure, and this time she kept it in her mouth, and started bobbing her head back and forth slowly, stroking his cock at the base with her hand

Sweet Jesus she loved giving head! She felt her pussy contract and juice up even more. Why did giving a blowjob turn her on so much? Maybe it was the act of giving pleasure--knowing that she was turning someone on, giving them an orgasm, making them cum.

These thoughts made her hotter, and she sucked off the sailor with increasing enthusiasm, eager for his cum. 

Back and forth her head went, wet lips sliding up and down the sailor's shaft, faster and faster, going deeper. The sounds of her slurping and sucking seemed to echo in the alleyway. 

She pulled off for a minute to catch her breath, though she continued stroking him rapidly. 

"Oh baby, your cock is so tasty," she moaned up at him. "I want your cum--just let her rip--okay?" 

He nodded, panting, and grasped her head to direct her mouth back on to his organ. She started moving her head up and down, lips sealed around his cock. She turned her head to the side a bit, causing his cock head to push out her cheek. Back and forth she went, moaning and swirling her tongue around his shaft, stroking him hard with her hand. The sailor cried out suddenly, and involuntarily started thrusting in her mouth. 

Then he stopped, and she felt his first cum spurts hit the back of her throat. She stroked him, milking him, encouraging him to continue cumming, and he continued to do so, and she had to swallow quickly to keep up with him. Her mouth was full of cum, and streams of his jism were starting to run out her lips and down her chin. She decided to direct his last shots on to her tits, and pulled him out of her mouth. This action caused a lot of cum to spill out and down over her chin, and as she continued stroking, his hot jism sprayed her on her exposed tits. 

Finally he was drained, and Amber sighed with pleasure as his cock slipped from her lips, and she started rubbing the cum into her tits as if it were a lotion. 

"Jesus Christ," the sailor exclaimed. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had."

Amber smiled up at him, and reached to stroke his flaccid cock. She was proud of her cock-sucking skill. Her cunt was throbbing though and desperately needed attention. 

"That was some great love juice baby. Maybe I can breathe some more life in you and you can fuck me for no extra charge?" she suggested.

"HOLY SHIT" the sailor suddenly yelled.

She looked with astonishment as the sailor suddenly pulled away from her and bolted down the alleyway, his now-limp cock bouncing up and down before him. Did she scare him away?

Flashing red and blue lights on the other side suddenly alerted her as to the reason for his flight. A floodlight caught her cold, still on her knees, the sailor's cum on her lips and chin and all over her bare tits. There was no running for her, she realized right away, as the two cops got out the cruiser and approached her. She was busted.

She stood up and pulled her dress back up over her tits and watched apprehensively as the two cops approached her. The bright lights of the cruiser silhouetted them--they were young, trim and the nightsticks dangled from their sides. She backed up a little until her back bumped up against the dumpster.

The cops were looking down the alley at the fleeing john. 

"Should we go after him?" one of them asked.

"Naw, he's too far away--I can't even see where he went now," the other replied.

They turned their attention to Amber.

"You're taking a big risk working this block. If Seritta catches you, she'd tear your eyes out."

One of them said to her.

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

They both laughed.

"Okay, tell us what you were doing here, on your knees, our tits hanging out, cum all over your face and tits, and your john taking off down the alley" one of them said, folding his arms.

What could she say? She tried, grasping at straws.

"Um, I lost some money, and the kind gentleman was just helping me look for it. My dress just accidentally came loose."

The officers laughed.

"What about the cum all over your face and tits?" one of them asked, barely able to do so because he was laughing so hard.

"That's not cum--that's, that's--a, a--I was eating a yogurt cone earlier--it started melting because I was trying to find my money and got all over me."

The cops were practically roaring now. One of them was doubled over he was laughing so hard.

"I'm glad you are so entertained," she said, unable to control her sarcasm.

One of them recovered enough to arrest her.

"Okay, that's the funniest story I've heard in a long time, go ahead and turn around, and put your hands up on the dumpster."

She complied, unable to keep tears from her eyes. This was going to ruin her life even more!

"Please don't arrest me! Please--I can't get arrested!"

One of them knelt and picked up the twenty-dollar bill the sailor had paid her. She must have dropped it.

"Is this all he paid you?" he asked in surprise.

She tried to stifle a sob as she nodded.

"With a body like that? This is all you charge?" he asked in astonishment. "You ARE new at this aren't you? First time?"

She nodded. 

"How--how did you know? She stammered.

"You don't know what to charge, you don't know that this is another hooker's block, you blew your john in front of the dumpster when you should have gone behind it to stay out of sight, and you're too soft to have done this for long."

"Come on," the other said. "Hands up on the dumpster, bend over, legs apart. Any needles?"

"No," Amber started sobbing as she complied.

The officer squatted down and frisked her legs.

The other one started laughing. "Gotta check those legs for weapons?"

"You bet," said his partners as he ran his legs up and down Amber's smooth well-sculpted thighs. He ran his hands up and down her smooth torso and then up to her swaying tits. 

"I think she's got some serious weapons here," he said with a laugh, making his partner laugh as well.

"Maybe I better check out what she's hiding under there," the other one said, running his legs up between her legs.

"Whoa," he said, flipping up her skirt. "...not hiding anything it seems."

One of them shown their flashlight on her bare ass. 

"Check out that ass!" one of them said with amazement.

"Jesus Christ, look at the tattoo--the fairy looks just like her!"

"I know that ass--I saw it in a porno..."

"Yes, I'm Amber Butterfly! I was just rehearsing for a new movie!" she proclaimed, hoping it would help keep them from arresting her for prostitution.

"That's her alright. Look at that ass!" one of them said.

"Damn, I've got some serious wood!" 

Amber in spite of her predicament, felt herself getting excited again being examined in this way, and she sensed an opportunity

She wiggled her ass.

"If you let me go, you can fuck me," she said sweetly.

The two partners looked at each other. One of them shrugged.

"All right, you got a deal--both of us," one said, pulling a rubber out of his wallet. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock, and slipped the condom on.

Amber spread her legs further apart and hiked her hind quarters as high as she could. Her ass cheeks were quivering with anticipation. Her pussy was so wet, a drop of natural lubricants ran down her thigh. She looked back. What was taking them so long?

"Please fuck me! I need it so bad!" she asked, and wiggled her ass in enticement.

The only delay had been them debating who went first. They made the decision based on seniority. 

"I'll fuck her first, you keep watch," Officer Malone told his partner.

With that, he grasped her ass with one hand, and guided his cock into her wet pussy with the other. It slipped right in, and he grabbed her waist with both hands and pushed forward, and was buried to the balls with a single thrust, her ass landing against his groin with a loud smack.

"Oh God! That feels so good!" she gasped and whimpered, experiencing a minor orgasm just from the initial penetration. It didn't take much for her to cum, and she had been without a cock for way too long.

Officer Malone started fucking her. Damn the bitch was hot! He could feel her moisture even through the condom. It was as if her pussy were filled with hot oil.

"Fuck me hard!" she begged, looking back at him.

He obliged her, grabbing her waist hard for leverage, and pistoned in and out of her cunt rapidly.

"Oh yea!, she cried out. "fuck me, fuck, fuck. Oh God, yeah, that's it. Oh, that feels so good! Keep going! You're dick feels so good! Fuck me, fuck, oh yea. My cunt needs it! That's good, oh, oh, yea, ohhhh!" she cried out.

Between Amber's vocal pleasure, the hot squeezing of her cunt, and the sight her beautiful round ass slapping against his belly pushed him over the edge, and he started cumming inside his condom.

In a flash, he had cum, pulled out, and had removed his condom and thrown it into the dumpster she was leaning against.

"Your turn Daniels," Malone said as he zipped up his pants.

Amber stayed in the same position. She didn't move, but just looked back, her pussy still exposed and waiting for a fuck. She had not been entirely satisfied with Malone, but any cock was better than none. She hoped the younger man would be better.

He was, she moaned with pleasure as he fucked her. Daniels not only had a bigger dick, but he knew how to use. It was he who had identified her, and when he had watched the video of her a few weeks ago, he had wished he was fucking her. Now he was. He grabbed her swaying tits and pounded into her hard.

Amber grabbed the metal rim of the dumpster hard as she thrust back against the cop who was doing such a fine job of fucking her. She shoved her ass back, urging him on as he fucked her. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand, and continued pounding her as she came over and over, crying out in pleasure. The slapping noises of their fucking echoed down the alley.

Malone looked back with annoyance. "Hurry it up Daniels!" 

Daniels wished he could cum in her face, but he didn't want to irritate his senior partner, so he let loose and started cumming in his rubber. He came so hard he nearly lost his balance. It helped him to cum hearing her cry out again, clearly cumming hard herself.

When it was over, she stood up and turned around, hugging him and pulling him close for a kiss on the lips.

"Oh, that was so good!" she whispered.

"Yeah, for me to, but we've got to get going," he said, disengaging her arms and pulling off the condom. 

He threw it in the dumpster and turned back to her as he zipped up his pants.

"Look, I've got some advice for you. If you're going to do this sort of thing, take your John to a motel or a private room. And also, you'd better find a different block to work. We weren't kidding about Seritta. She already has two felony convictions for assault. She beats up girls like you who steal her business away."

Amber nodded, pulling the dress back up over her tits and smoothing it back down to cover her bare ass. She knew she would never flirt with prostitution again.

The cops were starting to get in the cruiser.

"Wait!, she cried out. "Can you guys give me a ride home?"

"Sorry--take a bus," Daniels said.

"Wait--there's no bus this time of night! I don't have enough for a cab! Please, I'll give you both blowjobs!"

The two looked at each other again.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 09



"Alright. I'll bet you suck cock real good too. But let's do this when we get there. We've been here too long as it is."

Amber woke the following morning to a knocking on the door. She sat up. The knocking sounded louder--insistent. Who could it possibly be? Amber felt nervous suddenly, and peeked out of her bedroom window, which looked out onto the front balcony. She was wearing a coat in the chill air, but Amber knew at once who it was.

It was Cinnabar! She backed away quickly, hoping Cinnabar had not seen her.

The knock sounded again, louder.

"Amber, I know you're in there! Please open the door! I need to talk to you!" Cinnabar yelled.

Amber peered out again carefully. She saw that Cinnabar had her face up against the window to the front room. She pulled away quickly and hid out of sight when she saw her come toward her bedroom window.

"Amber? Please it's important!" Cinnabar called.

Then she was back at the front door, knocking very hard this time, and trying the door knob.

"Amber--listen to me," Cinnabar shouted. "I didn't know what they were going to do--I swear! Please, you have to believe me!"

It sounded as if Cinnabar were close to crying, but Amber was not moved. She did not trust Cinnabar.

"Amber, they put something in our drinks! I didn't know they did that! You HAVE to believe me!" Cinnabar called through the door. 

She then moved back along the balcony to the bedroom window.

"I never wanted you to be hurt!" Cinnabar cried through the window.

"AMBER!" she cried, thumping her fist on the window in frustration. 

There was a shrill, insistent pitch to Cinnabar's pleading, and Amber was just about to show herself and let Cinnabar in.

Suddenly the next-door neighbor opened the door and stuck his head out.

"There's no one home lady--why don't you go home before I call the cops on you for disturbing the peace?"

Cinnabar looked once more at the bedroom window, and in that moment Amber knew that Cinnabar somehow knew she was inside, even though Amber had taken care to remain out of sight.

Amber heard Cinnabar catch her breath in a way that sounded almost like a sob and then she rushed off.

Amber started crying and blubbered on her pillow until hunger pushed her back out of bed.

She got up and made her self a couple of eggs, a slice of toast and coffee. As she cooked, she looked anxiously in the refrigerator. She thought there was enough to last until Paul came back on the 29th. Diana was supposed to be back on the 1st. She wished she had enough money to have her own place and buy her own food--but who would hire her? If she got another job, Johnson would find out and get her fired by emailing her boss with pictures or clips of her. 

Maybe she would have to change her name and disguise her appearance so that she could deny she was the woman in the pictures and clips--change her hair color and length, maybe wear glasses though she didn't need them.

She went down to check the mail. Outside, it was dark and gray and looked like it was going to rain--maybe even snow. She shivered and grabbed the mail and went back in to the warmth of the apartment.

She sat down on the sofa and looked at the mail. The heating bill. She wished she could pay it for her friends. A Christmas card for Paul. Diana was Jewish--but someone had sent her a Christmas card anyway. There were no Christmas cards for her. There was something for her though--it looked like a letter.

It was not bulk mail or presorted. Nice envelope--the return address looked like a law firm: Duncan, Born & Grogan, PLLC.

She opened it up and pulled out the folded letter within. It was only one page, but when she finished her heart was beating rapidly.

After she had been told in the DA's office that there was no hope of criminal charges against Johnson or his employer, she had given up--thinking there was no other recourse. This lawyer, Robert Grogan, said he might be able to negotiate a settlement for her. 

Her cell phone account was suspended because she didn't have money to put toward the bill. She could send and receive text messages--but that was it. How could she call? She thought there was one at a corner store a couple of blocks down the street. She pulled on her jeans and a shirt, pulled a pair of pumps and pulled her sweatshirt over her head.

She went in the store and broke one of the Twenties that she had earned the previous night and dialed the number. Within a few minutes, she had an appointment for a meeting with the attorney. She hung up excited--barely able to keep from jumping up and down.

"I can't stop them from selling, publishing your pictures, clips, etc., but I might be able to negotiate a settlement."

Amber was sitting in the conference room of Duncan, Born & Grogan, talking to Robert Grogan. Do I understand you haven't received anything at all for this?"

"Not a penny."

Amber told him everything--leaving nothing out.

"I'll see if I can negotiate some sort of deal. Give me about a week, and then I'll get hold of you."

Amber was thrilled. She might have some money coming--which she so desperately needed. A week. She might have a settlement before Paul and Diana came home. She resisted the urge to jump up and down. That night, she could barely sleep.

"Shit!," Amber said to herself as she looked out the window. 

She had been watching the snow falling, and saw a black Escalade pull into one of the empty parking stalls below. She knew right away who it was.

Amber hurriedly turned off the light and stood behind the front door where she would not be visible to any window.

She heard him walking along the balcony. She knew that walk anywhere! And then a second later his knock on the door. He had an insistent way of knocking on the door. He knocked again louder.

"Come on Amber, I know you're there! You might as well just open up now!", he called through the door.

Amber held her breath, hoping he would think she wasn't home and would go away. How did he find her anyway?

"Amber, open the fucking door. I know you're there--I saw the light go out."

She knew then that it was useless to deny it.

"Go away!" she cried out. 

"Open the fucking door!" he called through the door. "We need to talk, and I've got something for you."

"Go away and leave me alone! Haven't you done enough to destroy my life?" she yelled back.

"Amber, you either open this door now, or I'm going to make such a scene, that the landlady will evict you," he threatened.

"Damn him damn him damn him!" she thought to herself, furious.

She opened the door a crack.

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked savagely.

Johnson shoved the door open and pushed his way inside.

"Not nice to leave me out there in the cold," he said, barging in.

"Say what you've come to say, and then get the Hell out of here," she demanded.

"Babe, it's been a while since we've seen each other, can't I even get a kiss?"

"You're lucky I don't give you a belt across the mouth. What do you want?" she replied.

"I've got a Christmas present for you," he said, holding a gift-wrapped box up to her.

"I don't want anything from you, if that's all, you need to leave now," she snapped.

"Aren't you at least curious? Won't you at least open it?' he asked.

She was silent for a moment. What would it hurt to open it up?

"Okay," she snapped, grabbing the box and walking into the living room. "But this is not going to change anything. You ruined my life, and now I don't want you in it! Is that clear?"

"Yes, very clear."

She sat down on the sofa and unwrapped the box, pausing only to glare at him as he sat beside her, but when she saw he wouldn't move any closer or touch her, she resumed unwrapping the box. She opened it and removed the tissue paper, and held up a beautiful black dress.

She stood up and held it in front of her, looking it over carefully. There was no price tag on it, but she knew her apparel well enough to know that it had to have been very expensive. Gorgeous too--there was no denying that.

"Beautiful," she admitted out loud reluctantly.

"There's more," he said, pointing to a couple of other items in the box.

She pulled out a pair of black sandal pumps for her feet. She looked at the black crisscross strapping that went all across the tops and would go up her angles. They would go with the dress perfectly 

"Go try it on," Johnson urged her.

She looked at him suspiciously. "Don't you dare come in to the room while I'm changing."

He sat down unmoving.

At first she was going to go into her room, but decided to try it on in Paul and Diana's room instead, since their closet doors were full length mirrors. She wanted to see what it looked like.

It was a black one-piece cocktail dress. The top was cut in a V that tastefully showed off her cleavage. The skirt came down to about just above her knees, with a long slit on one side. She pulled on the pumps. They had crisscross strapping that went up her ankles. She liked them. They made her legs look sexy. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was stunned with how she looked. Sexy and beautiful. For the first time in months, she felt good about herself.

"I have something else that goes with it."

Amber whirled around.

"Get out of here!" she yelled at him.

He held out a small rectangular gift-wrapped box to her.

"Please--just open this--I want to see it on you in the mirror."

She snatched the small box and opened it up.

She gasped as she pulled a diamond choker. It had a black ribbon to tie around her neck, with a diamond pendant fashioned in the form of a butterfly.

Johnson came up and took it gently from her hands. 

"Let me help you with that," he said.

She turned and faced the mirrored closet as he reached around and fastened it.

He put his hand son her shoulders and looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror.

"See, you're stunning. You don't belong in the self-imposed cage you've been living in the past few months."

She looked at herself in the mirror, her chest heaving, her face turning red. She didn't like where this was going.

"Okay, you need to get out of here," she said, pushing him before her, back into the living room.

"Don't you like it?" he asked.

"Yes, but this changes nothing. Johnson, you deceived and betrayed me. I think you'd better go now."

"I have more gifts in the Escalade. I know I screwed up, but I'm trying. Can I just go bring them up? Will you promise not to lock me out?"

She nodded. As he went back out, she couldn't help but return to the room to look at herself in the mirror again. She was getting hot in spite of herself. She bolted back out of the room as she heard Johnson struggling at the door.

Good grief, his arms were full of gift-wrapped packages.

She helped him in and grabbed a few of them and set them on the coffee table.

"Johnson, you're not trying to bribe me into anything are you?" she asked with a warning tone in her voice.

"NO--no, I know I hurt you really bad. I know that you'll never be mine again. I'm just trying to do something to make it up to you," he assured her, as he sat down on the sofa in front of the pile of gift-wrapped boxes.

"Here," he said, handing another one to her.

She unwrapped it and found another dress. Then there was a pair of earrings--sapphires. Then more clothes. She took them into the room and changed, coming out to model for him.

"Can I get some pictures?" he asked.

She thought about it for a moment. She enjoyed being photographed, but didn't want to be exploited by Johnson again. But, it wasn't like she was nude, and there were already plenty of pictures and clips of her not only nude, but getting fucked all over the internet for anyone to see. What could it hurt if he had a few pictures of her dressed? So why not? Besides, she was eager to try everything on. She nodded and went back to change.

The clothes all fit her perfectly. He was always good at remembering her sizes, and they all looked good on her, and they were all sexy, and got sexier with each box she opened.

She was having a great time, and was posing for his pictures in sexier and sexier outfits, and she was feeling hot. Another box had a pair of sheer black French stockings. She loved wearing stockings. These had seams up the back, and also had a lacy fringe around the tops that would go around her thighs. She pulled a pair of garter belts out of the box also to hold the stockings up. There was also a lacy black bra, that looked like it would barely cover her breasts, and a gorgeous sheer black teddy to go with it all.

"Go on, try it all on," Johnson urged.

"I need to go pee first," she said and went to the bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom, Johnson quietly slipped into her bedroom, setting a number of small cameras around the room--on nightstands, and dressers. He already could access the web cam on the desk and had caught her lesbian encounter with Diana--that would be in the next movie also. A couple of the cameras were disguised as cell phones--he hoped she wouldn't notice both of them, another was actually his real camera, but was set to film--he had a huge amount of memory in it. He heard the toilet flush and hurried back to the living room where he was innocently seated when Amber returned.

While she was in the bathroom, she had been thinking about whether or not to try on the lingerie Johnson had bought her. She loved wearing it, but was trying to figure out if he was finding a way to victimize her again. But she was feeling sexy and was eager to try it on. What was the worst that could happen? He had already ruined her life, she thought bitterly. She might as well get some enjoyment.

"Stay here," she told him tersely as she took the box of lingerie into Diana's room.

In the room, she pulled off the last dress she had modeled for him, along with her undergarments. She stood for a moment looking at her naked body in the mirror. She licked her lips as she brought her hands up to her swelling breasts. She cupped them and squeezed them gently, pinching her hardening nipples between her fingers. She suppressed a moan as she ran her hands up and down her naked body. God she was hot!

She sat down and looked at the box of lingerie. First, she pulled the stockings up her legs slowly, luxuriously, loving the delicious way the clung to her legs. Next she put on the garter belt and clipped the straps to the stockings. Then she pulled on the g-string--loving the way the silky material slipped up between her ass cheeks and along her wet pussy. The side straps were tie-on. Just a quick yank of one of the strings would be enough to make them fall off. She was nearly hyperventilating as she pulled on the skimpy bra, also a tie-on and pulled the filmy teddy on. It was held together in front by a single tie. She pulled her pumps back on, and borrowing Diana's brush, she brushed out her lustrous golden blond hair. Then she looked in the mirror and nearly swooned with arousal.

She fell backward on the bed, sprawled out, rubbing her hands on her thighs. She slipped her fingers underneath the front panel and stroked her pussy. It was dripping wet, and her clit was so swollen it felt as if it were about to explode.

Suddenly she was aware of the door opening and bolted to her feet.

"GET OUT!" she yelled at Johnson.

"Your lips may be saying that, but I don't think that's what your other lips are saying," he said with a leer.

She knew he was right about that. Her pussy was throbbing--desperate for attention. Her chest was heaving, her nipples poking through the thin silky fabric.

He grabbed her by the shoulders forcefully, and spun her around to look in the mirror.

"What do you see?" he demanded.

She was panting hard now. Her swollen tits were heaving up and down in the mirror. Her moist lips were trembling with lust. Her big brown eyes looked glassy.

Johnson reached around and cupped her sensitive tits, squeezing and pushing them together.

"You're a slut--look at yourself. You need to face that fact."

"No," she whispered weakly.

"You are!" 

He reached down with one hand, sliding it along her flat tight belly, and slipped a finger in her wet slit. He pulled it back up and slipped the same finger into her mouth. She found herself sucking on it--almost reflexively. Then he reached down again, slipped it back into her pussy and clinched her swollen clitoris.

"Admit it--you're a hot slut. SAY IT!" he demanded, squeezing her clit It hurt but also felt good.

She gave a little yelp.

"SAY IT!" he demanded insistently.

"I'm a slut," she whispered.

"Again, louder!"

"I'M A SLUT! A fucking whore," she yelled, a tear in her eye.

She felt him grip wrist firmly, and pull it over, guiding her hand to his hard phallus. Somehow, he had undone his zipper and pulled it out. Her hand gripped it. She had forgotten how big and hard it could get. She stroked it, feeling her knees get week.

"No!" she cried, and tried to run out of the room.

Johnson grabbed her arm and whirled her back around.

"Take it in your hand!" he commanded forcefully, gripping her wrist again and pulling it back to his stiff cock.

She found herself stroking him. Her arm seemed to move independently of her mind, stroking and caressing his cock.

"You know what you want to do, babe. On your knees!" he ordered.

"You need to leave," she said weakly, but her hand did not leave his prick.

"Bullshit. I need to fuck you good and hard, and you know you need that as well. But first I want a blowjob. I've been missing your sweet lips around my cock, and I know you've been missing my cock down your throat. On your knees!"

He had a hand on her shoulder and she felt herself folding to her knees in front of him, in spite of her anger and reticence. 

She was still stroking him--almost mechanically. The tip of his cock was almost touching the tip of her nose. God--she had missed this organ. She was intimately familiar with every vein, ever contour of Johnson's beautiful appendage. She stuck her tongue and licked around the familiar spongy head.

She sighed with lust and opened her mouth wide and took him in deep. The salty underside of his stiff cock slid along her tongue as it filled her mouth. She plunged her head forward until his cockhead was lodged in the back of her throat and his pubic hair was brushing against her nostrils. 

God this was good. Her body seemed to be on fire now. Her cunt was pulsing, her tits felt like they were going to pop out of the tight black lace bra she was wearing.

As if reading her mind, Johnson reached down and pulled the string holding the teddy together, then reached under the filmy material and behind her shoulders and pulled the string holding the bra on. The bra fell off and her tits sprang free, her hard nipples brushing lightly against the silky material of the teddy.

She moaned as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She paused every couple of minutes to breath and lick his cock up and down, stroking him hard with her hand, then she would plunge her mouth back down, taking him deep again, repeating the same rhythm. She moaned as she blew him, she was so turned on she was on the verge of cumming.

Johnson reached down and pulled her hair back, moving her face over slightly. He wanted the desk camera to get a good shot, and they were very close to it.

"Amber baby, do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you're giving a blowjob? I've been getting them from professional porn stars, but none of them have been as good as you."

Hearing this talk should have angered her, but she was getting even more turned on. When she gave a blowjob, she wanted the cock in her mouth to cum hard. She wanted her man to feel like his nuts were being sucked right through his prick. She wanted him to cum big time.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 09



She looked in the mirror, watching herself giving Johnson a blowjob. Turning her head to a little she could see better, and this caused Johnson's cock pushing her cheek out. She could see her cheek bulging in and out as he fucked her mouth. 

She bobbed her head steadily, rhythmically, taking him deep over and over again. His cum-laden balls were starting to slap up against her chin each time she went deep.

"That's it babe--take it deep, there you go. You are definitely the best blowjob queen who's sucked my dick. You have a true talent," Johnson said with a sigh as he watched his cock plunging in and out of Amber's mouth.

Amber looked up, watching his face and listening with rapt attention. She pulled her mouth off again to breathe more and lick his cock head. She also liked looking in the mirror and watching herself perform fellatio. She was getting more and more turned on. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Johnson's preseminal fluid tasted good, as always, and helped lubricate his cock head as she took it in deep, all the way to the back of her throat.

Johnson hand on her head guided her pace, and she moved her head back and forth faster. She knew him well enough to know he was going to blow his load any minute. She stroked his cock hard, anxious to take his hot seed in her mouth. Her pussy was throbbing, and she reached down with one hand to rub her clit. With her other hand she stroked Johnson hard cock, keeping the head of his cock in her mouth.

Johnson cried out and started cumming hard. Her mouth filled quickly as usual, and she pulled his cock out to let him cover her face with his spunk. Cum rolled out over her lips as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and she started cumming hard herself as she felt spurt after spurt spray all over her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror. His cum was running in streams down the side of her face and into her hair. Amber returned his cockhead into her mouth to take the last few shots of jism. She let it stay in her mouth, savoring the taste as her own orgasm sent shivers up and down her body.

She sighed, continuing to lick his cockhead, occasionally taking it into her mouth and sucking it. She wasn't surprised to find that he was still hard. Sometimes it seemed as if he could just get hard or stay hard at will.

Johnson lifted her back to her feet and pulled at the string holding her G-string on, and it fell away. She fell back on the bed, and Johnson crawled up between her legs, kissing them and licking the insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy. She held her legs wide, quivering in anticipation as he started tonguing her.

As he ate her out, Amber massaged her tits, and undulated her hips. He licked her quivering wet lips over and over, running his tongue up and down. Then he started flicking her clit. Her body was rippling as Johnson ate her to multiple orgasms. He took her clit between his lips and sucked on it.

Amber started crying out as he lightly nibbled her hard clit, and he grasped her thighs to hold her still as she started cumming in his mouth. Then he crawled up between her widespread legs.

Amber moaned as he inserted his cock inside her. She reached down to guide him in, and gasped as she felt her folds spread open and the head of his cock slip in. 

Johnson moved over so that the camera on the dresser would have a good shot of the penetration. He slipped his hands underneath her legs and pulled them up and out, spreading them wide, pushing her knees back until they were on either side of her torso and she was almost bent double. From this position, he started fucking her harder.

"Oh yeah baby--your pussy is as hot, wet and tight as always. Still working out--I can tell," he said, and then started kissing her, feeling her moans in his mouth.

Amber moved her hips up and down, thrilling at the feel of his cock in her cunt--it was definitely far better than toys. She loved the feel of a man on top of her, pounding into her, the smell of him, the feel of his body, the feeling and sound of his balls slapping against her upturned ass cheeks.

Johnson latched his lips around one of her nipples and sucked as he fucked her. Damn! The bitch's heat in her cunt was turning him on! He was always amazed at how wet her pussy could get. He decided to roll over and then she was on top.

Amber started rocking on top of him, and then put her hands on his shoulders and started levering herself up and down with her legs and arms. Johnson grasped her flexing ass cheeks and guided her up and down his hard cock. 

He looked up and watched her as she fucked herself on him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her mouth was open as she moaned softly, and her big beautiful tits were bouncing gently up and down just behind the sheer black teddy. 

Amber loved the feel of his hard hands gripping her ass, and the feel of the garter belt straps rubbing along her haunches. She looked over at the closet's mirrored doors, watching herself. She wished she could see herself from behind--see his cock plunging into her wet cunt. She felt a rush of pleasure. Those thoughts pushed her to the brink of orgasm.

Johnson watched her bouncing tits. God she had nice ones. He reached up and pulled her teddy off so that he could watch them unobstructed by the thin sheer black material of the teddy. She shrugged it off her shoulders, and he reached up and massaged them in his hands as she moaned and continued moving her ass up and down on his hard dick. 

Johnson knew she was getting close to a huge orgasm. She fell forward on him, breathing hard, urgently moving her haunches up and down. He could feel the muscles in her ass tightening up under his hands, and her pussy was tightening up around his cock. He took one hand and moved her tit up into his mouth again, sucking hard. She was moaning and crying out, thrusting harder up and down. He ran his hands up and down her rippling back.

Suddenly she arched her back, stiffened and cried out, her tits jutting out in front of her as she sat astride him, and he felt a flood of her juices running out of her pussy and on to his groin and thighs. He held her up a little and pulled her ass apart, hoping the camera would capture the juices running out. He felt his own cum start and pulled out for the money shot.

Amber felt his cum shooting up and splattering on her ass and back.

"Oh baby--why didn't you cum inside me?" she moaned, breathing hard from her orgasm.

"I wasn't sure if you were on birth control," he lied.

"I get a shot from my OBGYN. I thought you knew that."

He just shrugged as she rolled off of him.

She rolled over to lay prostate, luxuriating in the warm afterglow of her orgasm. She felt so good, so relieved, and within a few minutes she had drifted off to sleep.

Amber woke up. She was in her friend's bed still, lying on her stomach. Her recent memory came back quickly, but she felt so relaxed from the sex that she couldn't feel alarmed--although somewhere down inside she knew she should be. It was sometime in the early morning.

Johnson had rolled on to his side and started running his fingers up and down her tattooed back. 

"You know, you've got to stop wasting your life holed up here babe. You need a good hard fuck on a regular basis--lots of hard cock whenever you want, and you need money too. Why don't you come work with me in Sunshine Communications?"

He moved his caressing fingers down to her ass, stroking her up and down.

"You've got a body made for fucking," he said, moving one finger over the curve of her ass, right along where the largest fairy tattoo was. 

His finger moved slowly around the tattoo on her shoulder, then he traced her spine with his fingers, down between her shoulders, along her back, over her garter belt and then up the curve of on of her ass cheeks.

"Why don't you come back to me--it's all out in the open now anyway. I can take care of you real good."

She felt a surge of anger, even as she started feeling aroused again.

"Take care of me? Like before? I think you've done enough to ruin my life. Why should I trust you after you lied to me, and put hidden cameras around?" she demanded.

"How else was I going to do it? You would never have gone along with it if I had just asked you to, would you?" he countered

"Of course not!" she retorted.

"Well there you go. I knew the second I laid eyes on you that not only was I going to fuck you, but that there was a slut inside you dying to come out and spread her wings--or legs more like," he chuckled. 

He continued running his fingers along the tattoo on her backside.

"I knew when I fucked you that you were a born porn star, and a born cocksucker. Do realize you give head better than any of the other porn stars I've worked with? You're more gorgeous, and have a great body. You're a great fuck. I've been working on you for a long time. That's your destiny babe. It's what you're made for," he said, running his fingers softly over her ass.

He bent over her, kissing the tattooed fairy on her ass cheek.

"This ass has a lot of value. It could make both of us pretty rich, and we can have a lot of fun in the process." 

Amber moaned softly, squirming under Johnson's touch. She wanted more.

He ran his fingers up the small of her back and in between her shoulder blades, tracing the outline of her tattoo. Then he ran his fingers back down her back, up the curve her ass again, and down her thigh, following the garter strap. She was so hot in her pussy he could actually smell it. He rubbed a finger down her slit between her legs. Holy shit! She was sopping wet! And that was all from her--he hadn't cum inside her at all. She always could get so wet.

He signaled for her to get up on her hands and knees and she did so readily, spreading her knees apart and arching her back, exposing her pussy to his ministrations.

He fingered her lightly up and down her moist pussy lips, his fingers barely slipping in the slick folds. Amber moaned and arched her back, moving her hips up and down along his fingers and he delicately traced his fingertips along her swollen genitalia, her round ass cheeks high in the air. 

"Look how hot you are. You're just dying to be fucked right now."

He stuck a finger inside, making her cry out and push back, but he pulled his finger out before it could penetrate too far. His finger pulled out a big glob of her lubrication, and he reached up to her head and stuck it in her mouth.

She took his finger in her mouth instantly as if it were a cock, sucking hard. Her head was bobbing up and down on his finger as if it triggered some sort of cock-sucking reflex. He pulled it out with a pop, making her moan with need.

Then he went back to teasing her pussy, rubbing her pussy and clit--just brushing his fingers on her engorged clit--not enough to make her cum, but enough to keep her aroused. He bent over to look at her pussy while he played with her. 

The labia and clitoris were swollen and glistening. The lips were pulling apart a little, and were so wet, lubricant was running out and down her thigh. He stroked again, right along one side of the swollen folds, and she thrust back with a moan.

"Do you like that? You want me to do that again?" he teased.

She nodded with a moan, and he rubbed his finger on her enflamed clit. She gasped and moved back up against his hand again.

"Please!" she moaned softly.

"What was that?" he asked as he rubbed her clit again.

"Please!" she moaned again. Her body was quivering with need as she moved her hips up and down in a wagging motion, moving her slit along his fingertips.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked insistently.

"Please fuck me!" she moaned out loud, her eyes closed with anticipation.

He moved behind her, taking his stiff cock in hand and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.

Even after cumming twice, his balls felt heavy with cum, and his cock was stiff as a steel rod.

"Fuck me!" she cried out.

He continued to tease her.

Her body rippled, making the butterfly tattoos on her back dance and bounce around. He watched her tattoo as he teased her. The fairies were incredibly erotic. They were all nude, and many were in poses that looked distinctly sexual. The one on Amber's ass cheek was on her hands and knees, wings and ass high in the air--not very different from Amber's position at this moment. Another fairy was straddling a limb of the flowered vine--and looked as if she were fucking it. These thoughts made him almost delirious with the need to fuck her, but he held off-- continuing to rub the head of his cock around her vaginal opening.

"Say it again--I didn't hear you," he teased.

"For god sake, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me good and hard, Pound that cock of yours in my pussy!"

This time he didn't hold back. He aimed his cock for her juicy opening and inched forward. His cock slowly slipped into her wet folds. She grunted and pushed back, and he was quickly buried to his balls. He ass smacked up against his belly.

Amber was shaking and whimpering. The bitch was already cumming! He grabbed hold of her hips and started pumping in and out slowly. Jesus Christ she was hot! Johnson was always amazed at how hot Amber's pussy could get. She really did feel like hot apple pie in her cunt when she got really hot. He slid his hands up to grip her waist and fucked her faster and harder.

Amber gasped and threw her head back and arched her back as she moved back and forth--her body on autopilot. She was delirious with pleasure. She looked to her side and saw her reflection in the mirrored closet doors and nearly passed out from seeing herself being fucked. She was nearly overwhelmed by that sight, along with the smell of sex, the sounds of her ass smacking against Johnson's groin, and the feel of his strong hands on her waist and his hard cock fucking in and out of her sensitive cunt. She fell to her elbows, her ass continuing to move back and forth on Johnson's hard cock. 

Johnson grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, fucking her harder and faster. Amber cried out again, and he felt her hot juices flowing around his cock--she was so wet he nearly slipped out.

He fucked her hard, almost savagely, pulling her blond hair back. Her pussy was clenching on his dick, and he fought to keep from cumming. As he fucked her, he noticed she kept looking off to the left--into the mirror.

Johnson decided to change positions. He grabbed her thigh and rolled to the side, pulling her leg up and her body on to it's side, and then resumed fucking her. From this position, he could look over her shoulder and see the reflection in the mirror of his cock plunging in and out of her pussy from behind as they both laid on their sides.

"You like watching yourself, don't you?" Johnson whispered into her ear.

She whimpered in response as her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror, watching spellbound as Johnson's prick plunging in and out of her cunt as she massaged her breast with her hand.

She gave a soft cry as Johnson suddenly pulled out.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

Johnson had rolled over to the other side and was fishing something out of his pants pocket.

"Just a little lubricant," he said.

He was putting something on his dick, and then reached behind her. She felt him shove something greasy into her ass. Then he lifted her leg back up and she felt Johnson's dick poking at her asshole. She gasped as it popped in, and he started moving in and out of her ass, working deeper and deeper until his groin smacked up against her ass cheeks.

Johnson lifter her leg higher and started fucking her in the ass. In the mirror, she could clearly see her empty pussy, still wet and gaping open from the recent fucking it had received, a little trickle of lubricant leaking out, and Johnson's cock buried in her ass, plunging in and out. 

"You like feeling it, hearing it and while you see it happening," he whispered in her ear. 

God, why did it feel so good? She thought to herself. It became difficult to watch. She was almost delirious with intense pleasure, the room seemed to be spinning and her breathing was getting faster and heavier. She felt a tickling sensation as if she were falling, or going over the peak of a roller coaster, except that it was in her pussy, and the feeling went down her legs and up her back. Then it felt as if small explosions were going off inside of her. She cried out, shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over her repeatedly, until she felt her body relax.

She sighed and relaxed as Johnson withdrew, but he hadn't cum yet. He moved over, allowing her room to lay down, and he got up and straddled her on his knees, and moved until his stiff oily cock was level with her sweaty tits. He grabbed his cock in hand and rubbed the head over each of her nipples, tracing circles around each of them. Then he placed his cock in the valley between her tits and had her hold them together.

As she did so, he started sawing back and forth, titty-fucking her. Amber lifted her head, looking down between her tits as the head of Johnson's cock peaked out between them as he pumped in and out of them.

Johnson was very close to cumming, and had been holding back for some time. Seeing her full tits and her beautiful face, anticipating his ejaculate.

Amber watched his face as he breathed heavily, then he lunged one more time, and she watched as the head of his cock head peered one more time from between her tits, and she saw a long creamy stream of jism spray out, striking her in the face. She felt his cum splatter on her cheek. Stream after stream sprayed out, hitting her in the eye, chin, nose. By the time Johnson was finally through cumming, her entire face was covered with cum, and jism, oil and sweat were all over her tits.

She sighed and rubbed the cum in her face. 

"Baby, you look so hot with cum all over your face and tits," Johnson said panting. "Millions of people should see this sight."

Johnson rolled on to his side, watching her as she got out of bed.

"Amber?"

She stopped and turned around.

"You know you enjoy sex. You're made for it. You love it and can't get enough of it."

He stood up and walked over to her. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, then pulled her over to the mirror. He held her by the shoulders and turned her to face the mirror.

"Looks at yourself. You're hot baby. You've got one of the hottest bodies I've ever seen."

He reached around and cupped her tits, and then ran his hands up and down her torso and belly.

"Do you know that seeing you naked gives almost any man an instant hard-on?"

He reached for her hand and guided it back to his dick.

She gasped. He was already hard again! She felt his hand on her shoulder again, and she felt herself dropping to her knees again. She couldn't believe this. After all the sex they had over the past 24 hours, she was about to blow him again.

"I know you love watching yourself do this. Imagine having a hard dick to blow anytime you wanted to, and watching others do the same."

She watched in the mirror as he guided his cock around the thick lips of her wide mouth. Her mouth opened up as if by its own volition and the head of his cock slipped into her mouth.

She felt a new rush of heat in her crotch as Johnson cock once more pushed her cheek out. This time she unabashedly watched in the mirror as she blew him once more. Incredibly, she found herself getting hotter and hotter and she moaned around his stiff cock. 

"Isn't that a hot sight?" he asked as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. 

He held her head close to his groin, a handful of her golden blond hair clutched in his fist, her head turned to the side so she could watch in the mirror as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. It pushed the side of her cheek out each time. She felt her clit throbbing. Good God, why was she so turned on watching herself giving a blowjob?




Amber Butterfly Ch. 10



Chapter 10 - Amber's Evolving Relationship with Diana and Paul

She was met by a young paralegal who guided her back to a conference room.

They sat down and the paralegal introduced herself as they shook hands.

"I'm Stephanie Matthews. Mr. Grogan had another appointment, but was sure you would want to get your settlement as soon as possible," the young paralegal explained.

She handed Amber a thick stapled document of legal sized paper.

Amber started reading through it but was quickly bewildered by the legalese.

"I'll go over it with you," the young woman said, and proceeded to go over it paragraph by paragraph, reading it out loud.

Amber struggled to stay awake and pay attention, as Stephanie read the legalese line by line, but after only five minutes, she fought to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. 

She stood up a couple of times and sat down again, trying to pay attention to all the details.

Stephanie was a very bland person and spoke in a monotone, which is why Grogan had chosen her for this task, but of course Amber had no way of knowing this.

Finally, Stephanie got to the end of the document. By this time, Amber had long since lost track of it and really had no idea what was in the contract, but when she heard $150,000--she perked up and came alert.

"Did you say $150,000?" she squeaked. 

"Yes, that's the total settlement," Stephanie replied. "You realize that Duncan, Born & Grogan gets 40% for our fee, and then there will be taxes also."

Amber nodded, and Stephanie had her initial that clause. It was still a lot more money than Amber had dreamed of. This would allow her some time to figure out what she would do with her life. She could move out and get her own place instead of relying on the charity of her best friend.

"Okay, where do I sign?" she asked.

"You understand that this is a binding and enforceable contract?"

"Yes yes," Amber gushed as she grabbed the pen and looked for where to sign.

Stephanie handed her a pen and pointed out places she had to initial and where she had to sign.

So Amber left the office feeling good. What she didn't realize is that her carelessness and Johnson's cunning had just decided her fate. Grogan was an uncle of Johnson's, and Amber had just signed a contract where she agreed to perform in six adult features per year for the next three years, for a total of 18 feature films in which she would perform in a sexual manner similar to other Sunshine Communication actresses, including participating in a specified number of photographic layouts, "loops" and promotional events.

Amber's settlement included payment for these, plus all past films in which she starred. The total amount seemed like a lot to Amber, but it was far less than what Amber should have been able to get considering she was already a significant rising star in the porn industry. 

The fact that Amber had just contracted to star in more pornographic films escaped her notice. "Not the sharpest knife in the kitchen" you might say? Well maybe, but Amber's innate carelessness, naiveté, financial desperation, her excitement over the money, and the vast pages of legalese read out loud in monotone by the dullest woman in the office which lulled her into impatience, all contributed, and Amber is not the first person to be tricked, manipulated and coerced by the likes of Johnson McKenzie and slimy lawyers like Grogan.

Stephanie had promised that she would have a cashier's check sent by messenger the following day, and Amber was up by 6 a.m. and stayed close to the door for hours until the messenger came by around noon with a large cardboard envelope.

Amber ripped it open and held the cashier's check with trembling hands. It was a lot less than $150,000 due to the lawyer's fees and taxes, but still in the tens of thousands. Within the hour, she deposited in her account and she was no longer poor. She quickly got her cell phone paid in full and her service restored. She spent the rest of the day shopping, buying new clothes for herself and lavish Christmas gifts for Paul and Diana which she wrapped and piled on the coffee table. Having lived with them for several months, she knew exactly what they needed. She also took out a cashier's check to cover several months of rent and paid their power and utility bills over the phone.

As she walked down "The Ave" coming home from shopping, she passed the small porn shop where she had been accosted by the young man wanting her autograph on her DVD--when she first found out what Johnson had done to her. She felt seized by a sudden impulse. She was wearing sunglasses in the hopes she wouldn't be recognized, as well as a beanie to keep her ears warm. She went inside, hoping no one would recognize her.

Inside the porn shop, she quickly realized she was the only woman. Two men looked at her from behind the counter, and she had to check her shopping bags with them. She wandered quickly through the aisles before she found what she was looking for. 

She saw the title on the DVD cover: "Amber Butterfly Comes Out". She glanced at her picture on the cover, on her knees about to give head, looking over her shoulder. Her vivid tattoo on display from her shoulder down to her bare ass. Then she saw another title next to it--another picture of her on the cover, her bare tits displayed, the pendant of the amber covered butterfly hanging between them. She found two others and then hurried up to the counter to make her purchase.

She was anxious to leave, but the cashier was in no hurry. He rang up the videos one by one, taking his time while Amber fidgeted nervously.

Finally he handed her a brown paper bag.

"I'm surprised the producer didn't give you complimentary copies. When are you going to make another?" he asked.

"I--I don't know yet," she stammered, somewhat nonplussed.

"I'm the manager here. If you would be willing to come down for a promotion, I'd be willing to pay you, depending on what you're willing to do. Your movies are doing good--but promotion can make a huge difference. Have your agent call us--okay?" he asked.

"I'll do that," she said, clutching the bag and heading out the door.

"Wait--don't forget your shopping bags!" he called out to her--just in time.

That night she watched the videos in Paul and Diana's room. Her hands shook as she removed the plastic wrap and the tape holding the DVD case shut. She pushed the button "open/close" button and the DVD receptacle slid slowly out. She carefully put the disc in and closed it, and turned the TV on. When the image flickered on the screen she let her breathe out--she didn't even realize she had been holding it. Then she laid down on the bed and watched.

She was shocked, though not surprised to find that the series was a pseudo-documentary. What she hadn't realized is how much of her life was caught on video--even non-sex scenes. The start of the movie showed her as a prude, unwilling to have sex. She was repressed, even frigid. The movie had been cleverly edited to exaggerate this, although she had to admit there was some truth to it. The movie portrayed Johnson as opening her up to a healthy level of sexuality. 

The big change in the first movie came when she got the tattoo. Johnson had made it appear as if she had begged to get the tattoo, and that he had paid for it--the exact opposite of the truth. There was a time-lapse segment of the tattoo being created over the days. 

After she received the tattoo, the movie portrayed her as becoming a total slut. The clothes she chose--this was portrayed as her idea, not Johnson's. On screen, she was portrayed as increasingly obsessed with sex, begging Johnson for his cock, unable to get enough. He acted overwhelmed, like he could barely keep up. His own infidelities were omitted. 

She was shown sucking him off and begging for his cum, never getting enough. Her recorded words had been edited to this effect, and this was also shown by dialogue between Johnson and other actors.

The time she had been working out and doing the splits naked--that was in the second video. The threesome with Kyle was portrayed as her idea, with Johnson only reluctantly going along with it, and begging her not to. 

In the third video she got more and more slutty, arranging for and begging for the threesome with Kathleen who was unaccredited and whose face had been mostly edited out. It also showed her blowing Johnson's friends--again, their faces could not be clearly seen. Again, she was portrayed as an out-of-control slut, and poor Johnson was the cuckold--watching helplessly as Amber went after his friends. The movies had additional footage of Johnson narrating much of this. 

The fourth video showed scenes of her at the party, and the gangbang with Cinnabar. Amber was portrayed as an insistent and enthusiastic participant rather than drugged and seduced. Johnson, again, was shown as the cuckold, weeping and bewildered, and trying to come to terms with her transformation into a complete slut, but unwilling to leave Amber because of his love for her. Anything that would show otherwise was edited out, and the remainder edited together, including her own words.

She was angry at the twisted portrayal, but after she got over the anger, she became increasingly turned on watching the sex scenes. Much of it she remembered, and also had seen on the Internet, but it was a fresh perspective watching the whole story strong together. Eventually, she couldn't help herself and masturbated as she watched them, first using her hands, and then her dildo, cumming over and over. 

After she had masturbated, and as she watched the rest of the movie, she became more thoughtful. Although the movie had twisted the truth, she had to admit there was a fundamental truth portrayed--she had indeed changed a lot. She HAD become a slut. She realized that now. She loved sex and needed lots of it. Furthermore, she was discovering that she enjoyed watching and being watched also. Maybe she should accept herself for who she was. 

For the next two days, she watched the Amber Butterfly series over and over until Paul came home.

She picked up Paul at the airport in the evening. Excitedly, she told him about her settlement and ordered out Chinese food.

As they ate, Amber was bubbling with happiness and couldn't keep her mouth shut, but Paul felt a small bit of doubt gnawing at him. As a law student, he wished he had been in town when Amber had been offered the settlement.

"You should have a copy of the settlement agreement? I'd like to take a look at it."

"Oh it's around somewhere," she chirped.

"Can you get it and let me take a look at it?"

Amber struggled to talk with a mouthful of rice.

"Mmmmfff, Paul, it's okay. It was a lawyer who was representing me. Let's just celebrate," she pleaded.

Amber, like Paul, suddenly felt a as if dark butterflies were fluttering around in the back of her head. She felt that something might be dreadfully wrong--but what could be wrong? Her money problems were over--at least for the time being. At least she had gotten paid for her accidental career choice. Now she wanted to put it behind her once and for all.

Paul smiled as she handed him a glass of wine.

"To the future, whatever it may hold," she said, raising her glass in toast.

Paul tapped her goblet with his own and they drank together.

He got a fire going, and over the next couple of hours, the two talked and finished the bottle of wine together. 

For Amber, it felt very warm in the apartment. She looked at Paul, he looked tired but so handsome. She suddenly felt self-conscious. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and a skirt with a slit on the side, and stockings held up by garter belts, and pumps on her feet--typical clothes for her. At one time, she would not have been caught dead in such blatantly sexual clothes, but in the years since she had met Johnson, all her clothes had been gradually replaced with ones he had chosen, to the point where all of it showed off her figure, or a lot of skin, or was sexy, or all of the above. She had gotten used to dressing like this, taken it for granted even.

Now she looked down at her lap, conscious of the fact that the slit of her skirt had ridden up and was exposing the top of her stocking the strap of her garter. She was afraid to pull her skirt down, because it might call attention to it.

She looked over at Paul, but he was watching the television. The love seat was old and tended to sink in the middle, causing two people sitting in it to come together, and she became hyper-aware of the feel of his thigh against hers. She felt the heat rising between her legs, and couldn't help but squirm in her seat. Her thong underwear was getting wet, making her uncomfortable. It was pulled up tight against her clit, making her horny. 

Paul noticed her stare and looked over at her. She looked at him with those big brown eyes. Her golden hair was pulled up in a pony tail, although wisps of it were loose and framed her beautiful face. Her chest was heaving up and down, and her face was slightly flushed. Her nipples were erect, and pushed out against her lace bra and blouse. Her mouth was open, and she unconsciously ran her tongue along her lips. 

He bent forward, hesitating slightly, but her lips quickly found his and they were kissing. They continued making out for a while, Paul's hands found her swollen breasts and massaged them as they kissed, swirling their tongues together.

Amber stopped and pulled away.

"Paul--I'm sorry," she panted. "I can't believe I almost did this. You belong to Diana!" she sobbed, a tear rolling down her cheek.

She stood up to get away from him, before she was tempted any more than she already was.

"Amber!" he said sharply.

She looked at him.

"It's okay. Diana and I discussed this. I already know about you and her, we've agreed that it's okay for both of us, only with you."

He reached up and pulled her arm, and she fell forward into his arms, straddling his lap. 

Paul felt his stiff cock and swollen balls pressed down hard as she sat on his lap and ground her loins in his lap, kissing him the entire time. She stopped and rolled her head back, and he kissed and sucked on her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Her full breasts appeared as if they were ready to burst out of her low-cut blouse, and Paul bent his head down to kiss them, running his lips back and forth.

Amber moaned, and then stood up again.

Paul looked up at her, a question on his face. He started to stand up, but she pushed him back down.

Amber slowly unbuttoned her blouse, as Paul watched, eyes wide. She started slowly swaying, doing a striptease for him. Soon the buttons were all undone, and her blouse hung open. She continued swaying, and moved her hands up to squeeze and massage her breasts, the whole time watching him.

The blouse came off completely, and she threw it in his lap. She spun around, and reached down, undoing the buttons on the side of her skirt, and as she completed the spin, her skirt was gone. Now she was dressed only in her black lace bra, g-string, garters and stockings, as well as the pumps on her feet.

She continued swaying, as if there was music to dance to, and moving closer to him, turned around, her curvy ass swaying before his face. She leaned forward, causing her g-string to slip further up her crack, and accentuating the heart-shaped curve of her haunches. In the meantime, while he was watching her swaying ass, she reached behind her to undo her bra.

She stood up and spun back around to face him, and bent over low. Her bra fell away, and she felt her heavy breasts swing free and settle in front of his face, nipples erect. She continued moving around, swaying back and forth, rubbing her hands up and down her body.

Then she came up close to him again, her full breasts once more swinging right in front of his face, hard nipples an inch away from his lips. 

Paul gasped and grabbed her tits in his hands, bring one nipple up to his lips, and Amber fell forward again, straddling his lap again, grinding up and down, her heavy tits smacked the sides of Paul's head as she gyrated in his lap.

He reached around grabbing her ass cheeks as she rocked in his lap, her tits bouncing and slapping against his face as he gamely tried to latch his lips onto one of her nipples. 

She laughed and stood up again, making him moan in frustration, and turned around, exposing her backside to him. She resumed her swaying dance, undulating close to him. 

Paul could see the highly detailed tattoo work on her back. All the fairies seemed to be smiling seductively at him--all of them appeared to be aroused. Although part of the tattoo was covered up with the garter belt, most of the tattoo was visible. The largest fairy on her ass in particular fascinated him--kneeling naked on its hands and knees, it's bare ass high in the air, a seductive smile on its lips.

Suddenly Amber stopped swaying, and she reached to the sides of her hips and slowly started pulling the straps to the g-string down over her hips, which she had worn on top of the garter belts. The strings came down slowly, and came out of the crack of her ass slowly. Soon, her wet cunt made it's first appearance. Paul was close enough to see her engorged clit and her swollen labia. She was so hot, her lips appeared to glisten.

Then the g-string dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it carefully with her feet still in sandals. Then she picked it up and threw it into his face. He clutched it and held it up to his nose, breathing in the musky odor of her arousal. She smiled at him, and slowly walked into the master bedroom.

Paul shook himself out of his daze, and came after her. As he entered the room, Amber closed the door behind him and pressed up against him, kissing him. Then she started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest as she did so. She pulled it off and over his shoulders, then dropped to her knees.

Amber was overwhelmed by lust. The striptease she had performed had turned her on even more than it had aroused Paul. She felt a strong sense of urgency, as she undid his trousers and pulled them down, whipping his underwear down.

His cock bounced a little as she pulled his underwear down, and she moaned with pleasure as she saw his cock, so stiff it arched slightly upwards, veins bulging along the sides of his shaft. She also noticed that his balls were huge. She gasped and gently massaged them through his scrotum, fascinated by their size and weight. With her other hand, she stroked his stiff prick.

Amber stuck her tongue out and licked the gleaming oily precum oozing out of the tip of the head of his cock. She liked the taste of it, but couldn't stop herself from taking his cock deep in her mouth. She did so with a moan of lust, and started bobbing her head up and down on his hard cock. 

Amber was a skilled enough fellatrix to tell when Paul was close to ejaculating, and she wanted him inside herself. She stood and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he did so. 

Paul's arms were wrapped around her waist, caressing her as they kissed, and he moved them down to her round firm ass cheeks. With her gymnast's flexibility, she swung her legs up and wrapped them around Paul's waist. She felt Paul's cock-head poke up against her pussy opening for a moment, and with a slight jerk she aligned herself better and slid down on to him.

With her 120 lbs held by her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, and his grip on her ass, her weight also pushed down on his cock, mashing her clit against his rock-hard erection. Her extreme lubrication helped him to slide his cock in and out readily.

Paul gasped with pleasure, gripping her ass hard, he fucked her hard on his feet. He was almost overcome by the overwhelming physical sensation of her hot wet pussy gripping his cock, but managed to keep on his feet. He spun around, carrying Amber with him as she whimpered and pushed her up against the wall, pounding her hard, her back banging against the wall repeatedly as he pounded in and out of her. Her breasts pressed up against his chest.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 10



Amber was cumming hard, whimpering as they continued to kiss, and Paul felt a rush of hot lubricant run out of her pussy and around his testicles, which were slapping up against the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Her cries of passion pushed him over the edge and he started cumming as well, as hard as he had in a long time. He ejaculated so much, the cum ran out of her pussy, and Amber could feel streams of cum run down out of her cunt into the crack of her ass.

As their orgasms subsided, Paul's cock lost its erection, and Amber's feet found the floor. She sighed as her feet touched the ground, and beads of Paul's semen ran down her thighs.

"That's was so good," she sighed, tilting her head up for another kiss.

Later that night, Amber couldn't sleep. Her eyes opened up. The room was still lit by the lamp light. Paul lay beside her snoring, naked lying on top of the covers. She saw the webcam by the computer staring at her, and remembered how Johnson had used hers to film her having sex with him. That sent a chill down her at first.

But she continued thinking about it, and slipped out of bed back into her room. She opened her laptop and Googled her name, and watched a few clips of herself getting fucked. Some of the latest clips included scenes of her at the party she could barely remember.

Amber was still dressed only in stockings and garter belts, and she felt her nipples tighten up and her pussy begin to lubricate again. She pulled her legs up and started stroking her pussy. 

Suddenly she was seized by a perverse desire. Her chest heaved up and down as she breathed hard, and crept back into Paul and Diana's room and up on to the bed. She felt her tits swing underneath her as she crawled up on her hands and knees.

She looked over at the web cam. She knew it wasn't on, but imagined in her mind that it was, and that she was being filmed and recorded.

Her face felt hot and flushed. She was trembling with lust, her genitals were swollen and throbbing as she imagined herself being filmed. She turned on her hands and knees so that her pussy was pointing straight at the camera, and then slowly spread her knees far apart. She heard a wet sound as her swollen labia opened up. Amber arched her back and lifted her ass high in the air. She rocked back and forth, sighing, imaging she was getting fucked for the camera. 

Underneath her, Paul's legs stirred. She turned so that she could kiss him.

Paul woke up, seeing Amber's large brown eyes and lush lips. They kissed for a few minutes, and then Amber started kissing her way down his chest, dragging her stiff nipples along his chest and then his belly as she kissed her way down to his groin. She ran her mouth up and down his cock a few times, ensuring that it was good and hard, but there was really no need. Paul had a serious case of what men often call "morning wood". Amber paused and pulled his on hands, drawing him up to a sitting position.

Paul sat up, and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it, and then moved to the other. Amber threw her head back and moaned with pleasure, but she wanted something else. She pulled his head off of her nipple and looked him in the eyes.

"I want you to fuck me," she asked solemnly.

Paul's cock flexed again. There was something so sexy about the way she looked at him with those big brown eyes. She had thick curvy lips and an angelic face, topped off with a thick head of golden blonde hair. 

He nodded, and she crawled up on the bed ahead of him. He was stunned by her well-shaped ass, with the sexy tattoo, her cunt was dripping wet, and she spread her knees wide and reached underneath with one hand and parted her pink pussy lips. Paul could see right up her cunt. It was so wet it looked gooey, and her labia was glistening, pink, and swollen. Paul felt his cock stiffen even more, and he crawled up behind her, and ran his fingers up and down her slit. She whimpered with lust, moving her pussy up and down along his fingers. His fingers slipped inside her hot pussy easily. Amber moaned, moving her haunches up and down, rubbing her slit along his fingers. 

Paul's cock was rock hard once again. What man could possibly resist this? Paul moved up and guided his cock into her wet slit. Her cunt seemed to be dripping lubrication. The head of his cock pushed past the outer lips and slipped easily inside like a hot knife into butter. Amber moaned and pushed back against him, and he started fucking her. He picked up speed as she pushed back and forth against him.

Amber rocked back and forth as he fucked her. How did she ever become such a slut she wondered briefly, allowing herself to be fucked good and hard by her best friend's boyfriend? The thought was only brief, and was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She pushed back hard with her haunches, enjoying the sensations. She turned her head to her side, and saw the webcam by the computer on the desk beside the bed. 

Amber turned and angled herself so that if the cam were actually operating, it could catch the sight of her pussy being penetrated by Paul's cock. Then she imagined that they were being filmed and felt a huge rush of pleasure at the thought.

Paul couldn't believe it. Amber's cunt was so hot and so slick, he was hard pressed to keep his cock from slipping out. He was able to keep it in though because she was tight and he had a good sized cock. He could feel the cum churning in his balls. 

Amber was whimpering as he fucked her, and dropped her head and shoulders down to the blankets below her. She clutched the blanket and stuffed it in her mouth to try to muffle her cries of pleasure. She could feel the fabric rubbing against her stiff nipples as her tits pressed down against the blankets. 

Within minutes, she exploded in a huge orgasm. Paul struggled to hold on to her as she thrashed, moaning, muttering incoherently, pushing her haunches back and forth rapidly, pounding her ass hard up against his groin as his cock fucked into her. He felt a rush of heat from her juices and struggled to hold back himself.

After a few minutes, she started slowing down with a sigh, and collapsed down on the bed, breathing hard, luxuriating in the warm afterglow of her orgasm. She suddenly realized that Paul had not cum yet. He moved up around, his still-hard cock next to her mouth.

Amber sat up, grasped his cock and stroked it.

"Why don't you come over here by the side of the bed," she suggested. 

Paul walked over by the desk and Amber dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked over at the webcam, wanting to be positioned so that if the webcam were filming them, it would catch the action close up.

Amber examined his cock and balls, stroking him, and mouthing his shaft up and down along the side. Poor baby! He was so stiff and hard!

She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, tasting her own juices on the leathery skin of his cock. She licked around the spongy head, and then licked the underside of his cock. She pulled his swollen balls into her mouth, one at a time. She was careful though, it was obvious they were swollen and aching. She liked to prolong her blowjobs, but she knew he needed relief quickly. His cock was so hard and swollen it was purple, and she could tell his balls were swollen and sensitive. 

Grasping his cock hard around the base, she licked back up to the tip of his cock, looking up to watch his reaction, then opened her mouth wide and plunged down on his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, stroking his cock up and down with her hand as she did so. 

Paul gasped. Although he loved Diana and enjoyed her blowjobs, he was forced to admit that Amber had an extraordinary talent in this area. He stared down at her head as she ran her lips up and down his shaft. She was such an eager and enthusiastic fellatrix! He could feel his balls start to tighten up and knew he was going to blow within seconds.

Amber continued bobbing her head, taking his cock deep each time, nearly to the root with ease. She stroked his ball sack as she plunged her head up and down.

Paul's knees nearly buckled as he started feeling dizzy from the overwhelming power of his orgasm. His balls were swollen and sore from the need to ejaculate. Amber knew he was close, and she knew exactly how to get a cock to cum. She changed her stroke, increasing the speed, and then when she felt his first convulsion, she slowed down and stroked his cock at the base, urging the cock-juice out.

Paul's breathing was ragged and irregular. His balls felt as if they were filled with molten lead and they were aching as they slapped up against Amber's chin. He could barely suppress a moan as he started thrusting his hips forward, shoving his cock into Amber's mouth. She reached up and gripped him a hard grasp around the root of his cock though to control the pace. He felt the cum surging up his stalk--forcing it's way.

He couldn't have held back if he wanted to--not with an expert cocksucker like Amber blowing him. He came so hard his cock and balls almost hurt. He felt his prostate convulse uncontrollably and fire out into Amber's mouth, over and over again. Amber stopped moving her head, and just continued gently stroking him, milking out every last drop of his cum.

Amber felt the tip of his dick spray against her tongue. She let his cum accumulate in her mouth as he ejaculated, tasting it before she swallowed. Amber grinned up at Paul as she swallowed his cum and his cock slipped from her lips, leaving a thin trail of jism which ran down her chin. 

Paul had fallen back against the door, gasping with pleasure. 

Amber ran her lips up and down on his cock a few more times. 

"Your cock is so beautiful!," she gushed, smiling up at him. "Such a stud!"

She licked his cock some more, playing with it, slapping it against her face, running her tongue around the well-lubricated head. It was deflating though, and Amber knew it would take hours to recover.

They needed to clean up. It was already after 9 a.m. in the morning, and in a few hours they had to pick up Diana at the airport.

They showered, and Amber fixed them both a breakfast. Afterwards, they cleaned up the bedroom, and Amber changed all the blankets and sheets and took them to the laundry room. 

They picked Diana up that afternoon, finding her in the baggage claim area of the airport. After hugs and kisses Paul grabbed her suitcase from the carousel and they went to the car.

Amber offered to take them to Red Lobster for dinner, since she had money from her settlement. They were seated in a circular booth, and Amber found herself squeezed between Paul on one side and Diana on the other. Paul and Diana each talked about their vacations, and Amber talked about her settlement.

They ordered Nachos as appetizers and as they chatted, Amber was shocked to feel Diana's hand on her thigh! Amber, as was her habit, was wearing a short skirt with stockings and garters. As Paul talked and they ate, Diana started stroking Amber's thigh, running her fingers along the strap of her garter, and ran her fingers up and down the inside of Ambers' thigh, pushing her skirt up as she did so.

Amber was embarrassed and afraid someone would see, but her pussy was dripping wet. In fact, she was afraid some of her juices would get on the vinyl seat of the booth. She tried to keep her legs closed, but Diana's fingers insistently pushed down between her thighs. 

"Open them up," Diana whispered in her ear.

Amber's face grew red.

"Open them up!" she whispered louder.

Amber reluctantly spread her thighs, and Diana's fingers started stroking her wet cunt through her soaking silk panties.

Amber whimpered and continued pretending to listen to Paul talking about his family, the whole time, Diana was rubbing her pussy closer to orgasm. Diana slipped her fingers under the elastic band of Amber's panties and started stroking her pussy directly, her fingers slipping into the folds of Amber's sopping cunt.

Diana continued her covert masturbation of her best friend, bringing Amber closer and closer to an orgasm. By this time, Amber's pussy juices were running copiously. Diana tugged at Amber's wet panties, pulling them down her thighs. Amber lifted her ass for a second and Diana pulled them down, and slipped them over Amber's knees, and they fell to the floor. 

As Amber wondered how she could gracefully retrieve her panties, she felt Diana's hand pulling her thigh open again, and as she complied she felt Diana's hand return to her wet slit and resume it's stroking of her clit. She felt her bare ass on the vinyl seat and was embarrassed to feel her wet juices pooling on the seat also, but she was soon panting hard and trying not to moan.Paul meanwhile, was far away, talking about his family, as the two girls pretended to be playing close attention.

The waitress came up to take their order, and Paul gave his, but as she looked at Amber she paused.

"Are you okay? You look like you're having a..." the waitress paused, turning red. "...a hot flash." 

Amber's face was red. Diana's hand was stroking her clit in lazy circles. She managed to keep her composure and just asked for an iced tea.

Diana ordered a salad and the waitress left. Diana asked Paul some questions, the whole time, her fingers continued their assault on Amber's pussy. Amber's hands gripped the table as she fought to keep her composure. She struggled to keep from crying out and moving her hips. The whole time, Diana had her finger up inside Amber's cunt, rubbing her g-spot insistently, without any concern for Amber's plight. 

Amber could smell her own wet pussy juices, and hear the squishing noises Diana's fingers were making, and she was terrified someone else would 

Paul excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"Go ahead and cum now," Diana said softly to Amber, as she worked her fingers against Amber's g-spot .

Amber moaned softly, gripping the table hard, as she allowed herself to let go. She closed her eyes and came hard, spraying some juices against Diana's fingers. She gave a soft gasp as the orgasm shook her body, then panted softly as she started coming down. 

Diana took her fingers out of Amber's pussy and looking Amber in the eyes, she slipped her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. Amber trembled with pleasure as she felt her body relaxing.

"Are you okay?" a man asked, looking over from the next booth.

"Um--yeah, I just had a Charlie Horse in my leg," she improvised.

"Try standing up and walking it out," the man advised.

"Good idea!" she replied and slid around the booth, pulling her skirt back down her thighs, then she got up and walked to the bathroom, meeting Paul on the way back. He smiled and nodded at her as she passed. Amber looked over her shoulder to see Diana smiling slyly at Paul as he sat back down.

"Amber, would you come in here a minute?" Diana asked her, sticking her head in the door.

It was the night following Diana's return, and Amber was in bed wearing one of her thin filmy teddys, but something in Diana's tone brooked no delay, so she didn't stop to put on a robe.

Diana motioned with her finger for her to come in to their room, and Amber nervously followed.

"Were you using our DVD player?" she asked, pointing to the TV.

Amber turned and looked and gasped with horror. She had left one of the DVD's in their player!

"Oh my God!" she gasped. 

"I'm so sorry--I was curious," she ran up, looking for the button to eject it.

Diana grabbed her arm.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Actually, we're curious too."

Amber turned and looked at her, breathing hard, face red.

"Do you mind if we watch it? In fact, why don't you watch it with us?" Diana asked calmly.

Amber hesitated, uncertain.

Diana took her hand, pulling her toward the bed.

Amber allowed herself to be pulled up on to the bed with them, and found herself lying between them. Paul was wearing just his boxer shorts, and Diana a thin filmy nightie that Amber had given her as a Christmas gift. Amber swallowed. Even in the dim light, she could see Diana's nipples through the translucent fabric, and she became acutely aware that her own were also visible to both Diana and Paul.

She turned nervously and looked at the TV screen, Paul moved over to give her room on one side as Diana pulled her down on to the bed with Paul between them. Amber sat up with her back and shoulders supported by pillows. The room was lit only by the glow of light from the TV monitor.

The movie was "Amber Butterfly Does 'Em All". 

At first she was self-conscious, but after 15 or 20 minutes, she relaxed and almost forgot Diana and Paul were even lying on the bed with her.

On the TV screen she was watching herself and Amber at the party--the party that had turned into an orgy--the whole party had been filed and edited down to a 2 hour movie. It had been cut and edited in such a way, that it appeared that it was all Amber's idea to go, with Johnson being the reluctant one.

On the screen, Amber and Cinnabar were examining Ron's cock in awe.

"This cock deserves the best blowjob we can give it," Cinnabar declared. "Join me?" 

Amber watched herself on screen. The camera must have been close--she had barely noticed it at the time. She watched herself run her tongue from bottom of Ron's shaft up to the tip of the head, and then down again. Cinnabar did the same on the other side. As she watched, Amber felt her breathing getting deeper. Her cheeks were flushed. 

Paul and Diana were also watching the double blowjob on the TV screen. They watched as the two girls on the screen ran their tongue's up and down either side of the stiff cock in front of them, each time one ran their lips up to the top, the other was working their way down, and whoever was at the tip took a turn swallowing him, swooping their lips over the helmet of his thick cock, and then down again, running their lips along his aching shaft. As they watched, Diana had been rubbing her hand up and down Paul's torso. She slipped her hand under his boxer shorts and took his hard cock in hand and started gently stroking it. 

Amber started massaging her breasts with one hand, and covertly put her other hand between her legs, hoping Paul and Diana wouldn't notice. She watched the screen, and saw Cinnabar running her mouth down to the base of Ron's erection. Amber meanwhile went up to the top and down, taking him deep inside, and then she came back up and ran her mouth down just as Cinnabar came up to dive down on him. Back and forth they went, timing it perfectly. 

"Amber," Diana's voice broke through her reverie.

Amber started, pulling her fingers out of her sopping wet pussy--embarrassed. She looked over at Diana, and saw her friend was bent over Paul.

She was astonished to see Diana's lips wrapped tight around Paul's hard cock, her head bobbing up and down. Diana pulled her mouth off the head of Paul's stiff member with a pop, and motioned for Amber to get closer.

"I want to do what you're doing there," she nodded her head at the TV screen.

Amber sat up, and pulled her Teddy off. Then she bent over until her face was right up against her friend's face, as it bobbed up and down on Paul's cock. At this close distance, she could hear the sound of Diana's lips running along the veined surface of Paul's leather prick.

Diana pulled her mouth off of her boyfriend's cock, and pointed it toward Amber's open mouth. Amber hesitated, looking into Diana's eyes. Diana smiled encouragement and nodded, and Amber slowly lowered her mouth over the head of Paul's cock.

Pausing only briefly to look in Diana's eyes, Amber began to slide her mouth up and down Paul's engorged cock. Amber moved her lips up and down, never losing eye contact with Diana. After a minute, she pulled her lips off, slowly, and licking the head of Paul's cock, passed it over to Diana's open mouth, and pushed it in.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 10



Diana moved her head up and down as Amber watched, her face only inches away. Diana's lips glistened as Paul's cock slid up and down between them. Amber ran her thick lips up along his shaft as Diana sucked the tip.

Paul watched in astonishment as his girlfriend and her best friend shared his cock, emulating the scene on the TV behind them. Images of Cinnabar and Amber doing similar work on another prick on the TV screen added to the intensity of what he was feeling.

Diana pulled her lips off of Paul's cock and whispered to Amber.

"I want to watch him fuck you."

She reached over and pulled Paul up until he was on his knees, and then directed Amber to her hands and knees, so that they would all be facing the TV screen.

Diana reached behind and felt Amber's slit. She was soaking wet! Amber moaned and moved her slick pussy up and down along Diana's fingers. Diana pulled her fingers out and shoved them in Amber's mouth, who moaned and sucked them.

Then reaching back again, she nudged Amber's knees apart more, and stroked her back and ass. She urged Paul to move forward and stroked his cock, guiding it toward Amber's quivering wet pussy. Diana watched intently as Paul's cock speared past Amber's glistening pussy lips.

Amber moaned and pushed her haunches back, as Paul's cock sank into her cunt up to the hilt. She felt Diana caress her back and ass cheeks as she started rocking back and forth.

"That's it!, Diana hissed. "Pound her hard!"

Paul complied, grabbing Amber around her slender waist, he started fucking her hard, making slapping noises as her ass smacked against him.

Amber dropped down on to her elbows in front, her face buried in the blankets as she whimpered and gasped with pleasure-- her hind quarters were on autopilot, rocking back and forth like a well-oiled machine as Paul fucked her.

Paul grabbed a handful of her hair, and Amber moaned again, and got back up on her hands, her swollen tits swaying below her as Paul continued hammering in to her sopping cunt.

Diana caressed Amber's flexing ass with one hand, and had her other on Paul's ass, encouraging him to fuck her friend. After a few minutes of this though, she needed some attention herself.

There was still some room at the foot of the bed, so she crawled around and laid in front of Amber, and spread her legs, presenting her wet pussy for Amber's attention. 

Amber looked in front of her. For the first time, she would be engaging in lesbian sex with her friend, while her friend's boyfriend looked on! She hesitated only a moment though, as Paul let go of her hair and gently pushed her down, encouraging her to eat his girlfriend's pussy as he fucked her. 

Amber complied, wrapping her arms around Diana's thighs and pulling her crotch up close to her mouth. She started licking Diana's cunt up and down. It was difficult with Paul fucking her from behind. His pounding made her head move back and forth, and the rhythm of the fucking was not necessarily conducive with good pussy-eating.

Nonetheless she concentrated. She had been in enough threesomes by now to know that her main focus should be what is going on in front of her. She let Paul keep the fucking rhythm, and concentrated on making her friend scream and moan as she ate her pussy. Soon she had Diana undulating and moaning.

Amber wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed them up and down Diana's slit, spreading her labia apart, then ran her tongue up and down. Diana was thrashing, jerking her hips up and down, and breathing harder and harder.

At the same time, Amber felt an orgasm fast approaching. Her pussy was throbbing, making it harder for her to concentrate on Diana's pussy. She tried to channel the pleasure she was receiving from Paul's fucking into her cunnilingus. 

Paul was getting closer. He manfully tried to hold off as long as possible, but it was becoming impossible. He fucked Amber harder and faster, he could feel the contractions starting in his prostate. His balls felt like they were going to explode as they slapped against Amber's engorged clit with each thrust.

Amber was the first to cum. She wrapped her lips around Diana's clit and sucked as her orgasm exploded. Her mind was reeling but she held on gamely as Diana suddenly arched her back and cried out. She felt Diana's pussy juices flood her mouth. Paul's awareness of the girls' orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he came hard inside Amber's pussy.

Diana, soaking in the afterglow of her own orgasm, became aware of Paul's and rushed forward to pull his cock out of her pussy. His dick sprayed her face as she stuck the head in her mouth to get the rest of his cum.

Amber watched as Diana stroked Paul's cock, draining the rest of his cum. Diana slowly pulled her lips off Paul's cock, and without swallowing, bent over to kiss Amber on the lips. Realizing her intent, Amber opened her mouth to receive the mouthful that Diana shared with her. Paul watched spellbound as Diana shared some of his semen with Amber. Amber smiled at him and slowly swallowed.

Afterwards, the three friends curled up on the bed, and finished watching the movie, although they were all spent sexually, and drifted off to sleep entwined together.

Amber woke first. She quickly remembered the night before. How would this effect their relationship she wondered? She began to feel uneasy. Making love to Diana, and then Paul while Diana was gone, and now both of them together? She hoped it would not have an negative impact on Paul and Diana's relationship. She loved them both dearly, and would do anything for them.

Amber realized she was laying in between Paul and Diana. That wasn't right. She must never come between them. She was laying on her side, with her arm circled around Paul's arm and shoulders, and Diana was spooned up against her from the back, her arms wrapped around Amber's hips. She cautiously disentagled herself from Paul, who grunted and continued his snoring. Next, she carefully lifted Diana's arm, and rising up carefully on her knees, she straddled Diana and moved across to her other side.

As she did so, she looked down at Diana. Amber rolled over on Diana's side, and found her face-to-face with Diana's open eyes. The two looked at each other silently for a few minutes without saying a word.

Diana leaned forward and the two coeds kissed slowly, tentatively, lips barely touching. Diana broke off for a minute to look Amber in the eyes.

"I love you," she quietly whispered, barely audible.

Suddenly the alarm went off. The two girls pulled away from each other, startled. Paul moaned and sat up, slapping the alarm off.

It was Paul and Diana's custom that Paul usually took the shower first, Diana preferring it that way to give her a few more minutes before she had to climb out of bed.

As Paul took his shower, the two girls resumed their attention to each other. Diana gently kissed Amber, running her tongue along Amber's soft lips. 

Then licking her lips, she kissed Amber again, tentatively, then more hungrily. Amber responded in kind, the two were soon writhing together, running their hands down each other's bodies. Diana rolled on top of Amber and kissed her eyes, then her cheeks one by one, then her chin, and then her neck.

Amber tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting Diana have her way. Diana kissed her neck, sucking on it and then moved down to her chest, sucking in her nipples--until they were hard and erect, before slowly licking and kissing her way down Amber's torso to her belly. She flicked her tongue on Amber's belly piercing, playing with the tiny dangling beads for a minute, and then kissed Amber's taut torso, which was rippling up and down as she breathed deeply.

Diana slid her fingers along Amber's slender, flat waist, then pushed her way down further. Amber spread her legs wide in anticipation. Diana paused to look at Amber's swollen pussy lips and clit, glistening in the dawn sunlight which peeked through and around the window shades. 

Diana bent forward, and lightly ran her tongue up and down Amber's labia, barely touching her hypersensitive clitoris.

Amber whimpered, wagging her hips and trying to push her pussy closer to Diana's lips. Diana pulled away though, and moved down to Amber's slender ankles. Diana slowly licked her way up Amber's legs, switching back and forth from leg to leg. She held one leg, kissing the inside of her calf, then licked her way up in lazy circles on the insides of Amber's soft thighs. Amber's legs were trembling, so Diana slid her hands up along her thighs and hooked them under her bent knees. Grasping her legs there, she pulled Amber's legs apart and pushed them up until her knees were pressing against her heavy breasts. Diana paused to smile up at Amber's face. Amber's face was tense with anticipation. 

"What do you want me to do now?" she teased.

"Lick me," Amber whispered.

Diana complied, licking Amber's pussy from top to bottom, her tongue spearing into Amber's wet folds.

Amber writhed under Diana's tongue, her hips undulating up and down more fiercely. Suddenly Diana stopped and looked up.

"What's the matter--why are you stopping?" Amber panted.

"I want you to do me at the same time," Diana replied huskily.

Amber nodded breathlessly, and Diana turned around and straddled Amber's head. Diana felt Amber's arms wrap around her hips and felt Amber's hands grasp her ass cheeks as she lowered her dripping pussy down to Amber's waiting lips. She gripped the sheets as she felt Amber start to eat her out. She turned her attention back to Amber's pussy, spread out below her.

Diana reached under Amber's thighs with her arms and pulled her legs apart as she buried her mouth in Amber's muff. She licked up Amber's copious juices that were pooling inside of her cunt. She felt Amber moan into her pussy and then felt Amber's lips suck Diana's stiff clit into her mouth.

Diana tried hard to concentrate but it was hard. She felt her body undulate feverishly as Amber ate her out. She grabbed Amber's tatooed ass and pulled her pussy up closer to her mouth and pulled Amber's clit into her mouth. 

The two women thrashed on the bed and rolled to the side. Amber's head was pillowed on Diana's thigh and her other thigh clamp down on her head as Diana moaned into her wet pussy. The two women rolled together frantically, arms wrapped around each other's hips, hands on each other's ass, legs tangled around each other's head, tongues on each other's pussy, working hard to make each other cum.

Amber pulled on Diana's clitoris, sucking on it insistently. Diana's hips started undulating more frantically, so Amber wrapped her arms around Diana's hips more firmly, trying to keep her lips latched onto Diana's clit. 

She felt Diana doing the same, and Amber felt a huge orgasm beginning to well up inside her. Her heart beat faster and her chest started heaving as she started hyperventilating. She whimpered as she sucked Diana's clit, trying to hold off until after Diana came, but her body went into autopilot. Amber's orgasm exploded inside. She screamed as she spurted into Diana's mouth. 

When Amber squirted into Diana's mouth, That pushed her over the edge and she started cumming as well. She felt her pussy contracting and she started breathing hard. She felt the waves of pleasure surge through her entire body and her cries of pleasure joined Amber's moans and whimpers as both women orgasmed.

As they sighed with relief and basked in the warm glow of their mutual orgasm, the two women kissed each other's pussy tenderly, caressing each other's bodies.

"Oh babe--that was so beautiful," Diana said tenderly, kissing the side of Amber's smooth thigh.

"That was fantastic," a masculine voice interrupted their reverie, "but what about me?"

The girls started and disentangled to see Paul standing by the bed, hair wet from his shower, looking on wistfully. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and was sporting a raging hard-on which poked through the towel.

"Poor baby!" Amber cried out as she laughed. 

Diana and Amber looked into each other's eyes, laughing hard.

Diana looked over at the clock.

"I don't know Paul, we don't have much time, we have to get ready for school," Diana teased. "I have a class in an hour."

Paul looked so distressed that both girls busted into laughter.

Diana looked at Amber. "We can't leave him in that condition."

"That would be cruel," Amber agreed, looking at Paul's angry cock.

"What's a girl to do?" Diana asked, and the two looked at each other again.

Without another word, the two slid off the bed and folded to their knees in front of Paul. Diana pulled Paul's towel away, and his cock bobbed free, loose from it's confines.

Amber grasped it and stroked it. Men's hard cocks always fascinated her, and when one was this close to her face she couldn't stop herself from stroking them and putting them in her mouth. 

"Go ahead," Diana said. "I want to watch."

Thus reassured, Amber quickly took Paul's rock-hard cock into her mouth and started running her thick plush lips up and down the heavily veined shaft. She stroked Paul's cock with one hand as she bobbed her head up and down.

Diana watched up close as the head of her boyfriend's cock pushed Amber's cheek out each time her head went down close to the base of his cock.

Amber loved sucking cock. She sighed with pleasure as she reveled in the feel of a big hard cock running between her lips and along her tongue. Giving head turned her on so much, she felt her pussy swell up again and squirmed around on her knees as she continued giving her blowjob.

Diana bent her head down and pulled one of Paul's balls in her mouth and sucked on it, as Amber sucked Paul's cock harder and faster. Her eyes were closed in concentration and she swirled her tongue around his cock head, which was slick with his pre-seminal fluid and her saliva.

Diana spit out Paul's ball and realizing Amber's was feverishly turned on, she reached down and caressed Amber's back, running her fingers up and down the small of Amber's back and over the curve of her firm ass cheeks. Her fingers brushed over the various butterfly fairies tattooed all over Amber's backside. The seemed to ripple as Amber sucked Paul's cock, she seemed to put her whole body into the effort. Diana moved her fingers down the crack of Amber's ass until the slipped into Amber's moistening cunt. 

With a moan, Amber lifted his cock out of the way and pulled his other nut into her mouth and sucked it, before spitting it out and running her tongue up and down the bottom of his cock. As she did this, Diana ran her lips along the side of his hard shaft. She moved her head out of the way and steered Paul's prick back into Amber's open mouth. Amber's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and bobbed her head back and forth. 

Diana's used her hand to sweep Amber's hair out of the way. She wanted to watch Paul's cock disappearing into her girlfriend's mouth. Paul's shaft glistened with Amber's saliva, and Diana found the sight of it running in and out of Amber's mouth an enthralling sight. She caressed Amber's cheek, feeling Paul's cock filling Amber's mouth.

Amber realized that she didn't have the time to make her blowjob last long, and decided it was time for Paul to cum. He bobbed her head back and forth faster, as Diana encouraged her.

Amber felt Diana's hand on her head, guiding her head up and down as Amber bobbed her head faster, going deeper, up and down. Amber used one of her free hands to massage Paul's heavy swollen balls.

"Oh God!" Paul moaned. He was quickly losing control. Amber was an expert fellatrix, and once she decided it was time for a man to ejaculate, there was little that he could do once his dick was in her mouth. She could easily make almost any cock cum pretty quickly.

Paul felt as if his cum was being drawn out of him--he had no choice--not that he would have chosen any different. He was helpless as the contractions began in his prostate, and he felt the cum surging up the stalk of his cock.

Amber was pumping his cock, watching the tip. She loved watching the cum spray out of men's dicks when they came. Diana gasped as she watched the first bolt of Paul's load slapped up against Amber's face, splashing on her nose, eyes and cheek. The second shot painted the side of her face and hit her ear and hair. Amber moved her mouth back over the head of Paul's cock and took the third, fourth and fifth shot in her mouth.

As Amber took Paul's cum in her mouth, Diana worked her fingers on Amber's clit, stimulating her to another orgasm. 

Meanwhile, Amber continued swallowing Paul's cum. Diana watched electrified, her face an inch away from Amber's, as Amber's throat worked, swallowing Paul's load. Amber continued stroking Paul's softening cock, trying to squeeze out every last drop.

Amber sighed happily, running her fingers on her face to scoop up the globs of Paul's cum which were running in streaks down her cheek, chin, and down her neck. She scooped up what she could and stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking off the cum. Then she realized Diana was watching her intently, and offered her fingers for Diana to lick. Diana took Amber's fingers in her mouth and sucked gently, removing the last of Paul's cum from Amber's fingers.

Amber closed her lips over Diana's as she removed her fingers from her mouth, and the two young women kissed passionately, their tongues' tangling, Paul's cum shared between them. They Diana broke off the kiss, and stood, pulling Amber to her feet.

"I'd better get my shower pretty quick or we're definitely going to be late for class," Diana declared.

After her friends had left for class, Amber cleaned the kitchen and started doing laundry. Early in the afternoon she checked the mail.

There was a letter from Sunshine Communication. Why? She felt a chill run down her back. She threw the envelope, unopened, in the recycling bucket with the junk mail. What did it mean? Why should they be sending her a letter? She fished the letter out of the trash can and opened it with trembling fingers.

Pulling the folded paper out of the envelope, she scanned over it quickly, nearly dropping it in shock. Then she read it again more carefully. They expected her to star in more porno films! The letter referenced the settlement she had signed which they described as a "contract" and an "obligation". 

Amber's world started spinning--it couldn't be true! This whole episode of her life was over--it was behind her! She couldn't believe it and tore the letter to shreds, throwing it in the trash.



Amber Butterfly Ch. 11



Chapter 11 - Snared in the Net

Amber watched intently as Diana slowly lowered her pussy on Paul's cock. She moved closer, watching the head of his cock penetrate the folds of her pussy, and slide in to Diana's pussy. Amber moved her face down until she could lick Diana's pussy and Paul's cock, but it was hard to do, especially as Diana started moving her hips up and down and back and forth on Paul's stiff erection.

Diana moaned and grasped her breasts as she ground her hard clit against Paul's rock-hard prick. Amber caressed Diana's smooth undulating back and ass as she rode Paul's cock. Amber moved her fingers down where she could feel Diana's stretched pussy lips and Paul's cock sliding between them. She stroked Paul's cock and Diana's labia for a bit, making both of them moan with pleasure.

Amber was ready to receive her own pleasure, so she moved around and straddled Paul's face, and lowered her crotch until Paul could start licking her pussy. She was facing Diana and the two women kissed as they rode Paul's cock and face.

After a few minutes, the two women traded places. Amber started bouncing up and down on Paul's cock, her tits bouncing up and down as she rode him enthusiastically. Diana, sitting on Paul's face, leaned forward and sucked one of Amber's nipples into her mouth. She sucked gently on Amber's hardening nipples, swirling her tongue on one and then the other, and sucking them between her lips again. Then she raised her head and to kiss Amber on the lips, the two women locked lips, kissing and nibbling each other's lips. As they kissed, they grasped each other's tits, mauling them in their passion as Paul's pole slid in and out of Amber's cunt, and his tongue lashed Diana's cunt. Both women whimpered into each other's mouth's as their tongue's danced.

Diana came first. She ground her cunt hard back and forth on Paul's mouth, crying out as she held onto Amber. Diana's excitement transferred to Amber, and she started crying out and panting harder as an orgasm consumed her as well.

Amber ground her hips up and down on Paul's cock until he grabbed her ass and started cumming. She moved off and Diana leaned forward and pulled Paul's cock in her mouth, and took the rest of his jism down her throat. Then she crawled forward between Amber's outstretched legs and licked up the jism that Paul had pumped into her.

The three had fallen into a pattern. Every night the three made love together. Amber no longer slept in her own room. She feared though, that she would come between them. She had money now. Maybe she should move out? But she loved them both. Paul and Diana were the only friends she had left. 

The next day, she wondered again about her future. Less than a year ago, she had thought her future was with Johnson. She would finish her degree in teaching, they would get married, and she would be a teacher somewhere. Now she didn't know what the future held for her. Her fate was up in the air. She understood she could have no future as a teacher. She was notorious. No school district would hire her, and if they were unaware of her past, it would be all too easy for a student or a rival to make the school board aware of her past.

She had money in the bank now--but it would not last forever. Maybe a couple of years--perhaps three if she was careful. Maybe she could change her name and appearance, and use the money to start over again somewhere.

She took the trash out and then picked up her cell phone as she heard it beep, indicating a text message came through.

"Where R U?"

It was Johnson.

He had been trying to call her for days. She saw who the caller was thanks to caller ID, and when she deleted the voicemail messages he left without listening to them. So she ignored the text message and set the trash can down, set down on the sofa and turned the TV on.

A few minutes later, it beeped again.

"UR late! U have legal obligations!"

She shut her cell phone angrily and powered it down.

The days passed. Amber grew increasingly bored and restless. Paul and Diana were making plans for her to go to graduation school, and some heated exchanges ensued, but Amber paid no attention. She was living in a state of uneasiness. Johnson's threatening text messages and voice mails made her nervous. She considered contacting her lawyer, but she had a cold knot in her stomach when she thought about it.

The weather was warming a bit, she took to taking long walks in the afternoon. She found it helped her to think. What was in her future? She knew God had a purpose for her--what was she really good at?

One day Amber was in her bedroom browsing the Internet, she clicked again to search for the latest clips for more videos of herself. She wasn't surprised to see video clips of her and Johnson from last Christmas when he had tricked her again and fucked her on Paul and Diana's bed.

She saw a thumbnail below that looked like a clip with her, and she clicked on it.

Amber gasped. The clip showed her with her head between Diana's thighs, mouth up against her pussy. Diana was moaning and writhing. Amber started hyperventilating. How did Johnson do this? She clicked on another thumbnail. It was a clip of her with Diana and Paul. Their faces were clearly shown, that is, when she wasn't straddling Paul or Diana's face. Amber watched with a combination of intense arousal and horror as the screen filled with Paul fucking her from behind while her head was buried between Diana's legs. 

Amber couldn't help herself. She spread her legs wide and started rubbing her clit as she watched. She remembered this--it was just a few days after Diana had come back from her Christmas vacation trip.

After a few minutes of fucking her doggy-style, Paul rolled her over as Diana moved off, and holding her legs apart, started fucking her on top. Diana straddled her head again and lowered her pussy on Amber's mouth. A few minutes later, they were taking turns sucking Paul's cock until he erupted. Diana took his cum in her mouth and then kissed Amber on the lips, transferring his jism.

Amber moaned and came hard as the clip ended. She clicked her browser closed and stood up, pacing urgently back and forth in her tiny room.

Holy shit! Amber was in a panic. How how how HOW--did he do this??? 

She had to take a look in Paul and Diana's room--but they were home in the apartment. She went out to the kitchen, and could sense some tension. Paul and Diana had been fighting lately, yelling at each other in a way that was not usual for them, and Amber feared her presence had something to do with it. She could only hope that they had not seen the clips of themselves. She had to go for a walk and think. She pulled on her hoodie and walked out the door.

As she walked through the neighborhood, she tried to think of what to do. Clearly, she had to leave her friends. She was starting to believe that her presence was ruining Paul and Diana's relationship, and clearly, her presence was dangerous to their privacy. She seemed to be a magnet for the camera when she was having sex, and it seemed to be pulling in the people she cared about the most--without their consent. She was a marked woman, she realized as she was walking back up to the apartment. As she climbed the stairs outside, she heard yelling and screaming from inside the apartment. Paul and Diana were fighting--big time. She paused, trying to hear what they were saying.

Amber couldn't make out all the words, but she heard her name and it became all too clear. She had come between them. Their relationship was endangered because of her. Her worst fear was coming true. She crept back down the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks.

As she did so, she suddenly noticed a man walking up to her. 

"Amber Wood?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, looking at him curiously. What did this stranger want with her?

He handed her an envelope. She took it.

"You've been served," he said, and turned and walked back to his car.

She tore the envelope opened and scanned the contents. She was being sued for breach of contract. She felt her world spinning, and clutched the stair rail, fighting not to heave.

After a few minutes she recovered enough where she was able to stand without holding on to something, and walked around in a daze for about an hour, returning to the apartment only when it started getting dark.

Paul and Diana were quiet and sullen. Amber went to her bedroom without a word, and spent the rest of the evening there.

As Paul and Diana went to bed that night, Diana knocked on her door.

"Amber? We're going to bed now. Don't you want to come and join us?"

"No, not tonight. Just leave me alone please--I have some issues to deal with," she answered Diana rather sharply.

Diana left silently and went to bed. Amber was up for hours, taking stock of the situation. Clearly she had to leave her friends. She had some money now--she could get her own place. She packed her things. She considered throwing out the Amber Butterfly DVDs, but couldn't quite bring herself to do so, and threw them in her suitcase instead. 

The next morning, after her friends had left for class, Amber went into their room and looked around. She looked all over the room, examining every object carefully for signs of a hidden camera. She went back into her tiny bedroom, where her laptop was open on Diana's vanity, and looked at the clips of her and her friends again, then rushed back into the master bedroom. There it was--so obvious. A memory flooded back into Amber's mind.

She remembered back when she had first moved in with Johnson--Diana asking her if Johnson would take a look at her computer, and how she told Amber how Johnson had given her a new webcam. There it was, on the desk next to Paul and Diana's king-size bed, peering at her malevolently--Johnson's webcam still plugged into Diana's desktop computer. She screamed and yanked it out, and hurled it on the floor, then picked it up and threw it down again as hard as she could on the cheap carpeted floor, then she stomped on it as hard as she could, finally hurling it in the garbage.

She left, leaving a note on the table explaining that it was time for her to be on her own now that she had some money, and she apologized for coming between them. She also decided to tell them the truth about the spy cam and how they had been filmed. Afterwards Amber called a cab. 

Since she didn't have any furniture or a car, Amber chose a moderately priced hotel downtown to stay in. It was in walking distance to her lawyer, and other places, and lots of busses ran through downtown. She would probably need to buy a car of some sort. She wanted to be cautious though--she didn't know how long she would need to live off the settlement money. 

After she unpacked her suitcase and settled in her room, she studied the papers she had been served with. This was the next crisis she had to face. She had two weeks before the court date. The next day she would call her lawyer and make an appointment. 

The day after she left her friends they tried to call her, but she didn't feel like talking to them. She knew they would try to talk her into moving back--that is if they didn't hate her and blame her for Johnson's slimy spying, and if they did, how could she blame them? If it weren't for her, none of it would have happened. If they did try to get her to return, they would be doing so just out of kindness, and she vowed she would not come between them again, nor be the cause of any violation they suffered. Maybe if she was decisively out of the picture, their relationship would heal. 

"Ma'am, you've been under a grave misapprehension. The settlement clearly stated that you agreed to perform in six adult features per year for the next three years, for a total of 18 feature films. You initialed right here in the clause, see?"

"I, I guess I didn't really read it," Amber stammered.

"Also, my assistant, Stephanie read the entire contract to you as well. Isn't that right?"

Amber stammered more. 

"I don't understand! Why did you do this? You told me you could get me some money!" she whined.

"Look--I negotiated a business deal. In order to get something from them, they wanted something in return. Otherwise, you had nothing to bargain with. How else did you expect to get any money from them?"

"I, I don't know. I guess I didn't think about it."

"Well, we were notified that you have failed to fulfill your contract. I checked to see if we could tear up the contract if you returned the money. But they intend to make you stick to the contract. In this sort of thing, money exchanges hands, deals are made, contracts signed. Apparently multi-million dollar deals have been made with distributors, wholesalers, advance sales have been made. If you were to reneg, a lot of people would lose a big pile of money." 

"What happens if I refuse?"

Grogan pulled his glasses back, sat back in his chair and wiped them off.

"They can take enforcement action. They can sue you, not just for the $150,000, but for millions in damages. When Kim Basinger backed out of the film "Boxing Helena", the studio sued her for breach of contract, and won $8 million dollar judgment against her. Fortunately for her, she had money, but it still forced her into bankruptcy. In this state, if you lose against a suit, your wages can be garnished, your driver's license revoked, any retirement you ever earned, any assets, any property, all of it can be seized."

Amber paled. She could be impoverished for the rest of her life! Amber remembered being poor. She had been raised by a single mother until she was about six. Her memories of that were obscure, but she remembered being hungry, and sleeping on the floor. When she was six she had been fostered to a conservative Christian family, and she couldn't remember what happened to her mother or why that had happened.

"I have to do this, Amber said slowly. "I have no choice."

Grogan shrugged.

"Look--you need to be realistic about this. This is not a bad deal at all, porn stars usually work for a lot less for the same amount of work. This number of movies is not that much for three years. You're already an established porn star from what you've already done, so your life as you had planned it was already changed, so you need to revise your plans."

He sat back and looked on as Amber digested what he said.

"What do I need to do?" she asked.

"I told them I thought you would be reasonable. Here's what you need to do to make this suit go away."

He handed her a memo.

"Go to this address at this time, and do what they tell you to do. In the future, they'll call you and tell you when and where to appear. After you've fulfilled your contract, it will be all be over and you can do what you want. Three years will fly by. You're young, and you'll still have your whole life ahead of you. You'll see."

That afternoon--Johnson sent her another text message with a date and time and address--it was the same address Grogan had given her. She would start work the next day.

Amber showed up 15 minutes early. It looked like a warehouse. There were studio lights and cameras erected around something that looked like a booth. Johnson greeted her with a grin, and let her know what he wanted her to do. When she heard, Amber was flabbergasted, yet excited. She didn't like being coerced into this, but on the other hand what she was about to do excited her so much she was shaking with anticipation. She got undressed and Johnson walked her up to a glass door. Inside it looked like a small closet, with mirrors on each side. He opened it and let her in, then closed it behind her, and then moved a camera in place.

Inside, Amber looked around. She was in a tiny room, smaller than a closet. There were bright lights directly overhead, and on every side, was a mirrored wall. She was completely enclosed by mirrors, including the door behind her. She knelt on the floor as Johnson had told her to. The room was tiny, and she barely had room to kneel. The floor had a cushion to help her knees. 

Then she noticed that at the level of her head there was a hole in the mirrored wall in front of her, about the size of a grapefruit. She realized there were two similar holes in the walls on each side. "Glory holes" Johnson had called them. She heard some talking and chuckles and in each hole a cock appeared.

The dick in front of her was already stiff, the two to each side nearly so. The holes in the wall were big enough to allow the cock and balls of each man to fit through the wall easily. 

She realized that the mirrors had to be one way, the men and the cameras would be able to see through the mirror on THEIR side, into the room where they would see Amber sucking their cocks, and the reflections on the mirrors from the inside.

Inside the room Amber gasped with lust. For the first time she was confronted with three cocks to blow. She reveled in the challenge, and her cunt juiced up as she grasped two of them with her hands, stroking them. With mirrors to each side, bouncing reflections back and forth, it appears as if there were hundreds of stiff cocks surrounding her. She leaned forward and took the one in front of her in her mouth and started bobbing her head back and forth, her mouth juicing up and she felt the stiffening cock run along her tongue. While she did this she stroked the other two cocks on the side. 

After a few minutes, she alternated, moving from one cock to another. It took a lot of concentration and coordination moving from cock to cock, replacing her mouth with one of her hands when necessary. In her peripheral vision, she saw herself sucking cock in the mirror--in fact all around her she was surrounded by reflections of stiff penises and her head bobbing up and down on one, then another.

The sounds of her cock-sucking were also being captured by a hidden mic and amplified. It sounded as if there were several blowjobs going on simultaneously, not just a single mouth moving from dick-to-dick. Amber loved it! She ran her lips up and down the cock to her left furiously, sucking hard. Then moved her head to the other side. It was tricky, but she was enjoying herself.

Around her she could see reflections, multiple images reflected back and forth of her beautiful face moving back and forth, a cock running in and out between her lips. The multiple reflections in the mirrors all around made it look as if she was surrounded by a thousand cocks, even though she knew there were just three. Back and forth she moved her head, on one prick after another, using her hands on any cock her mouth wasn't taking care of.

Outside the room, behind each wall, each of the "actors" watched through the one-way mirror as she sucked their cocks. They had to be careful not to move around too much. Each of them had at least two cameras close by--one over their shoulder looking down, another was mounted on a tripod next to their waist. There were other cameras at other angles, including a few small ones hidden inside the room, looking down and up at the action.

Amber recognized one of the cocks. She was intimately familiar with Johnson's prick, but she had expected it and had figured on it anyway. If Amber had known who was behind one of the walls she would not be greedily sucking his cock--it was Robert Grogan, her attorney, who was really Johnson's uncle. Behind the other wall was Johnson's buddy Kyle.

Grogan sighed as Amber sucked his cock. He was glad he had been able to show her reason. Johnson was right--she really was a world class cocksucker, and would make a first rate porn star.

Johnson had learned to control his orgasm and hold off. He wanted, as much as possible, for all three of them to cum as close to the same time as possible, and he had instructed Amber to try to make it happen that way.




Amber Butterfly Ch. 11



Inside the tiny closet-size, mirrored room, Amber could tell Kyle's cock was ready to pop at any minute (except that she didn't know it was Kyle), so she gave it less attention, and eased her stroking a bit. She knew Johnson could cum just about when he wanted to, and she could tell he wasn't too close yet.

The cock in front of her (Grogan's--unbeknownst to her), seemed to be an older man, and he needed more work. She sucked hard, moving her head back and forth rapidly, then moved over and gave Johnson a few sucks, stroking Grogan's cock some. She paused in her sucking to take stock and see how close they all were. The cock on her right (Kyle), looked like it was going to pop. He just needed one or two more strokes, and he would blow. She figured she could get Johnson to cum without much more effort. The cock in the middle, Grogan's was closer, but needed more work.

She continued gently stroking the other two cocks on the sides, but put most of her attention to the cock in front. She sucked it furiously. She was gratified to hear the man on the other side moan and start thrusting his cock harder through the hole. She felt his balls swing and smacking up against her chin as she took him in deep, and could feel his cum racing up the stalk of his prick. As soon as it entered her mouth, she pulled back, and turned to finish off Johnson in an effort to try to get them all to cum as much at the same time as possible.. 

Grogan's cum splattered on the side of her head as she bobbed her head on Johnson's cock. Within two strokes, Johnson let loose and cum started flying in her face from Johnson's cock. She stroked Kyle's cock to her right harder and shortly she had cum flying at her from three different directions. The white ropes of jism splattered on her ears, in her hair, and covered her cheeks.

Amber laughed with delight as all three cocks hosed her down with sperm. It was running down her neck and chest, and dripped from her chin. She continued stroking the cocks, running her mouth up and down each one, milking every last drop of cum out of them, and stroking with her hands until she was sure she had it all. Long gooey strings of cum dangled from her chin as her head moved back and forth from one cock to another. A drop of cum dangled from her erect nipple.

Johnson waited for a few minutes, as Amber scooped the white globs of cum off her face and tits and into her mouth. He loved how the bitch loved to eat cum. She was a true cumslut. After she licked his cock dry, he pulled out and yelled "cut". The other cocks pulled out of their respective glory holes. Amber felt a small crush of disappointment, but they were all expended anyway. Judging from the size of those loads she had taken, there would be no more cum from any of those cocks for a few hours at least. She stood up and turned around. The door didn't have a knob on the inside--in fact, except for the glory holes, there would have been no way to tell one wall from the other. She would have to wait for someone to let her out.

Outside the room, Johnson made sure his buddy and uncle had left before he let Amber out.

"I'll call you when we are ready to do another scene. Are you still staying with Diana and her boyfriend?" he asked as he handed her a towel.

"No, I'm staying at the Olympic downtown," she admitted as she wiped the cum off of her face, hair and chest. She would have to take a shower when she got home.

"Okay, we're going to do most of the shooting in California. Not much keeping you here is there?"

"No, I guess not," she admitted as she quickly got dressed.

"I'll give you a call then," he said as he led her outside the building.

After Amber left, Johnson talked with Mike on his cell phone.

"Johnson--that's great news. Send me the digital file of that scene you shot--we're eager to take a look at it."

"Sure thing," Johnson agreed.

"And when are you going to bring her down here? We've got a new script, and a lot of plans for this franchise."

"Give me a few weeks to wrap up some things around here."

"Three weeks max--we're running out of time to shoot again."

Nearly two weeks passed before Amber heard from Johnson again. He called her and came over. In spite of his treachery, Amber was glad to see him. She had grown intensely bored. She was restless and horny beyond belief, but still felt shy about going out to a bar due to her notoriety. She hated Johnson, and no longer felt any love in her heart, but her pussy still loved his cock. She wanted desperately to fuck, and her toy was just not as good as the real thing. She craved a real cock. At one point, she had dressed to go out. She paced back and forth for an hour, but the memories of getting in trouble with the police the last time this happened haunted her, and she wound up staying in her hotel room, masturbating furiously with the inadequate dildo. 

Johnson firmly led her out of her room to dinner in the restaurant on the ground level. He went through her clothes and picked out a cocktail dress that was barely acceptable for a restaurant--and one that showed most of her tattoo, and lots of leg. He also had her wear her amber pendant. At the restaurant, she received a lot of stares, but found that titillating. She had been afraid of this, but now she enjoyed it.

While they were waiting for their dinner, she went to the women's restroom and into a stall. She pulled off her panties and stuffed them into her purse and returned to her table. Johnson looked at her and grinned--guessing what she had done.

As she sat down at their table, she looked around. She slid on the chair, pushing her dress up her thighs.

"Over there," Johnson whispered nodding his head to the right. 

Amber glanced over casually, as if she were looking over her head for the waiter. It was an older man--possibly 50. He had a dark Italian look to him, although his hair was thinning, and he was pretty big. He was looking right at her, a look of recognition framed by a pair of glasses.

The skirt of Amber's dress was pushed up her thighs. Casually she moved one leg over and off the chair as she continued talking with Johnson. She talked about the restaurant and the menu, and how she need to return to the women's room, the whole time spread her leg wide as if she was about to get out of her chair and stand up.

She heard a gasp from the other table, and stopped talking with Johnson and stood up just in time to see the man's astonished expression. She walked right past him, nearly rubbing up against him as her skirt lightly brushed the side of his head. Amber ignored the malevolent looks his wife cast her way. Amber bent over the couple's table, her large breasts hanging in front of their faces. 

"Pardon me--do you know where the bathroom is?" she asked innocently.

Afterwards when she returned to their table the waiter had returned with their dinner. As they ate, Johnson told her of his plans. Once she heard they would be moving down to California she lost interest in the details and her attention drifted. There was no love between them, but they both knew Johnson had control of her--at least in the near term, so Amber meekly did what he wanted--for now. After dinner, she asked him to come back up to the room with her and she was relieved when he fucked her brains out.

In the two weeks she had been in the hotel room, Amber had plenty of time to think. She realized that the she would have to forget about her plans to be a teacher, and she had cried at first, but then realized that she probably would not have been happy anyway. She had too strong a sex drive, and she also had accepted the fact that she was an exhibitionist.

Amber sighed happily as Johnson pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as she orgasmed. But he wasn't done with her. He rolled her over and she got on her hands and knees and spread her legs a bit, tilting her pussy up in anticipation.

No matter how many times she got fucked this way she always loved it. She knew it should be degrading, but it always turned her on, and she yelled at him to pound her hard. Her ass slapped hard against his groin, and his balls swung against her swollen clit. She came again hard, nearly swooning as she did so. She collapsed forward, her hard nipples mashing into the bed sheets as she nearly passed out. 

It had been over two weeks since she last had sex with Paul and Diana. Too long. She gasped, catching her breath, then realized that Johnson's cock was next to her face. She had cum before him. She took him into her mouth and he laid back as she finished him off with her mouth. She blew him eagerly, and as he came she swallowed his cum eagerly after rolling it in her mouth to taste it.

Afterwards he laid back, relaxed after blowing his load, and talked about Amber's future.

"I'm glad you came to your senses babe. I think you're going to enjoy doing porn. You'll get all the cock you want. You would have gone nuts being a teacher. Your made for this stuff babe," he said as he turned on his side. 

Amber was laying prostate beside him, absolutely relaxed. He ran his fingers up and down her tattooed back and ass.

"You've got a body made for fucking," he continued.

Amber turned to face him. She hated him, but she realized he was right. She was meant to fuck. She needed lots of it. How often did people find a career doing something they loved so much? Johnson ran his fingers along Amber's plush lips.

"You're a gifted cocksucker too," Johnson added. "In this line of work, I've had the opportunity to be blown by a lot of babes, but so far none have topped your blowjob."

His words inspired her. Amber reached down and stroked his cock. He was still partially hard. She moved down and took his cock in her mouth. She wanted to remind him once more of her blowjob skills. 

She took her time. There was no rush. She licked and worked him slowly, building him up gradually. She felt the spongy head push her cheek out each time she bobbed her head up and down. She stroked him with her hand around the base, confidently, knowing exactly how much it would take to make him cum. She knew he had a lot of control and could usually hold off as much as he needed to, but she was determined that this time she was in control.

She bobbed her head up and down slowly, gradually increasing her speed, sucking a little harder. She had her hand tight around his cock to keep him from coming too soon. Up and down she went. Slurping sounds filled the room.

In spite of the fact that he had already recently ejaculated, he was already hard a s a rock and soon he was moaning, and thrusting his hips up. His shaft sawed in and out of her mouth, and she took him in all the way without a problem, but kept one hand clamped down around the base of his cock like a cock-ring.

She paused to catch her breath and lick the shaft and mushroom-shaped head, but she didn't ease up. She bobbed her head up and down, doing her best to drive him crazy. She kept this up, minute after minute. Johnson's cock was angry and swollen. It looked purple in the dim light.

She looked up at him, his cock buried in her cheek. He was panting hard, face red.

"Okay babe--let go--let me cum," he panted.

She smiled and held firm, moving her lips slowly up and down, swirling her tongue. She paused and slapped his cock against her face and paused to kiss it and lick her tongue around the head again, and then took it all the way in, down to where her hand remained tight around the base.

Johnson's face looked desperate.

"Please babe--no more games--just let me cum," he pleaded.

Amber continued to tease him. His balls were swollen and aching. She continued her hard grasp around his cock and took each of his aching balls into her mouth, and sucked on them.

"Oh ah--careful with those," Johnson complained thrashing around.

Amber spit out one of them and grasped them in her hand as her mouth went back over the helmet of his cock. She tugged and gripped his swollen, cum-laden balls as his cock glided back and forth along her lips. It was SO tempting. One hard squeeze...

"Ah ah ah--careful baby--careful," Johnson shouted.

No, not like this. She eased off--she just didn't have the sadism in her, she preferred giving pleasure, even to those who didn't deserve it. She focused on her own pleasure, and forgot about who the dick in front of her belonged to. She loved giving head and loved it when a hard dick erupted and spurted in her mouth.

So she relented, easing the grip of her hand a bit, and stroked him hard, three times.

Johnson gasped and came hard, firing his cum into her mouth.

She smiled as his jism filled her mouth. He watched amazed as she took it all and swallowed it. 

A week later, Johnson's Escalade was pulled up in front of the Olympic. He had the back up and was loading Amber's suitcases.

Amber was just about to get in the passenger side when she heard a shout.

It was Diana, running up the sidewalk.

"Wait Amber! Don't go!" she shouted. 

Amber paused, one foot in Johnson's Escalade.

Diana came up panting.

"Thank God I found you--I've been looking for you," she panted, out of breath.

"Oh Diana--I'm so sorry for what I did to you and Paul. I never wanted to come between you."

"Amber, you never did!"

Amber looked over at Johnson, who had closed the back and was looking at them behind his shades.

"Give me a minute," she said to him, and then walked a few feet away with Diana until they were out of earshot.

"But I heard you fighting--I heard my name," Amber replied, confused.

"That day you heard us fighting, it wasn't about you. We're breaking up, but it's because we're going to different grad schools. I'm going to USC in California, and he's finishing up law school here in town. We've been arguing about it for months--it's the just the way it is, we have our lives and our ambitions. Your name just happened to come up by accident."

Amber paused. Did it really matter? She had a contract to fulfill. It looked like they were fated to go separate ways.

"Sweetie, I've got to get away from you--did you see the note I left? That slime filmed us. I've caused you enough trouble. If you stay around me, this sort of thing is going to wind up happening..."

"I know--we saw the clips--we're going to sue him and Sunshine Communications, Diana replied, "you can too!"

"No--I signed a contract. It's different with me."

Diana started to reply, but her response was jumbled. She was at a loss for words. The two young women looked at each other.

"Diana--how can you even forgive me for what happened?" Amber asked finally.

"It's not your fault--you didn't know--Johnson did this."

"Well, none of this matters now. I signed a contract and I have to fulfill it."

"No you don't. We'll take them to court. We'll fight it!" Diana declared.

"And then what? At the very least I'll have to give the money back--what I have left of it. And most likely they'll sue me and force me to do it anyway. And besides, what else am I supposed to do for a living? Johnson got me fired once, he could do it again."

Amber placed her hands on Diana's shoulders.

"Diana, look at me. I'm a slut. It's just how I was made," Amber said.

Diana shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Please don't cry sweetie. I've always known God had a purpose for me. It just wasn't a teacher. I'm a porn star already. Maybe this is God's plan for me. How else do you explain it all? Everything that's happened to me. My body, my looks, my sex skills--these are my assets, and they are really good. I LOVE sex, and I love it when I know people are watching me. I have a gift in this area, and it's the only thing I'm any good at. This is where my talent is. You know it and I know it," Amber shook Diana slightly as she said these words emphatically.

Diana just kept shaking her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she was speechless. She didn't know what to say.

"This is my future--at least for the next few years. I may as well make the best of it. And another thing--I've been a moron up until now, but trust me--I no longer have any illusions about Johnson. I know he's a slime. You were right about him all along, and I should have listened, but it's too late. But right now, he's a free ride to California, where I need to go to fulfill my contract, and he's a good fuck along the way. But I promise you--I'll never trust another word that comes out of his mouth," Amber emphasized.

Diana nodded, and smiled as she suppressed a sob.

"Right now, Amber continued, "I'm using him almost as much as he's using me. Once I'm down there, I'll figure things out. One way or another, these fuckers are going to get what's coming to them. My own stupidity has gotten me in this deep. It's too late for me-- I'm a porn star now. I've accepted that. At least I'm an exhibitionist, so I kind of like it. I'll never forgive Johnson and his slimy porn company for what they did to you and Paul."

"Amber--Paul knows a lawyer down there--a friend of a relative or something--I'll get his number for you," Diana suggested.

"That can't hurt. I'll have him take a look at my contract--maybe there's some loopholes I can use to get more money or something."

Amber swept Diana into her arms and hugged her. 

"Look, you'll always be my friend. I promise. I'll email you later from California. If you're going to USC, maybe we can get together sometime," Amber finished.

Diana nodded, unable to say anything. The two friends kissed, both in tears, and hugged again. 

Johnson interrupted by honking the Escalade's horn impatiently. Amber looked over her shoulder angrily at Johnson, then turned back to Diana.

"This is not over," Amber said as she looked Diana in the eyes one more time.

Then Amber broke apart and climbed into the Escalade and shut the door. The last sight Diana saw was Amber looking back at her on the sidewalk as Johnson turned the corner to head for the highway.

"This is not over," Diana whispered to herself.

Johnson maneuvered the Cadillac around the block, up a hill on onto a southbound Interstate ramp. He accelerated and merged into the traffic, and soon the Escalade was accelerating down Interstate 5, bound for Los Angeles, California.