Amber

Even within her dorm (on the nights she went home) Heather and her had become quite explorative. Amber had been introduced to a range of sexual activities that she'd never even heard of - scissoring, tribbing, rimming, and her new favorite, FISTING...and on the rare occasion that Heather was out and Amber wasn't, she had been given free access to her dormmate's large collection of toys, clamps and ropes.

It only took her a few minutes to find two suitable men - she didn't know if there'd been a sudden influx of hotties to her campus, or if her increased libido just meant that she was suddenly noticing them, but there was no shortage of guys she was interested in exploring.

Rather than approach them directly, she posed and stretched in front of them. It couldn't have gone better if she'd scripted it - they noticed her almost immediately, and after she'd "innocently" bent over and exposed her lack of panties, they got up and approached her.

"Oh hi!" she'd said with a giggle, and less than five minutes later, both of their cocks were inside of her.

The feeling of fullness, she decided. That was her favorite thing about being used by two men at once. Well, that and the delicious dirtiness of it - more and more, she was finding herself enjoying the feeling of being filthy, a dirty little slut, nothing but a whore designed to take men.

One of the men grunted as he filled her pussy with his seed. I never learned their names... she reflected, before her eyes rolled back and she came. Even as she bucked in orgasm, her mouth never slowed down, and it wasn't long before the other student was cumming as well.

He pulled out his phone as she opened her mouth to show him his own seed, and though she'd just cum, her pussy heated up at the idea of having the pictures distributed around campus.

Everyone would know what a slut I was...

She'd been planning on a quickie, but the thought of all those men distracted her, and it wasn't until her nameless friends were cumming inside her for the third time before she remembered that she had a class to go to.

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October 6th: got my first tattoo 2day! and my second, 3rd and 4th. i may have gone a bit overboard ;)

October 6th: check them out! and next time u see me in real life, if you want a look, all you have to do is ask...

The pussy-mound tattoo was Rob's favorite. For obvious reasons, he didn't actually have any pictures of his sister showing her pussy mound, but he'd put the effort into picking a girl with a similar skin-tone and build as Amber, and was close enough (he hoped) to fool the ever-increasing group of followers that his sister's Twitter feed was amassing.

It was three love hearts of increasing size, but positioned as if they were floating out of his sister's pussy. The accompanying caption was "overflowing with love", which he was starting to consider photoshopping onto the photo itself, as a new tattoo. Perhaps after her next "visit", he pondered.

The rest were good as well, but as he'd had to photoshop them onto an actual picture of his sister, the quality was a tiny bit lower. A busty, topless mermaid on her forearm (who bore quite a strong resemblance to Amber herself), a tongue cheekily poking out of full, ruby-red lips...and the words "bad girl" on a heart, tattooed onto her right boob.

No matter what he did, the (normally quite conservative) members of his hometown lapped it up. He'd thought that he would finally be able to shock them when he'd had Amber's twitter feed announce that she was sucking cock and going to take on two men at once, but instead he'd been sent a huge number of "good luck" tweets, and stories of threesomes, as detailed as 140 characters would allow.

He wasn't even sure that the shot of "her" pussy would be enough to offend anyone - judging by some of the PMs that he was seeing arrive in the inbox, it would possibly even be welcomed with open arms.

Rob made a mental note to sit down and come up with some stuff that was bound to make Amber's army of followers look down on her. With a bit of effort, he was sure he'd be able to find something appropriately distasteful...

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The artist raised one eyebrow when Amber showed him her requests.

"You've never had a tattoo before...and these are what you want to start with?"

"Exactly," Amber beamed, adjusting her top to show as much cleavage as possible. It was a trick she'd learned many years ago, but only in the last few weeks had she discovered that there was no need to be subtle about it.

She'd woken up that morning feeling...wrong. Like something was missing. Strangely uncomfortable in her own skin. She'd been halfway through giving the guy she'd brought home a blow-job when she'd realized exactly what it was - she was missing her tattoos.

The thought hadn't really made sense at first - she'd never had any tattoos to miss - but by the time last night's pick-up had unloaded into her mouth, and was positioning himself to enter her pussy, Amber had decided that she was overthinking it. It didn't matter that she'd never had the tattoos, they were hers, and they were missing, and she was going to remedy that first thing in the morning.

Even if it did mean missing another class.

She'd been so excited that she hadn't wasted time on a shower - the tattoo artist had given her another strange look when he'd gotten to the tattoo she was getting right above her mound - but Amber wasn't bothered. The thrill she was getting from watching the needle permanently etch her skin with designs felt so good, so right that it was hard to care about anything.

Finally the tattoos were done - the artist carefully put protective plastic over them, but Amber knew that the second she got home, she'd rip it off. She wanted...no, she needed to see the designs that were going to be decorating her for the rest of her life. They were simultaneously comforting...and hot.

As she went to pay, a pang of doubt hit Amber for the first time. They weren't cheap - she'd insisted on getting the best artist in town (her body deserved nothing less, she'd told herself) and they were going to eat into a significant chunk of her savings.

Ah well, she thought, forcing the worries out of her mind. I'd happily pay this twice over - if I had to choose, I'd rather have my precious tattoos back than eat!

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of the boxes were checked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was it.

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

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

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

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

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

Almost as much as her college tuition...

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 18th: itll b a reel famil

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

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

###

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

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

Amber loved getting men off.

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

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