Becoming Amber Blank

"So when I was finished and, I mean, I covered his girlfriend in cum, I felt bad. So when she was cleaning up I told Malik I hoped things were still cool between us. And when he asked me what I meant I said maybe I shouldn't have been so...good.

"And he laughed. You know what he said to me?"

"What?"

"He said, 'You did a real nice job, fucking her with that big white cock, but you know who she's going home with? She's going home with me.'

"And she did. She went home with Malik and, even though we got together lots of times after that, nothing ever happened again. It was like we'd never even fucked. I mean, it was always there between us, she'd give me a look and I knew she was thinking about that night, but I realized she hadn't done it for me or her, she'd done it for Malik.

"And I thought...that's what I want. I want to be the guy that goes home with the girl. Knowing that no matter what happens, no matter what we do, she always wants to be with me. And here you are."

Amber reached over and squeezed his hand. "You know I always want to be with you, hon."

"I know, I don't think I'd have had the guts to even suggest it if I wasn't one hundred percent sure of that. I love you."

"I love you too, hon," she said, and leaned across to kiss him on the cheek.

As she fell back into her seat, he pulled a form from his coat pocket. "Can you take a look at this?"

"I told you I don't want to fill out that cosmetology thing. I could barely concentrate before and now, after having you and Taye taking turns on me, I can barely remember my fucking name."

"It's Amber," he said with a smile, "and that isn't the cosmetology form."

She opened it and squinted as she tried to read the small print underneath the passing streetlights. "What is it?"

"It's a consent form," he said, as he reached up and clicked on the overhead light.

"A consent form...for what?"

"When I was in LA at the con, I was talking to some guys who run this amateur porn site and they were telling me how much money you can make. And I know you've been feeling bad about not being able to find a job..."

She looked at him in disbelief. "You want me to start doing porn?!"

"No, that's the thing. I didn't tell them about you, but I was telling them about the movies I had. And they were saying I could just use those, as long as I got consent forms signed from everyone who was in them. Babe, with the number of movies we've made, we're already talking about a lot of money."

She looked down at the form, unsure. "And you'd be okay with it? Knowing that there were guys across the country jerking off while they watched me?"

"Like I said, as long as you're going home with me..."

She hesitated, still staring at the form. "Would I get to choose which movies you gave them?"

"Of course, this isn't for me, it's for you. I want you to have all of the money. I figured you could use it to get in a better school than the ones you've been applying to. All we have to do is set you up a bank account."

Amber smiled at him. "You're my husband; everything I have is half yours."

"I know, but it just feels weird...you know...making money off you. I mean, I want the world to see these videos, to see how beautiful and amazing you are. But just knowing that people are watching movies I made and enjoying them, that's reward enough for me. You can keep the rest."

"But what about our friends? What about my family?"

"Most of my friends already know what I'm into, and unless your family likes to watch a ton of amateur porn, I don't see how they'd ever even find the videos."

"What if they google my name and one of the movies pops up?"

"That's why you use a fake name. It's got a place for that on the form."

She reached into her purse, pulling out a pen as she studied the paper.

Her husband glanced over at her. "So you want to do it?"

She nodded, flashing him a quick smile. She was starting to feel a sense of excitement, and not just about the money. She liked being watched, especially by her husband. And now, knowing that thousands of other guys would be watching her getting fucked...

"You just need to let me know which movies you want to release and I'll try to get the consent forms signed by the guys in them," he said. "But if I can't find them, we might have to hire some pros."

"Pros?"

"Yeah, porn pros. Get some guys who are a little more experienced, if you know what I mean."

Her eyes went wide and her pussy tingled with excitement as she imagined being fucked by some big-dicked black porn star. And she started filling in the blanks.

"Category," she said. "What category are our movies?"

"I don't know, amateur?"

"Okay," she said, and filled that in. "And what about genre?"

"Genre? What do you mean, like, interracial?"

"I think we'd better be a little more specific," she said, and wrote big black cocks across the line.

Her husband looked over at what she'd written and smiled. But he noticed she hadn't filled out the line for stage name yet. All she'd filled in was the first name and she'd used her real one, Amber.

"What are you going to put for your last name?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said, "I might just leave it like that."

Her husband blinked in surprise. "You're just going to leave it blank?"

"Sure," she said, as she tucked the form into the glove box beside the one for cosmetology and turned off the overhead light. "You know how I hate filling these things out.

"That should be enough for them...amateur porn...big black cock. And me? I'm Amber Blank."

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Though inspired by the real Amber Blank, this story is a complete work of fiction as are all of the details and events depicted therein.

The real Mr. and Mrs. Blank only released a handful of their amateur videos, but Amber's talents are readily apparent on every one.

And finally, if you enjoyed this story, votes and/or comments are always appreciated ~ Seanathon.