An Indecent Awakening (16 page)

Or she thought maybe she would—which was definitely an advance on the way she had been three weeks ago. That day, her boss at the restaurant had told Stacy that she was definitely manager material. How could it be unrelated to Ben’s path of virtue? Knowing that she understood her erotic nature, and that she had ways to satisfy her dark desires seemed to transform the way she looked at everything in her life.

But…
Pretty Pussy Party.
She swallowed hard as she opened her laptop. The assignment was to write a series of little diary entries while she watched. She was allowed to play with herself with her left hand, as long as her right hand kept hold of the pen. She also had to take all her clothes off, which she had already done, trying not to think about the rest of the assignment as she did so. She began writing in the little notebook Ben had given her, with the flowers on the cover and the words ‘My Secrets’ in elegant cursive.

Dear Diary,

Okay, I watched this video a few times, but… I’m not sure I can DO the stuff in it. I mean, Ben didn’t spell it ALL out, but I think I know what the next lesson has to be: Peggy and Julie. Girl on girl.

Even writing ‘girl on girl’ sent a shock of warmth to her pussy. What was it about the most shameful things that always made them the most arousing?
Stacy Miller, so well brought up, had to go to Ben Weathers’ house for some hot girl-on-girl action.

She pushed play.
Pretty Pussy Party
was a professionally made video, so it began with a ridiculous little dramatic setup about three friends staying at a bed-and-breakfast on a stormy night. Each of them separately gets into her lingerie while flashing back to the last time she had sex with her boyfriend. In each of the flashbacks, the girls—blonde, brunette, and redhead—told the guys that they were going to miss them when they went on their special girls’ weekend.

Why do guys love this stuff so much? Maybe *I* really do have some fantasies buried deep inside about other girls, and maybe I think I’d like to kiss Peggy, but why would Derek want to see me kissing Peggy, or Julie? I mean, does it really have anything to do with them at all, when girls do that stuff?

Blonde went to brunette’s room. Brunette’s bed was enormous, of course. Brunette was masturbating, thinking about her boyfriend, so she didn’t hear blonde come in. Blonde watched brunette play with herself for a long while, the camera helpfully showing a close-up of brunette’s hands inside her white mesh panties. Blonde licked her lips, a little nervously, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to watch, but she couldn’t turn away. She lifted the hem of her black nighty, and let her middle finger just rub a bit at her clit.

Blonde said, “Oh!” and brunette’s eyes opened. They went wide, not very convincingly, but then narrowed sexily. Brunette said, “Do you want to come keep me company?”

When they kissed, Stacy started to play with herself, whimpering a little at how incredibly sensitive her own clit felt. She started to breathe harder; she almost dropped the pen.

She paused the video; redhead had just come to seek comfort from the frightening noise of the thunder, wearing a gorgeous green lace teddy. She stood at the foot of the bed, even less noticed than blonde had been. In freeze-frame, her mouth open in a passable expression of shock, redhead watched naughty brunette, who was clearly the bad girl, having started the whole pretty-pussy-party chain reaction, go down on innocent blonde, who clearly had never imagined another girl might bury her face between her legs and taste the pretty pussy she kept waxed for her boyfriend.

Stacy kept firm hold of the pen, determined to think of what to write next, but first she just had to soothe her own pretty pussy, the one Ben had shaved and whose bareness Stacy now maintained in the shower every other day, especially Tuesdays and Saturdays, for lessons. She whimpered as she played with herself, making circles around her clit and alternating those with cupping her whole mons, not neglecting to push her middle finger gently around the anus that belonged to Ben and was now, it seemed, on semi-permanent loan to Derek.

She wasn’t allowed to come, of course, so she had better start writing again.
How would Ben know, though?
Well, he would ask her, and… he would know, and he would whip her.
But you wouldn’t mind that, would you?
No? Yes?

Stacy balled her left hand up into a fist, and wrote with her right.

Maybe it’s because they think we’re kissing each other’s pussies…

A shiver went through Stacy’s whole body; she would have to kiss Peggy not just on the lips, but on her most private parts. Ben would make Stacy bury her face in Peggy’s womanhood, her… cunt. Stacy would have to smell the smell, and taste the taste, of another girl, because Ben said so.

…because they’ve refused to let us have their cocks, or there aren’t enough cocks around.

Stacy’s eyes widened—she had it. Whenever, in a video where two girls were having sex with each other, a guy came in, he instantly called the shots, and the girls competed for his cock.

That’s it, isn’t it? Men really are so deluded that they think the world revolves around their cocks.

But didn’t it? In porn, it certainly did.

And porn was… well, it was so damn
fun
to be porn-girl, these days. Not real, but
fun
.

Peggy and Julie came to Ben’s house at 9:45 a.m.; Derek had been there since 9:30. Ben wanted to have Derek shoot some footage of the first two of Ben’s naughty girls on their own, before Stacy got there at 10. Ben presented them with the lingerie he’d bought the day before: a red merry widow, with stockings but no panties, for Peggy, and a lacy black teddy for Julie. After a great deal of thought, he’d decided that Stacy shouldn’t be allowed any lingerie at all, as the junior girl.

Ben watched Peggy and Julie getting busy on the couch, while Derek filmed. “Keep the lingerie on, girls,” he said, as it looked like Peggy might be getting ready to unsnap the gusset of Julie’s teddy. “I want Stacy to have to please you for a good long time while you’ve still got it on.”

“Yes, sir,” Peggy said, with a guilty look on her face. Julie kissed her, then, though, and they returned to enjoying one another’s company.

Ben went upstairs to wait for Stacy, and the doorbell rang almost immediately.

“Go downstairs,” he said without preamble, “and get undressed. Peggy will tell you what to do, after that.”

Stacy’s eyes went wide, but she said, “Yes, sir,” and obediently went straight to the door to the basement stairs. Ben followed her. He heard her give a little gasp when she had gone halfway down: she had clearly seen what was happening. She paused and looked behind her, up at Ben, her lower lip between her teeth.

“Did you do your homework?” Ben asked.

Stacy nodded.

“So you’re ready to eat some pussy?”

Stacy’s mouth opened. Ben knew her so well now; he could tell just how aroused she was from the pinkness of her cheeks. She closed her mouth, and the adorable crease came into her brow. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and turned around.

Peggy had seen Stacy, now. “Come on down, sweetie,” she said. “Julie and I can’t wait to teach you how to be a good girl for us. We know how good a girl you are for Ben and Derek.”

“We promise we won’t spank you,” Julie called.

“I’m not promising that,” Peggy said with a giggle. “Stacy has to learn to make me come. If I have to spank her to make sure she learns, I will.”

“Oh, God,” Stacy whispered.

“In fact,” Peggy said, “you get your sweet backside down here right away, or I’m going to put you over my lap this minute.”

Stacy descended the rest of the steps. Ben followed her down and onto the carpet.

“Alright,” Derek said. “Come give me a kiss, sweetie. I’ll spank Peggy myself if she won’t let you kiss your boyfriend.”

Ben smiled as he watched Stacy go over to Derek with a spring in her step, and give him a kiss so chaste it seemed to make the rest of the tawdry scene seem excessive. Ben couldn’t help feeling a little pang of envy; Derek’s way with Stacy clearly had something she needed that Ben wouldn’t have been able to give her.

Derek turned Stacy around, then, and gave her a sharp spank on the seat of her polka-dot sundress. She yelped happily. “Now go get naked, girl,” he said. “I can’t wait to see just how dirty you can be for me, spanking or not.”

Ben had meant to watch Stacy undress, but the scene on the couch took his attention away from that pretty sight to an even prettier one: apparently frustrated that she wouldn’t get to spank Stacy for her slowness to undress, Peggy had put Julie on her knees, facing the back of the couch, while she stood and spanked Julie’s little bottom red.

“Ow!” Julie said. “Not so hard! You promised!”

“That’s not hard, sweetie,” Peggy said. “You should feel what Pete gives me, if I spend too much on shoes!”

“Ben,” Derek said, “can you get some of this on the handheld? I want Stacy’s reactions too.”

Ben glanced over at where Stacy was slowly unbuttoning her sundress, with a look of fascinated alarm on her face as she watched Peggy spanking Julie. He took the handheld from Derek, and started to shoot video first of Stacy, chewing on her lip as she watched the spanking, and then of Peggy’s hand rising and falling on Julie’s backside, still sweetly covered by the black teddy.
Of all the different kinds of sexy lingerie,
Ben thought to himself,
the teddy has to be the one that seems most like gift wrap
.

He swung the camera back to Stacy, who was now naked, and had put her hands on her head, maybe just because she knew if she did that she couldn’t be accused of disobedience. Despite the submissive posture, though, she flexed her knees, clearly to try to soothe away some of the heat in her pussy from the terribly naughty sight of the spanking that continued on the couch.

“Are you
sure
you don’t want me to spank Stacy?” Peggy asked Derek and Ben, very coyly.

Julie’s face was bent over all the way into the cushions at the back of the couch, and she was crying out with mingled discomfort and pleasure, as Peggy kept steadily spanking her, moving resolutely from cheek to cheek.

“Maybe later,” said Ben. “Right now, I want her to open up the crotch of that sweet little teddy and show me she’s ready to play panties-down games with the big girls.” He turned to Stacy. “Are you ready to eat pussy, porn-girl?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy said softly.

“Go over there and show me, then.” Ben followed her with the handheld as she walked slowly over, a shy smile on her face.

“Kiss Peggy first, a little,” Derek said.

Ben got Peggy’s smile on video, and then Stacy’s very first girl kiss. Stacy wanted to break it off early, but Peggy wouldn’t let her, keeping her right arm around the younger girl’s shoulders and bending down to kiss her smaller breasts, as Stacy gave a soft, questioning sigh at the strange feeling.

“Alright,” Peggy murmured, stroking Julie’s raised and presented bottom to show Stacy where her attention must now turn, “you’ve got some pussy to eat, sweetie. You’d better get started. Just unsnap her there, and show her that you can be a good friend.”

Derek set the tripod up so that he could get a good angle on the action at Julie’s rear end.

Ben said softly to Julie, “Raise your face up, sweetheart, so I can see you.”

“We’re gonna have Peggy there, too,” Derek said, “and Julie will go down on her while she gets it from Stacy. Then I think I’m going to fuck Stacy from behind, while her face is still in Julie’s ass. Do you want to fuck Julie’s face when Peggy’s done there?”

Ben had to hand it to Derek—the guy was creative. “Sounds fine,” he said. Julie raised her face to look up at him, a little smile on her lips although her eyes were watering a little from Peggy spanking her.

“How does your ass feel, Julie?” Ben asked. “You ready to have Stacy’s face there?”

Julie giggled. “Yes, sir.”

Peggy pushed Stacy’s shoulders down gently but insistently, until Stacy knelt behind Julie.

“Alright, sweetie,” Derek said. “Go ahead and get that teddy open.”

Ben looked at Stacy’s face as she reached her right hand out. When her fingertips touched the snaps in the gusset of the teddy, Julie gave a little whimper of arousal, and Stacy drew her hand back as if she had felt a little shock.

“Can you smell that pussy, Stacy?” Ben asked. He held the camera on Julie’s face; she had a sweet little pout on her mouth that showed her need.

Stacy nodded, her eyes fixed on the place between Julie’s thighs that was still covered with the black lace. Ben was about to order her to open up the snaps or have a whipping, but Stacy reached again, and this time, with trembling fingers, she opened up the teddy and looked at Julie’s cunt, glistening with arousal and just as smooth and bare as anyone could wish. The pink inner lips peeped out, ready for Stacy’s inexperienced tongue.

“How are you doing, baby?” Ben asked. “Are you ready to go down on another girl?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy whispered.

“Then get your face right in there and make Julie feel good.”

Stacy took a few quick, shallow breaths through her nose, a look of trepidation and shame appearing on her face, and then at last she bent her head forward, and planted a little kiss right on Julie’s pussy.

Derek clearly found the sight as enchanting as Ben did. He said, “Get that mouth in there, sweetie. Your whole face, right in Julie’s ass.” He reached out his hand and gave a little push on the back of Stacy’s head. She whimpered quietly and obeyed, burying her face in the other girl’s rump.

“That’s it,” Derek said, as Julie cried out in wordless pleasure. “How’s she doing, Julie?”

“Oh, God…” Julie moaned. “She’s… she’s doing great.”

Derek kept his hand on Stacy’s head, making her pleasure Julie in that terribly shameful way for a full minute before he said, “Alright, Stacy, I’m gonna have you go ahead and fuck that pussy with a dildo now. You’re gonna make her show just how much she loves cock.”