An Indecent Awakening (4 page)

His grip on her head completely secure, Ben pushed his cock halfway into her mouth. Stacy couldn’t believe either how degrading it felt or how the shame seemed to set fire to her pussy. She looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were fixed on where his hardness entered her lips. That seemed to make the whole thing even more shameful, and more like the videos, where the guy always seemed to be looking with an expression of satisfaction at the way his cock claimed the girl’s body, whether her mouth or her pussy or even her ass.

Stacy struggled to keep breathing as Ben moved the cock gently back and forth between her lips and over her tongue. “Not too much, now,” he said. Stacy’s jaw started to ache a little. It was strange, not having to think about anything but breathing and keeping her mouth open so that the big cock could come and go as it pleased, but physically it was very uncomfortable.

Ben murmured, “You’ll get used to it soon, and then you’ll take me all the way in,” and kept fucking Stacy’s face. His hands on the back of her head controlled her utterly: she felt like he had turned her whole face into a sex toy into which he could enjoy putting his cock, whenever he felt like it.

“A little deeper, now,” he said, and she felt the head of his cock push in almost to the back of her throat. Her hands, hanging at her sides, balled into panicky fists, and she gagged for a moment, but Ben pulled out, and then drove back in again. “That’s it,” he said. “You’re going to gag at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

Stacy breathed desperately through her nose, and quieted her panic. Ben returned to his shallow thrusts, and started to speak more conversationally, giving the lesson he had promised before he started fucking her face.

“When I find a girl like you, Stacy,” he said. “I believe it’s my duty to teach her to walk the path of virtue. Now I don’t agree with what most people would consider the path of virtue to be—that’s true.” He pushed in deeper and held himself there, while Stacy gagged again. Even as she started to panic and retch, Ben said, “But as far as you’re concerned, Stacy, the path of virtue is what I say it is.”

He pulled his cock from her mouth, and then he had taken her by the shoulders and stood her on her feet. Before Stacy knew what was happening, he had marched her over to the couch and turned her to face the screen again, where the red-haired girl had been made to raise her legs so that the guy could play with her smooth, pink pussy.

“Get on the couch just like the girl on the screen,” Ben said. Then he left her, and walked toward a door that must lead to a closet. Stacy’s heart fluttered as she thought about all the things that might be in that closet. She sat on the couch, still watching Ben. He opened the door, and on the back of the door were hanging the things Stacy had feared most might be there: a wooden paddle, a leather strap, and a bamboo cane.

“Oh, God,” she said. “Please… you already spanked me!”

“Not nearly enough, girl,” Ben said, turning back to her. “Get those legs up just like that slut on the screen. Look at her, and think about what happens to girls who show their little cunts like that. You’ve got a whipping coming.”

Stacy started to cry in fear. “Please… I’ll never… I’ll never do it again. Please just give me my laptop, and I’ll go, and I’ll never tell anybody…” She realized she had started to talk nonsense: it was absolutely clear that Ben had no intention of making that kind of bargain, as if Stacy had any power over the situation. No, she had no power at all, and that was the way it appeared Ben intended to keep it.

Ben took the strap and closed the closet door. “Shh, girl,” he said. “I know you don’t understand how this works, yet. That’s okay. All you need to do is obey me, and take your punishments and your rewards like a good girl. And I can tell you that you will never do it again, by yourself, or else your butt is gonna get whipped so good you won’t sit down for a month. On the other hand…” he advanced toward her, slapping the heavy black leather against his palm, “…you’ll be watching a great deal of porn with me, from now on. You’re a porn-girl, Stacy Miller, and the path of virtue for you is to be the best porn-girl you can be.”

Stacy bit her lip. “But… I don’t… I don’t w-want…”

“Get those legs up right now, Stacy,” Ben said, the kindliness gone from his voice. “You don’t think you want to be a porn-girl, but I’m pretty sure you already know that there’s a porn-girl deep inside you. Now that dirty slut belongs to me. Get those legs up, and show me my porn-girl.”

It was different, right? Porn was different from real sex, like she had said before. The way they fucked, in the pornos… that wasn’t the way she had made love with Jack. Was it? Jack had gotten on top, she had guided his hardness to her pussy, and he had pushed it in. The first time, he had had to push hard, and the pain had… well, it had made her feel like sex was a kind of punishment, for being naughty enough to have sex. But it wasn’t like she hadn’t had her fingers in there lots of times, thinking about what it would be like, when a man entered her with his stiff cock, and held her down, telling her that her cunt was nice and tight.

And then, with Jack, it hadn’t been like that at all, and that had been… disappointing. Yes, okay, she had been disappointed, in a way she never felt disappointed when she watched the terrible things the porn-guys and porn-girls did: the way the guys moved the girls into whatever position they wanted to, so that the girls’ pussies lay just right for fucking, and the thrusting felt best to their big cocks—so much bigger than Jack’s.

Ben’s cock was as big as a porn-star’s cock though, and he had just fucked her face. And so was that somehow not real sex? But he had really had his hands around her head, he had really thrust his hardness inside, and made her take it until he felt like he had enjoyed her there for long enough to suit his desires. Jack had asked, “How was it?” but Ben didn’t care how it was for Stacy: he just put his cock inside her and had his way.

He wanted her to sit and put her legs up, like a porn-girl. Stacy looked at the screen, at the girl’s face. She really loved this video, she realized with a thrill of shame, because the girl’s facial expressions seemed so authentic. It was an amateur video; both the girl and the guy were attractive, but not super-hot, really, and it was easy to imagine that she felt the same way Stacy did about the porn-things the guy made her do: she couldn’t stop thinking about them, but she was ashamed of herself for it. When the guy, whom in her fantasies Stacy had named Rod, told her what to do, the girl (Paula, in Stacy’s imagination) looked at him with the tiniest bit of alarm, and Stacy could imagine her thinking,
I don’t
really
want to put my legs up and show the camera my pussy that way, but… Rod told me I need to be a good girl for him, or I won’t get cast in the movie he’s making.

In the same way, later in the video, when Rod made Paula look into the camera while he fucked her doggy-style, and made her call herself a dirty cock-whore, Paula’s face seemed to tell a tale of woe. In that story, the realization that she
was
a dirty cock-whore made Paula terribly ashamed even as pleasure such as she had never known flowed through the pussy Rod pounded without mercy.

In the shot frozen on the screen in Ben’s basement, Paula looked like having her pussy open for Rod’s inspection, and above all for the camera’s benefit and the viewer’s pleasure, made her feel like she was a very, very naughty girl. Paula looked like she needed a whipping. And now Stacy would get that whipping. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her head felt faint.

She moved to obey Ben’s command. Not taking her eyes from the screen, she pushed herself back against the leather cushions of the couch. (
Leather—so men’s come and girls’ pussy juices can be wiped off?)
Her bottom felt strange and very naughty, naked on the leather. But when she raised her knees, and held them up just as Paula did on the couch in the room on the screen, it felt even stranger, and much, much naughtier.

“Open those legs wide for me, Stacy,” Ben said, again in the kinder tone that seemed to make Stacy feel even more thrillingly ashamed of herself. Blushing terribly, she complied, whimpering at how open it made her feel, and at the knowledge of what was coming.

Without warning Ben brought the strap down, hard, across the cheeks of her bottom, underneath.

“This is called the diaper position, Stacy,” he said. “I like to use it for little girls who try to grow up too fast, and leave the path of virtue.”

He whipped her again. She had gasped at the first lash, but now she cried out loud.

“Look at the girl on the screen,” he said.

“Paula,” Stacy whispered. “I call her Paula.”

She dared a glance at Ben, and saw that he was smiling.

“That’s good, porn-girl,” he said. “Look at Paula.” Another lash. Stacy cried out at the burning line that had even stung her poor little pussy, landing across the very lower edge of her bottom cheeks. “Is Paula on the path of virtue?” Ben’s left hand came to rest on Stacy’s right thigh. That touch, too, made her whimper, though the lash that came next, right across her thighs and her pussy lips, made her scream, as her eyes watered.

The pain was… well, it was bad, but… Oh, God—the thing was happening that hadn’t really happened before, when Ben had spanked her over the couch arm, because she had been so scared. Now, though, the warmth of the burning lashes from the thick, stiff leather strap had become a terrible tingle in her pussy.

“Answer me!” Ben said, and whipped her again in the same terrible spot. “Is that slut on the path of virtue?”

“No!” Stacy cried.

“You’re wrong, porn-girl,” Ben said calmly, and lashed her again, hard.

Stacy screamed in pain and what Ben could tell was also the beginning of the terrible pleasure he would now enforce upon her. Again he lashed her. He looked into her face. She had closed her eyes, and she had her lower lip between her teeth. Her head twisted from side to side, and the chestnut hair threshed against the leather cushion.

Now the best part: he laid the heavy strap on the couch, stooped down, and touched Stacy Miller’s cute little cunt for the first time. He ran his fingertips all the way from her clit to her tiny brown asshole, while Stacy moaned as loud as any girl in a video.

“It’s not possible,” he said quietly as he continued gently making her wet herself with her arousal, “to tell whether Paula is on the path of virtue, because we don’t know enough about her.”

“Wh-what?” Stacy said, panting with the excitement Ben had called into the sweet little place where he would soon put his cock. She opened her eyes, and Ben watched her take in the filthy image of Paula’s cunt before they darted to his face in confusion.

“First of all,” Ben said, stroking Stacy’s clit all the while, and running his fingers down further every now and then to bring up some of the slippery arousal that now flowed there in great abundance, “we don’t know anything about the real girl who’s playing that part.”

“But… but she’s in a… porno.”

“If her guy—and who knows if her guy is the one in the video—do you have a name for him?”

“Rod,” she said softly, and Ben chuckled at that.

“Maybe Rod is her guy, but maybe her real guy—let’s call him Phil—told her that she had to do the video with Rod.”

Ben looked at Stacy’s face—yes, he could see that the thought of being made to star in a porn video excited her: she closed her eyes and visibly swallowed hard. She opened her eyes again and repeated the sequence of looks, from red-headed Paula to Ben’s face, with an expression on her face that seemed to plead with him. How nice for both of them that what he planned to give her was exactly what he knew she needed.

Ben rubbed firmly at Stacy’s clit for a moment, with his middle finger, and she cried out loud, until he was gentle with her sweet, pink nub again. He couldn’t deny himself any longer, then; he bent his head and kissed her tenderly on her cunt, right where his cock would go.

“Oh, God…” Stacy whimpered.

“Did you let your boyfriend do that, Stacy?” Ben murmured, raising his head and looking up, between the legs she had spread because he had commanded it, over the breasts he had made her bare, to see a kind of panic on her face.

“N-no… I mean, it… it never h-happened, or anything.” In her eyes, Ben saw that her doubts about the kind of girl she was were growing very quickly: Stacy was realizing how deeply porn-girl lived inside her.

Ben continued with the lesson, as if he had not just made Stacy yearn for pleasures of which he felt sure she had never truly conceived despite having seen them over and over in her naughty viewing. “In that case, Paula is on the path of virtue because she’s pleasing Phil—or, if there’s no Phil, and Rod there is actually her boyfriend, she’s on the path of virtue because she’s giving Rod the pleasure he deserves.”

“Deserves?” she whispered.

“Mm-hmm,” Ben said again, flicking his tongue against her clit for a few moments, so that she made a lovely questioning, whining sound in her throat, as if she weren’t sure that she should be allowed to feel so much pleasure. “It’s the same kind of pleasure I deserve, Stacy. And now I have a porn-girl to give it to me, just like Paula gives it to Rod. So when Rod makes her show her cunt to the camera, and he opens it up the way he does…”

Now Ben reached for the remote control, and, without leaving his position between Stacy’s thighs, pressed play, so that suddenly ‘Paula’s’ voice filled the room, as she said, “Oh, God…” just the way Stacy had a moment before. ‘Rod’ was indeed opening up Paula’s sweet, smooth cunt, and the camera came in close, so that all the folds of Paula’s pink pussy could be clearly seen. Rod’s finger spread her wide, from above.

Ben froze the video again: the screen held nothing but a lovely close-up shot of a naughty cunt, ready for fucking.

“…it may well mean that he’s putting her on the path to virtue, the same way I’m doing for you, porn-girl.”

“Oh, God…” Stacy cried, just like Paula, as Ben spread the eighteen-year-old, still nearly virgin pussy open to match the image on the screen, though Stacy’s brown cunt hair made it look rather different.