An Indecent Awakening (13 page)

“Why do you think porn-girls love anal?” he murmured.

“B-because…” Stacy began, but she had no idea how to finish. She thought she knew the answer, but she couldn’t see how she could ever say it—just as she hadn’t thought she could put on the seatless panties that had left her bottom available for the terrible degradation Ben now visited upon her.

“They love it,” Ben said, taking a step back, so that he could grab the lube from a shelf in the entertainment center, and instantly regretting the loss of the lovely feeling of Stacy’s milk-white butt-cheeks around his cock, “because it’s wrong, and shameful, and dirty.”

He stepped forward again, putting a generous dollop of lube on his fingers.

“Isn’t it?” he asked softly, beginning to prepare Stacy’s tiny anus.

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Put your hands back and open up your butt for me, now. Once I’m inside I’ll let you put them down again.”

Stacy raised her shaking hands, swaying a little and then recovering her balance. She reached them back and hesitantly took her bottom-cheeks in them. The sight of her little fingers against the naughtiness of the seatless panties nearly overwhelmed his senses with arousal. His cock gave a little leap when the tiny brown aperture, glistening with lube, appeared to his lustful eyes, framed in black fabric and exposed by Stacy herself at his command.

“But that’s not the whole reason,” Ben said softly, as he presented the head of his manhood to the little ring, and began to push gently so that Stacy whimpered and swayed anew.

“Oh, please…” Stacy said.

“Girls love anal because it’s wrong, and because they know that when a man wants something wrong from a dirty girl, and he takes it, he’s making her his own, just like she needs to be his own…” he pushed harder, and Stacy cried out, “…little…” even harder; he took her wrists firmly, held them behind her, and gave one final push, “…porn-girl.”

Stacy screamed, and the head of Ben’s cock entered her anus—the most beautiful sight he could imagine.

“Good girl,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned.

For a long moment, Ben simply looked down at the way his cock was framed by the panties, and by the pert little ovals of Stacy’s bottom. That bottom squirmed a little around his cock, as she tried desperately to become accustomed to the feeling of being held open by a man’s hardness, and even attempted, instinctually, to push him out. Ben held her still, though, and refused to let her expel him, as he began to push into her farther and farther.

“Oh, God… oh, God…” she whispered, over and over, at the feeling of having her bottom fucked. Her voice was strained, and interspersed with the words were the lovely little yelps that told Ben she would go home very sore from her lesson.

“Shh,” Ben said, starting to fuck her ass in earnest. He tried to keep his thrusts gentle despite the intensity of the sensation. The feeling made him almost wild to plunge in and out of her tightness with abandon, and simply seek his pleasure at the expense of hers, but he wanted Stacy’s first anal not to be too painful a memory for her. In response Stacy gave little sobbing moans. Ben folded her arms behind her and took hold of her elbows, knowing that he was close to coming and wanting suddenly to make absolutely sure his porn-girl felt exactly how thoroughly her ass belonged to him now.

“There you go. There you go,” he growled, feeling the arousal build and build in his balls, in his hips. “Nice little ass. So nice and tight.” He thought of his favorite, dirtiest thing: giving Pete or Joe permission to enjoy one of the bottoms that belonged to Ben—calling one of them to say that he thought Peggy or Julie should have an ass-fucking that night.

He imagined calling Derek some night to tell him to fuck Stacy’s ass—telling him to let her know that Ben had given him permission to use her there. He imagined telling Derek that he had to set up a webcam and live-stream Stacy’s ass-fucking, so Ben could watch—instructing him, via instant message, to fuck her harder—and see Stacy’s woeful face as her new boyfriend, the boyfriend to whom Ben had given her, borrowed the rump that would always belong to Ben.

His climax hit him like a freight train, and Stacy cried out as if the pulsing of Ben’s cock in her anus were some terrible consummation of her submission. Ben held her elbows and thrust deep into her bottom, still imagining that his cock was somehow Derek’s, fucking Stacy by permission from Ben himself.

He grunted, and his hips spasmed against her sweet little bottom, making her whimper again in discomfort. It was strange to imagine his cock was another guy’s cock, he supposed, but ever since he had begun training Stacy, and thinking so much about porn, such twisted fantasies had begun to seem hotter and hotter. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, as if the idea of giving Derek permission to use Stacy’s ass represented the absolute zenith of arousal.

Finally the waves of pleasure subsided, and Ben simply held his place in Stacy’s backside, letting his cock grow soft but refusing to release her little body.

“There you go,” he said again, more softly.

“Thank you, sir,” Stacy whispered.

* * *

“I talked to Pete,” Derek said, “and I’m definitely interested.”

Ben and Derek were finishing up construction on a deck they had been rebuilding for the past week. They both had their shirts off, and Ben noted with approval that Derek’s frame was maybe even a little more muscular than Ben’s own.

Twenty-five-year-old Derek, blond and blue-eyed, had been working remodeling jobs with Ben for a year now. Although Ben knew of the younger man’s interests in spanking and in porn, and even that Derek wanted to try his hand at making a porn video or two just to see if it might be the lucrative side business he thought it might, he hadn’t told Derek about the lessons he gave naughty girls in his basement before the previous week.

“That’s great,” Ben said.

“I mean,” Derek said with a twisted smile, “it sounds a little kinky—okay, a lot kinky—but I’m a pretty kinky guy myself.”

“So Pete told you about the rules?”

“Yup.” Derek shot two nails into a board, then continued, “and he said that they’re negotiable. Is that right?”

Ben checked the security of the railing he had just fixed in place. “That’s right,” he said. “If you want to let Stacy grow her pussy hair, or you want more access to her ass, just let me know. As long as we’re clear that I’m the guy who makes the big decisions about her training, we can work out any issues that come up.”

“Fine with me,” Derek said. “I admit it’s not like anything I’ve ever been part of, but, you know, it’s kind of like a porn video, right? Like you’re the director and I’m the guy who’s fucking the girl?”

Ben clapped him on the shoulder. “Exactly. Plus, I think you two will probably hit it off. I don’t know if you’re going to get married or anything, but she’s a good kid, and you’re a good guy—and you both have a very dirty side.”

Derek gave him a sheepish grin.

“Be at my house at 9:45 on Saturday morning, and be ready to give my porn-girl a serious screen test.”

* * *

By the time Stacy arrived, Derek had set up his cameras in the basement: one on a tripod and another, handheld one ready for close-ups and POVs. Watching him prepare made Ben think of what Derek had said about Ben being the director of a porn video. He thought back to the lessons when Pete had come to fuck Peggy for the first time and Joe had come to fuck Julie for the first time, and the way he, Ben, had supervised the action. There hadn’t been any camera present, but Derek was definitely right: Ben did make himself into a kind of porn director, both on these occasions, when he told his naughty girls how they would be enjoyed by their new men, and more generally, when he served as a mentor to both girls and guys. Maybe, as his porn-girl, Stacy had somehow become the ultimate realization of Ben’s program for keeping naughty girls on the path of virtue.

“Is he here…?” Stacy asked as she came through the front door. Ben looked at her sternly. She swallowed hard. “…sir?”

“Yes,” Ben said, “and you are to call him ‘sir’ too. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy said meekly.

“Derek is down in the basement. Before you go down and take your clothes off…”

“In front of… him?!” Stacy squeaked.

“Yes, of course,” Ben said. “Just like in the video you watched for homework.”

That video was one of the several that didn’t have a name, only a number. They represented the large subset of Stacy’s collection that clearly had amateur origins, and were in one way or another the dirtiest things Stacy had downloaded. The one Ben had told Stacy to watch, while fucking herself with a black dildo held in one hand and taking a video of her pussy, as she fucked it with the latex cock, with the other, bore the number seven.

Stacy blushed, and Ben thought he had a pretty good idea why. Number seven began with a shot of a tanned, dark-haired girl in her 20s waiting nervously in the living room. She wore a white T-shirt and cutoff jeans. Sitting on a couch, watching her, was a black guy with his shirt off, wearing basketball shorts. A voice, presumably the voice of the guy holding the camera, said, “Go ahead and get naked, baby. Show Curtis what you got.” When the girl seemed to hesitate, the voice said, “C’mon, baby. You know you wanted to do this.”

“What I was going to say,” Ben continued, “before you interrupted me and earned a whipping from Derek, later…”

“No! Please, sir!” Stacy’s mouth turned up in an adorable pouting frown.

“Don’t make it worse, porn-girl,” Ben said, feeling very patient with her but wanting for his pleasure and Derek’s to treat her with the utmost severity. “What I was going to say is that we should talk for a few minutes about your homework, so that you’re ready to go down and strip for Derek and give him his way.”

“Yes, sir,” Stacy whispered, biting her lower lip.

Ben led her into the living room, where she had never been before, and sat down on the couch. Then he took Stacy’s hands and pulled her onto his lap. Her eyes went wide with surprise; Ben had never done anything so conventionally affectionate before, and it clearly took her aback.

Ben kissed her: he’d only done that once before, and to his satisfaction—though not to his surprise—Stacy melted into the kiss and kissed him back, putting her arms around him and snuggling in close.

“Sir,” she murmured softly when he had broken the kiss. “I thought you would never do that again.”

She wore a little blue miniskirt, and now Ben boldly put his hand up it, and ascertained that she was not wearing panties. Stacy giggled and shied away a little, but then remained obediently still while Ben’s hand opened her thighs and his fingers explored her wetness. She threw back her head with a little whimper.

Ben kissed her again, and this time she squirmed with desire against him, as he accompanied the kiss with his lewd caress, until she bucked her hips against his hand, desperate for more.

He broke the kiss again, but he left his hand between her legs. “Today, you’re really going to be my porn-girl, and you’re really going to set out on the path of virtue,” he said, looking into her hazel eyes.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Think of that video—number seven,” he replied. “When Curtis is fucking the girl…” The girl didn’t have a name, a common feature of amateur videos, and neither did the guy with the camera. “Do you remember what her boyfriend says, when she says that she doesn’t think she can take all of Curtis’ cock in her pussy?”

Stacy compressed her lips into a tight line. Then she said very softly, “I love you, baby. You can do it.” Her brow grew very troubled. “Do you love me, sir?” she asked.

“I do love you, baby,” Ben replied, putting his left hand up to stroke her cheek while he ran his right middle finger up and down her pussy, under her skirt.

“Why…?” she sighed.

Ben thought he knew what she was asking. “Why am I having Derek fuck you, and film you, and be your boyfriend, if I love you?”

Stacy nodded, blushing crimson.

“I think the best way to explain it is that I believe in a path of virtue that doesn’t let the conventions of society get in the way of our pleasures—behind closed doors.”

“Or in the dark,” Stacy whispered, as if to herself. “Like a movie theater.”

Ben nodded. “I believe that when we do the things that turn us on, even when those things are shameful, and even when they include pretending to be reluctant, or needing to be punished, it makes us
more
able to be virtuous in public, not less.”

He let that sink in for a moment, looking at her pretty face, as she turned her eyes downward to gaze at the place where his hand claimed her cunt, though it was hidden by her skirt.

“Do you like video number seven, porn-girl?” he asked softly, then. “Does it get you hot, thinking about Curtis’ big cock? Derek’s cock is pretty big, I’m guessing, though I haven’t seen it yet. You’re getting wet, thinking about it, aren’t you?” Ben rubbed her there, ran two fingers into the place where Derek’s cock would go. “Yes, you are, Stacy. Answer me, porn-girl. Does number seven get you hot?”

“Yes,” Stacy whimpered, closing her eyes and giving herself over to Ben’s fingers.
Oh, yes.
Video number seven, because it seemed to mirror exactly what Ben had told her would happen at her next lesson, had gotten her very hot—so hot that when she had slid the black dildo Ben had given her into her pussy, she had seemed to gush with moisture, at the sight of Curtis’ dark-skinned cock and the sound of Curtis telling the girl on the screen to suck it.

And then the part that Ben had just mentioned, where the unseen guy with the camera said, “I love you, baby. You can do it.”

And then the part where Ben sat me in his lap, kissed me, and told me he loved me.

How long had Stacy known she was in love with Ben, her lewd teacher, her lustful guide on his strange path of virtue? Since coffee with Peggy, definitely.

But it felt so different from any love she had ever known. How could you love a person who used you for his pleasure that way? Who made it clear that he wanted to give you to another man, and watch that other man use you for
his
pleasure?