Megan Disgraced

by Viktor Redreich

  "No bra," She repeated back, and Stacey began to move her hands over Megan’s body, as though she was taking her all in for the first time. It was the only time that anyone had ever touched Megan like that in her life, gentle, curious, but firm, and she had to admit that there was something almost painfully thrilling about it. She could feel that keening heat growing between her legs once more, no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

  Stacey’s fingers dug into her mouth, over her lips – into her ears, down the back of her neck, tracing the shape of her sex through her underwear and rolling her fingers over the pubic hair that covered her mound. And Megan could hardly think straight as she was touched by the other woman, as she allowed this other woman to use her like this was just a thing for her to explore. She had never imagined before that she would allow herself to be touched like this by another girl, but there was something safe about it, somehow – she knew that Stacey understood her body much the same way she understood her own, and Megan trusted her touch as it explored her whole body.

  "Take off those panties," Stacey ordered, and Megan pulled them off at once without stopping to think. And just like that, she was naked in front of the other woman, while Stacey was still fully-dressed. The power in that, in her vulnerability, was more than she could take – she felt like she should have been on her knees before her, begging her for her kindness, her touch once more. Stacey slowly walked around her, taking her in totally, and Megan could feel her overheated gaze burning into her from every angle.

  "What do you think about when you play with yourself?" Stacey demanded, suddenly. Megan opened and closed her mouth. She didn’t even know what it meant to play with herself, let alone what she was meant to have on her mind when she did.

  "Wh-what does that mean?” She asked, feeling nervous that she might get punished for her lack of knowledge. Stacey emerged around her again, and looked her in the eye.

  "When you touch yourself," she replied, and she reached down to graze her fingers over Megan’s mound once more. "When you touch yourself between your legs. You’ve never done it before?”

  "I didn’t know there was a name for it," Megan confessed, more than a little humiliated. She hoped that this woman didn’t think less of her for her lack of knowledge. Megan had so much to wrap her head around, really, so much to learn, but Stacey seemed more than willing to help her unpack all of that.

  "Well, there is," She replied. "And what do you think about when you do it, Megan? When you touch yourself?”

  "I don’t...I don’t know how to do that," she admitted, quietly. She was still nervous, still worried about coming clean about her lack of knowledge.

  "What do you mean?" Stacey demanded, and Megan shook her head again.

  "How to play with myself," she replied. "I didn’t even know there was a name for it, I’m sure I’m doing it wrong..."

  Stacey stared at her for a long moment, as though she was trying to work out if this could be a joke or something, but Megan gazed back at her, her eyes wide, admitting to her any way she could that this was nothing but the truth. No matter how wild it must have seemed to her, Megan didn’t know what to do. But Stacey, lucky for her, seemed to be willing to teach.

  "Come, come sit here," she ordered her, and she grabbed Megan’s hand and led her to the couch.

  As soon as Megan sat down, she was distinctly aware of a pool of wetness between her legs – was she going to leave a stain on the couch? She couldn’t help but fret in her head.

  "Let me show you how to do this," Stacey breathed, and she slowly, slowly, slowly, parted her own legs, and pulled off the delicate panties that she was wearing underneath. Megan couldn’t stop staring at her pussy – it was clean-shaven, or maybe even waxed, soft and smooth and glistening with the same wetness that Megan was. Did she feel it, too? The thought thrilled Megan no end. She needed to know that this woman felt everything that she did, needed to know that she wasn’t broken in some way for the burning heat that was already starting to consume her entire body.

  "Put your hand between your legs," Stacey ordered her, and Megan did as she was told, her fingers coming in to connect with her warm, wet pussy at once. She gasped – the relief of it was instant, and she had barely even started yet. She could hardly believe what she was feeling, could hardly register herself capable of such pleasure.

  "And move your fingers up," Stacey commanded. "There. You feel it? That’s your clit, that’s where all of this starts..."

  And from there, Stacey took control, teaching Megan just how to play with herself. She took her time, spreading her legs wide to let Megan see just what she was doing. Megan watched as her fingers found a small nub at the top of the petals of her vaginal lips, and reached down between her legs to see if she had the same thing – she did, she discovered, and as soon as she caressed it, a shock of pleasure coursed through her whole body at once.

  "If you go in circles, it feels so good," She moaned to Megan, and it was clear that she was getting just as hot as her protégé was. And something about the pleasure that she took from all of this seemed to be leaking over to Megan, as though she was absorbing it through the overheated air around them.

  "And you can go inside yourself, too," Stacey explained. Megan’s eyes widened as she watched Stacey press two fingers against the small hole beneath her clit, and then saw them swallowed up in front of her. She tried to do the same thing to herself – two fingers were too much, she found, but one felt surprisingly good. Wasn’t she meant to take a whole man in there at some point? She had no idea how she would get something like that to fit inside of her, but, as Stacey pushed another finger inside herself, Megan supposed that her body must have been capable of the same marvels, too.

  Stacey was clearly well-versed in how to touch herself, and Megan felt lucky to be getting such a masterclass from someone who clearly knew just how this was done; she tried to mirror Stacey’s movements on her own body and was amazed to find just how good they felt.

  "Do you like it?” Stacey asked, clearly reading Megan’s mind, and Megan managed to nod. She was so distracted by the intensity of what was growing between her legs. Whenever she had felt those surges of need, she had never known that there was an answer to them that she had the ability to give herself.

  "I like it," she eventually breathed back, and Stacey let her head fall back on the sofa and moved her fingers with more passion against her slick pussy. It was obvious that Megan’s arousal was turning her on, and knowing that she could do that – well, there was a power to it that she had never felt before in her life. She liked it. This was the sort of thing a girl could get used to.

  If this was what playing with herself was all about, well, she had a whole lot of catching up to do, that was for sure. She had to know more about this, as much as she could, and she intended to make sure that there wasn’t an inch of this intoxicating new world that she didn’t know back to front.

  And she couldn’t stop thinking about Dravid. In fact, she could almost feel his fingers in place of her one, playing with her, teasing her – his touch would a lot more deft than hers, she would have imagined. Stacey would know all about that. Megan’s mind was burned with the image of Dravid making Stacey whine with his touch, getting her to moan and wriggle underneath him. Maybe Stacey had learned it from him.

  What would Dravid have done if he had seen her like this, playing with herself in his living room? What if she left a stain on the couch from her wetness, and he saw it, and he decided that she had to be punished for her misdeeds? The more she considered such an outcome, the faster she rubbed herself, until she could feel her hand beginning to cramp a little. She was going so hard and so fast that she could almost feel the little nub she had been playing with getting sore and numb, but somehow, the pleasure seemed to overtake that until she could hardly pay attention to it any longer.

  "Here, come with me," Stacey ordered, her voice a little higher than it had been before. She must have been feeling the same thing as Megan, that need, that n
eed that seemed to grow stronger and brighter with every touch that she laid on herself like this. She withdrew her hand from between her legs, and drew Megan through to the bedroom – to Dravid’s room, even though she knew that she wasn’t allowed in there for anything other than cleaning.

  "I don’t know if I should be in here," Megan muttered, squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure that was building between them. Her wetness had begun to leak down her thighs, and she felt slippery, needy.

  "You can go wherever you want as long as I tell you to," Stacey assured her quickly. "Come, lie on the bed..."

  "What if I get in trouble?" Megan asked, and Stacey grinned at her.

  "You’re already in trouble, baby," she replied. "I’m making sure you don’t get caught up in it again, okay?"

  "Okay," Megan breathed, and that was all the permission she needed – Stacey pushed her down on to the bed, and dived into one of the drawers by the bedside, the ones that Megan always stayed out of. But she moved through them like she knew them well, and, a moment later, she emerged with a long, thin glass object.

  "What’s that?" Megan blurted out in surprise, and Stacey turned to her with a smile on her face.

  "Show, not tell," she replied. "Here, open your legs..."

  Megan did what she was told, and it felt like she was moving utterly on instinct now, unable to hold back, unwilling to let anything stop her from getting where she needed to go. She didn’t even know where that was, not really, but she knew that she was inching closer to it, closer and closer, and that Stacey seemed to know how she was meant to get her there.

  Megan closed her eyes, promising herself that she was just going to let what needed to happen, happen, and a moment later, she felt something pressing at her – something smooth and solid, something that seemed to spread her open between her legs. She gasped, and Stacey slowed.

  "Does it hurt?" She asked, and Megan caught her breath, then shook her head.

  "No," she confessed, and Stacey pushed it a little deeper, needing no more invitation than that. Megan found herself pushing back against the long glass object, and wondered, idly, how it must have looked inside of her – if it looked the same as Dravid’s dick when it had been filling up Stacey when they had fucked in the living room.

  "Here, take this," Stacey ordered her, and she grabbed Megan’s hand and brought it to the object. "You can move it around how you want, see?"

  Megan did as she was told, experimenting with this way and that, finding out what felt good for her, what made her hair stand on end.

  "But it’s got a curve on it," Stacey explained. "That’s for your g-spot. Do you know what that is?"

  Megan, hardly able to talk any longer from the pleasure of this thing inside of her, shook her head.

  "It’s this ridge, inside of you," Stacey explained. "A few inches in. If you move that thing around, you can find it."

  "How will I know when I do?" Megan gasped.

  "Oh, you’ll know," Stacey replied. "Come on, get to work..."

  And with that, Megan suddenly felt it. That had to be what Stacey was talking about. She felt a rush of pleasure, so intense that her body seemed to seize at that very moment. She could hear Stacey talking beside her, but she couldn’t make out a word that she was saying, and felt like the entire world was spinning down and down and down to this moment, to this rush of pleasure, to the need that was growing, and then growing, and then...

  "Ah!” Megan cried out. The pleasure exploded through her, the first time she had ever felt a release like it in her life – a wetness flooded from between her legs, and her hand stilled as her thighs twitched with relief. It felt like she could suddenly breathe again, as though all the tension that had been building and building and building when she had first seen Stacey and Dravid together had finally given in and burst.

  And, as she stared at the ceiling, she knew that she had unlocked something that she would never be able to put back again. For better or for worse. A new version of her had come out to play now, and she was ready to find out where this new version took her.

  Slowly, she peeled her eyes open once more, trying to find Stacey in her line of sight once more, so she could ask what she was meant to do now. But instead of Stacey, Megan found herself faced with the last person on Earth she wanted to see right then.

  Dravid.

  Chapter 11

  Girls having fun

  As Dravid tried to stay focused on the phone call, he heard another peel of giggles from the bathroom, and he knew that he was going to have to see what they were getting up to in there.

  "Excuse me," he told the client on the other end of the phone. "Could you give me a moment? I have another call to attend to."

  "Of course," The woman on the other end of the phone replied, and he headed into the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

  Ever since he had arrived home from work, to find Stacey and Megan in his bedroom, the latter of them cumming hard on his bed with his slimline glass dildo pushed all the way inside of her, Stacey had insisted that he give her a little more time to work on the other woman. Not that Dravid was going to argue with that; though the sight of Megan orgasming helplessly on his bed had been smoking-hot to him, he didn’t want to push too far too fast, and it seemed as though Megan was comfortable with letting Stacey take control of the situation for now.

  So, that left Dravid to finish up his last few calls for the day, and try to nail down this motorcycle client and make sure that they didn’t slip through their fingers. Which was pretty damn hard to do, when he was being so consistently distracted by what the two women were up to in the room next door.

  When he peeped into the bathroom to steal a glance at the two of them together, he couldn’t help but grin. If there was a better guide for Megan to take her into this world of deviancy, then he had yet to find her. Stacey was showing her how to shave her pussy, the two of them perched on the edge of the bath together, Stacey placing a warm washcloth to Megan’s mound to open to pores, and showing her how to pull the skin taut and move the sharp razor against the grain and over the skin.

  "Hey, you," Stacey remarked, as she glanced up and saw Dravid peering in. "Not for you. Not yet. You get back to work, okay?"

  "Alright," Dravid replied, grinning at the bare-ass naked Stacey, and leaving the two of them to it – but making sure to leave the door open so that he could keep an eye on what was going on inside.

  And, as he went back to his call, he took the two of them in. He hadn’t expected Megan to be quite as open to all of this; Megan had, before, seemed just so nervous about the very thought of even having a sexuality that didn’t revolve around him, but with Stacey, she seemed at-ease. It was hard to remember that this was the same woman who had bent over in front of him and asked him to land a spank on her behind, to teach her a lesson that she would never forget. Then, she had been asking for punishment because it was what she had been trained to expect from the men in her life. But this? This was more about pleasure than anything else.

  After Stacey was satisfied with Megan’s shaven pussy, she switched on the shower, and began to clean her off, much like Dravid had when she had first arrived in his home. There was something almost tender about it, though it was a whole lot more sexually-charged than Dravid’s first encounter with Megan in that bathroom; even through the fogged-up glass, he could see them making out, Stacey taking control, running her soapy hands all over Megan’s body, taking her time and letting her get used to the warmth and welcoming comfort of the shower.

  And fuck, it was distracting. He had come home after having second thoughts about leaving Stacey alone with Megan for all that time, once the meeting was over with, but he knew that he had plenty of work to take care of even though he was far more interested in what was going on in there with the two of them. Honestly, more than anything, Dravid was surprised that Megan seemed to have taken to this with such ease, as though she had been made for it. Like she had just been waiting for the chance to en
gage with her body on this level, like it had been kept from her before and she had no intention of holding back now that she had been given the permission she needed.

  He could hear the two women, even as he tried to keep his head on his job, giggling in the shower together, the rush of the water punctuated by the sound of their moans. He wanted to climb in there between them, to see what he could teach Megan that Stacey hadn’t already showed her – but Megan was still his employee, and he wasn’t sure that he had it in him to play a game that close to home.

  The shower turned off, and he expected the two of them to come out of their little room together, but instead, Dravid heard a low moan begin to fill the space around him. He was still on the phone, leafing through some papers as he tried to find the details of the sales record for the last vehicular company that they had worked for, as it started, and he tried not to think about where it might have been coming from.

  "So, yes, if you want to share our numbers with them, I’m sure that they’ll be able to see that we’re just the natural choice for this," he went on, as the uptight man down the other end of the line typed something into his computer. Suddenly, from the bathroom, a shriek cut through the air – Dravid jumped.

  "What was that?" The man on the other end of the line exclaimed, and Dravid had to bite back a grin of amusement. He knew that this shouldn’t have been as amusing as it was to him, but there was something equal parts hot and hilarious to him about his call being interruped by the sounds of passion emerging from his own house.

  "Excuse me just one moment," he told him, and he pressed the one to his chest and opened the door – and what he saw on the other side of it made his jaw drop.

  Megan was on her knees, next to the bathtub, upon which Stacey was sitting with her legs spread – she had her hand on the back of Megan’s head, pushing it roughly against her pussy, grinding her hips back against Megan’s face as she did so. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was hanging open, the moans growing more intense as soon as she set her gaze on Dravid once more.