But who's in control?

Peter finished typing the last few lines of ad hoc code, tapping the preview button and watching his work load slowly into life. He never quite thought the first website he made outside of school would be a porn site, but the cynic in him had had some suspicions… it did make up, what? Half the internet after all. Still, he had not predicted Stacy… No-one could've predicted Stacy.

He glanced down. She was still there, bundled under his desk, trapped between his legs. A naked pink ball of furious intensity and devotion to her task. Feeling his gaze perhaps, those eyes leapt up to him. Those same glistening orbs that stared out from every corner of his screen. They looked so wide and innocent, from this angle above. Furtive and timid. Eager but anxious to know if their owner's dedication was appreciated: Was this how you wanted her? Was the pressure enough? The wet, gulping movements? Did you like it when her tongue did THIS? She made herself into a small creature seeming **** to please those who looked down upon her. Capable only of considering further ways she might be of service. It was her mouth that was performing currently, but it was her eyes that sold the story. That told you you could pick and choose anything you wanted from her offering of flesh. The gift she gave so readily: all her body and soul.

It was only when you looked deeper into those watery depths, those dark and swirling irises, that you caught a half-hidden flash of something more. A cunning hunger. A self awareness. The glint that she knew exactly how she appeared to you. That she was watching her own reflection in YOUR eyes and basking in the debasement of herself she could see there. Just like their current project… It was all cutesy rainbows and offhandedly caught, cum-covered grins… until you remembered she had asked for photos to be taken, for a gallery to be made, for white showers to be rained down.

Peter might be a shy and quiet young man. A boy who kept himself detached, mostly, from the complex relations and complications of others his age. But no-one would ever call him stupid or unobservant. He saw how Mark adored this girl. Saw how she needed to find her own freedom. He was aware even of how his own body leapt at finally having this unlooked for chance to revel in a whole side of life he had never got the chance to experience, and might never so easily again. These were strange and golden days, for him and his oldest friend. This fey and sometimes fierce creature seemed determined to devour them, gulp by gasping gulp. Yet, there was no question of resisting... as he felt a flood rushing out to feed her. She had them in a soft, pink enchantment. On a one way street with warm, wet walls. Sealed with those almost-so-innocent eyes. All they could do is hold onto her tightly, and see where she wanted them to take her. Love was an unsuitable word.

A message flashed up on his screen, Mark wanted them to go round his after school, his mother was out all evening. Peter sent an agreement, not bothering to check with Stace. She was still busy playing with his semen, dangling it's sticky chords onto her tongue. As she finally got bored and set to cleaning him off, the boy above set their project to upload. Thus as a below belt desk-gobbler swallowed her latest reward, 30 or so images of her previous exploits were beamed out upon an unsuspecting world.