5 comments/ 30442 views/ 15 favorites Johnny By: kaitlynB I'm a sub through and through. I can't help myself. A hard look, a firm tone, the right movement of a man's hand: my eyes lower, I blush, and I feel the warm wet sensation of excitement on my thighs. It's nearly antithetical to my projected disposition; few would classify me as a sub. I've been told I'm aggressive, confident, and occasionally cocky. I've even been told I can be intimidating to both sexes, which I don't believe is attributed to a harsh personality. To the contrary: I'm overly friendly and honest. I have the uncanny ability to make best friends with strangers in less than thirty seconds. Countless times at the laundry mat, a bar, or the grocery store check out line, I elicit (unintentionally and sometimes uninvitingly) the entire life story of the person next to me. Perhaps my openness and friendliness are my downfall, my give away, my Achilles' heel. The right man… the sort of man I fantasize about… sees right through me for what I am: a slut for domination, a slave to a whip, a helpless casualty of too many wrong (or right) situations. This is a story of one such situation that when given more than five minutes to let my mind wander, I come back to him, and how he knew, how he touched me, how he excited me and frightened me, made me question how open I actually am…and whether or not I should try to hide away the slut that appears when a man's eyes turn stone. My friend Jenna parties every night as if it were her last. Any night I'm out with her, it's unforgettable excitement, pushing limits, dancing on strangers' tables and laps, straddling the bartenders as they pour shots to keep the action going, champagne and whip cream sprayed everywhere, men practically sawing their arms off to take her or one of the rest of us home. Jenna's by far the ring leader, which is great by me: it's easy to pass guys I don't want along to her and let her shoot them down. The guys I do want are easy to pick up once sucked into her frenzy of fun. Easy, casual, direct. No frills, bells, or whistles, just a few hours of physical romping and then a frantic attempt to remember their name in the morning. Call me callous, but none of them ever mean anything more than the means to an orgasmic end. So it came as a complete shock to me one night as I was in a bar and I met…him. Johnny was a bartender at this place, however he wasn't scheduled to work that night. He actually came to see Jenna. Jenna is always the life of the party, and when he found out she would be there with her friends, he came in special just for us, to make sure we had a good time. There was something about him that made me immediately uncomfortable in that oh-so-blissful way. It wasn't just the way his bulging thigh muscles shaped his jeans perfectly. It wasn't just the way his t-shirt stretched over his broad chest when picked Jenna up with one arm, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her off to do body shots from her. It wasn't even Johnny's smoldering brown eyes and square jaw line. It was the aura about him. Something that I felt, or saw, whenever I was around him that rocked me. I felt…submissive. For some reason, even if I could swallow the lump in my throat I couldn't bring myself to talk to the man (although the other ladies clamoring around him testified his approachability). I couldn't talk to him. He didn't tell me I could. Silly, right? I didn't even know this man. How could he have control over me? The night went on as usual, and as the shots went down, the rowdier we became. We danced constantly in our private section of the bar. We felt on top of the world, grinding against one another, giving the random patrons lap dances, clothes coming off, belts being welted at one another, "girls being girls." Johnny was ever present in our mix, seductively letting a girl ride his leg while he cupped ass against is washboard abs, flipping girls on the dance floor face down towards his cock, and…oh…the look on his face. What was it about him? He looked at every girl as if he would devour her, as if his whole being had craved nothing on earth except her…whoever "her" happened to be at any given moment. Whoever I was dancing with, my eyes kept darting to Johnny and to the girl slammed against his rock hard body. Why couldn't I be her? I kept asking myself this, and why can't I be more like her. He seems to want her because she's strong, daring…not a slump like me. The guys I were dancing with, sure, they were nice, but my all possessing thoughts were of Johnny. I simultaneously needed to touch him and feared for my life to do so. I couldn't meet his eye, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Every nerve ending burned with passion and shame. He, on the other hand, failed to notice I existed. This somehow excited me more. The hours went by, where Johnny had pulled half a dozen women onto his lap to passionately kiss him, each one he knew he could have. Then slowly the patrons started leaving as did some members of our group. The numbers dwindled, the party and electric atmosphere had settled, and the wild tousle of bodies began finding solace on barstools and tables. This is where I earn money: talking. While no one has ever blatantly told me I'm ugly, it's obvious that I'm a far cry from beauty queen. My slim figure, generous breasts, and unabashed dancing nearly make up for what I lack in face and hair, but I usually offset any physical disappointment once we sit down to talk. In this instance, I finally drew Johnny's attention. Although I was surrounded by men and a few of my friends, actively engaged in a heated discussion, Johnny seemed to notice me for the first time. My radar picked up on his gaze immediately although I pretended not to notice. I tried to continue my conversation, but aware of his attention, my throat tightened and my pulse thudded in my ears almost to the point I couldn't hear my own thoughts. I started shaking slightly, wanting to watch him but not wanting him to see the insanity of my desire. My breath came in staggered spurts as I felt him coming closer. Johnny being Johnny, the room seemed to part for him when he made his way over to me. The arrogant son of a bitch pushed a seat in between me and the man closest to me, and I fought a smile when the man's face twisted in irritation. Around us, some people continued to drunkenly dance, and some who were seated dissipated. For all intents and purposes, Johnny and I were alone. Suddenly I was an awkward 13-year-old again, trying to hide my braces while a high school soccer player was talking to me. Johnny asked me the basics: come here often? How do you know Jenna? What do you do? How old are you? Eventually our conversation deepened, as I've said, talking is where I make my money. Stumbling over awkward phrases, I somehow managed to operate on auto-pilot and hold a decent conversation; fortune alone allowed him to be impressed. I could tell by the way his face lit up when I surprised him by knowing something, or was well versed on a subject he thought only he knew. My heart kept beating harder and faster with those looks of approval. My heart nearly stopped, though, when after I answered a question the seductive phrase "good girl" shrewdly rolled off his tongue. I warily flinched…a look of surprise, of questioning, of fear. Did he know? A small smirk on his face seemed to give me an answer, but in situations like this, you can never be ENTIRELY sure. But then, "Kaitlyn…" he drew out slow, deliberate, "open your mouth." I about freaked out. Was he serious? Open my mouth? My friends were around, dancing, or sitting close by. We were in public. What was he going to do? Kiss me? That wouldn't be so bad…but the man just ordered me to open my mouth! Was he going to…inspect me? What would I do, just sit there with my mouth open for him? I didn't have to give him a questioning look for more than a split second before a saw the look in his eyes. He was serious, playful but hard, in complete control. He wasn't asking me; he told me. My heart stopped. My eyes welled. The room spun. What the hell was I doing? Was I really going to reveal the depths of my desire to this complete stranger? I cracked my mouth open, and kept my eyes down. He didn't move. "Wider." My breath quickened and I began to tremble; people noticed when I sat in front of Johnny, a coveted man, my eyes down and mouth wide open. I couldn't see them, but I felt eyes upon us as he waited patiently for the desired opening. Once satisfied, he still didn't speak. He just slid his fingers into my mouth and all along my teeth, as masters I've fantasized about would do to their slaves. I knew that he knew. He stopped at the points of my canines. Although extremely subtle, they point downwards like fangs. He plucked them with his fingernails and asked me, "Were you a vampire in another life?" Although I heard the joke in his voice, I lost the ability to do anything else but take him seriously. "No…" I whispered, trailing off. …Should I address him in some more formal way? Some of my friends stopped whatever they were doing to watch; they didn't know what was going on…they didn't know…but I did. The magical moment was shaken back to reality when my drunken friend Shawn unexpectedly slammed himself down into the chair next to me; I jumped in surprise while Johnny still half-held me by the chin. "Hey guys, you did you see me dancin'?" Shawn interrupted, gesturing limply. "I was I up there I was dancin' pretty good." "I bet your not as good a dancer as Kait is." With that, he reached over and scooped me onto his lap with greater ease than I thought humanly possible. I was in shock how fast that happened: one minute I was squiming uncomfortable in my cold hard chair, the next minute I was squirming against his warm, hard thighs. Heavens did his thighs feel good. I didn't have enough time to really register the strength of his arms. Then I felt something else: his hand subtly slipping under my ass, his fingers curling to poke at my cunt, unseen to everyone. His middle finger wormed his way just to the right spot, curling, teasing, soaking me right through. It felt too good for me to do anything but wiggle, fighting to maintain my composure in public. Shawn was too drunk to notice. "Yeah, I've danced with Katie before…she's as good as dancer as me, but I'm pretty good. I think that girl over there wants me…she gave me her number…" Shawn still slurred, directing his attention across the bar. "Are you, Kait?" Johnny softly growled against my ear. "You a good dancer?" He pressed my stomach in towards him with one hand, and with his other curled his finger with more vigor, more pressure. He was practically finger-fucking me through my jeans. "I…I dance pretty well," I hushedly gasped, mouth open turning back to him for a kiss. Oh heavens how I wanted him, desperately trying to inhale his very breath just to have more of him inside of me. His faint masculine scent was intoxicating, driving me further into frenzy. He didn't kiss me, but gave me a hard look of dominant desire before raking his teeth across my cheek. "I'm going to make you fucking dance." My heart sank into my stomach. What did he mean by that? I was about to find out. Johnny stood in a manner that allowed my body to slide down his before my feet touched the floor. "Pretty little thing, come with me for a bit." Not a question, a command. Directing me towards the "forbidden" staircase, he held onto my hand so that it was behind his back as he walked in front of me. Alone with him? Upstairs? I knew too well what usually happened up there. But with him, something would be different. It wouldn't be a typical seduction scene. He would possess me, own me, make me beg for his cock, let me suck it only if I was good. How did I know? He gave away too many clues. Analogy: imagine a full concert hall listening to a symphony orchestra. Everyone hears the same music, but a fellow musician in the audience notices and appreciates the subtle movements that make a piece special. The casual listener (vanilla) hears everything blended together, justifiably enjoys the pretty sound, and may even be emotionally moved at its beauty. But a fellow musician knows what to listen for: the key, motif, chord succession, meter changes, dissonance and resolution. I think BDSM is like that; participants can pick up on subtle things the rest of a crowded room will turn a deaf ear to. Watching Johnny was like this for me. Everyone else witnessed a hot man and justifiably wanted him. But watching him move, the distinctions in his voice, the way he held me, all spoke to me in a way only a trained "ear" knew to listen for. The question was: should I play along? The bar noise faded as we climbed the stairs, his muscular stride taking two steps at a time, the fragile heels of my stiletto boots straining to keep up with him. I had never been to this part of the bar before. Johnny pushed the heavy antique door open and had me slide around his torso to squeeze inside. Sliding past him, tried to press a kiss into his hard chest through his cotton t-shirt. I got a firm pop on the ass which made me jump into the poorly-lit room. My eyes strained to see the Spartan furnishings: two small couches, a chair, a small table, and an ottoman. And mirrors…everywhere mirrors. No matter where I looked, I saw our reflections. As my eyes adjusted, my mind conjured images of being put squarely over the ottoman in front of him, our mingled bodies reflecting from every angle, and a trickle of sexual arousal agreed with my fantasy. The sound of Johnny's stride brought my senses back to reality, and he let his body sink with familiarity into the couch; he left me standing. His chin slightly down, he looked up at me deviously. A slow smile widen across his succulent lips. I again cursed myself for being so easy to read, such a give away. I couldn't seem to cool the blush on my face or slow my breath as I simply watched him…waiting. He knew…I knew. His eyes raked my body possessively, and all I managed to do was stand dumbly in the center of the room. "Do you think your friends will miss you?" he asked in his cocky tone I couldn't help but smile at. Then I thought about it: I drove here Jenna tonight! I'm her ride home! She would definitely begin to wonder where I was if I stayed gone much longer. I couldn't offer him this, though. My throat was too tight, my mouth dry, my cheeks burning. All I could do was smile meekly and nod my head. His eyes glinted momentarily as they took in my response. His power was feeding off my submission; the more I gave, the more he took, and the more he took, the more I wanted to give. "Really now?" he responded, then crooked his finger, beckoning me to come closer to him. I awkwardly stumbled forward…obeying even his finger. Once in front of him, he purposefully grabbed my wrists, gently pulling downward. He wanted me to kneel! Shyly, looking at him in a plea for compassion that wouldn't come, I went to my knees between his thighs. My breasts were shocked as they absorbed the heat from this hands; he wasted no time exploring what was going to be all his. "You drove Jenna, didn't you?" he asked, hardness taking over his eyes, playfulness quickly yielding to dominance. "Yes…" …do I say it? What does he want me to call him? A twitch of a smile caught the corner of his mouth, but he kept his composure. Damn him! He knew! He kept a steady massaging motion on my breasts. "Well now…we wouldn't want to leave Jenna all alone by herself, now would we? What kind of friend would you be?" "I…I don't know…" I fought a losing battle for concentration as the heat of his hands mercilessly sank into my nipples through my thin cotton t-shirt. His devilish eyes danced as he asked, "What DO you know, Kaitlyn?" My mind reeled, losing a battle for rational thought: what I know? Know about what? I could tell by the look on his face the question had sexual intentions, so I began to formulate a calculated answer. I didn't get three words into my response before he took hold of both my nipples and clamped down hard. I frantically struggled in pain, wide eyes looking at him in shock, but he was washed in calm: "Let us start with some ground rules. One, when I ask you something, give me a direct response and none of your smart-ass bullshit. In addition," he twisted causing more pain, "keep your fucking eyes on the ground when you address me." Tears stung my eyes, but I was terribly aroused. "Yes…yes Master!" I squeaked out in time for his grip to loosen. " 'Sir' works just fine." "Yes Sir," I choked. I nearly cried. I was finished. I had handed over complete control to this beautiful stranger, and I did it with respect. Part of me was entirely ashamed of myself, but part of me was too sexually excited to care. The slut in me had taken over, and the only response I could produce was labored breathing, my face on fire in shame. I knew he had me…and damn him, he knew it too. He smoothly stood, and walked around the back of me like a lion circling its prey. My head lowered and I was paralyzed as he crouched behind me, the back of his cool hand quenching the burning on my face, gently stroking my cheek before sliding his down to my chest, over my t-shirt which was all to eager to display my hardened nipples. He rolled one of the nubs in his hand and my reflexes betrayed me. My arms refused to play their instinctive role to defend my vulnerability, perhaps testifying to my true instincts. He pressed himself closer to me as he murmured in my ear: "Good girl…you're going to be a good girl, aren't you? Sure you are. You're the type of girl I like. You want me to control you, don't you little one?" One tear fell as I nodded, still looking at the floor, chest heaving. He slid his hands over my stomach, roughly raking my skin over top of my clothing, exploring my entire body as he spoke. "That's good…because I'm going to control you. I'm going to own your skin. You're going to do what I want, how I want it," gripped my cunt and pulled me against him to hiss, "And you're going to love every minute of it, aren't you slut?" All I could do was cry a small moan and dumbly nod; he chuckled low in his throat. As if testing my submissive resolve, he started toying with me. He'd gather my hands behind my back and raise them up to bend me over. When I resisted even slightly, his force grew stronger, and he didn't have to say anything for me to understand he would have me move my body in any way he wanted. He had me stand with my legs wide apart, keeping absolutely still as he grabbed and squeezed folds of flesh, bending me over, forcing me to my knees, or remaining rigidly straight as his hands explored me. Then forcing me to walk backwards, he kept my wrists in his grip as he walked back to sit on the couch. Spreading his knees wide, he had me stand between his outstretched thighs. My cunt was crying for his touch so badly that even the heat through the denim fabric felt exquisite. "Kaitlyn," he languidly drew, "you have ten minutes to bring four things back to me: a bottle of Jameson, a bucket of ice, three glasses… and Jenna." I sobered like a splash of cold water hit me. "…Jenna?" He gripped my wrists very hard and twisted, and I fell on my knees between his legs trying to ease the terrible pain it caused. He let me writhe a bit as he spat, "I didn't require a response. Don't you say a fucking thing unless I tell you that you can. Are you clear on that?" Only when I yelped "yes" did he release his grip. Part of me wanted to fight him. Part of me wanted to bite him, tell him off, explain to him that he can't just expect to get whatever he wants, and that neither I nor Jenna would be willing participants in his degrading game. But as I sat there, panties soaked through, looking up unintentionally to the man who made them so wet, I relented to the part of me screaming to do exactly what he just told me to. His half-glare/half-smile infuriated me…and thrilled me. Johnny "Clock's ticking." As if in a daze, I forced my feet stand and numbly make my way out the door and down the steps. The blush on my face hadn't entirely cooled as my heeled boots clicked on the wooden base floor. I sucked in a deep breath to see if any of the late night crowd had noticed my reemergence. Luckily, no one noticed, including Jenna who was parked between two men looking very eager to exploit her flesh. Once she caught my gaze she gave me a wink letting me know she was happy where she was. "You'll be happier elsewhere tonight, honey" I silently told her from across the room. But I'd get the other items first. Leaning over the bar, I motioned for the girl working that night. This particular girl and I have never been overly friendly, be it she despised anyone that didn't have a cock. But I knew a little secret: she wanted Johnny badly. "I need a bottle of Jameson, a bucket full of ice, and three glasses." "Sweetheart, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but what makes you think I'm about to give you a full bottle of whiskey?" I was all too happy to bring out the claws. "Johnny wants it. He's upstairs waiting for me in the private room." I savored the intense flush of jealousy on her face. "Well, he can come get it himself then." I was growing irritated as the cooling wetness on my panties signaled the necessity of quick action. "Just give me what he asked for, you know he's allowed to have it, and I don't give a damn what kind of pull you think you have around here." The owner, Brad, had been wiping down the bar and was now beside me. "Hey kiddo, how've you been?" I smiled up at him knowingly; he's like the awesome shot-pouring, hold-your-hair-back-when-you've-overdone-it dad that none of us ever really have. Auspiciously, we in Jenna's gang have him wrapped around our fingers. I relayed Johnny's request. He responded by giving me that parental all-knowing I-was-young-once-too side glare. "You sure, kiddo?" I squirmed. It was like telling my own father I was having sex. "Yeah…it's all good." Still giving me the side glare, he walked around the counter and handed over the bottle. The girl who was working rolled her eyes and stormed off to other customers. "Anything else?" I tried to smile through my wince: "A bucket of ice and three glasses?" Brad flat out laughed. "My, he can be persuasive." My blush deepened, but he gave me the rest of the stuff and a wink as he walked off, cleaning the rest of the counter. Gathering it all in my arms, I heard the click-clack of Jenna's boots approaching just before feeling a light slap on my ass. "What have you been doing hmmmm?" Jenna cooed. I looked over her shoulder and felt relieved that her "partners" seemed to be getting ready to leave. "Johnny and I have been… talking." She smiled coyly and nearly sang, "About what?" My eyes flashed a playful look as I sang back, "Seeeeeex…" Her eyes widened and she smiled. Before she could inquire further details I parried, "Looks like you're losing your friends," nodding to the corner she had previously occupied. "Whatever, I have both of their phone numbers, it just depends which one of them I want to call first," she laughingly told me, looking at me as if I should be impressed. I smiled to be polite, but I was accustomed to her routine. "Well," I ventured, "don't be too eager to call them just yet, I have a better idea. Well…Johnny and I have been…um…talking, and he…well…wants to talk to you too." I looked flat at her, praying she would understand and go with it. She had the devil in her eyes as she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. "Well, let's not keep him waiting then." She turned in a sultry move to strut her way towards the stairs. I smiled and rolled my eyes: she knew what was about to happen, but didn't know all of it. If she had been any other of my friends, I would have most assuredly felt guilty. However, Jenna is Jenna. Something told me tonight might be tame by her standards. Up the stairs (she'd been there before), she pushed the door open to give Johnny a devious look. I was still outside, but could only imagine his reaction. He had to be happy, right? I delivered. I did what he asked; surely this pleased him? My heart sank a little when I watched her wind her way onto his lap like an affectionate cat. He liked it, responding with affectionate caresses as she bragged about her most recent exploits. I hurt inside as I watched her crawl all over him, touching him however she wanted, sliding her fingers over the chest that drove me wild, he responding openly and silently encouraging her behavior. He was supposed to be mine; isn't it me he wanted? He kissed her hair, comfortably groped her ass, and laughed at her teases. The contrast between she and I seemed to suck the air out of me; why couldn't I be more like her? She got what she wanted without a submissive bone in her body, and he liked it. Did he like girls like her better than girls like me? After playing with her for a little bit, Johnny seemed to remember I existed again. "Kaitlyn," he started, looking at me for the first time, "why not pour me and your friend a drink?" "Sure…" I paused and held eyes with him. Did I really need to call him "sir" with her around? The hardness of his eyes suggested I would pay for the slight later, but for appearances sake he'd let it slide for now. His hands roved her delicate body as poured the Jameson over ice and brought it to him. As I brought MYSELF to him. The glasses shook a bit with my nervousness which made Jenna laugh. She only knew half of what was about to happen. "Katie-poo, you aren't nervous are you?" she taunted. "A bit," I confessed, half-shrugged, and looked to Johnny for backup. He smugly smiled as he narrowed his eyes at me, his hands still traveling over her. He was teasing me. "Our little Kaitlyn has good reason to be nervous…don't you?" His eyes never left me as he took a slow arrogant sip of whiskey. "Yes…" I trailed off again, not sure if it was time. Again his eyes flashed. I'd pay for it. Jenna didn't pick up on the ever increasing tension between him and me, tension so thick I could practically smell it. Oblivious, she went on with her usual enticing teases: "Well maybe I could help her relax a little bit. Come on Katie, it's just me." She stood up on the couch putting one leg on either side of him then wrapped her arms around me. "Don't be scared, my little cupcake." She playfully kissed at me, which I half-heartedly responded to. She and I have drunkenly made out before, but only to give the male patrons hard-ons that neither of us had any intentions of satisfying. This was different; things were about to go down that she wasn't aware of. How far would he let this devolve? What would he let her know about me? What would she think of me after this? "Hey now, save some for me," he teased back, picking her up by her ass then setting her back down on his lap to kiss her himself. I stood there stupidly and watched. I wanted to rip her off of Johnny by her hair. It wasn't fair; I wanted him for myself and my mind burned with jealousy. What was he doing? I thought he said I was the type of girl he liked. Jenna broke the kiss to lean her head back and call me over. "Come on, Katie, don't be shy." "Stay right where you are Kaitlyn," Johnny's smooth voice demanded. This took Jenna off guard, and she finally clued in to something being different. She gave me a look as if to say, "Are you going to take that crap from him?" My eyes silently responded with an apologetic "yes." Johnny sarcastically gasped, feigning to have just discovered something. He pushed Jenna off his lap to stand, dramatically gesturing. "Why, Kaitlyn, you didn't tell your friend about you? Shame." He started circling me, leaving Jenna on the couch. "I thought you were close friends and didn't keep secrets. Not sexual secrets, anyway. You've been holding out from Jenna. That makes you a bad friend." Jenna relaxed a bit again, thinking it was all a game. "Kait, what have you been keeping from me?" I must have turned 20 different shades of red. I was so embarrassed. How was I going to confess my deepest darkest sexual fantasies to my friend when I've tried so hard to keep ANYONE from ever finding out? "Go on, tell her," Johnny instructed, standing with his arms folded. I took a deep breath, exhaled shakily, "I…am a sub?" "Oh come on now, that's hardly accurate. Tell her, 'Jenna, I'm a dirty little slut whose pussy gets wet for dominant men.'" Jenna didn't know what to do as I looked at the floor and fought tears, whispering, "Jenna, I'm a little dirty slut whose pussy gets wet for dominant men." I could feel the heat of his eyes blazing. "We didn't hear you over here. Say it again, more clearly." My voice cracked with emotion as I struggled. "Jenna, I'm a dirty little slut whose pussy gets wet for dominant men." He walked over to me and laced his hands through my hair, making a fist. Jenna was in shock, panic, not moving or knowing what to do. His face was inches from mine, the whiskey on his breath tantalizing, "Tell her, 'Jenna, I like to fuck men however and wherever they tell me to.'" Wincing, I half cried out, "Jenna, I like to fuck men however and wherever they tell me to." Jenna flew over to Johnny and started smacking at his arms. "J, cut it out! What the hell are you doing?" He let go of me, but laughed and picked up Jenna who fought with him. "Easy, killer, easy. It's okay. Look, see? Kait isn't hurt, and she didn't ask me to stop or for you to help her. It's just how some girls are. Check this out." I didn't have time to blink before Johnny's hand was lodged down the front of my jeans. I gasped and nearly started crying as his cold steely fingers shocked my hot wet sex. He was plunging his finger into me, reveling in my wetness, scooping at my juices to prove a point. Jenna's mouth hung open in astonishment, waiting for a nonverbal cue from me that never came. I stood there stunned and endured his exploration. I was further mortified when he removed his hand to dangle my juices in front of Jenna's face: proof of my helplessness to men like him. "See?" he asked, splaying my juices across his fingers. "She loves it; she's soaked." Jenna settled a bit, but looked to me for confirmation. "Katie, are you okay? Is this what's going on? You like this and want to do this?" I, trying to catch my breath, looked up at her to half smile in reassurance, but I was still immensely embarrassed. "Yeah…I like it when...well…" I never finished before he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I instinctively closed my eyes and rolled my tongue over his fingers, licking them clean. My response said more than words could. "Oh my gosh," she nearly whispered in disbelief. My eyes stung with tears as I waited for her chastisement. She walked towards me slowly, pushed Johnny away from me, and cradled my face in her hands. Whispering close to me, "Are you sure this is okay?" "Yeah" I whispered back, swallowing the lingering taste of my own sex. "Really, it's okay, let's just go with this." "Well you little freak," she giggled softly, and I watched as the devil crept back into her eyes. Bless her. "Well, hell, Johnny, if you think I'm going to put up with your shit tonight, you've got another thing coming." "Hmm-mm, I wouldn't expect you to. It isn't in you. But this one," he strode closer to me, arms still folded, leaned in close to my face so I could breath in the whiskey on his breath, "she's a fucking natural. She'd take it from any Dom. Maybe even you." He never stopped looking at me. Jenna slid her arms over my waist as she walked around behind me. "Katie, baby, is he right? Do you want me to touch you too? Would you do anything I wanted you to?" Standing behind me, she undid my jeans and started reaching down the front. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the cool sensations of my friend's small fingers. Johnny's calloused hand slid around the delicate flesh of my neck and cut off my air. "Answer her, slut." Tears welled in my eyes, the shame of the truth being played out in front of Jenna. "Yes, Jenna, I'd do whatever you wanted," I stammered. I looked Johnny right in the eye, pleading. But I wasn't necessarily pleading for compassion; I was pleading for abuse. The fire in his eyes conveyed that he would mercifully acquiesce. "Why are you looking at me?" Oh shit, his rules! I dropped my eyes immediately, but it was too late. He first pulled Jenna's hands from me, then he threw me to the ground on all fours. I kept my head down. "Jenna, pull all of her clothes off. I think she's having trouble taking me seriously." "You know, I think you're right." Through my eyelashes I saw Jenna pressing her ass against his crotch and grinding against him like a stripper on a pole, her hands diving all over his thighs, ass, and everything else my own body craved to touch. My jaw locked in anger, jealousy. I wanted to be the one grinding against him! But I held still, because that's what he wanted me to do. I was in his control, even when it meant watching my friend take with both hands what I desired. Somehow the anger and jealousy aroused me even more. My sex throbbed. Jenna left his body to come over to me, and rubbing her hands over me like a pet, she very sensually began to remove my clothing. She straddled my back to slip both hands over my torso, slid down my stomach, and slipped my unbuttoned jeans off of my hips . She didn't stand up; she slid her ass down my body and over my legs, laying her small frame across the back of my calves, drawing with her my jeans and my panties down to my knees. Sliding her body to kneel on the floor behind me, she reached up to my knees to gather the material…then paused. I felt her breath against my ass, then her lips gently kissing my pussy. Jenna and I had always been sexually comfortable with each other, but the reality of this situation took my breath away; I struggled to maintain my position. Heavens, what was happening to me? How could I push myself this far out of my comfort zone for a man I just met? I didn't have time to debate the specifics; she lowered her head down to my sex, then extended her tongue in light little flicks. I gasped and squirmed; her tongue felt marvelous, and doing this with Johnny standing there, I felt like an object on display, used by both of them…and I loved it. "For fuck's sake, Jenna, we're supposed to be punishing her now, and you're rewarding her," he chided good-naturedly. Her tongue momentarily ceased it's sensuous movements to answer: "Oh, yes, yes, her punishment." She stood to retrieve her glass, setting it beside me. She fished out an ice cube, sucked the liquor off, then pressed her cold tongue back against my cunt; I gasped sharply trying to adjust to the new contrasting sensations. Then to add insult to injury, she began swirling the ice cube against my nipples, each in turn. I couldn't keep still if I tried. She removed her tongue again once in warmed in my hole. She smacked her lips playfully, and in her quintessential slutty stare asked, "Whatever shall we do to punish her?" He laughed, "Well you can start by getting your tongue out of her cunt." "I've been dreaming about this since I met her," she flicked her tongue into my hole a few times. "You're not going to deprive me of this tasty little treat now, are you?" "I had her first," he teased, "and I promise you this: she's craving a taste of my belt more than you've been craving a taste of her pussy." Jenna laughed and pulled back her face from me. "But she tastes so good! Here, try some." Like a cat she climbed in his arms and thrust her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste second hand what she had been enjoying. I was fluttering in and out of consciousness as it was; my burning jealousy was the only thing keeping me in the moment. I got passing satisfaction as I could tell he was looking down at me. "Such a delight in so many ways. Oh, Kaitlyn, you're going to be a marvelous fuck. But there are a few things I need to take care of first. Come on, Jenna, get the rest of her clothes off, I want her skin exposed to me." She did as he asked, and soon I was fully naked on all fours, completely vulnerable to the whims of my two Doms for the night. Johnny pulled off his belt off his hips, letting his pants ride low on his waist, and doubled the leather strip over. For effect (and a damn good one), he took both ends in his hands and snapped it, causing a rifle shot sound to make me cringe. I didn't know what I wanted to do more: crawl to him to beg him not to hit me with it or wiggle my ass for a more appetizing target. Both seemed like good ideas, and he gave me plenty of time to weigh the options. Then slowly and methodically, he walked behind me and to my left. I couldn't slow my breathing or my heart rate. "Kaitlyn, what are you?" I was caught off guard. SLAP! My hesitation earned my first stroke with his belt; I was amazed by the amount of force he used and started to panic, wondering if I'd make it. "What are you?" he repeated calmly. "Sir, I'm a dirty little slut who gets wet for dominant men." His required speech from earlier. SLAP! "And what will dirty little sluts do for a dominant man?" "Whatever the man tells me to, Sir." SLAP! I cried out; the pain was becoming more intense. "What did I tell you to do earlier?" SLAP! "You said not to look at you, Sir." SLAP! "So why did you?" SLAP! I started to cry; he wasn't letting up. "I…I don't know…" SLAP! "Oh, you'd better do a hell of a lot better than that. Didn't I also tell you to give me straight answers?" SLAP! "And why didn't you address me correctly in front of Jenna?" SLAP! "I…" SLAP! "…I just…" SLAP! The blows started landing too fast for me to be able to think in between. I had nothing to give him, couldn't think of anything to say. A half a dozen more strokes, and my pussy had created a sizable pool of my juices on the floor. Aching all over, from need, from lust, from pain, I entirely broke. I cried and grabbed for his ankles. I buried my face and begged: begged for forgiveness, for him to stop, for him to keep going…nothing made sense, I was just begging. The blows stopped landing, but didn't have time to express any gratitude before he barked: "Stand!" I was on my feet, and instantly he jammed two fingers inside of me and pressed his thumb on my clit. I spasmed in orgasm immediately. My knees almost collapsed under me, and I seemed to lose voluntary control of every muscle. I fell against his chest and into his arms; he held me tightly in his arms, cradling me, supporting me, never relaxing his grip as his pumping hands drove me from one orgasm right into the next. My juices poured over his hand and I bit at his shoulder in reflex. He kissed my hair and murmured soothing reassurances: "good girl, that's my good girl, cum for me…" I barely noticed the soft thump of his jeans hitting the floor. My skin welcomed the coolness of the floor as he laid me back onto it. His hard hot body pressed against mine and his tongue raped my mouth. I so wanted him, I was finally having him, and tears almost fell in sheer bliss. I felt the hard hot length of him probing for entrance, and in a welcome display wrapped my legs around him with familiarity. The first thrust of him inside of me sent new waves of orgasm through me, and they continued through his hard deeply penetrating purposeful thrusts. I laughed softly from my core: pure…unadulterated…pleasure. My whole world was that moment. Nothing else mattered. I couldn't remember my own name. My entire identity was consumed by the waves of pleasure that flowed endlessly, brought on by the most beautiful medium imaginable. I wanted to melt into this man, this man who knew me better than my family, this man who could so comfortably push me into the forbidden territory I day after day tried to suppress. His beautiful deep voice replaced my own conscious thoughts; all my senses were slaves to his essence. Johnny My flittering eyes caught Jenna watching for a moment, and I smiled. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and I certainly didn't care. He was fucking me. I won. The rest of the night was a mindless fuck session between Johnny, Jenna, and me. All of us were too far gone in pleasure to adhere to rules, either created by Johnny or of our own inhibitions. We all did things to one another with a comfort and understanding that comes from the deepest primal urges in all of us, shocking, vile, and delectable. The details are too many and too frantic to write in coherent sentences. Nevertheless, to date it was the most wild, free, and wonderful sexual experience of my young adult life. I've never seen Johnny again. I try to tell myself that it's been unintentional, that I just happen to show up at the bar whenever he's not working, that we're both just fleeting conquests in the other's repertoire; neither of us ever cross the other's mind anyway. But if I were to be honest with myself, our solitary night together is likely to remain a bedrock of self exploration. It was a confirmation of who I am, what I want, and what I will do for the men I crave. I fear such men. I fear this honesty. I fear what it means for my intellectual side, for the girl walking down the street in the daytime, for my goals in life far removed from primal desire. I fear to look in his eyes again and be forced to admit the helplessness of my need. Therefore Johnny will forever be at a distance, appearing only in Brad's occasional smirk, Jenna's sporadic veiled comments, and always in my fleeting thoughts alone at night before I sleep. Good night Johnny, where ever you are right now…and whomever you're with. Johnny and Debs Try Swinging Johnny and Debs were a young married couple. They had been together for five years and had been married for the last three. They were both twenty five. Johnny worked in finance and Debs was a research scientist. They earned plenty of money for their age and they made sure that they enjoyed it. They worked hard and they partied hard. They had always had a very active sex life. Both were naturally horny a lot of the time and they were very adventurous in their love making. They certainly made love a lot in their house (every room in their house, including the garden shed) but they also enjoyed experimenting with other locations. The risk of getting caught always got them both very aroused. They had done it in the park, in clubs, in toilets, in their parents' lounges, in their car and in lots of other places. If there was a bit of privacy and they had a little time they would usually try and fit in a quickie. They were very happy with life but to keep everything fresh they liked to try new things. Their latest idea was to try swinging. They had always been faithful with each other and never had any intention of doing anything behind each other's backs. They were too much in love for that. They considered an open relationship but it just did not feel right. Whilst the idea of experiencing other people turned them both on, the thought of going out and developing other relationships, no matter how short, on their own did not. So the idea of swinging seemed ideal. They could be with other people but both be involved, be in the same room. Everything would be honest and out in the open. Johnny spent a few evenings doing research on the internet. Eventually, after many hours of browsing and the making of many phone calls he found a swingers' party that was within an hour's drive of their house. This was far enough away to maintain their secret locally but manageable to get there and back in one night. When the night came they were both very exciting and a little bit nervous. They did not really know what to expect. They had seen porn videos on the internet but they tended to fall into two categories. Many were actually professionally made films that made it all seem over glamorous with everyone being super-hot. The real ones were always very badly shot and so you could never get a true picture of the atmosphere and feel of the party. However, being the adventurous people that they were meant that entering the unknown made the whole experience more exciting for them. Johnny got dressed in a sharp black suit with a very thin, almost see-through, white shirt opened at the collar. When Debs saw him she swooned. 'Wow, you look hot, hot, hot. You're gonna get plenty of action tonight boy.' She laughed at her own trash talk. Johnny smiled at her. She looked amazing. She only had on her underwear and she had really dressed for the occasion. She had a white lacy bar, tiny white lacy panties and white hold-up stockings. As she laughed her ample boobs wobbled. Johnny was transfixed by them and felt himself getting hard. 'You better get ready quick, girl, or I'm not going to be able to control myself.' Johnny was looking straight into Debs' beautiful blue eyes as he spoke and she knew that he meant it. She was for a moment tempted to put off the party and make love to her man all night right there. She really wanted to go to the party though and so, after a little mental struggle with herself, she pulled on her tiniest sapphire blue dress. It was low cut at the front revealing a lot of cleavage and a bit of bra. It was also very short with a floaty skirt section. The tops of her stockings were clearly visible and when she bent down to put on her four inch blue stilettos she Johnny got a full view of her full round ass inside those tiny panties. He really was getting very hard now. He wanted to devour her right there and then. In an instant her shoes were on and she stood back up straight and her ass was once again hidden. They made their way to their car and drove off. Their slight nervousness meant that they were quiet for most of the journey; lost in their own thoughts about what might happen later. It took them an hour and ten minutes to arrive at the location of the party. Johnny thought that the setting was a bit of a 1970s cliché. The party was being held in a four bedroom detached house in a typical suburban scene. There were picket fences, well-trimmed hedges and perfectly manicured lawns as far as the eye could see. No-one would ever suspect what was going on behind door number eight. They walked up the garden path and Johnny knocked the door. A tall man dressed as butler answered and said 'Yes sir, madam?' 'Err, we are, err, here for the party.' Johnny suddenly felt a little unsure of himself and very nervous. These were unfamiliar emotions for Johnny. 'I have an email from Robert and Gail.' He pulled the sheet of paper out from his suit pocket and showed it to the butler. 'Very good sir. Please come in and enjoy yourselves.' He let them past and quickly closed the door behind them. They made their way into the very large open-plan living space. They stood by the door taking in the scene before them. The curtains were closed but the room was well lit with red lights, which gave it an almost seedy, dirty feel. A kitchen area was to their left with a partially eaten buffet laid out next to a wide variety of drinks. The most notable things however, were the thirty or so naked, or at least semi-naked, people crowded around four double beds that were located in the four corners of the room. All beds were occupied by couples in the throes of passion. Five couple in total were fucking like crazy. Three couples were doing it missionary style whilst the other two had the ladies on top. Most of the other people were watching whilst touching themselves. In several cases men were blatantly masturbating hard. Two ladies were giving guys blow jobs. It was a dirty, sexy scene and Johnny felt himself harden again. However, he did notice that they were by far the youngest people there. Everyone else was clearly middle aged. Some of them were obviously late middle aged. Most of the men were greying or already grey with the slightly portly physique that comes with good living. Most of the ladies were quite skinny but gravity was beginning to take its toll. Tits and asses were not as firm and perky as they once were. A brown haired lady, who must have been about fifty, spotted them and walked over. 'Welcome, welcome. You must be Debs and Johnny. I am Gail. We are all excited you are here. We don't usually get couples so young joining the fun.' She was bright and breezy and both Johnny and Debs liked her immediately. 'Now then, if you take your clothes off you can hang them over there.' She said pointing to a rack of clothes on coat hangers. 'Then come and join the fun. You can leave your undies on if you want. Someone else will remove those for you.' She said with a wink. Johnny checked out Gail's ass as she walked back to one of the beds. It was sagging a bit but it was still nice and round. He had not seen anyone he really found attractive and so he was a little worried that he would not be able to perform. Debs obviously did not have the same worries, she had already made her way over to the clothes rack and was about to lift her dress off when a man walked over to her. 'Hi, I am Charley.' 'Hello Charley, I am Debs.' 'Well Debs. Please let me say that you are stunning, a real beauty.' Charley was looking her up and down, mentally undressing her. 'May I help you with that dress?' 'Err, okay, I guess.' Debs replied and smiled at Charley. He was about forty, she guessed, and was quite attractive, nowhere near as hot as her Johnny but still not bad for an older guy. Charley stepped in and kissed her gently. Debs responded and so Charley pressed in harder and started to French kiss Debs. He was forceful and confident but gentle at the same time. His tongue played with Debs' in her mouth. One of his hands was caressing one of her boobs and the other was squeezing her ass. Debs had her eyes closed and felt herself getting slightly aroused knowing that Johnny was watching her make out with another guy. Charley continued kissing Debs as his hands went down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it over her head. He only stopped kissing when the dress reached her mouth. Charley stood back and admired Debs. Several other men had also started to watch her and Charley. One of the guys was already masturbating at the sight of Debs in her white underwear. 'Come with me.' Charley said as he took her by the hand and led her to one of the beds that had become free. Debs let Charley lead her. She looked Johnny in the eyes as she past him and smiled. Johnny smiled back and the bulge in his pants was becoming obvious. Johnny quickly got undressed and made his way over to the bed. When he got there he saw Debs lying on her back with Charley slowly removing her white panties. He was taking an age to slowly lower them down Debs' long shapely legs. Her freshly shaven pussy was exposed for everyone to see. Johnny could tell she was already wet. He noticed her looking at Charley lustfully. He had only ever seen that look on her face before he made love to her. It made him feel jealous. In fact his emotions were very confused. He was getting increasingly jealous seeing his wife with this older man and knowing what was about to happen. However, he was also turned on. His cock was now fully hard and was almost sticking out of the top of his boxer shorts. He was the one having a mental struggle now. Could he really let this happen? Could he bring himself to stop it? He was transfixed and could not move. Meanwhile the butler had brought over a platter of condoms to Charley, who took one and slipped it on his rock. Johnny noticed that Charley was about the same size as him (about eight inches). He also noticed that there were a lot of people watching, about fifteen, much more than any of the other beds. The opportunity to watch such a young woman had obviously created a great deal of interest. As Charley climbed on to Debs another guy pulled off her bra so that she was completely naked except for her stockings. Debs parted her legs to reveal her large, inflamed, wet lips. Charley kissed her again whilst the end of his cock hovered above Debs' pussy. After a few seconds he gently forced his cock deep inside her, all the time kissing her deeply. Charley pull himself out and then pushed himself back in again, slowly building up a rhythm. Debs' boobs bounced wildly as Charley got faster. Johnny looked at Debs' face and saw that he eyes were open but unfocussed. He often saw her like that when he was inside her, but this was different. His feeling of jealousy was very acute now. He felt it in the pit of his stomach. He was standing there watching some stranger fuck his wife and he was doing nothing about it. What the hell had he been thinking? He was seriously conflicted and so just stood and watched with a hard on in his pants. Debs now had her legs wrapped around Charley's back and she was pushing up every time he pushed his cock inside her, getting him in as deep as possible. She was so aroused, so turned on. All of these people watching her getting fucked by a stranger; most of all Johnny watching her getting fucked by a stranger. She could feel herself getting close. She lowered one of her hands so that she could play with her clit as Charley pounded away. Suddenly it hit her. Her back arched and she whispered 'Oh God yes, just there, just there, yes, that's it.' Debs' orgasm gave Charley extra encouragement and he started pounding faster and harder. Debs responded and started pumping again. She saw Charley's expression change. He looked almost pained and she knew he was about to cum. Charley pumped Debs as hard as he could until he exploded inside her. 'Ooooh' was all he could manage as he squirted his sperm inside her. When he had finished cumming her bent down and kissed her again. 'That was wonderful Debs.' 'Mmmmm' was all that Debs could say. She had loved it. She was so turned on and horny. As Charley got off she casually grabbed the cock of a guy standing near her head. She began rubbing it. Another guy stepped up to the other side of the bed. Debs took the hint and grabbed his cock too. Johnny could not believe what he had just seen. He was still conflicted but the sexiness of it was winning the battle. He felt like he would almost cum in his pants watching his freshly fucked naked wife masturbating two guys. Neither Debs nor Johnny notice another guy, this one about fifty, slip on a condom. He started to climb on Debs. 'Oh hello. Who are you?' she asked. 'I'm Todd and I'm going to fuck you good.' 'Ooh good.' Debs said as she noticed that, whilst Todd might be quite old and a bit tubby, he had a large cock, at least an inch longer than Johnny's. She looked over at Johnny, smiled and blew a kiss. He just stared back, still transfixed but he unconsciously caught the blown kiss and placed it in an imaginary pocket. Todd was obviously not one for any kind of foreplay. Without as much as a kiss he entered Debs. She gasped as she felt fuller than before, fuller than Johnny had ever made her. Todd surprised her. He was energetic and talented. He was fucking her enthusiastically and was hitting the spot every stroke. Debs did not even have to think about it. Her body automatically responded. Soon they were fucking like wild animals. It was fast and frantic and she felt amazing. It was almost too much for Johnny to bear. Without thinking he pulled his cock out and stated to rub as he watched his wife put on a show of unadulterated passion with this old dude. He started off slowly but he soon got faster as he watched his wife's body buck wildly, her boobs wobbling hard and fast until she suddenly went stiff and let out a scream as Todd made her cum for the first time. Todd was nowhere near finished yet. His stamina belied his age and looks. He was relentless and Debs was in heaven. She had never been fucked like this before. This man was pummelling her clit every stroke. She felt herself getting close to orgasm again. Johnny was now fully turned on and had lost almost all negative thoughts. The residual jealousy was making his arousal more extreme. Suddenly he noticed that Gail was kneeling next to him. She pulled his hand off his cock and took it in her mouth. He immediately started to fuck her face as he watched Todd and his wife. Gail devoured his throbbing cock, her head bobbing back and forth in time with Johnny's gyrations. It felt wonderful but Johnny knew he could not hold out much longer. As Johnny watched her whilst trying not to cum quite yet, Debs was panting hard with every stroke and he knew she was going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. This time Debs felt a big burning sensation deep inside her. It was building fast and she had no control of her body. Her pussy was pushing hard against Todd's balls as he pushed deep inside her every stroke. Then there was a loud and long scream and she came hard. Her body went into a repeated set of spasms and she let out a scream every time. This time Todd came at the same time, filling his condom with his white seed. Once spent he then fell on top of her. She laid back in post-coital bliss and gently stroked Todd's head as it lay cushioned on her boobs. She looked over at Johnny just in time to see him cum in Gail's mouth. She was quite surprised to see Gail swallow it all. She then watched as Gail stood up and kissed her man deeply. She thought that Johnny must be able to taste his own cum. She smiled and closed her eyes. This had been perfect; just what she had wanted. Johnny and Debs spent the rest of the night with their arms around each other watching others have sex. They both agreed it had been a great idea and that they had to do it again. Next time Johnny would have to find a lady to fuck so that Debs could watch. They kissed and left the party happy.