Shadow of Doubt

by Sir Nathan

  I trembled and moaned loudly as he erupted in my mouth. Hot cum shot out over and over, coating my tongue and pooling behind my bottom teeth. Johan’s groans were music to my ears and I could feel my thighs trembling and my pussy twitching around the balls. By now my thighs were slick with my wetness and the car smelled of hot pussy. I hoped I wasn’t too late as I tried one more time to dislodge the Ben Wahs and incredibly, felt one drop out of me.

  “Mmmmmmm!” I moaned, feeling it dangle and swing back and forth on the string of latex connecting the two balls. I was in two minds as I continued sucking softly, enjoying the cum-coated head of Johan’s cock in my mouth. It was delicious and so nasty to swirl it around with my tongue while keeping a nice tight seal. At the same time I almost whimpered when I realised I could hardly find the strength to keep squeezing and pushing at the remaining ball.

  “Get it all baby, I’ll help you up. Remember, don’t swallow.” Johan’s fingers tightened in my hair and slowly raised me as I sucked his cum into the back of my mouth, using my tongue and lips to clean him. It hurts a bit when he holds me by the hair, but it’s so primal. It just makes me so wet.

  Just as I got to my knees and wrapped my arm around the back of the headrest again, we bumped up the driveway of a 7/11 and the other ball fell out of me and onto the seat. That was when I did whimper. I hadn’t realised we were off the highway and minutes from home. “Awww,” said Johan, noticing. “Poor baby. Not quite quick enough, were you?”

  I slowly shook my head and pouted a little. My body was trembling with need. Swirling his warm creamy load in my mouth distracted me though. I love having a mouthful of hot cum, having proof of the pleasure I’d given. My tongue swam in it, and I couldn’t help swallowing just a little when it slid to the back of my mouth. It wasn’t very much that I lost, and I dipped my head forward to let it gather behind my teeth again. “C’mon, let’s get an ice cream cone,” he said after parking.

  I shook my head harder and opened my eyes wide. Tipping my head back a little so I could talk, I opened my mouth and realised I wasn’t going to be able to speak properly without losing some. “Cag I wallow ig irst?”

  “No. C’mon. And if you spill, you may not clean up.” I closed my mouth and sighed through my nose. Chuckling, Johan got out of the car and I meekly followed. God, this was insane! I quickened my step to catch up to him and he took my hand in his. We walked through the automatic doors into the store, and straight over to the ice cream bar. The guy behind the counter came over and asked what we’d like. Johan thankfully ordered for both of us. I was in a daze and couldn’t exactly talk anyway, not without spilling a big load of cum down my chin. We moved over to the cash register to pay and Johan picked up four packets of a dozen condoms and said something that made me blush scarlet. “Will four packets be enough, baby? There’s a lot of guys at that party.” I almost swallowed so I could scream at him! I just shook my head in utter embarrassment and looked down at the floor. My face had never felt hotter. God knows what was going through the mind of the young guy behind the counter as he spoke.

  “There’s a ah, jumbo pack of a hundred on the ah, next shelf down.”

  “What a good idea,” said Johan, winking. “She’s going to be very busy tonight.” I almost died. I was trembling and my hand was gripping Johan’s just to keep from falling to my knees. I glanced up at the cashier guy and he was about to put the huge packet of condoms into a paper bag. “No bag,” said Johan. Then turning to me, he added, “you’ll carry them, won’t you, baby?” Mechanically I reached out and took hold of them as the guy slid the box across the counter to me. Johan was holding both ice creams in one of his hands as he asked me, “All set?” I nodded quickly at him and looked back down at the floor. I just wanted to get out of there! My pussy was dripping wet and my nipples were throbbing. I must have been a sight!

  We turned to leave and the guy bade us farewell. “Happy fucking!”

  All I could hear over the hissing in my ears was the young guy giggling and Johan laughing as we escaped into the night. Johan let go of my hand and opened the door of the car for me. Dropping the Ben Wahs in the centre console and climbing into the car, I was completely oblivious of the beaver I flashed him. I was just thankful I wasn’t making a public spectacle of myself anymore. Tossing the useless condom pack onto the floor, I took my ice cream before Johan closed my door for me. He made his way around to his side and I watched him all the way, shaking my head. He hopped in apparently pleased with himself and I just sat there, with an ice cream and a mouthful of cum.

  “Mmmmm ... cum and chocolate ice cream, baby. Eat up!” I almost giggled. God, I think I’m going nuts. I sucked ice cream into my mouth and shivered as I swallowed the mixture down. He was right. It was fucking yummy.

  “You bastard,” I whispered, as soon as I’d taken a breath. My eyes flashed and I grinned while at the same time I fought the desire to punch him in the shoulder as hard as I could. “That was so mean.”

  “Uh huh,” he agreed, crunching down on his cone and smiling at me as he chomped. “Exciting though, eh?”

  I slipped my tongue a little between my lips with a mind to giving Johan a taste of his own medicine. I let one corner of my mouth turn up in a sexy smile. I nodded slowly then licked at some imaginary ice cream.

  Bringing the cone up in front of me with one hand, I stroked the bottom two-thirds of the cone with my fingertips, just like it was a cock. Glancing down at Johan’s lap and noticing his cock was thickening all over again, I reached out to the ice cream and brushed the tip of my tongue over the top of the creamy treat.

  Ice cream has always been one of my weaknesses, and one that Johan fortunately, or unfortunately, controls. I can have it whenever he buys me one or makes me some at home. I actually asked him to make that rule. He thought it was silly but agreed. After two canings I didn’t sneak any ever again. I’m proud of myself for that. Johan is proud of me too. Horses for courses, I guess.

  I slid my tongue slowly round the ‘head’ of my ice cream, then closed my mouth, moaning softly, eyes sparkling. God, I love ice cream. Swirling the cold gooey sweetness around my mouth, I smiled as the rich taste of chocolate washed over my tongue and melted. I imagined I was mixing it with what was left of Johan’s cum and I almost moaned out loud when I swallowed. He was reaching to start the car, but he was looking right at me and couldn’t find the keyhole. I love the way he looks at me, I thought. With a flat tongue, I took a great big lick up to the top of the ice cream and swallowed it down.

  “That guy in there must think I’m a complete whore,” I whispered, before taking another lick.

  “Not yet you’re not,” Johan said, winking and popping the last of his cone into his mouth. I’m always amazed at how fast he can eat. Finally starting the engine, he guided us back out onto the road in the direction of our home.

  I finished my ice cream just before we pulled into our driveway. I grabbed the beach bag and hopped out before Johan took the car around the back of the house and into the garage. Bounding up the front steps two at a time, I thinking about how stunned I was by the day I’d had. I just wanted to rip my clothes off and get Johan to fuck me. Finding the key in the beach bag and turning it in the door, I started giggling. I can hardly wait! I thought, as I reached in and flicked on the light.

  “Surprise!” screamed a hoard of female voices.

  “Oh my God!” I shrieked. “You guys!”

  They assaulted me with greetings, kisses on my cheek, and apologies, blaming Johan for letting them in. Looking around the smiling faces, I realised it was almost every woman from our munch group. All subbies, switches and Dommes, every one of them. Flanked on each side, I was bombarded with questions about my day as I was guided through the entranceway and into the lounge and bar area. A chilled marguerita was pushed into my hand, and someone took the beach bag from me and deposited it in the kitchen. I was guided into a big leather chair and sat down. Excited faces surrounded me.

  There was Denise and Sa
ndy, Fi and Sapphire, Olga and my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Leah. Andrea and Helen, Georgina, Martelle and Amy-Lee made up the rest of the crowd. “Okay, what gives?” I asked.

  Just then, Johan strode into the room and we all turned and looked up at him. “I’m going out for a beer with some of the boys. I’ll be back in about two hours.” He looked straight at me with a stern face. “Be good,” he said seriously.

  “Oooooo!” chimed in a few of the girls.

  “Martelle is in charge, baby. Do as you’re told.”

  “OOOOOO!” they all shrieked like maniacs, drowning out my, ‘Yes, Sir.’ I nodded my agreement so he knew I understood. Martelle just smiled and I blushed, wondering what was going on. Johan left to a chorus of ‘byes’ and ‘be wells’. I heard the front door close, and everyone turned back to me.

  “Okay, come on. What’s this all about?” I insisted. Martelle stood up and all eyes turned to her. She’s a strikingly tall redhead and is slim and busty. She’s married and has kids, but is known to like having a girl now and then. She leaned over towards me and put her hand on a suitcase that I hadn’t even noticed lying on the coffee table. Everyone was really quiet, so when she whispered we could all hear her clearly.

  “It’s a lingerie and toy party,” she said, grinning.

  “YAYY!” everyone cheered.

  Chapter 8

  I tried to smile back at all the excited faces surrounding me. I mean honestly, the last thing I felt like was a lingerie and toy party. What I needed was a glorious body-wrenching orgasm, a cuddle, and a blissful, long sleep. I was pretty disappointed I wasn’t going to get an early night.

  I was sitting on a single sofa chair in the lounge room of my house. Around me was a semi-circle of ‘munch’ friends, women who were all members of our ‘lifestyle’, as it’s called. I had other friends too, and very good ones, but the things Johan and I got up to were not on their usual list of dinner conversations. If they knew the sorts of things we did, they’d think I was crazy and disown me! They just don’t understand ...

  But this group was way different. We talked openly and explicitly about anything and everything. I’d known each of them for at least a couple of years and without them I’d have gone crazy. But they’re also like terriers with a bone. Once they had hold of something, they just won’t let go, and the more embarrassing the better!

  So anyway, there I was, in the middle of this group of smiling and giggling girlfriends. I was still dressed in my tiny white cotton skirt and little pink tank top and I was covered in salt and bits of sand from the beach. With my curly blonde hair dishevelled, I must have looked like something out of Shipwrecked. Someone put a marguerita in my hand and thankfully, it was delicious.

  Olga, the one who usually arranged these parties, stood up and squealed as she spun around. The silk baby doll outfit she was wearing flared out from her hips, revealing I wasn’t the only one in the room not wearing panties. Or the only one that shaved! “Don’t you just love this outfit? I’ll be taking orders later!”

  “Olga, you certainly will be taking orders, if you don’t sit down and let Shannon relax for a minute,” said Martelle firmly.

  We all giggled and Olga pouted. “I’m sorry, I’m just excited. That’s all,” she said, sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

  “We can tell!” cried Fi, causing everyone to laugh all over again. For some reason they all seemed as nervous as I was.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s all relax, have a drink and settle down. There will be a lot of flesh on show tonight,” Martelle said, looking right at me. “I’d like to see a little decorum.”

  “And so would I,” said Helen quietly, her eyes flashing. Helen was one of the other Dommes. A beautiful woman who tied her straight blonde hair in a very severe ponytail, she was about thirty-five, and ten years older than me, but didn’t look like it. Her eyes were cat-like and she was very serious but also very sexy-looking. It was also common knowledge she was strict, lesbian, and ‘between submissives.’ She sat back in her chair, quietly sipping her drink through a straw with a wry smile on her face.

  I realised my knees were about an inch apart and she was glancing between them. Snapping them shut, I averted her eyes and pleaded with Martelle, “May I have a really quick shower, please?”

  “In a few minutes, Shannon. We are all very excited to hear about your day,” Martelle said and chuckled. She flashed a wicked smile that said she knew what I’d been up to. I sighed and blushed, and my stupid nipples started to harden. Throwing back the last of my marguerita, I put the glass down on the coffee table in front of me.

  “Someone refill that,” directed Helen.

  “I’ll do it,” said Olga happily, standing and twirling the baby doll outfit all over again.

  “Olgaaaaa!” cried all the subbies. She just giggled and grabbed my glass, bending right over in front of Sandy and wiggling her tush. Sandy smacked her bare ass so hard it made a loud ‘crack!’ noise and everyone laughed as Olga walked out pretending to be chastised, her eyes dancing. Martelle and Helen just looked at each other and shook their heads.

  Georgina, the last of the Dommes, asked Sapphire, her submissive, to help Olga refresh the drinks. She rose soundlessly, following Olga into the kitchen. Sapphire was the youngest of us subbies, and she had the slimmest, longest legs of anyone in the room. I glanced across and saw Georgina’s eyes following her hungrily. Even Helen could barely tear her eyes from Sapphire’s little bubble-butt as it swayed in her tight, low-rider jeans. Everyone else sipped their drinks and watched her enviously. She and Olga soon returned, Olga with my refilled glass in one hand, and a new pitcher of margueritas in the other. Sapphire carried another pitcher. I was glad I wasn’t driving.

  They refilled everyone’s glasses and I started to relax, no doubt due to the tequila, and the fact that everyone was chatting and I wasn’t in the hot seat. But of course that wasn’t going to last long. About ten minutes later, Martelle interrupted the chatter. “Okay everyone, I know you are all pleased to see each other, but I am still very interested in Shannon’s day, and I think the rest of you will be too.”

  I blushed all over again and dropped my head, shaking it behind my blonde tresses. Everyone immediately realised something was up.

  “Well?”

  “Come on, we want to hear!”

  “Yeahhhh ... what did you do?”

  My best friend, Leah, leaned up from where she knelt and ran her hand over my hair, whispering, “You’re among friends here, Shannon. No need to be bashful.” She smiled into my eyes and I thought she was the nicest friend I ever had in the whole world. I leaned against her hand a little and took a deep breath. At that moment she reached out and gave me a wrenching nipple twister that made me gasp! Well, I was out of my seat and tickling her in about a second. I moved so quickly that in moments I had her pinned to the ground with my knees on her elbows. She squealed, “Let me gooo! Let me gooooo!”

  Everyone cracked up laughing and I think even Helen was smiling. Leah is really ticklish so I didn’t tickle her for too long or she’d have been in tears. She really hates it too because it makes her so wet. No one else knew that, but they all were a bit surprised when I leaned down and apologised, kissing her softly on the lips. When I let her up, she climbed back onto her cushion, breathing as hard as I was.

  “Okay, no more time wasting,” said Martelle, though she was smiling too.

  Sandy piped up in her little voice. “Yeah, I want to hear about Shannon’s day!”

  “Okay, okay,” I said, leaning back in the chair and sighing heavily. “I’ve had a day I’ll never forget.” I bit my lip and glanced at Martelle.

  “Oooo, do tell then!” cried Leah with a smirk.

  “What happened?” Fi asked, smiling. “What did that horrible Johan do to you?”

  “Well, it wasn’t so much what he did to me,” I replied. “It was more what he made me do.”

  “Oooo, like what?” asked Denise, always the inquisitive one.


  “This is so embarrassing ...”

  “Why? What did he make you do?” whined Sandy.

  “Well, first he made me take my toys and put them in the glove box of the car.”

  “That’s not very exciting.”

  “I had to carry them in my hands!”

  “In the driveway?” Leah gasped. “Which toys?”

  I nodded. “My butt plug and my dildo! I was so turned on by the thought of being caught, I was literally um ... you know, making a mess.”

  “You were dripping,” corrected Martelle.

  “Um, y-yeah. God, you guys, I’d barely shoved them in the glove box before a school bus drove by. It was so embarrassing, and so exciting. Anybody could have seen.”

  “And then what?” asked Leah, enthralled.

  “Then we drove to the beach.”

  “It was an interesting drive, wasn’t it?” asked Martelle.

  I blushed and nodded slowly, wondering how little I could get away with telling. I could feel my nipples screwing into little points. “We took the Mustang,” I began.

  “Oooooo, I love that car,” piped up Fi. “Was the top down?”

  “Yes,” I replied, continuing. “And Johan made me um ...”

  “Go on. We’re all friends here,” urged Leah.

  “I know, but I’ve never done adventurous stuff like this. It was hard enough doing it, let alone telling you all about it while I’m still hot and bothered.”

  “That’s her good girl talking. Someone get her another marguerita,” said Amy-Lee, giggling. Leah refilled my glass and I threw it back with a flourish, almost immediately feeling the colour rising in my cheeks.

  “Woohooo! Johan better watch out tonight!” said Fi, laughing. I giggled too. Oh, what was the use? They were going to get it all out of me eventually. I may as well just get it over with sooner, rather than later, and then we can get this party over with and then ...