Getting Rowdy

by Drew Sera

  “Did you come to America alone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Nineteen is pretty young to come to a new country all alone.”

  She shrugged and set her bear down gently on the pillow before jumping up and crossing the room to a container.

  “Wanna see my toys?” she asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

  Coming to the U.S., her life in Amsterdam and after care are all conversations that she struggles with, and then the spunky, firecracker takes over. She’s protecting herself, and I realize that.

  “You’re asking me if I want to see the things you pleasure yourself with…absolutely, sweetheart.”

  She had a huge smile on her face and brought the little box over and sat on the floor in front of me. When Kelsie removed the lid, I leaned over and looked down at the contents. As I was doing this, the realization dawned on me that I needed this girl in my life. I sat on the bed above her, my feet parted, looking down at the box of little treasures my little one brought to me. She naturally went to this position with me. She could have sat back down on the bed beside me, but she went to this submissive position. Though she spoke with such enthusiasm about the toys and held them up, I didn’t hear a word she said. I was trying to process this moment. Kelsie continued to hold up a toy and looked at me with those playful eyes while she talked about them. As I watched her, I was certain there was a little girl trapped in this young woman. I had a strong feeling that Kelsie, at one time, had been a little girl searching for love and affection. She continued, looking up at me, her eyes screaming for acceptance and approval. I just wanted to hold her, but I knew she wouldn’t let me.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. Tell me again which one is your favorite?”

  I reached down, cupped her cheek and let my thumb stroke her lips. She blushed, and I swear I felt her lean into my hand.

  “This one!” She exclaimed as she held up a bright purple butt plug that had four beads on it.

  I nodded and took it from her hands and ran my fingers over each bead, feeling for any sign of a seam that may cause pain or an abrasion. It felt nice and smooth and I looked down at her with raised eyebrows.

  “Tell Daddy, when do you use this?”

  I held the toy in front of her and between my knees so that it was eye level with her. I wanted her to watch me run my fingers over the beads.

  “Sometimes at night.”

  “Do you sleep with it in?”

  “No, I’ve been scared to try it all night.”

  I nodded and told her that I understood.

  “Do you like the way it feels when you push it inside?

  She looked up at me and nodded. In her box of toys, I saw a little container of lube and picked it up. I motioned for her to stand and gently pulled her closer, so she stood between my parted legs. I undid her jeans and slid them down to just above her knees. I pressed a few fingers over her panties, against her pussy; wet, as I expected.

  “Put your hand in your panties, little sub. Good girl. Get a finger nice and wet.”

  I gave her a moment to collect the juices. Taking hold of her wrist, I pulled her hand out of her panties and guided it to her mouth.

  “Suck, little one.”

  This was very sexy, and my cock was ready pressing against the fly of my pants.

  “Daddy’s going to give you your toy.”

  With her lips parted, Kelsie’s eyes concentrated on mine. Her arousal was evident to me, though she wasn’t mouthy or feeling like she had to toss in a comment. I pulled her t-shirt off and unhooked her bra, freeing her firm tits.

  “Daddy loves these,” I said just before licking one of her nipples and taking it into my mouth.

  She giggled and put her hands on my shoulders for balance. I licked, sucked and let my tongue and teeth play with her nipples while she laughed. She’s too cute.

  “Time to fill this little ass.”

  I pulled her panties down, just enough to lube her asshole and pulled her across my lap. I used her pussy juice to prep her ass but used the lubricant from the bottle to make her toy nice and slick.

  “Do you prefer a good amount of lube, little sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I nodded, even though I knew she couldn’t see me.

  “I’ll make it nice and slick.”

  Once lubed generously, I concentrated on her face as I pushed a bead inside her ass. Her eyes closed and she wore a smile. I fed her ass the rest of the beads and gave her a swat. Her eyes popped open, and she laughed. These beads were comfortable for her. I would get her some that would be just a little bigger and would cause a different reaction.

  I helped her stand, and I had to reach out and tweak those nipples as they stared at me. Her panties were pulled down just below her ass, and the jeans still hung around her knees. She looked beyond sexy to me. I lightly teased her clit, and she looked like she was in heaven.

  “Do you like that, little one?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  When she looked like she might come, I withdrew my fingers and stood up, pulling my shirt off. I undid my pants, pulled a condom from my wallet, stepped out of shoes and clothes, and lay on her bed. I helped Kelsie straddle my thighs with her back facing me, while I unrolled the condom down my shaft. Once her pussy was kissing the head of my cock, I pulled her down on it in one move.

  “Oh! Daddy!”

  Fuck. Kelsie was doing me in with this title.

  “Lean forward, put your hands on my lower legs and hold on little one.”

  I took hold of her hips to hold her in place while I pounded her pussy. Her finger nails were digging into my lower legs, but I didn’t mind. I guided her hips up and down my shaft until I finally released. Unfortunately, with my dick wrapped, she wouldn’t enjoy the benefit of my warm cum, but perhaps it’s something we can revisit soon. I thought I felt her pussy clench my cock, so I reached out and tugged on the pull ring of her anal bead toy.

  “Ahhh, Da-ddy.”

  “Come for me, little sub. Come on,” I encouraged and tugged the second bead out of her as she moaned.

  Her pussy was contracting around my cock, and she began moving her hips back and forth again. With her head tilted back and her hair spilling over my stomach, I made one last pull, and her toy came free, along with another moan. Knowing that I had a tiny window to provide care; I quickly sat up. The positioning we had been in allowed me to easily sit up, pull her back against my chest and wrap my arms around her.

  I had my arms around her for maybe fifteen or twenty seconds before she began to try and shrug out of them. I slowly released my grip so she wouldn’t feel trapped and panic. I promised her this afternoon that I would not push her too much. Not until I have this figured out.

  She started to move away from the bed, but I reached for her hand and tugged her to sit back down.

  “You can sit here beside me, little one. Just for a few minutes,” I said calmly and quietly.

  She relented and sat next to me with her hands on her lap. I kept my hands on my knees so she would be able to see them. I needed to figure this behavior out so I can understand why she pushes away. Being in my late forties, I’ve seen just about everything in the lifestyle regarding triggers and behaviors, or why people might react certain ways to certain scenes or aspects of scenes. If I could understand the source, I could help make this enjoyable for her.

  Walking away, was no longer an option. My heart’s invested in Kelsie, and she easily meets my need to nurture and be the Daddy Dom I love being. Lost in my thoughts, Kelsie leaned against me and wrapped her arm around my bicep.

  “Good girl, Kelsie.”

  When I turned my head and kissed her forehead, she climbed onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me. This girl wants affection but is scared of it too.

  “I have you, my sweet, rowdy girl.”

  She didn’t say anything while in my arms, and I was all right with that. I just really wanted her to feel the closeness. She needed it desperately. I held her until she began
to wiggle, indicating that she had reached her tolerance.

  I cleaned her up and helped her into some clothes and kept an eye on her demeanor while I got dressed. By the time I left, she was back to her energetic, bubbly self.

  “Be a good girl for Daddy and eat a healthy dinner and get some sleep. You look tired, little one.”

  “It’s because you fucked me,” she teased.

  I nodded and kissed her lips before I got into the car and headed home. Part of me didn’t want to leave her right now.

  When I pulled into my driveway, Noah’s truck was still there. Fuck, does he just have a twenty-four-hour erection? Being only twenty-three, Noah probably does have a constant erection. As I walked into the house, I could hear leather on flesh and stopped in my tracks. It wasn’t coming from our play room, so I headed toward the living room and the sounds of leather and the moans of a young man.

  I took a seat in my leather chair and watched the show. My wife had Noah naked, and his wrists cuffed to a spreader bar. Noah was completely bent over and exposed; ass wide on display, balls dangling and his hard on bobbing against his stomach. Cathy was using a leather paddle on his ass. Noah’s ass was a bright red, and I had a feeling she’s been working on him for a while.

  “Darling,” I said, getting Cathy’s attention.

  Cathy looked over at me and smiled.

  “How was Kelsie?”

  “Good. I think Kelsie likes the idea of a designated day of the week.” I paused while Cathy’s swing was in mid motion. “Did Noah eat my cum out of your ass and pussy?”

  “He did!”

  “Noah,” I called out.

  “Yes, sir,” Noah replied, his voice sounding a tad congested from being bent over.

  “Noah, did you fuck my wife?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Details, Noah,” I prompted while I kept my eyes on Cathy.

  “I fucked her outside on the patio, sir. And in the spa, sir…and here in the living room.”

  “Condoms?” I directed my question to Cathy, and she nodded as Noah confirmed verbally. “Sweetheart, the boy’s face is getting really red.”

  Cathy took my hint and uncuffed Noah. He stood upright to his full height and stretched while his erection bounced and moved with him.

  “Darling,” I made an upward nod at Noah’s hard dick, hoping she would know what to do.

  Cathy smiled and lowered herself to the floor and took Noah deep in her mouth. She sucked him to a quick release. Noah didn’t have the skill of delaying his orgasm. He came down my wife’s throat not even two minutes into it.

  “Noah, buddy, you’ve got to work on that. You barely have your cock in there, and you’ve already come.”

  Noah nodded. “I know, sir. I’m going to work on it. I took forty swats this afternoon for coming too early.”

  I raised my eyebrows at Cathy. I was proud of her. I invited Noah to stay for dinner. After all, he’s been tending to my wife all afternoon. I could feed the guy.

  I made dinner while the two of them had some after care and then each went to take a shower. Noah came downstairs first and was wearing the same clothes he had on when he arrived.

  “May I help, sir?”

  I let him set the table, and I took it upon myself to learn a bit more about this young man.

  “How long have you identified as submissive?”

  “College, sir.”

  I let Noah chat all he wanted during dinner; my God the guy can eat. I learned that Noah had attended college for a few semesters and had to drop out due to cost. He’s bisexual, which I think I knew, but wasn’t one hundred percent certain. I believed that Paul had played with him.

  “So, you had fun with Kelsie today?” Cathy asked me when we were finally in bed.

  “I did.”

  I went on to explain my observations with Kelsie and the after care. Cathy agreed with me that I need to find the source of her worries.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  June 2003

  Things have been progressing nicely with Kelsie for a few months now. She and I had been spending the day together on Tuesdays, and we played together when she came to the club on guest nights. While I’ve learned a lot about her during this time, there is also a lot that remains a mystery.

  Kelsie does let me hold her for a while after our play for the most part, but there have been some deeper scenes where afterward she retreats. We’ve negotiated to a common ground that in those cases where she feels like she can’t be touched, that she must at least stay in the same room with me. So far, it’s worked out. She keeps to herself for a while and then will hold onto me. It’s not perfect, but she’s learning to trust me, and that’s what’s important.

  Cathy and I sat outside on the patio and had coffee to begin our day, as we do on most mornings. This morning was a little different though. I planned on talking to Cathy about us visiting the idea of adding Kelsie permanently to our home. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and have tried planning out this conversation in my mind.

  My nerves were starting to get the best of me. Setting my coffee cup down, I reached for Cathy’s hand. I hardly get nervous about things, but this was something that I felt very strongly about, and I want it to work. I need this and can't suppress it any longer.

  “Blake, what is it?” Cathy asked, saving me the agony of continuing to run through this in my head.

  “Darling, I would like for us to make Kelsie a permanent fixture in our life. I can make this work between us.”

  She stared at me for a moment and picked up her mug. Her eyes never left mine as she peered over the rim of it at me.

  “You've already made her a permanent play partner, Blake.”

  I nodded at her statement.

  “I know, darling. You’ve helped me realize that I need this dynamic in my life. And I'll admit, as much as I didn't want my heart involved, it is. This isn't just purely sexual.”

  “She’s a lovely girl. And I know it's not just sex, Blake. You need to be able to take care of people. You take excellent care of me, and you’ve pulled Anthony under your wing, but I know that this is a little different with Kelsie.”

  I smiled at my wife as she expressed that she knew how important this was to me and how much I needed it. She suggested that we try a trial week with Kelsie in the house. My cock began to imagine two sexy submissives in my home.

  After Cathy and I had discussed our rules and each of us voiced what we would and would not allow during the week, I called Kelsie and asked her if she'd like to stay with Cathy and me for a week, and we could see if we could make it work. The plan was for her and me to play tonight at Irons, and then I'd bring her home with me. Cathy already had a scene arranged with Noah, so to be fair about this, I told her that she could bring Noah home tonight as well if she'd like. Noah has become a pretty permanent play partner for her as well.

  Hours later, I stood behind the bar of Irons and was talking to Colin and Anthony about this plan. I valued their opinions and would be interested in their thoughts on the matter. They've seen me play with Kelsie and both of them know what it means to me.

  “So, you're going to be having little Kelsie in the house for a week?” Colin asked.

  “And Cathy,” Anthony added.

  “Yes,” I answered. “And possibly Noah.”

  Anthony tilted his head back and smiled.

  “Orgy at the Eriksson residence.” Colin joked and playfully punched Anthony in the arm.

  “Fuck!” Anthony hissed and pounded his fist on the bar.

  “Damn, Blake. That's going to be one hot household for the week.” Colin added and shut his eyes. “Yes, I’m picturing this now…damn.”

  “Fuck, yes!” Anthony mumbled.

  I rolled my eyes at the pair. I should have known better than to continue this conversation while the two were getting blowjobs by two unattached bottoms below the bar top. Anthony was gripping the edge of the bar as Colin tried to conceal his orgasm. He still grunted out his rel
ease and then helped the girl up off her knees.

  I pushed a glass of water toward Colin, and he encouraged the young lady to drink the water. The whole bar shook as Anthony pounded his fists again on the bar top and mumbled, “Harder! Fuck, fuck, just like that,” right before he came.

  Like Colin, he also helped the girl up and gave her the glass of water I put in front of him. Anthony looked completely relaxed and smiled at me.

  “Sorry, Blake. What were you saying?” Anthony joked.

  “He's having Kelsie and Noah stay at his house for a fuck fest,” Colin teased as he winked at me.

  “Fuck, can I sleep over too? Not to participate, but to watch. I like watching,” Anthony said excitedly.

  “Yeah, me too. I always get hard watching you and that naughty little lady,” Colin added.

  I smiled at Colin’s reference to Kelsie and watched the two bottoms kiss the guys on their cheeks and saunter away. I shook my head and smiled. Colin and Anthony have become the guys that girls came early for, hoping to have a scene negotiated with them.

  “What time are you playing with the little girl?” Anthony asked.

  I looked over Colin’s shoulder and saw that Kelsie had just walked in. She made eye contact with me, smiled, waved and started to walk over.

  “Here comes trouble,” Anthony said quietly so only the three of us could hear.

  I moved to the front of the bar and wrapped her up in a strong hug, rubbed up and down her back and kissed her forehead. She was wearing a cute plaid skirt and a white tank top that was tight across her chest.

  “How was your day, little one?”

  “Good! I ran some errands.”

  “What did you eat today?”

  “I had fruit for breakfast, skipped lunch and then had soup and a sandwich for dinner.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her for having skipped lunch.

  “Did you touch yourself this morning, little one?”

  I could instantly tell that she had but hating telling me that she had.

  “Sorry, Daddy. I had needs,” she said playfully, knowing damn well that she has her little fingers wrapped around my heart.