JohnJo's Cherry Popping Show

Johnjo is a fucking stupid name. There, I said it. It’s like their parents couldn’t decide on a name and so they just gave up and settled for two. That, and it has a distinct redneck kinda feel to it.

So you can imagine how hard I cringed when a submissive named Johnjo came to me. Now, I can’t give you his surname for anonymity reasons but I’d also like to add that that too began with a ‘J’. Honestly, I thought this bitch was about to hit me up offering cash-money for pictures of Spider-man! But he had a different request altogether.

JJ was eighteen years old and pathetically yet predictably, still a virgin; he requested my help in solving this problem.

Upon meeting, I could see no physical reasoning for his intact virginity; aside from his ridiculous curly hair which was cut in a way that made him look like an Alpaca. But other than that he was quite cute, with his sparkly green eyes and toned arms. We had spoken for some time before our session, but he was clearly still nervous; when he spoke, I noticed he had a slight lisp and mumbled frequently to cover it up.

He wanted to lose his virginity to a Domme who would make him feel like a dirty piece of meat. Pleasure and humiliation with an impersonal feel - he wanted me to make him my dirty little slut. I was only too happy to oblige.

Shortly after his arrival I silently led him in to the parlour, feeling him radiate with anxious energy and soaking up every drop. My stilettos cracked violently across the tile floor with quickening intensity and the tails of my black, fitted coat tickled the back of my calves in a sensual tease.

I glanced coyly over my shoulder as I stopped in front of the large vanity unit on the far side of the room.

“Come here!” I snapped

He had fallen a few paces behind, but my barked order sent him in to action in an almost comical manner. He dashed over, all fingers and thumbs and legs flailing everywhere; like a children’s cartoon character. For a moment I felt a certain fondness for him, which almost made me feel bad for what was to come. My groin felt heavy underneath my coat, weighted comfortably from my newly added appendage.

“Look in the mirror and tell me what you see!” I commanded him as I reached in to the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a long, thick pair of latex gloves. I could see confusion dancing behind his eyes as he searched his reflection, trying to second-guess what answer I wanted from him.

I snatched a fistful of his soft curls and pushed his head down and closer to the mirror, “Look harder!” He whimpered slightly as I pushed him so close that his nose touched the glass, fogging the surface.

“I see…your slave?” He questioned tentatively as he stooped awkwardly over the dresser, “Wrong!” I kicked his feet back a bit, bending him over further and shifting his point of balance, making it almost impossible for him to move away.

“Look HARDER!” I growled. He was so close and so focused on his reflection that it almost obscured me entirely, “keep looking and don’t you dare fucking move until you have a good answer!”

His “yes, Goddess” was almost a whisper and I decided to let the silence grow uncomfortable as I pressed up close behind him.

I could hear his short, nervous breaths catch in his throat as I snaked my arms around his waist and slowly undid his belt buckle, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his pants and underwear simultaneously. The poor little lamb was panting furiously already, his ragged sighs of anticipation the only sound breaking the charged silence.

I pulled back slightly and rhythmically ground myself against his firm buttocks with serpentine fluidity as I rolled on the latex gloves and pulled them in to place with a sharp snap. Through the thick rubber my hands felt like those of a stranger; and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them to his knees.

A soft, low-pitched groan escape his lips as I explored his thick shaft and tight little balls with my gloved hand and his squeak of disappointment when I stopped was even more delightful.

A grabbed a small bottle of lube from my coat pocket before shrugging it off to the floor, freeing my own hungry cock so that I could lube up the long, plastic dildo of my two-way strap-on.

“Well? Do you have a good answer yet?”

As he opened his mouth to reply, I grabbed his cock with my slippery latex hand and began to tug on his throbbing member fast and hard.

His gasped reply was almost unintelligible through his loud moans of pleasure,

“I…I’m…not sure…what you…want me to….say…Goddess!!”

I reached down with my other hand and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tightly as I jerked his thick shaft; squeezing them hard enough for him to yelp slightly.

Suddenly I stopped touching him, taking pleasure in his frustrated little grumbles. “I want you to say that you’re a dirty little slut!” I peeked over his shoulder so that he could look my reflection in the eye.

“I’m…your dirty little slut?” He offered.

I gave him another hard push to the back of his head and moved his feet even further back despite his grunts of protest.

“It’s not a fucking question. I want you to be sincere!” I spanked his ass with a hard, open palm; the stinging rubber echoing of his creamy skin. “I want you to say it with conviction and know it in your heart!”

“I’m a dirty little slut” He stated plainly.

I leaned right over him, feeling the tip of my strap-on nuzzling his ass crack,

“I still don’t believe you…” I whispered in to his ear as I gently parted his buttocks and let my toy explore him further. He tensed up slightly as the tip of my luminous pink dildo massaged his tight little anus, but his troubles seemed to melt as I began to stroke his cock once more.

I pushed a little harder against his ass, the resistance moving the second dildo nestled snuggly inside my hot, tight cunt. I moaned in delight and played with his cock even more, until his legs wobbled and he finally sighed and closed his eyes in pleasure.

With his defences relaxed and his hips aligned with mine, I thrusted forward a couple of inches; the tapered end of my invading strap-on sliding slowly in to his tight asshole. He cried out in what sounded like pain, but every time he did I re-doubled my hand job efforts until he moaned in ecstasy. With every cry of pain I quickened my pace, with every moan of pleasure I rammed my cock a little deeper. When his cock began to twitch and jerk as it neared orgasm I stopped touching him once again, leaving my big cock inside his stretched asshole.

“I’m a dirty little slut!” He gasped breathlessly, “I’m your dirty little slut, Goddess Thisbe!” His words seemed strained, as though begging me not to stop again.

“Still don’t believe you…” I shrugged and flipped the switch on my strap-on controls and set the vibrations to low, feeling him buck against me slightly as both dildos sprang to action.

He moaned, but now it sounded unsure, halfway between pleasure and pain. “I’m a dirty little slut!”

“Not yet you’re not!” I turned the setting higher, feeling my pussy spasm around the thick shaft pulsating against my G-Spot. We moaned in unison and I turned it higher, higher, and higher still until the vibrations buzzed aggressively inside each of us.

As my G-Spot took a beating, I thrust my hips with building enthusiasm; his cries just spurring me on. His head snapped back as he shouted, so I grabbed a handful of his hair again and pushed his head down viciously. I could feel the vibrations in every inch of my pussy, inside and out. I slammed my hips in to his ass and pushed my fat vibrator in to his delicate prostrate and used his dick as another handle as I fucked him harder and harder.

“I’m a dirty slut!” He shouted and I yanked his hair up so I could see his eyes tearing up as I penetrated him deeper, wanked him harder and fucked myself at the same time.

I could feel my orgasm building and as my clit began to explode in pleasure, my cunt tightened around the vibrator buried deep inside and cum gushed out of me in a rush that almost took my breath away. I buried myself deep inside him and stroked him until I felt his cock jerk uncontrollably and pulsate as he came under my expert touch and ejaculated with a shout,

“I am dirty little slut!”

I pulled out and away from him quickly and laughed.

“I know you are. You have five minutes to clean yourself up and get the fuck out of my sight…”

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He turned around to look at me as I bent to pick up my coat, then I walked out of the room without so much as a backwards glance.