Let Me Be Your Truth

by Lynsey M. Stewart

  ‘Relax. You’re with me.’

  He revved the engine of the bike and we took off along a winding driveway towards a house not dissimilar to that of my parents’. As we reached the top, there were several cars parked. Most of them looked exceptionally expensive, but some of them had seen better days.

  As he cut off the engine, I felt like I had been plunged into silence, but my head was screaming with the possibilities of what we were doing there. ‘Is this what I think this is?' I said as I took off the helmet and shook out my hair.

  ‘What do you think it is?' he replied calmly as he lit up a cigarette. I looked up at the house and took a deep breath, covering my face with my hands. He smiled and tried to pull them away. ‘No one is going to hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to do. They're friends of mine. Matt used to supply me with weed, but he's been clean for three years. The only addiction now is the high he gets from sex. He throws parties for like-minded people every so often.'

  ‘How often?’

  ‘Five or six times a year. I got invited tonight, so I wanted to bring you.' His eyes dazzled as the light of his cigarette caught them. ‘It's couples only, so there's no weirdo's looking for kicks. I've told them we've been together a while so we may need to put on more of a display. Holding hands, shit like that.'

  I was OK with the shit like that. I craved shit like that.

  ‘How many times have you been here?’ I asked, brushing down my skirt in the hope I wouldn’t be showing too much flesh. What an idiot. Only I would want to keep it classy at an orgy.

  ‘A few.’

  ‘Who did you bring?’ I asked.

  ‘Kate, stop. I'm not going down that road. What does it matter anyway?’

  ‘When were you last here?’

  A few months ago, maybe more,’ he replied, the cigarette balancing on his lip as he talked.

  ‘What exactly goes on? Swapping partners? Eating canapés off breasts? Whipping each other with dog tails?’

  ‘Cat O’ nine tails,’ he smirked. ‘Yes, if that's what you want.’

  ‘What if I don't?' Oh God, what was I doing? I was happy with discovering my sexual side, but I wasn't sure that involved multiple partners or pain of any sort. My thresholds were pretty low. I once fainted when I got a splinter in my finger.

  ‘I told you; you won't be made to do anything you’re not comfortable with.’

  ‘So what's the point of bringing me here?’ I asked. ‘To watch?’

  ‘Yes.’ His breath hitched. ‘But I also remembered you saying that you liked the idea of people watching me fuck you,’ he said, kissing my neck in the way he knew drove me wild. ‘I have a feeling you'll like what I have in mind. Trust me; isn't this all about opening you up to new opportunities? Embracing your sexual side?’ He pulled me towards him. He was so big I rested my head on his shoulder. ‘Trust me.’ He took my hand as we crossed the driveway. The noise of the gravel under my feet was a welcome distraction to the voices of doubt in my head.

  ‘I won't leave you alone. I promise you're safe.’ He must have heard them.

  I took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell. The house was very modern looking, all sleek windows and dark wood. It was surrounded by land and lit up with silver posts of light lining the driveway. Not at all what you would expect. So far, sex parties in suburban Nottingham did not fit the stereotype in my head.

  ‘Danny! So good to see you. And this must be Kate. Come on in.' A woman with dark hair piled on top of her head and bright red lipstick, a focal feature of her face, welcomed us in. She was wearing leather leggings and a chiffon blouse covered in red roses . Her heels clicked along on the wooden floor as we trailed behind her. She looked younger than her age. I guessed she kept herself trim with morning gym routines and kale smoothies for breakfast and lunch but allowing herself a chicken salad for dinner as a naughty twist to the diet. Botox and a facelift were obviously Christmas treats from her husband, who didn't care what she did with his money as long as she looked great.

  ‘You're looking gorgeous as ever,’ She said as she kissed Danny on both cheeks. Her hand lingered against his neck, making me wonder if they had been intimate at one of these parties in the past. The look of lust on her face made me assume they had. I locked my hand firmly in his.

  ‘Milly, this is Kate,' Danny said. ‘Milly arranges the parties with her husband, Matt.'

  ‘Danny, hey! So good to see you.' An insanely handsome older guy wandered down the corridor clutching a bottle of whiskey under his arm and three glasses balancing in the palm of his hand. His dark hair was peppered with grey, but that only made his bright blue eyes pop.

  ‘Matt, this is Kate,’ Danny said as they both slapped each other on the back. I smiled as I wondered if it was a sex party mating ritual. I really needed stop with the nervous mind wanderings. They weren’t doing my anxiety any favours.

  ‘Kate,’ Matt said, as he looked me up and down. ‘Lovely.’ I walked back a step as my mind was telling me to run but Danny's hand reassured me with a soft squeeze. ‘You're welcome here, sweetheart.’

  ‘Don't even think about it,’ Danny laughed. ‘She's mine.’

  ‘Lucky fuck! Come on. I'll take you through.’

  There was soft candlelight and low background music. I couldn't help but notice the house was very classily decorated with wooden floors and neutral tones. My mum would have loved it aside from the bowls of condoms, although they were very obviously real crystal.

  ‘Don't look so scared,’ Danny whispered into my ear, knocking me senseless with his natural smell. How did he manage to do that? It was like his natural pheromones lulled me into a slightly hypnotic state, immediately relaxing me. I felt safe with him, even in this highly unusual situation.

  A sex party! Who was I? I needed to think this through properly, put my sensible Kate head on. What if a client was here? Oh God. What if someone I knew from home was here? What if mum’s chiropodist was wandering around wearing latex? Holy fuck. Fuck was required. If ever a situation required choice language, this was it.

  ‘Everyone! You know Danny, and this is the lovely Kate.' Matt gestured for us to go through to the lounge where a group of people smiled at us. Various men clapped Danny on the back—definitely a mating ritual—and women, who I assumed were their partners, appreciated Danny with their eyes but immediately started chatting to me. Anyone looking in on the situation would assume it was a group of friends getting together for a dinner party. People were helping themselves to nibbles and the alcohol was flowing. Aside from the bowls of condoms, there wasn't a hint of what I assumed would be taking place later.

  ‘It’s your first time, isn’t it?’ A woman wearing a beautiful black dress fitted to look like a second skin was sitting next to me on the large settee. She handed me a glass of wine from a tray on the coffee table. ‘I can see it in your eyes. Panic. Wonder.’ I smiled and took a drink. ‘Danny’s a good teacher. You’ll be in safe hands with him.’ How right she was. ‘You look good together. Have you been seeing each other long?’ she asked with a questioning eyebrow.

  ‘Erm…a few months.’

  ‘That’s good going. He doesn’t usually go for anything long term. You must be special,’ she said as she patted me softly on my arm. I wasn’t sure if she was actively trying to be patronising or if it just came naturally to her. ‘Tell me, wide-eyed girl, why are you here?’

  I choked on my drink and she passed me a small napkin. ‘Sorry, your question took me by surprise.'

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Yes. Isn’t it obvious why I’m here?’ I asked.

  ‘No. No, it isn't,' she replied. ‘Forgive me but you look terrified. It's your first time at a party and you've arrived with the most sought-after man in the place. You're very intriguing, Kate.'

  ‘Why are you here?’ I deflected.

  ‘I like men to watch as I’m being fucked by my husband.’

  ‘OK.’

  ‘Too direct?’ she asked.

  ‘No. I envy anyon
e that can say what they want without fear.’

  ‘You can’t do that?’ she replied as she sat back.

  ‘I’m learning.’

  ‘So, start here. What do you want to happen tonight?’

  ‘I’m not sure,’ I said as she smiled briefly.

  ‘Take your time to explore. Try to relax. Watch before you partake. Make sure you feel comfortable and let Danny guide you. The rest? Let your instincts take you there.' She got up and started to walk towards a man chatting to another woman. He was stroking her face but pulled back as she approached. ‘Oh, and Kate,' she called back. ‘Have fun!'

  After more small talk with a woman who encouraged me to consider swapping partners with her and discovering that most of these couples were wealthy business owners of various varieties, I noticed a few people disappear. As I scanned the room, my eyes met Matt's, who raised his whiskey glass to me. I felt Danny's hand clasp tighter on my thigh and took in the tight smile he reluctantly returned. He seemed nervous but I couldn't put my finger on why. He'd been to these parties before. He wanted to bring me here. I wasn't sure what had changed.

  ‘Why don't you show Kate around?' Matt suggested. ‘Show her what we have to offer.' Danny took my hand, essentially ignoring Matt. Some of the women I had been chatting with had said pleasant goodbyes, but it was apparent the tension in the room was changing. The couple in the corner of the room kissing each other enthusiastically as another couple watched them was a pretty obvious visual clue.

  ‘You OK?’ Danny asked as he led me to the stairs.

  ‘Yeah, I'm just beginning to wonder if you've brought me to a suburban dinner party. I'm slightly disappointed at the lack of action.'

  He smiled. ‘We need to fix that then, don’t we?’

  I was just admiring the shiny wooden floors and heavy oak doors when we came to a stop. ‘You see the rooms along here? If the doors are shut, you have to be invited in, but if they are open, you're free to join in or watch.'

  ‘Are they going to be having sex?’ I gasped, suddenly realising the enormity of this.

  ‘You wanted action,' he smiled as he led me through the open door on our left. The room was dimly lit and black chairs lined the walls. There was a large bed in the middle. Two men were sitting on chairs either side and a younger woman was in the middle of the bed. She had removed her dress and was sitting on her knees. Her underwear was decadent, red silk with lace panels. She had long blonde hair that was cascading around her shoulders and the grin as she saw Danny was hard to miss.

  ‘Are you joining us, Danny?’ she asked. I crooked my arm around his waiting for his response.

  ‘Not tonight, sweetheart,’ he replied calmly as he ushered me out of the room.

  ‘You know her?' I said, looking up at him as he folded me into his body.

  ‘Stop wondering if I’ve fucked everyone in this house. You won’t enjoy it. Just relax.’ He kissed the top of my head as we moved to the next room. There was certainly no mistaking the noises of a man and woman in the middle of a very heated situation. ‘This room is set up in a similar way but as you can hear, there’s more going on. Are you ready? We can just sit to the side and watch,’ he said. I nodded my head and took a sharp intake of breath as we made our way inside.

  There was a much larger bed at the back of the room. A man was sitting in one chair with his black trousers undone, displaying his deep V and a smattering of hair, the top of his cock visible. Another man, stunning to look at, was whispering into the ear of a woman equally as stunning. She was naked from the waist up, and he couldn't take his eyes away from her. On the bed was a couple that I had chatted with when we first arrived. I remembered blushing stupidly when she told me the main reason she came to the party was that she enjoyed being watched. She was lying on her back, her legs wide apart as her partner thrust himself into her. She lifted her head and smiled at Danny, brushing his body with her fingers and doing the same to me as I walked past. I gasped and withdrew my hand, smiling only when Danny took the same hand and kissed where she had touched.

  Danny pulled me to his lap and held his hands on either side of my waist as we watched the couple in front of us. Digging his fingers into my skin, harder, controlled, he kissed my neck and licked the ridge of my shoulder as I arched my neck wanting more.

  The couple had beautiful bodies. I was starting to appreciate the feminine lines and curves of the woman in front of me as she arched her back in desire, spreading her arms behind her head. They lolled after a thrust and tightened up when he slipped back inside of her. Her partner was moaning with abandon, and the connection between them was palpable. He told her she was beautiful, said her how much he enjoyed fucking her. He asked her to look at the man to their left who was now stroking his cock. He whispered how he couldn't control himself because she was so beautiful when she came.

  I felt Danny's hand slide up my body to my breast. He started kneading gently, exactly how I liked it. He knew everything about my body, how I respond, and he was working me, gently testing the boundaries with every touch. His hand rested on my breastbone, pulling me back to him. His lips met my neck. My breathing became increasingly fractured. I could feel how hard he was against me. Everything was gathering momentum and speed.

  ‘Look at the couple across from us,' he whispered between kisses to my shoulders; he dropped the strap of my top, exposing more skin without it being too much. I looked up. The man was now naked. His female companion was sitting on his knee, very much like Danny and I. She arched her back into him as his fingers found her pussy. Her sounds were loud but soft as he moved his fingers slowly inside of her. ‘Do you like to watch?' Danny asked as he started to bunch the fabric of my skirt up and up until the front of my black lace thong was exposed. I nodded roughly as I laid my head back against his shoulder, anticipating the feel of his fingers on my sweetest spots. ‘So wet,' he whispered. ‘Just for me.' I grasped his hand. ‘There's nothing to be scared of. Let yourself go. Let them see what I do to you. There may be other people in this room, but it's just us, princess. You and me.'

  ‘Are they watching us?’ I asked, my eyes closed in pleasure as I felt the build up begin to whirl inside of me.

  ‘Of course,' he replied as he started shifting in his chair. This was too much for him too. I knew he needed to be inside me. ‘How does that make you feel?' I gasped as he alternated between rubbing my clit and thrusting his fingers inside. Only then did I notice the couple that had been fucking each other on the bed had now stopped and were holding each other tenderly as they watched us. ‘Tell me; I need to know.'

  ‘I feel…’ His fingers got faster. ‘I’m…’ He held onto my breast. ‘I want to…’ He flicked his finger slowly across my nipple. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Danny whispered against my ear. ‘Get on your knees and put that amazing arse in the air. Arch your back and show everyone your beautiful fucking body that I can't get enough of.' I climbed onto the bed after he took off my skirt and top, caressing my skin lovingly and guiding me in front of him. The bed shifted as the couple moved down. I was vaguely aware that the other couple from across the room were joining us on the bed. ‘That's it, Kate. You need to know how beautiful you are.' I did as he asked, raising myself, arching my back seductively, no questions asked; just pure, honest obedience. Was this what could be described as a submissive role? He was undoubtedly the dominant male, and I could be described as somewhat passive in many areas of my life. I shook the thought away quickly. I was turned on so intensely that I knew I wanted to please him and I was doing so because it turned me on, not because I felt he would like me more if I went through with it.

  As if he heard the rattling thoughts in my head, he ran his finger along my clit and smiled against my cheek. ‘You're always ready for me. Just me. Only me. OK?' I nodded my head. ‘What are you focusing on? Talk to me.' I turned and watched the other couple start to wrap themselves around each other. More people had entered the room and were all in v
arious states of undress. The sounds were so clear, but his hands on me, and only me, were making everything else fall away. ‘What can you hear, baby?'

  ‘Moaning. Panting. Bodies together. Coming together,’ I replied breathlessly.

  ‘You can hear pleasure all around you, but what about your pleasure?’ he asked as I rested on my elbows. I looked down and watched the curve of his thumb pressed against my hip. The way it fitted into the dip of my hipbone was so sexy. His hand followed along the curve of bone to my pussy perfectly. I closed my eyes briefly and still saw it clasped there in my mind. Always would.

  There was a man at the side of me, his head turned towards me as his partner climbed on top of him. He held his cock in his hand and directed it into her, moaning as she started to ride him. He moved his arm slowly along the bed towards me. I felt his fingers stroking my arm. ‘I want you to kiss me, is that OK?' he said as his partner continued to thrash around on top of him.

  ‘Kate, only me,' Danny said as he turned my face towards him, encouraging my focus back to him. I felt the hand on my arm fall away and Danny replaced the feeling with his fingertips, stroking my skin lightly. ‘Do you want to be touched?' Danny asked, his jaw was tight and my eyes focused on the tense tick of his cheek muscle.

  ‘Only by you,’ I replied.

  He smiled and leant his face against my neck. ‘Mine,' he gasped. ‘They can look but they can't fucking touch.' I nodded. ‘Look around the room and tell me what you see.' I lifted my head. I saw arms, legs, and bodies beginning and ending with each other, entwined and working together as a seamless dance. ‘Describe to me what's turning you on the most.'

  I took in everything that was happening around me and began to speak. ‘A woman is giving oral sex to her partner. His hands are in her hair, and he is meeting her mouth with slow thrusts. She's on her knees in front of him but he's watching us closely as he lies back with his head resting against the wall.'

  ‘You like being watched?’ he asked, breathlessly. I nodded slowly. ‘You are fucking glorious. He’s watching because you're fucking glorious. Do you know that?’ His hands skimmed my back; goose bumps on my skin were copying the trail. He kissed them roughly. ‘What else can you see?’