Johanna Morgenthau Chapter 03

Johanna Morgenthau and the Search for the Cinnamon Ice Cream

An erotic novel.

The plot takes place in Germany in 1994, in an unnamed city.

All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.

==== Chapter Three: Nachtsplitter ====

== Franziska's Secret Desires ==

And here I am, stuck among the bushes in the cold rain, not allowed inside the house, Johanna thinks to herself, just great.

She had agreed to meet up with Franziska to get ready together and head to the club. And because Franziska has a car. They were supposed to meet at the back of her family's estate. Franziska wants to keep Johanna a secret from her parents for now, so Johanna is to wait until they leave for the opera, knowing full well they would spill the beans to the Bellegardes.

Now she's sitting here. Franziska's parents should have left ages ago, yet she can see them fluttering about in the brightly lit living room, all in a flurry.

Finally, their car departs, and Franziska comes to fetch her.

"Phew, at last!" Johanna exclaims.

"Take it easy, it's still early evening, we've got plenty of time," Franziska reassures her.

"Yeah, but your garden is wet, and cold, and brrrr!"

"Come inside now. First, we'll get you under a hot shower, and then we'll really glam ourselves up, okay?"

"Sounds good."

Franziska leads Johanna into the house and ushers her into the bathroom, which is so vast one could get lost in it.

The girls start to undress. Franziska, too, is completely shaved, which seems to be an unspoken rule within the group?

Johanna can't help but stare at Franziska's chest. Until now, Franziska had always worn fairly loose tops, so this is the first time Johanna gets to see her breasts.

"Oh my God! How can anyone have such colossal knockers? That's just not possible!"

Franziska grins, pushing her breasts out even more.

"Is all that real?"

Franziska's grin widens, "Want to check for yourself?"

Johanna chuckles. Franziska takes an inviting step towards Johanna. Gathering her courage, Johanna reaches out and gently feels Franziska's breasts. They're so large and soft. She looks into Franziska's eyes as she does this, and Franziska smiles back.

"Well, then I want to feel yours too," Franziska says, reaching out for Johanna's breasts. Johanna smiles as Franziska touches her.

"There's not as much to grab on me as there is on you."

"Oh, stop it, your breasts are beautiful. Just the right size."

The girls softly caress each other's breasts.

"Now, let's get under the shower," Franziska interrupts the fondling.

They step together into the enormous shower, enjoying the hot water. Franziska turns off the water.

"I keep thinking about what Marie said about that night with the boys," she says, "I had no idea you'd come up with something so deviant."

"Honestly, neither did I," Johanna replies, "It just sort of escalated. I hope I didn't go too far?"

"No, I think it was exactly right for Marie. And between us: she desperately needed to get her butt spanked."

They both laugh. They start to lather up with soap. Franziska continues, "To be honest, what you did with her really turned me on. You have this audacious way about you that really gets me..." she searches for words, but instead, she just presses her mouth onto Johanna's.

The two kiss passionately in the shower. They soap each other up. Johanna is the first to reach between Franziska's legs, their tongues dancing wildly together. Franziska turns the water back on, and as the hot water rains down on them, they rub each other's intimate areas, lost in the heat of the moment.

Franziska pulls her mouth away from Johanna, whispering into her ear, "I want you to do something really kinky with me now. Anything. I don't want to be a good girl today; I want to completely submit to you. Anything, whatever comes to your mind."

Johanna looks at her in astonishment. "Are you sure?"

Franziska replies with conviction, "Absolutely sure."

Johanna grins mischievously. "Alright, you asked for it."

Johanna turns off the water again.

"Hands behind your back."

Franziska obeys instantly.

"You do exactly what I say."

Franziska nods.

"You little devious slut. Kneel down."

Without hesitation, Franziska kneels on the tiles.

"Eyes closed!"

Johanna stands very close in front of Franziska. "Mouth open. Your mouth stays open, no matter what."

Johanna concentrates and begins to urinate. The stream hits Franziska, who flinches in surprise but holds her position obediently. Johanna grabs the back of Franziska's head, pressing her mouth against her pussy. The stream goes directly into Franziska's mouth.

"Oh, how hot! Swallow! I'm pissing in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it down. Keep swallowing."

Franziska swallows obediently. Johanna presses her muscles a bit to control the flow so Franziska can keep up with swallowing.

"Yes, keep going! You little perverted slut will now swallow all my piss!"

Johanna holds Franziska's head firmly with both hands, continuing to let it flow. Franziska struggles to keep up with swallowing. Some spills out, but she does her best to gulp it all down.

Johanna keeps urinating.

"Oh, this is so insanely hot, pissing into your mouth! Swallow! Swallow my piss!"

She continues to hold Franziska's head in place.

"You wouldn't have dreamed earlier that you'd be swallowing my piss today, would you? You little kinky girl, if only your parents knew. Yes, more!"

When her stream finally stops, she commands, "Lick! More! Tongue! Keep licking my pussy! Lick the pussy that just pissed on you."

Johanna writhes, then suddenly overwhelmed by an intense climax.

"Oh God, oh yes!"

Finally, she releases Franziska's head, slumps down onto her butt, and sits with Franziska in the shower, both of them beaming with exhilaration.

Johanna comes to the realization of what they've just done. She feels as if she's awakening from a sort of trance.

"I don't know what came over me, are you okay?"

Franziska looks disheveled yet blissfully happy.

"I've never felt so kinky before. That's what I wanted today."

They both burst into laughter.

"But this stays our little secret, okay?"

Franziska nods eagerly, "Absolutely."

After they finish laughing, they quickly shower Franziska off, dry themselves, and start applying makeup. Franziska, with more experience in makeup, helps Johanna.

"Perfect, you'd be welcome at any vampire ball," she comments on her own work.

Johanna slips into a black dress with a plunging neckline, along with lace gloves. She chooses black boots adorned with numerous buckles.

"No high heels?" Franziska asks.

"Only if you want to make a detour to the emergency room."

Franziska puts on stockings, a mini skirt, a corset, and very high heels. It complements her long, raven-black hair, which she wears in a ponytail today.

"Ready to drive the boys wild?"

They head out, with Franziska driving them to the club. 'Sisters of Mercy' plays in the car to get them in the mood for clubbing. They actually have a BMW as a second car, Johanna thinks to herself, the audacity!

== Favors ==

Marie, Anna, Franziska, Sarah, and Johanna--with Johanna now part of the club--meet at the Nachtsplitter. They spend the evening dancing, rating the guys and men in the club on a scale from 1 to 10, guessing what their orgasm faces might look like. They grill Johanna about her evenings with the boys, and Marie has to recount in detail what she was made to do with the boys, blushing furiously throughout.

Anna keeps glancing up at the glass enclosure from time to time. When the girls inquire, Anna explains, "I want to catch Michael. I need to ask him for a favor."

Johanna asks, "Michael? Who's this mysterious Michael?"

Anna replies, "The so-called prince. His name is Michael."

Marie teases Anna, "Oh ho. Is Anna slowly discovering her taste for older men?"

Sarah remarks dryly, "You do know his reputation isn't just for show, right? He's dangerous. Seriously dangerous."

Anna shrugs nonchalantly. At that moment, Johanna spots the Prince--Michael--at the large glass wall, looking down over his club. She tells Anna, "He's there."

Anna hesitates. Johanna puts an arm around her. "Scared? Come on, I'll go with you."

Together, they ascend the stairs to the VIP balcony. A security guard stops them.

"We want to speak with the Prince for a moment," Anna explains.

"Busy."

Of course. Anna tries to reason with the security man, who remains unimpressed. Johanna gets impatient; she interrupts her with a tap on the shoulder. She slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders and flashes her breasts at the guard.

He grins and points at Anna, "You too."

Reluctantly, Anna unbuttons her blouse, and the guard lets both girls through.

Up here, it's somewhat quieter than on the dance floor, allowing the girls to hear each other clearly.

"What exactly do you want from him?" Johanna asks.

"I'll explain once we're inside. The Prince is who you go to when you need something you can't just buy off the shelf," Anna replies.

"Good to know," Johanna says.

"You should remember that. But be careful. Sarah's right about what she said about him."

Johanna looks at her quizzically, "So why are you still going to him?"

"Because I'm a naughty girl. Because you can get it here. A woman has to do what a woman has to do. You only live once, so you might as well live right."

From the VIP area, another staircase leads up to the Prince's office and presumably other offices. At the top, right in front of his door, stands another bouncer. He sees the two girls and, without asking any questions, knocks and opens the door for them. Both girls are surprised to encounter no further obstacles, exchange puzzled looks, and then step inside.

The office is enormous, with a large glass front offering a panoramic view of the entire club. The office is soundproofed enough to allow for conversation, with the music from below only faintly audible.

Michael is tall. His age is hard to guess; he could be forty, but perhaps younger. He has a robust, muscular build. His long hair is light blonde, and he has strikingly blue eyes. He sits behind a massive antique desk, looks at the girls, and waves them in.

"Come in, don't be afraid, no one bites here."

He examines the girls thoroughly. Johanna feels naked under his gaze. His eyes feel like they can see right through her clothes, burning into her. But it's not just that sensation; it's as if his gaze pierces into her mind, capable of seeing her thoughts, illuminating her entire consciousness.

Finally, his gaze settles.

"What's your name? Have we met before?"

Anna responds, "I'm Anna. I was..."

He interrupts her, "Anna Bellegarde. I can assure you, I don't forget a beautiful woman that quickly. You were here with Henriette. But I was asking you."

He points at Johanna. Johanna stammers, "I ... not that I remember ... I'm Johanna Morgenthau. I've been to the club before, but I don't think..."

"I remember you. You were here on the same day Anna was with Henriette, a Friday. You were wearing a white blouse and that ridiculous hat."

Johanna feels a wave of heat and then cold. She remembers

that

weekend all too vividly. Why does he remember her so clearly?

As Johanna tries to manage her hot flashes, Michael leans back, interlocking his fingers behind his head, and asked, "So, why are you two here?"

Anna takes a deep breath and said, "I'd like to cash in the favor I have."

She explains her dreams of becoming an actress. It sounds like a serious ambition: drama school, minor roles in TV productions, commercials.

"But that's not enough for me," she explains, "I want a lead role. At least in TV."

He nods. "That's no small request. Do you feel the two favors balance each other out?"

Anna replies confidently, "Whatever it takes! If I owe you more after this--so be it. But I don't want to grow old regretting not doing everything for my dream."

He smiles.

She adds, "And can we keep my mother out of this?"

He nods, "Fine, this stays between us, agreed. I'll see if I know someone who can get you a role."

The two girls make their way out. As they're leaving, a sudden realization strikes Johanna. The massive desk, the way he sat there without rising to greet them, his expression, the entire setup. The touch sends a thrilling shiver down her spine, causing a tingle in her underwear. Now or never, she thinks to herself.

Just before the door closes, Johanna holds it. "You go on ahead, I just want to ask one more thing," she says to Anna.

"Should I come with you?"

"No, no, it's fine, we've seen he doesn't bite."

Johanna steps back into the office, letting the door swing shut behind her.

"And she can't make it out," Michael comments with a smirk, "Do you need a favor too?"

Johanna hesitates for a moment, then says as confidently as she can muster, "Can I... I would like to... I wish to join the woman under your desk."

He looks at her, grins, and beckons her closer. As she walks around his large desk, she sees a redhead with Michael's penis in her mouth, crouched beneath the table.

She's very slender, shorter than Johanna. With auburn hair and green eyes. She is well tanned, not pale as Johanna. The woman is young, perhaps in her early twenties. And stunningly beautiful. Both shamelessly look up at Johanna. As if to prove a point, the woman locks eyes with Johanna and pushes Michael's member all the way into her mouth. He holds her head firmly, keeping his shaft deep in her throat until she begins to squirm. He lets her struggle for a moment before releasing her. She gasps for air.

Without hesitation, Johanna slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pulling it down to expose her breasts. She goes down on all fours, crawling under the table to join the woman. Michael scoots back slightly from the desk to give them more room.

He gently lifts Johanna's chin with his fingers, tilting her face upward, and says, "But the same rule applies to you as it does to Barbara. You can't just start here while Barbara's breasts are so adorned."

The woman shows her breasts, revealing two metal clamps on her nipples. Johanna swallows nervously. Without waiting for her response or consent, he takes two clamps from a drawer and snaps them onto Johanna's nipples.

Johanna inhales sharply, the clamps biting into her flesh more fiercely and sharply than she had anticipated. With the clamps in place, she gazes at his penis. It's genuinely impressive, both longer and thicker than any she's encountered in recent weeks. Perfectly straight, with every hair meticulously removed. It looks beautiful, Johanna thinks to herself. She doesn't hesitate. As Barbara runs her tongue along the shaft, Johanna takes his balls into her mouth, sucking gently.

Then, together with the redhead, she laps at his glans, their tongues dancing around it, kissing each other with his tip caught between their lips and tongues. He reclines back, savoring the dual attention on his cock. The pain from the clamps on her breasts is intense.

They take turns enveloping his cock with their mouths, sucking him off. Johanna is in disbelief that she just watched Barbara take his entire length down her throat.

The door swings open; the bouncer announces a 'Vadim'. Johanna barely pays attention, her mind solely focused on the massive penis before her.

He moves closer to his desk, and the two women are concealed beneath it. Someone enters. They converse in what sounds like a foreign language, Russian perhaps? It doesn't matter. All the while, Johanna, together with the stranger, continues to service his impressive member. Does Vadim suspect what's occurring under the desk? Are they his hidden pleasure? The thought sends a thrill through her, making her even more eager. She envelops his cock with her lips, sucking vigorously, pushing the large shaft as deep into her mouth as she can manage. Meanwhile, the other woman focuses on his balls. Lost in a haze of lust, she continues for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, the visitor departs.

Michael watches the two women, commenting on Johanna's efforts, "You can go deeper. Barbara?"

Barbara gently pulls Johanna away from the shaft and demonstrates by enveloping it with her mouth. Johanna watches in disbelief as Barbara takes the entire length into her throat.

"Now you do what Barbara just showed you," he commands. His voice is calm, relaxed, but his words pierce deep into Johanna's mind, leaving her with no choice but to obey.

She positions herself and begins to push the cock into her mouth. "Further. Now swallow."

She makes a swallowing motion, her throat opening, allowing the cock to slide deeper, into her esophagus. She feels like she might dislocate her jaw. A gurgle escapes Johanna. Gently, Barbara holds her head and nudges it a bit further. Just a little more, Johanna thinks, almost there. She has his cock in her mouth. Not as deep as Barbara, but close. He locks eyes with her as her head slides off the cock. Johanna gags and gasps for air, but she immediately takes him deep into her throat again.

Another visitor enters; they discuss something about a warehouse, laugh, and share a shot of liquor. It all blurs past Johanna. For her, there exists only the large cock and the other woman. The women take turns sliding the cock into their mouths, and Johanna continues to practice opening her throat for his dick. Together, they lick along the shaft, their tongues meeting at his glans. Eventually, this visitor also departs.

Michael grabs Johanna by the hair, dictating her rhythm.

"Barbara, remove your clamps. And Johanna's too."

Johanna thinks this might bring relief, but as the clamps come off, the pain flares up intensely. He moves her head faster now. He's about to come, Johanna thinks, and she doubles her efforts. She's astounded by how long she's been sucking on his flawless erection without him climaxing, especially considering Barbara had already been at it before she joined. But now, it's imminent.

She feels his release building. A minute before he comes, she can predict exactly when it will happen. She keeps his tip in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, while Barbara strokes the shaft and massages his balls.

Then he erupts into Johanna's mouth. He keeps coming, and she swallows, but he doesn't stop. Barbara grabs her hair, pulling her head back from the pulsating cock. Barbara aims it at Johanna's face. Squirt after squirt, he covers her face with his semen until it's completely coated.

Barbara then pushes Johanna's head forward again, and she takes the cock back into her mouth. He's still ejaculating, and Johanna has to swallow again. She's never experienced a man producing so much semen at once--not even close. Where does it all come from? Is he importing it from another dimension?

And his semen tastes good. Leif and Sören were okay, others not so much, but Michael tastes genuinely

good

. As his climax subsides, she sits there with the last of his load in her mouth, not swallowing but savoring it. She continues to gently suck as his member slowly softens. Sitting there, she looks up at Michael with a blissful smile. Barbara, meanwhile, scoops semen from Johanna's face with her fingers, smiling as she tastes it herself.

Michael takes her by the shoulders, pulling her up to stand. He gazes into her eyes with his piercing blue ones. "What luck that I've met you. If only you could see the wonderful things that await you. We'll meet again very soon. What an extraordinary woman you are."

Johanna returns to the club, still intoxicated by the encounter, and eventually finds Anna again. "I hope he can help you and finds a role for you," she says.

"Thanks," Anna replies, "That would be a dream come true. Wait a minute--were you with him this whole time? Oh my God! What did you talk about?"