A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 14

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"So, how are things going with Erica?" Monica asked as she stirred a spoonful of honey into the tea Adam had just brewed for her.

He smiled and glanced - for just a moment - at his domme's cleavage, which was displayed quite wondrously in a tight v-neck sweater. "I served her yesterday, actually," he said. "She invited me to her house."

Monica leaned forward - offering an even better view of her cleavage that Adam couldn't resist staring at - and reached over to rub his leg for a few moments, quickly bringing Adam's cock to life before saying, "And did you enjoy serving your...is she your girlfriend again?"

Adam nodded. "She is. Our relationship's not like it was before, of course, but she told me that we're dating again and that I can tell people she's my girlfriend. I like that, to be honest, and so far I like this version of our relationship better than the last version."

"And how did you serve her?" Monica asked before her lips curled into a smile that struck Adam as slightly naughty, like she was keen to hear how Erica had dominated him.

"She answered the door in a robe...a satin robe, actually," he began. "It was...well, it was really sexy. It was short and her legs looked long and beautiful and her nipples seemed to be hard as they were poking through the fabric."

Adam paused as he suddenly worried he was sharing details that Monica didn't want to hear. She reached out and rubbed his leg again, this time letting her fingers dance a little closer to his crotch, and said, "Keep going, Adam."

"Are you sure you want to hear all of this?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Erica and I are sharing you now. I like to think we're co-owners of a very good boy. And, it seems like she's different from me and I'm actually really interested to hear how she dominates you. Maybe I'll learn something, either about you or about pleasures I can explore as a domme."

Adam was nearly half-hard from the lovely way in which Monica was touching his leg - and getting ever closer to his cock - and he remained silent for a few moments longer to enjoy her touch before saying, "She asked me if I thought she looked good."

Monica sat back, sipped her tea, and asked, "And what did you say?"

"She looked incredible. She was...glowing, really," he answered. "There was a reason for that, though."

Monica smiled. "Had she just gotten laid, Adam? Had she enjoyed a good fucking from someone far more sexually capable than you?"

Adam's cock tingled with delight, both because Monica was right and because she'd managed to offer just a hint of the kind of humiliation he'd come to crave. "Yes, she had," he admitted. "He'd been over an hour before I got there. He'd fucked her twice and given her three orgasms."

Monica sipped her tea, slipped off her shoe, and placed her foot between Adam's legs. She looked over the edge of her mug and gently massaged his cock with her toes. "It makes such a difference to get fucked by a capable man, Adam. A man like Everett or the man that satisfied Erica yesterday. To receive a fucking like that, it changes the way a woman feels. It's vastly different from getting fucked by a man like you. Some women can tolerate that, but they're missing out on one of life's true pleasures and I can understand why Erica had to break up with you, why she couldn't find sustained happiness with only your cock to satisfy her."

Adam gripped the edge of the table as the arousal generated by Monica's skilled toes slowly spread to the rest of his body.

"Does that feel good, Adam? Do you like the way I'm playing with your cock?" she asked.

"Yes, it feels amazing," he replied.

"No cumming," she instructed.

"I know," he said. "I won't. I promise."

"Continue your story," she said.

"Erica had me drop to my knees to kiss her feet," he continued. "She likes seeing me on my knees like that. She likes how submissive I look, especially when I'm kissing her feet. I think she likes it even more when she's wearing boots, to be honest."

Monica lifted her toes from Adam's crotch and asked, "Would you like to kiss my feet, Adam?"

He nodded.

"Go ahead. Kiss them. Kiss each of my pretty toes," she said.

Adam leaned forward and kissed each of her beautiful toes, pressing his lips against her warm flesh over and over and maintaining eye contact with his beautiful neighbor as he did so.

"And what did she do after you kissed her feet?" Monica asked as her toes once again returned to Adam's lap.

He smiled at the pleasure between his legs and said, "She took my hand, helped me to my feet, and took me to her bedroom. The bed sheets were still rumpled and two of the pillows were on the ground. Erica took her bathrobe off, crawled into the bed, and spread her legs as I stood at the foot of the bed."

Adam wasn't sure if it was Monica's foot play or his memory of the day before that filled him with such intense desire, but he could feel it coursing through his body in a way that made him quite happy he now had two dommes to serve.

"She played with her pussy as she described how she'd first given him a blowjob to get his big cock nice and hard," Adam continued.

"Did she give you blowjobs, Adam?" Monica interrupted.

"Not often," he replied. "I don't...well, I was going to say I don't know why, but I suppose that's not really true."

"You know exactly why she didn't give you blowjobs, don't you?" Monica asked. "Especially since you now know it's not because she hates giving head. After all, she wouldn't have blown that man that fucked her yesterday if she hated it, would she?"

Adam shook his head. "No. She wouldn't have. She just didn't like giving me blowjobs."

Monica sipped her tea and rubbed his cock a little more aggressively with her foot. Adam felt a bit of precum leaking out and into his underwear as she said, "It's not particularly fun giving a man like you a blowjob, Adam. There's just something about it that feels...well, awful, really. What's amazing is that there's something so intoxicatingly sexy about giving a man like Everett a blowjob. Though, you know that already, don't you, my little submissive cocksucker?"

Adam's voice wavered as he said, "Yes, I know that. I...thank you for letting me experience that, Monica. I have enjoyed being able to serve you in that way."

"By sucking my husband's cock? By offering your mouth for him to fuck like it's a wet pussy for his pleasure?" she asked. "By offering your mouth as a cum dumpster for him?"

Adam grabbed the edge of the table as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. "Yes, thank you for letting me serve in all those ways."

"Believe me when I say it was my pleasure, Adam," Monica replied as she pulled her foot from his lap, perhaps sensing that he was getting alarmingly close to cumming in his pants. "Now tell me, what happened next?"

"Erica described how he'd fucked her and she played with her pussy while sharing the details," Adam said. "She told me how they'd fucked missionary style first, and how she'd gotten on top next and ridden him until he'd cum, giving her two orgasms in the process. She told me how they talked after that and soon started fooling around again because she was so desperate for him to fuck her again, to make her cum again, to make her cum like I'd never been able to make her cum."

"I really do like Erica," Monica said. "I think she's right for you, Adam, and I think if you play your cards right and offer her the submission she craves - and deserves - that you might end up with a dominant wife. Is that something you'd like, Adam?"

"Yes," he replied, acknowledging for the first time that he wanted to be in a marriage where he was submissive to his beautiful, dominant wife. He wasn't sure if Erica was that woman, but he was still very much in love with her and if he proved to be a good submissive perhaps she'd be interested in making him her husband.

"And did he end up fucking her a second time?" Monica asked.

Adam reached down to adjust his cock - it was so hard it hurt trapped in his jeans - and nodded as he said, "He did. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to the foot of the bed as she told me about it. She told me he took her from behind and fucked her so hard her pussy was still sore. She told me he made her cum that way, that she'd never been able to cum in doggystyle until she met a man like him."

"You couldn't make her cum in doggystyle, Adam?" Monica asked.

He shook his head. "We didn't have much sex from behind, but no, I don't think she ever got close to cumming when we fucked like that."

"It takes a different kind of man to fuck a woman from behind and give her an orgasm. He needs to be powerful and strong. He needs to feel totally in control so a woman feels comfortable truly surrendering to the particular joys of being fucked from behind," Monica explained. "Do you think you're that kind of man, Adam?"

"No, I don't," he said. "I think Everett is. I think the guy Erica's been fucking is. I think I'm meant to offer my submission for a woman's pleasure. I think that's what I'm good at."

Monica set her tea on the table, dragged her chair closer to Adam's, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. Her lips lingered against his skin and he closed his eyes as the floral scent of her perfume filled his nose. "You're better than good at it, Adam. You're absolutely perfect at offering your submission for a woman's pleasure. For my pleasure. For Erica's pleasure." Monica stood, offered her hand, and said, "Come with me."

Adam took her hand and they walked into the living room where she pointed to the floor and smiled as he fell to his knees and looked up at her. Monica unbuttoned her jeans and worked them over her hips and down her legs, revealing a pair of pink lace panties with a small damp spot.

Monica sat on the couch, spread her legs, and said, "Come kiss my pussy."

Adam happily crawled between the legs of his beautiful domme, pressed his lips against her panties, and showered her pussy in kisses. He looked up at her as she reached down to run her fingers through his hair and caress his face, filling him with a sense of submissive bliss and reaffirming her place as someone he yearned to serve.

"Tell me, Adam, what happened after Erica explained how her alpha lover had fucked her?" Monica asked.

"I begged to worship her pussy," he explained. "To soothe the soreness with my tongue."

Monica ran a finger over his lips and asked, "And did she let you?"

"No," Adam replied. "She told me I had to earn that right. Then she looked at me, smiled, and told me to look in the bathroom trash can."

Monica smiled. "And what did you find there?"

"Two used condoms," Adam answered.

"He came twice?" Monica asked. "What a virile man Erica has found. How lucky for her."

Monica pulled her panties aside, exposing her enflamed pussy lips and the wet flesh between them. Adam's pulse raced as he stared between her smooth, soft thighs. "Your pussy looks so perfect," he said.

The sounds of wetness filled his ears as Monica slipped a finger between her labia and pushed it deep inside her. "What did Erica want you to do once you saw the condoms in the trash?" she asked.

"I told her what I saw, and she told me to bring the condoms to her," Adam explained. "I didn't think twice about it. I plucked them from the trash and brought them to Erica, who was sitting at the edge of her bed. She took both condoms and set one on the nightstand. She held the other up and showed me his load, which was remarkably creamy and thick. She told me to hold it in my hand I felt the warmth of his cum. I saw this look in her eye, like she was eager to see what she could make me do."

Monica rubbed her clit, moaned, and said, "And what did she make you do, Adam?"

He wanted to kiss Monica's thighs, to put his tongue inside her, and to suck on her clit. He wanted to be the one to make her cum and it felt almost painful to be so close and to not have been given permission to worship his domme.

"She asked me if I'd be willing to swallow a stranger's cum for her," Adam explained. "I told her I would be. I told her I'd be willing to do almost anything for her."

Monica moaned again, this time a little louder. "You're a good submissive, after all. And you're becoming something of a cum slut, aren't you?"

"Yes," Adam said. "I...I am." It felt so strange to admit, and yet there was truth in her words, for he'd found great pleasure in consuming Everett's cum. "Erica wanted me to prove it, so she had me get on my knees in front of her. She told me to open my mouth and tilt my head back and then she placed the open end of the condom in my mouth and lifted the other end."

Monica pushed three fingers into her pussy, held them there for a moment, and then pulled them out and leaned forward. She pressed her fingers onto Adam's tongue and he closed his lips around them and swirled his tongue around her flesh, soaking up every bit of her pussy juice.

"Did she feed you her lover's cum?" Monica asked.

Adam nodded.

"She poured it out of the condom and onto your tongue?" she asked. "She made you drink a stranger's cum and you did it without hesitation?"

Adam nodded. That's exactly what Erica had done. She'd poured the cum into his mouth, taking her time to fully empty the condom before pulling it free, telling him to close his mouth, and letting the taste of it linger on his tongue for a few seconds before telling him to swallow.

Monica pulled her fingers from his mouth, sat back, and smiled at Adam as he glanced between her legs at her exceedingly wet-looking pussy. "You'd like to make me cum, wouldn't you?" she asked.

"More than anything," he answered.

Monica stared at him for a few moments before plunging her fingers back into her pussy. They didn't come out this time, though. They moved in and out of her as she rubbed her clit and asked, "What did she do with the second condom, Adam? What did your lovely girlfriend do with the second load of her alpha lover's cum?"

"She made me clean it off of her," he asked. "She got in the bed, grabbed the condom, and poured some of the cum on her breasts. She told me to strip and then clean them. She told me to take my time, to savor the joy of licking a man's cum off her tits. I did, too. It was...I loved it, Monica. It was so beautiful to be able to kiss and lick and worship her body and to make her so happy by licking a stranger's cum off of her while I did it."

"Get on your back," Monica said with a naughty smile on her face.

Adam quickly moved to his back and she stood, dropped her panties, and straddled his head. She slowly dropped to her knees, leaving her pussy just a few inches above his mouth.

"Where else did she pour the cum?" Monica asked.

"On her stomach and her ass," he said. "First her stomach and I really took my time licking it up. Then she got on her hands and knees and poured it on her ass. She told me to pretend like he'd just pulled out and blown his load all over her ass. I licked every drop of it off of her and then she stuffed the condom in my mouth and told me to suck on it."

"Oh, fuck," Monica said as she lowered her pussy and rubbed it over Adam's face, coating him in her wetness in the process. "I like how Erica thinks, Adam. I like how dirty your girlfriend is, how imaginative she seems to be. And I suspect she's just getting started with you."

"I hope she is," he replied.

"Did she let you worship her pussy?" Monica asked.

"She did," he said. "After I'd sucked everything out of the condom she let me throw it away and crawl between her legs. I worshiped her pussy until she'd cum twice more. Then she put me to work cleaning her house."

Monica smiled and sat on his face. She centered her clit over his mouth and Adam put his tongue to work as his domme let out a soft, beautiful moan.

"Erica's a smart woman," Monica said. "If you have a man that's willing to do housework without complaint - or even better, a man that finds it a turn on to do housework for a dominant woman - then you'd be a fool not to take advantage of that. That's why you'll be cleaning my house and doing my laundry as soon as you're done making me cum."

Adam would have affirmed his eagerness to do her housework, but her pussy had almost completely smothered his mouth, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued his worshipful work, licking and sucking on her clit while Monica moaned and played with her breasts through her tight top.

Eventually, he gave his domme a beautiful orgasm as she clamped her thighs around his head. Juices dripped from her pussy and coated his face, leaving Adam in a truly joyful headspace and with a throbbing erection in his pants, which was exactly how he wanted it.

"That was lovely," she said before standing up and putting her panties back on. "Now, if you wouldn't mind pouring me a glass of wine and bringing it to me on the deck before you start with the housework."

"Nothing would make me happier," he replied, and he meant every word of it. There was no greater bliss for Adam than serving a dominant woman, and now he had two in his life, making him a very happy man.