A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 11

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"I see that you finished your chores early," Monica noted as she surveyed the kitchen that Adam had just cleaned from top to bottom. "Someone must be excited about what's going to happen tonight."

Adam wasn't sure how to answer, for he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about offering his mouth for Everett's pleasure. The notion of being face fucked by his domme's husband was deeply humiliating, and yet even thinking about it brought about a wealth of submissive pleasure, which made Adam wonder if actually doing it might be even more pleasurable.

As Adam remained silent, Monica approached with a seductive smile on her face. She reached out, grasped his wrist, and slowly pulled his hand under her skirt and towards her pussy. Their eyes met as Adam's fingers pressed against her delicate lace panties. He felt an excess of heat and wetness, a surefire sign of her arousal.

"I'm certainly looking forward to Everett getting home," Monica said softly. "He texted a little while ago to say that he's had a particularly stressful day at work and that he was looking forward to working out some of that stress with my sub. Doesn't that excite you, Adam?" Monica reached up with her other hand and ran a finger over his lips. "Don't you love the idea of a superior man using this talented mouth of yours to relieve his stress? Don't you want to get on your knees, part these pretty lips of yours, and let my husband fuck your face until he's dumped a load of his hot cum down your throat?"

Adam didn't bother trying to fight the arousal that Monica's expertly delivered dirty talk had produced in his loins. He let it flow through him, bringing his cock to a half hard state in a matter of seconds and filling his body with a sense of anticipation for what would unfold when Monica's husband walked through the door.

"I want to serve you, Monica," Adam said.

She smiled, leaned closer, and kissed him softly on the lips as her fingers remained under his chin. When Monica opened her mouth, Adam did the same. He expected to feel her tongue push past his lips, but instead Monica leaned back and her fingers invaded his mouth. He closed his lips around them and sucked as she slowly penetrated him.

"I want to feel your fingers in my pussy," Monica instructed.

Adam pulled her panties aside and slipped two fingers into her. He knew she was turned on, but he was surprised to discover that her arousal had left her completely soaked.

"Can you feel that?" she asked. "Can you feel how wet I am, Adam?"

He nodded as her fingers continued to move in and out of his mouth, going deeper with each thrust and triggering his gag reflex a few times.

"That's because I want to watch my husband use you as a submissive little cocksucking slut, Adam," she said softly. "I want to watch him take your head in his hands and fuck your face until your eyes are watering and drool is running down your chin. I want to watch him put you in your place and make you take every inch of his cock before he gives you the reward we both know you crave." She smiled and asked, "You do want him to cum in your mouth, don't you? You want him to feed you like a good little submissive cum whore, don't you?"

Adam nodded. He wanted it. He felt a sudden, desperate need for it, in fact, in large part because Monica seemed to feel such potent desire for Adam to submit wholly and completely to her husband.

"He's not going to be gentle, Adam," Monica said with a smile on her face. "He's going to push your limits, just like he pushes mine sometimes. He can be aggressive - even rough - when he's in a particular kind of mood, and I think he might be in that kind of mood tonight. Don't worry, though. I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it."

Monica moaned as Adam worked her pussy with his fingers. Pleasure danced across her face and he felt a sense of genuine bliss at getting to make his domme feel so good.

"On your knees," Monica demanded.

Adam pulled his fingers from her pussy and fell to his knees without hesitation. Monica smiled and lifted her skirt. He stared at her plump, pink, slippery pussy and yearned to taste it. He remained where he was, though, for she hadn't given him permission.

"You want it, don't you?" she asked. "You want to taste my yummy pussy, don't you?"

"More than anything," he answered.

Monica took a step closer and Adam licked his lips. He was moments away from tasting his domme. The garage door opener came to life. Everett was home.

"I guess you'll have to settle for the taste of my husband's cock, won't you?" she said.

Adam wasn't sure he'd ever seen Monica in such a delighted, dominant state. She'd always taken pleasure in her domination of him, of course, but this felt different. This felt like he was about to do something that turned her on more than almost any other service he'd provided her.

"Go to the living room. Wait on your knees," she instructed.

Adam stood and followed her instructions. He waited on his knees as Everett came in through the garage door. He listened to Monica welcome her husband home with what sounded like a hug and a lingering kiss.

"He's waiting for you, if you still want to use him to relieve your stress," she said.

"Oh, I absolutely want to fuck your sub's face," Everett replied.

Monica walked out of the kitchen with her husband right behind her. She stopped in front of Adam and Everett wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed her neck, and lifted her skirt. He slipped his fingers into her pussy and Monica closed her eyes and moaned.

"Have you fantasized about fucking my wife?" Everett asked.

"I...uh...well..."

"It's a simple question," Everett said. "A question I already know the answer to, but I'd like to hear you say it."

Adam took a deep breath. "Yes, I have," he said.

"But you know that you'll never get to fuck her, don't you?" Everett asked as his fingers plunged deeper into her pussy while his thumb worked her clit.

Adam marveled at how Monica seemed to melt into her husband's arms and surrender her body to his touch. He'd seen them fuck before and he'd witnessed Everett's dominant side - at least when it came to sex - but this felt different than watching him fuck her from behind. This felt like watching him possess her. "Yes, I know I'll never get to fuck her. That's not for me to enjoy."

"No, it's not," Everett replied with a smile. "My wife enjoys dominating you, Adam. It makes her feel good. It turns her on. In a way, it completes her, and that's a gift you've given her. She also enjoys your willingness to embrace the humiliation that comes along with your submission. Even when it's something as simple as doing our laundry while I fuck her. Today is different, though. Isn't it? You're going to open that mouth of yours and I'm going to fuck your face. You're going to let me use your mouth like it's nothing more than a toy for my pleasure."

"Yes, I am," Adam said. "And I'm going to do it willingly. I want to submit. I want to offer myself to you, and to do it for Monica's pleasure."

Monica looked down at Adam, smiled as her husband continued to work her pussy, and said, "You're such a good boy, Adam. It makes me so happy to see that you're such an eager cocksucker for me." She turned to Everett and added, "Now fuck his face, baby. Use his mouth. Fuck my little subby's face and make him gag on your cock. Make him work hard for the reward of your hot cum sliding down his throat."

Everett stepped out from behind his wife and she turned and unzipped his pants. Her fingers slipped inside and his cock was soon freed. They kissed as Monica stroked him, luring her husband into a stiff state while Adam's gaze focused squarely on the dick that would soon be in his mouth. He knew he was about to cross a boundary there would be no coming back from, and yet he felt no fear. He only felt a desire to submit.

Monica helped Everett out of his pants, entirely freeing her husband's big, beautiful cock. "Use his mouth," she said. "Don't be shy, either. He can take whatever you want to give him. He's not yet trained to be a cocksucker, but he'll do his best."

Adam's dick throbbed at the mention of being trained to be a cocksucker. He didn't have much time to think about it, though, as Everett approached with his big cock leading the way. Adam looked up at his domme's husband and he suddenly felt very small. Everett was a tall, muscular man that emanated the kind of dominant energy that most alpha males possessed. He seemed excited at the prospect of humiliating Adam, of asserting his dominance over him.

"Open up," Everett demanded.

"Open your mouth, cocksucker," Monica said as she moved to the couch. "Give my husband what he wants. Let him use your mouth for his pleasure."

Adam parted his lips as he stared up at Everett. The other man smiled, reached out, and put a hand on the back of Adam's head. He applied pressure, pulling Adam's mouth close to his stiff cock. A moment later the head was resting on his tongue. Adam closed his lips around it and moaned, mostly because he felt overwhelmed. It wasn't pleasure, or agony, or humiliation he felt. It was everything all at once.

The sound of Monica masturbating lured Adam out of his head and into the present moment. Her pussy sounded exceedingly wet and she moaned like she had no control over her body's need to express its pleasure.

"I don't want to feel your teeth on my cock," Everett said. "I'm sure you already know that, but you probably don't know that you need to make an effort to make sure you're not biting my fucking dick. So you damn well better make that effort."

Adam couldn't say a word - his mouth was stuffed with a cock - but he tried his best to use his eyes to communicate that he understood. He knew teeth made a blowjob far less pleasant, and he knew that his job in that moment was to offer Everett as much pleasure as possible, for that's what his domme wanted.

"Baby, fuck his face," Monica said in a voice filled with lust. "Please, fuck his mouth. Use him for your pleasure. Use my sub for your pleasure."

Everett's smile was not one of amusement, but of a deep-seated kind of pleasure. Adam imagined there would be a certain kind of pleasure for Everett in showing his dominance over the man his wife had developed an intimate relationship with. It was as if Everett was ensuring that everyone understood the natural order, that he was the alpha male and Adam was the submissive beta male that served Monica's ever whim, no matter how humiliating.

Everett pushed his cock halfway into Adam's mouth, stretching his lips wide. He held it there and smiled. "You're only halfway there," Everett said. "You have quite a ways to go. Just know that this isn't going to end until every inch of my cock is in your mouth and down your throat. Only then will I give you the reward that every cocksucker craves."

Everett pulled out until just the tip of his dick rested between Adam's lips. He held it there for a few seconds and then pushed back in slowly. Adam's lips stretched wide once again. He felt his gag reflex trigger for the first time and he coughed. A little bit of saliva snuck out around the thick shaft in his mouth, but Everett didn't pull out. He held his cock there as Adam gagged over and over. It wasn't bad enough for him to pull away, but it wasn't remotely pleasant.

Monica masturbated furiously as she watched. Adam could hear her fingers dancing over her wet pussy. It sounded like she was fucking herself, too. She was so turned on that she unleashed a steady stream of moans, declaring her lust at what she was watching without saying a word.

Everett reached down, took Adam's head in both hands, and began to fuck his mouth at a steady rate. In and out. In and out. Adam moved his tongue back and forth. He sucked hard when the cock pulled out and he tried his best to grab a bit of breath when Everett pushed inside. His eyes watered. He gagged almost every time Everett filled his mouth. He never tried to pull away, though. He never ceased to do his duty as Monica's submissive, to suck cock like she desired.

"Deeper," Monica said. "Make him take it all, Everett. Make my little cocksucker take it all."

Adam braced for deeper thrusts from Everett's cock. It pushed into his throat. His gag reflex triggered in a major way. He nearly vomited. He'd felt Everett's pubic hair tickle his nose, though. He was close to deepthroating him, to taking every inch like he'd been instructed to do.

"Oh, fuck," Monica said between lusty moans. "Everett, baby, that's so fucking hot. Use his mouth. Show him who's the real man in the house. Show him who's in charge."

Everett fucked Adam's mouth faster. The cock slipped into his throat over and over. He was getting a crash course in keeping his gag reflex at bay and he was doing a pretty good job. His jaw ached. His throat hurt. His eyes were watering constantly. He could feel saliva dripping down his chin and onto his legs and the floor beneath him. It was, in a way, a miserable experience, and yet Adam was still hard. He was rock hard, in fact, because he was immersed in the pleasure of offering his submission to his domme. He was suffering for her pleasure, and in doing so he was experiencing true bliss.

When Everett began to grunt and groan, Adam knew he would soon be on the receiving end of an orgasm. Much to his surprise, he craved that. He wanted Everett to cum in his mouth. He wanted the reward that every cocksucker craved. He wanted to feel the thick, viscous load on his tongue. He wanted to be able to swallow it as proof that he'd done what his domme desired.

"Cum in his mouth, baby," Monica said while her fingers continued to plunge into her pussy at a furious rate. "Give my cocksucker the reward he deserves. Give him your cum."

Everett buried his cock in Adam's throat for a few moments and then pulled back until the tip rested just between his lips. He unleashed a long, low, animalistic groan and the head of his cock swelled up as Adam ran his tongue over the underside. His reward came a moment later.  Everett's cock erupted, launching thick ropes of cum onto Adam's tongue.

As he received his reward, Adam joined Monica and Everett in moaning, for he felt a genuine sense of joy. He'd completed his task and offered his submission to Monica. He'd taken a face fucking from her husband. He'd been put in his place in the most erotic way imaginable.

"Show me his cum," Monica said as Everett pulled out.

Adam turned to his domme, opened his mouth, and showed Monica the cum that rested on his tongue, the cum that he'd worked hard for.

"Swallow your reward," she instructed.

Adam closed his mouth, savored the taste of cum for a few moments longer, and swallowed. The thick semen coated his throat as it slid down into his stomach, becoming a part of him. He closed his eyes and let the warm, joyful sensations of submission work their way through his body.

"Was he good?" Monica asked.

"He was excellent," Everett replied. "You've trained him well."

"Would you like to use him again sometime?" Monica said. "Perhaps the next time you've had a stressful day at work and you'd like to relieve that tension by using a piece of meat like Adam?"

Everett chuckled. "That sounds like a perfect idea."

Adam would happily give himself over to the task of relieving Everett of his stress, for it's what Monica wanted, and all Adam really cared about was serving his domme and ensuring that her needs were always met.