A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 10

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Precum still dripped from Adam's cock as he gathered the towels from Monica and Everett's bathroom and dropped them into the laundry basket. He'd just been granted the privilege of watching them fuck and mere moments after they were finished Monica had ordered him to begin a load of laundry while she and Everett cuddled in bed.

"Did you get the hand towels?" Monica asked as Adam stepped out of the bathroom with the basket under his arm.

"I did," he replied.

Monica's head rested on Everett's chest and she had her arm draped over his stomach. His cock was still half hard and Adam could see a drop of cum resting at the tip. It was the only bit of his cum that hadn't ended up inside Monica.

"Before you put that in the laundry," Monica said as she wrapped her fingers around the base of her husband's cock, "I want you to clean this little bit of cum from Everett's beautiful dick."

Adam set the laundry basket on the floor and reached in to grab one of the hand towels before approaching the bed.

"What are you doing?" Monica asked as she looked at the towel. "I didn't say use a towel to clean the cum from his cock. I want you to use your mouth like a good submissive. I want you to wrap your lips around my husband's beautiful cock and I want you to suck it clean."

"Of course," Adam said as he dropped the towel. He approached the bed slowly and stared at the cock in Monica's hand. He'd been close to it before - Everett had cum in his mouth multiple times at that point - but actually taking it in his mouth felt different.

Monica ran her fingers up Everett's shaft and said, "Don't be nervous. This is all just a part of being a good boy for me. You're just going to suck that delicious little drop of cum from the tip. That's it."

Adam reached the edge of the bed and bent over. He parted his lips as he stared at the plump head of Everett's cock. Monica released her husband's shaft and put her hand on the back of Adam's head, applying gentle pressure.

"Do it," she said softly. "Take the head in your mouth. Taste it. Suck up that little drop of cum. Do it for me. Show me that you're a good boy for me, Adam. Show me that all you really care about is being a good boy for me."

Adam did it. He took the head of Everett's cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. He cleaned up the cum and then he pulled back and swallowed. He couldn't bear to look at Everett, but he looked at Monica and saw the seductive smile on her face.

"You just earned a reward," she said softly. "All because you were willing to be a good boy. Go get that laundry started and I'll let you clean my pussy. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

Adam nodded. Even the idea of cleaning her pussy was enough to make his cock throb. In that moment, he couldn't think of anything more exciting than being invited between her legs to lick Everett's cum out of her.

"Then go," Monica said. "Put the towels in the wash. It won't be the last load of laundry you do for me today, so you need to get started."

Adam picked up the basket of clothes and headed for the laundry room with his stiff cock leading the way. His heart pounded at the notion that he'd just had another man's cock in his mouth, even if it was for little more than a few seconds. He didn't feel bad about it, though. He felt excited, as if he'd just done something wonderful for Monica, as if giving himself to her in that way was the most satisfying thing he could have done in that moment.

The shower was running and Everett had left the bed by the time Adam returned with the empty laundry basket. Monica was naked in the bed and her legs were closed, depriving Adam of the view of what he craved most.

"Do you want to clean my pussy, Adam?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he replied.

Monica slowly parted her thighs and Adam couldn't help but stare. The sight of her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy was exquisite, and the idea that he would soon get to push his tongue inside her was almost too much to handle given the aroused state he was in.

"Do you want to eat my husband's cum out of me?" she asked while grasping one of her perky, soft breasts in her hand and gently playing with the flesh.

"Yes, more than anything," Adam answered. "Please, Monica, let me clean you."

She smiled and pulled on her nipple. A moan escaped her lips and Monica closed her eyes as she reached between her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy. She held it there for a few moments and then pulled it out and sucked it clean. "Mmm, my pussy tastes so good when it's full of my husband's cum. Is that why you want to clean me, Adam? Do you want to taste my husband's cum on that eager tongue of yours? Do you want to lick his delicious, creamy load out of me?"

"Yes, please, Monica, I'm desperate," Adam answered as his cock continued to throb.

"I know you are," Monica said with a smile. "But you don't deserve to be in the bed I share with my husband, Adam. You're not worthy of that. So get on your back on the floor. That's where a submissive like you belongs."

Adam hastily dropped to the floor and got on his back as Monica got out of the bed and stood astride his body. A few drops of cum fell onto his chest and he wished desperately that she would sit on his face and grant him the pleasure of cleaning Everett's cum out of her.

"Do you want me to feed you my husband's cum?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he answered.

Monica smiled, stepped forward until she stood directly above his face, and then dropped down until she was on her knees. Adam stared at her pussy, at the pink, puffy lips and how utterly perfect they looked. He desperately wanted to extend his tongue and taste her, but he refrained from doing so. He hadn't been given permission, after all.

Monica slowly lowered her hips, bringing her pussy ever closer to Adam's mouth. He felt his mouth watering and his heart pounding. He was thrilled to be given permission to feed on her pussy after she'd been fucked by her husband, a superior man. Every bit of the situation he was in sent Adam's submissive side into overdrive, leaving his entire body aroused.

"Drink from my pussy," Monica said as her pussy lips reached Adam's mouth. "Drink my husband's cum from my cunt, Adam. Put your tongue inside me and drink every bit of his seed."

Adam felt a potent surge of lust work its way through his body as he stared up into Monica's eyes and pushed his tongue inside her. He felt a deep connection with her in that moment as she too refused to look away, connecting with her submissive just as he connected with her.

"You're a good boy, Adam," she said. "A very good boy. Lick his cum out of me. Clean me. Drink a superior man's cum from the pussy you love so much."

Adam swallowed every drop of cum he could find. He swallowed every bit of it like Monica wanted him too and his dick throbbed with delight the entire time. Monica made no effort to reach back and give him pleasure, though, perhaps because she understood that the chance to eat her cum-filled pussy was all the pleasure that Adam needed.

Eventually, Monica began to ride his face, taking her pleasure as Adam finished cleaning her pussy. In doing so, she spread the combined juices that rested inside her all over his face, leaving a slick, sticky mess behind, an act that Adam found hugely thrilling as it pushed him even deeper into submission. When she came on his face - with more juice dripping out of her - Adam felt as though he'd ascended into his own personal heaven, a joyful feeling that would stick with him long after Monica lifted her pussy from his face.

After her climax had passed, Monica lowered more of her weight onto Adam's face, smothering him as she said, "Everett will be off to work soon, and he's going to work hard to earn us money, just like a real man should. You're going to spend your morning as my domestic servant, and if you're exceptionally lucky I'll let you cum - and eat your load - before I send you home. Do you understand?"

Adam nodded, for he couldn't say a word while being smothered by her pussy. He didn't need to say anything, though, just like Monica didn't need to ask. He was her dedicated servant in whatever way she wanted him to be.

"You know, you're getting in better shape," Monica noted as they strolled down the block on their way to the park.

Adam couldn't help but smile. "I know. It turns out that working out regularly will help you get in shape." He laughed and added, "Thank you, by the way. You're the reason I'm in better shape."

Monica offered a smack on the ass and said, "Keep at it. Believe it or not, dominant women prefer a fit submissive. It's not even about a better body, to be honest. It's about dominating a man that has self-respect, that cares enough to work on his body. And, I suppose, it's about dominating a man that could probably attract a good woman if he was so inclined. There's something rather alluring about a man like that being willing to offer his complete and utter submission to you."

Adam could hear just a hint of lust in her voice, a notion that made him wish they were back at her house so he might end up on his knees with his tongue inside her.

"Speaking of which, how are things going with Erica?" Monica asked.

Adam smiled at the burgeoning relationship with his ex-girlfriend. "We've been texting on most days and we've done a few FaceTime calls. I don't know for sure, but I think she’s not willing to take it further yet because she wants me to prove that I'm for real, you know?"

"She doesn't really know the submissive version of you yet," Monica said. She reached out and Adam thought she might smack his ass again, but this time she grabbed a handful of his bottom and squeezed hard, as if she was claiming ownership of it. "She got a little taste of it during our lunch date, but she doesn't know the real you yet, not like I do. I think she wants to know that version of you, though. I think she wants to surrender to that side of herself, to have a submissive boyfriend."

"Have you...have you talked to her?" Adam asked.

"I have," Monica said as they crossed the street and headed for the park. "I think you're right. I think she just wants you to prove that you're for real. From what I understand, you're doing a decent job of that though."

Adam smiled. "Are you talking about the night I let her direct my masturbation?"

Monica nodded. "She mentioned it. It was kind of cute, actually, as she seemed to feel bad that she let you masturbate without my permission. I like that she had such respect for my dominance over you."

"She did. She didn't let me cum, either, if that makes any difference. I think she just wanted to experiment with trying to make me follow orders," he explained. "I did, too. I followed all her orders, even when it hurt a little."

"It hurt?" Monica asked with a curious, borderline delighted smile on her face.

"She wanted me to squeeze and pull on my balls really hard," he said. "To get kind of aggressive with them. I did it, too. It hurt a little, but to be honest, it felt kind of good."

"And did she enjoy making you do that?" Monica asked as they strolled through a beautiful, well-shaded part of the park. "If you could tell, that is."

"We were on FaceTime...so I could see her face, I could see that she was enjoying it. She looked...well, kind of like you look when you're really dominating me, really taking charge," he explained. "She didn't masturbate or anything, but she really did seem to be enjoying herself."

"A domme doesn't need to masturbate to find pleasure in taking control of a submissive," Monica said. "Sometimes, the pleasure of that control is more than enough to make a domme feel everything she desires. Though I suppose Erica might have masturbated the moment she got off the phone. If she did, I bet the orgasm she had was better than any you gave her while you were dating."

Adam's cock stirred as Monica delivered a casual-but-potent dose of humiliation. It felt particularly potent because she was almost certainly right. He knew he wasn't capable of satisfying Erica - or any woman, for that matter - in the traditional manner in which a man satisfies a woman, but he hoped that by offering his submission he might be able to make his ex happier than when they'd been together.

"You like hearing that, don't you?" Monica asked as she stopped in the middle of the path.

"Yes, I do," Adam admitted.

Monica smiled and reached up to caress his face in a warm, remarkably tender manner. "Most men would hate to be told that they're incapable of satisfying a woman. Most men wouldn't get excited when that truth was revealed. But, I suppose most men wouldn't get off on cleaning a woman's cum-filled pussy either, would they?"

Adam shook his head and Monica slowly ran her thumb over his lips. All he could think about was how badly he wanted her to put it in his mouth, to make him suck on it, despite the fact that they were in public, and in a park where their neighbors often visited. He didn't care about any of that, though. He was under her spell and all he wanted was to do exactly as she desired.

"You'd do anything I asked right now, wouldn't you?" she said.

"Yes," Adam admitted.

Monica smiled and pushed her thumb into his mouth. Adam sucked on it as he stared into her eyes. His heart pounded as he lost himself in submission. He didn't care if someone came along and saw. He didn't care if a neighbor saw. Submission was all he cared about.

Monica pulled her thumb from his mouth and replaced it with three fingers. She pushed them deep and Adam took it even though he gagged a little. He didn't care. He was being used for her pleasure, put to work as a submissive, and it felt good. It felt so good.

"Follow me," Monica said.

She pulled her fingers from his mouth and walked off. Adam followed behind as she led him through the well-designed, beautiful park that featured a series of winding paths, lots of trees, and a gazebo that was tucked out of the way and almost always in the shade of a handful of tall trees. Monica led him right to the gazebo, took a seat on one of the wooden benches, and watched as Adam put his hands behind his back and waited for her next command.

"Do you think you can do twenty push-ups?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Good. Drop down and give me twenty," she ordered. "If you can do it, I'll give you a reward."

Adam dropped down immediately and started counting off push-ups. He hadn't yet built a great deal of strength, but he was confident he could do twenty. He slowed halfway through and he felt a little bit of burn in his muscles, but he got there. The last one was quite a struggle, but he made it. He pushed through because he didn't want to disappoint Monica.

He sat back on his knees when he was finished and turned to his beautiful domme. She boldly pushed a hand down the front of her leggings and masturbated while staring into his eyes. Her lips parted and she moaned. Adam didn't look around to see if anyone was coming or watching, though. He simply stared at her. He admired her beauty. He wondered if his reward was the pleasure of watching her masturbate and he decided that it would be more than enough, for watching his domme masturbate was a joy.

"Come to me," Monica demanded.

Adam crawled to her as the breeze picked up and blew through the gazebo. Monica parted her legs and he stopped between them as her fingers continued to dance inside her leggings.

Monica smiled, pulled her hand from her leggings, and shoved her fingers in his mouth. Adam swirled his tongue around her flesh and soaked up the taste of her sweet juices as Monica smiled in delight at his eager act of submission.

She pulled her fingers from his mouth, stood up, and turned around. She glanced from side to side - presumably to see if anyone else was around - and then lowered her leggings. Adam thought of their naughty little interaction in the gym parking lot, of how he'd eaten her ass, and he hoped desperately she'd let him do it again.

"Put your tongue between my ass cheeks," she said. "Eat my asshole while I masturbate. Enjoy your reward for being a good submissive."

Adam gleefully leaned forward and pressed his face between her perfect, slightly sweaty ass cheeks. He licked her asshole as she masturbated and he heard stifled moans escape her lips. Her pussy was wet - he could hear that too - and it sounded like her fingers were furiously dancing over it as she launched into a vigorous pursuit of her orgasm.

Her climax arrived quickly. She grunted and groaned as Adam flicked his tongue back and forth over her asshole, claiming the reward she'd offered him and savoring every second of it.

When she'd finished cumming, Monica stood up, pulled up her leggings, and spun around. She looked down at the bulge in Adam's shorts and lifted her foot to tease it a little through the thin, lightweight material of his shorts.

"Take your dick out," she said. "Jerk off into your hand. Right now."

Adam lowered his shorts and stroked his cock. He looked up at Monica and she ran her fingers through his hair and then pushed them into his mouth. She fucked his face slowly and he moaned while masturbating furiously.

"Everett's going to fuck your face soon," she said. "He's going to fill this mouth of yours with his big, beautiful cock. He's going to help me show you what it truly means to be submissive, and I think we both know you're going to enjoy it, Adam. I think we both know you're going to get off on being used as a fuck toy for my husband's pleasure."

Adam confirmed the truth of what she'd said by cumming in his hand. He moaned around her fingers as pleasure rocketed through his body, starting between his legs and pulsing outwards, leaving him weak all over while Monica's fingers remained in his mouth.

"Eat your cum," she instructed as her fingers departed his mouth.

Adam lifted his hand to his lips and poured the cum into his mouth. He looked up at Monica and held the slimy substance on his tongue.

"Swallow for me," she said.

Adam swallowed. The cum burned going down, but it felt so good to submit, particularly in a public place.

"Put your cock away and do 20 more push-ups for me," Monica instructed.

Adam tucked his cock back into his shorts, got into position, and went back to work. He'd do anything for Monica, anything at all.