A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 8

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"Can you still taste it?" Monica asked.

Adam looked up at the naked goddess sitting on her couch in front of him and nodded. "Yes, I can."

Monica smiled and then closed her eyes as Adam continued to rub her feet from his position on the floor. "Tell me what it is you can taste in your mouth, Adam," she instructed.

"I can taste your husband's cum," Adam answered.

Soon after waking up that morning, Adam had been summoned to Monica and Everett's home. He'd walked in through the back door and headed upstairs as Monica had instructed in her text. He stripped outside the bedroom door and then pushed it open and stepped inside to find Monica giving Everett a rather vigorous blowjob. Adam sank to his knees and watched as his domme and her husband had a rather lengthy round of wild, passionate sex that included a trio of positions. Then, when Everett was ready to cum, Monica had requested that he unload in Adam's mouth.

"Mmm, that's right," Monica said as she reached between her legs and ran her fingers over her plump, still slippery labia. "My husband came in your mouth this morning. He dumped his hot load onto your tongue and you swallowed it like a good submissive should."

Adam could still see the look on Everett's face as he stood over him. It was one of conquest, of complete and utter superiority. Monica had been right. Her husband found it hugely pleasurable to cum in an inferior man's mouth. Adam had worried that Everett might find it weird or disgusting in some way, but if anything, the opposite was true. He seemed to find it invigorating.

Monica slipped a finger into her pussy, bit her lower lip suggestively, and asked, "Did you like the taste of my husband's cum, Adam?"

Adam shook his head. Cum didn't taste good. It just didn't, and he saw no point in lying. He didn't think Monica wanted him to lie, in fact.

She smiled in seeming delight, as if she enjoyed the fact that her husband's cum had been unpleasant for Adam to consume. "But you took his load in your mouth anyway, didn't you? You took it because I told you to. You opened wide and you welcomed his hot load onto your tongue because it's what your domme wanted."

"Yes, I did," Adam said. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, as it had done from the moment he got hard while watching Monica suck her husband's cock with such vigor. Adam had felt a touch of jealousy during those moments - he would have killed for a blowjob from Monica - but it was the pleasure of submission and service that excited him more than anything.

"You're a good boy, Adam," Monica said as she dropped one of her feet into his lap and rubbed her big toe over the head of his cock. She added a second finger to her pussy, pushed it deep, and then pulled them free before leaning forward and pushing those slippery fingers into Adam's mouth.

He stared into her beautiful eyes while sucking on her fingers as they moved in and out of his mouth. She fucked his face slowly and gleefully, taking pleasure in the deep penetration that made him gag a few times.

"I wonder, Adam, if my husband would enjoy fucking your mouth as much as he enjoyed cumming in it," Monica said.

Adam's heart beat a little faster as he felt a mild sense of panic wash over him. He didn't move, though. He didn't run from his fear and panic. He stayed on his knees and continued to offer Monica the foot massage she'd demanded, all while she filled his mouth over and over.

"What's the matter?" Monica asked. "You don't like the idea of my husband fucking your mouth, Adam? You don't like the idea of Everett showing his superiority to you by fucking your mouth for his pleasure and pumping his cum down your throat as you gag?"

Adam shook his head. He didn't like that idea. Not even a little.

"Will you do it if I want it, Adam?" she asked while pulling her fingers from his mouth.

"Yes," he answered.

That seemed to bring Monica a deep sense of joy, to the point that she leaned forward, took his head in her hands, and surprised Adam by offering him a soft kiss on the lips. It didn't last long - just a few moments - but it was like a little bit of heaven for him to be rewarded by his domme in that manner.

"I love that you're so eager to please me, Adam," she said softly.

He thought she might kiss him again, but instead Monica sat back, spread her legs, and pointed towards her pussy. Adam dropped her feet from his grasp and crawled forward. He looked up at his domme and she smiled, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him closer until he could smell the sex she'd had with her husband that morning.

"I liked knowing that you were watching this morning," Monica said as Adam put his tongue to work on her pussy. "It turned me on to know that my submissive was on his knees with a stiff dick between his legs as he watched my husband fuck me."

Adam could still picture the sight of Everett's cock inside Monica's pussy as she rode him. It was exceptionally long and it was thick enough that Monica's pussy lips clung to it every time she lifted her hips. It was as if her body despaired at the idea of being without Everett's cock and it was trying hard not to let him fall out of her. She'd been astoundingly wet, too, leaving her husband's shaft coated with her slick juices every time he departed the warmth and wetness of her pussy.

"Do you think you could have fucked me like Everett did, Adam? Do you think you could fuck me like my husband did this morning?" Monica asked.

"No," Adam answered. "I could never fuck you like Everett did."

Monica closed her eyes, arched her back, and grabbed a handful of Adam's hair. She pulled him closer, smothering him with her pussy and leaving her juices on his face. It was a subtle display of dominance that he found thrilling and it lead to his cock throbbing even harder.

"No, you couldn't," Monica said. "You couldn't fuck any woman like that. You're getting in better shape - I can see the difference from our trips to the gym - but I think we both know you'll never have it in you to dominate a woman, don't we, Adam? I think we both know that you'll always be a submissive, that you'll always prefer to be on your knees and offering your submission and service to a woman like me, don't we?"

She pulled back on his hair and Adam looked up at her and said, "All I want is to serve you, Monica. I just want to make you happy, to make your life easier, to give you pleasure."

"Which is why you'll open wide and take my husband's cock down your throat if it's what I want," she said.

"Yes," Adam answered. He was fairly certain Everett wouldn't actually want to do that - though that wasn't really based in anything - but he would submit if it came to that. He wouldn't enjoy it - he hadn't actually enjoyed the feeling of another man's cum hitting his tongue - but he would do it, because that's what a good submissive did.

"Eat my pussy," Monica instructed as she once again pulled him to her pussy lips.

Adam put his tongue to work once more as he thought of Monica and Everett having doggystyle sex in their bed. She'd gotten on her hands and knees facing Adam and beckoned him to crawl closer. She reached out, grabbed a handful of his hair, and told him that he could never fuck her like Everett did, that he wasn't anywhere near the kind of man her husband was, that he was the kind of man who was destined to wait on his knees and watch as someone far superior fucked the woman he lusted after. Then Everett had delivered a world class, vigorous, powerful doggystyle fucking, proving with every thrust that Adam absolutely couldn't have fucked her like that. It was a humbling, erotic experience that helped Adam further embrace his desire to submit to Monica and to serve her in every imaginable way.

Monica reached down and grabbed a second handful of Adam's hair. She pulled him a little closer and held his head in place as she began to rub her pussy over his face. She was effectively fucking his face with her cunt, using him as little more than an eager toy to make her clit feel good. He felt her thighs begin to tremble and it put a smile on his face to know that his willingness to be face fucked was going to get her off.

"Oh, fuck...I'm cumming, Adam...I'm cumming!" Monica cried out.

She dropped her ass onto the couch, released her grip on his hair, and had a loud, lusty orgasm. Adam felt as though it seemed nearly as powerful as the orgasm she'd experienced earlier that morning with her husband, but he wasn't entirely sure. It was damn good, though, and he felt at least partly responsible for it, a notion that put a smile on his face as he felt her pussy juices slowly drying.

"That was exquisite," Monica said as a smile crossed her face. "You are exquisite, Adam."

"Thank you," he replied before he too smiled, and with genuine happiness. "It makes me happy to serve you, Monica. It truly does. Happier than I've ever felt."

Monica sat up and leaned forward. She gently ran her fingers through Adam's hair and then leaned forward to kiss him once more. Again it was soft and quick and it again it filled him with joy. "I know it does, Adam, and you should know that it makes me genuinely happy to dominate you. We make a very good pair in that way."

Adam saw what he was certain was genuine affection in her eyes and on her face as she looked down at him. He felt that same affection towards her and it brought him no small amount of joy to know that she felt anywhere near that way about him.

"I think we should go to the gym," Monica said. "If you work hard there, I'll let you cum when we get back."

"I'll work hard," Adam replied.

Monica chuckled. "I'm sure you will. It's been nearly a week since I let you have an orgasm, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has," he said.

"Head back to your house. Get dressed and then meet me at the garage and we'll go to the gym," she replied. "I bought a new pair of leggings. I think you're going to enjoy them."

Adam hopped to his feet, quickly got dressed, and then rushed back to his house to change into his gym clothes. They'd been going almost every day for nearly two weeks and he'd thoroughly enjoyed each trip, mostly because they all involved some sort of submission, from subtle acts in the gym to overt submission in the car, the parking lot, or back at either of their homes afterwards. With any luck, that submission would also come with an orgasm, which would make this day even more exciting than most.

"Did you notice that someone actually checked you out at the gym today?" Monica asked as she pulled into her garage.

"No," Adam said with genuine delight in his voice. "Wait, was it a woman?"

Monica laughed. "It was. She was cute, too. I've seen her a few times before and I'll bet she's seen you. Your hard work is paying off, Adam. You might find yourself a girlfriend before too long. Assuming you want one, that is."

They got out of the car and Monica gestured for Adam to join her in the house, which put a bright smile on his face. "I should want a girlfriend, shouldn't I?"

"It's not for me to say," Monica replied while heading for the kitchen.

Adam followed and stared at her ass in the utterly perfect pair of leggings she'd worn that day. They featured semi-sheer cutouts on the fronts and backs of her thighs, offering up a great deal more skin than a typical pair of leggings did and looking quite splendid in doing so.

"Submitting to you might be hard if I had a girlfriend," Adam noted. "And...well, I guess right now that submission feels a lot better than just about anything ever has for me, so I'm not sure I want to even consider giving that up."

Monica grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with cold water from the refrigerator's dispenser, and leaned against the counter as she took a sip. Then she smiled over the rim of her glass and pointed to the floor at her feet. Adam happily rushed towards her and dropped to his  knees. "Your happiness is important, Adam, so don't do anything to diminish it, even if it means giving up the pleasure of serving. Perhaps you'd find yourself a girlfriend that would enjoy dominating you."

"I can't imagine there are many women like you out there," Adam said.

Monica set her glass on the counter, smiled, and replied, "You might be right about that, and as long as you're happy offering your submission to me and going without a girlfriend, I'm not going to complain."

"I am happy," Adam replied. "Happier than I've ever been, I think."

Monica spun around and leaned forward to open the window just above her sink that looked out onto her front yard. It was an unseasonably warm late winter day, but the air was still cool and it felt wondrously refreshing after a hard workout.

"Monica!" someone called out.

"Hey Sue!" Monica replied through the open window. She looked back at Adam, smiled, and said, "Take my leggings down. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole."

Adam crawled closer and reached up to pull her leggings down, revealing Monica's flawless ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze and then parted her cheeks before pressing his face between them. His tongue extended and he licked the acrid sweat from her ass.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Sue asked. Her voice was closer. She must have been up on the lawn and coming towards the window. Adam's heart beat a little faster, but he didn't stop rimming Monica's perfect ass. Not even for a moment.

"It's an absolutely perfect day," Monica replied.

A few seconds of silence passed - while Adam hoped that Sue had seen fit to leave - before she spoke up again. "You know, I've noticed that you and Adam have been spending a bit more time together lately. It seems like you've formed quite the friendship."

Adam pressed his tongue against Monica's asshole and pushed just a little bit inside her as he wondered what their nosy neighbor would think if she actually knew the truth of their relationship. Unsurprisingly, his cock throbbed painfully in his gym shorts as he provided that wondrous rimjob and tongue fucked Monica's ass.

"You know, it was the Halloween party," Monica said. "I didn't realize just how interesting a man Adam was until I got to know him a little better at the party."

"I've never found him particularly interesting," Sue shot back.

Monica leaned forward a little and Adam ravenously licked up and down her crack, soaking up every bit of sweat she'd built up at the gym. Something about rimming her while she was talking to Sue made the whole thing so much more exciting.

"Well, to each their own, I suppose," Monica replied in a voice that was far kinder than Sue deserved.

"And how's Everett?" Sue asked.

Monica slipped her foot from her sneaker and reached back to play with Adam's cock through his shorts as she answered, "We're as happy as we've ever been, Sue. And no, I'm not having an affair with Adam. We're just friends."

"I didn't say anything about an affair," Sue replied.

"You didn't have to say it, Sue. You implied it with your questions and that judgmental look on your face. Just because I'm friends with another man doesn't mean I'm cheating on my husband. Everett is an exquisite man. He meets all my needs and then some. In fact, he fucked me this morning before he went to work and he made sure I had a spectacular orgasm."

"I never...how dare you...I swear..." Sue said before her voice got quiet enough – she must have turned and walked away - that Adam couldn't hear what she was saying.

Monica closed the window, spun around, and looked down at Adam. She managed to use her toes to untie his shorts and work them down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing his cock without saying a word.

"I can't believe you just said that," Adam said.

Monica smiled. "Fuck her. I didn't say anything that wasn't true and I can't imagine any of our other neighbors would care that I shared with Sue that my husband fucked me, so fuck her. She's a pain in the ass and she always has been."

"Yes, she is," Adam said as he did everything in his power not to look at Monica's pussy, which was mere inches from his face.

"Masturbate for me," Monica instructed.

Adam wrapped his fingers around his cock, collected the precum at the tip, and masturbated as he let his gaze wander between Monica's legs. She reached down, spread her pussy lips, and slipped two fingers inside. Adam heard how wet she was and he stroked his cock faster. Monica slipped her shoe from her other foot and reached down to take off her socks, freeing her lovely, freshly-manicured toes.

"Did you enjoy eating my sweaty ass, Adam?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Would you enjoy having an orgasm?” she asked.

"Very much so," he answered as his hand swiftly moved up and down his shaft.

"And will you clean up your load after you cum, Adam?" she asked. "Will you be a good boy and lick up your mess?"

"Yes, absolutely," he replied.

"Then cum on my feet, Adam," Monica said as pressed her feet together. "And while you do, I want you to think about Everett fucking me. Think about him showing you exactly what kind of man he is. Think about him showing you that you're not capable of satisfying me like he does. Then think about him unloading in your mouth, coating your tongue in his cum. Think about the fact that his cum is still in your stomach."

She masturbated furiously while instructing him, making it clear that she was hugely aroused by what had unfolded that morning. She wasn't the only one, as reliving the time he'd spent on his knees in their bedroom proved to be utterly intoxicating for Adam. He aimed his cock at Monica's beautiful feet, groaned, and then unloaded. His cum covered her soft skin and even a few of her toes, obscuring her manicure with a thin layer of his seed.

Adam didn't even wait for her instruction to clean. Instead, he bent over and licked his cum from her feet while Monica masturbated furiously above him. He listened to her moan - and to the sound of her fingers moving between her wet pussy lips - and he devoured his seed, for it was his duty as her submissive to fulfill her wishes, and she wished for him to clean up his mess.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Monica cried out.

Her toes curled and Adam took them into his mouth and sucked up his cum. He felt her body vibrating with pleasure and he took pride in having been responsible for at least some of it.

When her feet were clean of his load, Adam sat back on his knees, smiled at his domme, and said, "Thank you for letting me cum, and for letting me clean your beautiful feet."

"It was my pleasure, Adam," she said. "Now there's some laundry I'd like you to do. And while that's running, you can vacuum the bedrooms. Once you've got the laundry in the dryer you can go home and do your real job. Oh, and you'll do all of that without any clothing on."

Adam stood, smiled, and stripped before heading upstairs to find the dirty laundry. "Thank you for letting me serve you, Monica," he said at the base of the stairs. He meant every word of it, too, for there was nothing in life quite as pleasurable as serving his domme.