A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 6

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"I'm coming over," Monica texted early on a frigid late January morning. "I'd like you naked and on your knees by the door when I arrive."

Adam hopped up from his desk and stripped without giving it a second thought. He unlocked the front door, dropped to his knees, and waited there with his hands behind his back. Five minutes later he saw Monica come out of her house and trudge through the snow in a pair of tight leggings, a lovely cable knit sweater, and a pair of boots with fuzzy trim.

Monica smiled as she stepped into Adam's house and shut the door behind her. "You're a good listener, as every submissive should be."

She didn't look all that different from any other day, and yet Adam was struck by her exceptional beauty as he looked up at the woman who'd taken such pleasure in dominating him over the past few months. "You look beautiful, Monica."

She smiled. "That's probably because I had an orgasm not that long ago. Everett woke up horny and I almost always give him what he wants when he's that way. To be honest, fucking him was a little hotter knowing that I could feed his cum to you, Adam. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me happy," Adam answered as his cock stirred between his legs. "Anytime I bring you even a little bit of joy it makes me happy, and if I can improve your sex life or your orgasms, that feels like a massive accomplishment."

"Crawl after me," Monica said before walking past Adam and heading for his living room. He crawled behind her as instructed and stopped at her feet as she sat on his couch. "Take my boots off."

He carefully pulled the snowy boots off her feet and set them on the floor next to the couch. Monica smiled at his obedience and extended one of her feet to tease his cock, which was now half hard and eager to receive any sort of attention.

"There was a time, Adam, when I didn't understand my desires," Monica said. "All I knew was that something was missing, that I needed more than I had. For a while I thought I was just being greedy. After all, I was married to a wonderful, handsome, strong, successful man that almost any woman would kill to have as her husband. I have a lovely house. We go on great vacations. I have everything I thought I wanted, and yet there was still something missing."

She'd managed to bring his cock to an erect state by that point and as her toes worked the head of his cock and Adam felt a sense of arousal slowly growing and enveloping him.

"Then I found you, Adam," Monica said. "I think I realized what you might be after I spent a little time with you and your ex-girlfriend when you came to our party last summer. It was clear she was something of an alpha female and you just weren't up to snuff, at least as far as she was concerned. It was also clear that you would have been willing to do just about anything for her, that if she were a dominant woman she could have had so much fun with you. That's when my inner domme awakened. I wasn't ready to embrace it yet, but that's when I got the first taste of it. As you know, I didn't let her out until Halloween, but she was simmering just below the surface, Adam, and waiting for the right moment."

"I'm glad you found that moment," he said. "And I'm glad I was the one you decided you wanted to dominate. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to serve you, Monica. I honestly didn't know I was this kind of submissive, that I was so eager to surrender to someone like you, but it makes me so happy to do so. It really does."

Monica leaned forward and reached up to caress his face. Her touch was gentle and impossibly soft and Adam felt deeply fulfilled by such a small offering of affection from her. "As long as you continue to serve as I desire, I see no reason why our relationship can't last long into the future, Adam. Everett is thoroughly enjoying the whole thing, too."

"Really?" Adam asked.

Monica smiled and ran her index finger over Adam's lips. "He likes that you do whatever I tell you. Like how you've been shoveling our driveway when it snows and cleaning our house when I don't feel like doing it." She slipped her finger between his lips and Adam gently sucked on it. "He likes that I'm hornier, too, that dominating you has unlocked a part of my sexuality that has led to more sex between the two of us. He says I'm more passionate, too. I think it's just because I spend so much time turned on. It's kind of a perfect fit, Adam. Dominating you thrills me and then I can turn to my husband and he can fuck me like I need to be fucked."

Monica leaned a little closer and pushed her finger deep into Adam's mouth and held it there. She smiled before pulling out, adding a second finger, and gently fucking his mouth. She grasped a handful of his hair and pulled just tight enough to cause a hint of pain, though Adam moaned from the simple pleasure of feeling like she'd seized control over him.

"I can feel a need for more, Adam," Monica said. "I can feel it growing inside me. The more I feed it, the more it grows. The more I dominate you, the more I want to do with you. I want to explore, to see how far I can push you before you push back."

Adam couldn't offer a response with her fingers in his mouth, but he would have told Monica that she was free to push him as far as she wanted, for he wasn't sure he had a limit where serving her was concerned.

"Take my socks off," Monica said as she pulled her fingers from his mouth and leaned back.

Adam hastily removed her socks and set them in her boots as Monica moved one of her feet between his legs to pleasure his still stiff cock.

"Are you dripping, Adam? Did I just get your precum on my toe?" she asked.

"I think so, yes," he admitted with a nod.

"I love that you get so excited when you serve me," Monica replied while lifting her toe until it rested in front of his mouth. "Now I'd love it if you sucked your sticky fluid off my toe."

Adam wrapped his lips around her big toe and stared into Monica's eyes as he sucked it clean. He watched her lips curl into a smile and he was certain he saw a flare up of lust in her eyes. True to her word, Monica was turned on when he offered his submission.

"Suck harder," she instructed. "And use your tongue like a good boy."

Adam sucked harder and swirled his tongue around her toe, holding her gaze the entire time. He felt utterly enthralled with his beautiful neighbor in that moment and his cock continued to drip precum from the sheer power of the arousal coursing through him.

Monica pulled her toe from his mouth and said, "Take my leggings off."

She lifted her ass from the couch and Adam slipped his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them off her long, lovely legs. He set them aside and looked between her thighs to see a sexy pair of pink lace panties resting against her pussy. Adam noted a damp spot in them, signifying Everett's cum leaking out of her.

"Is this what you want?" Monica asked while sliding her hips forward until her pussy rested at the edge of the couch cushion.

"Yes," Adam admitted.

"Tell me why, Adam? Why do you want to be welcomed between my legs to clean my husband's cum from my pussy? Why does that turn you on?" she asked.

"I don't really know," he answered. "Or, I don't have a clear sense of it. I just know that my heart is pounding right now. I know that my cock is hard. More than that, I know that it feels like my entire body is humming with arousal, with desire. Maybe it's because it's the sort of thing most men wouldn't ever want to do. Maybe it's because it's kind of gross and doing something gross is hot to me. Maybe it's because I know you'll never let me fuck you so there's something really hot about being made to clean the cum of the man that is allowed to fuck you."

"You're right that most men would never want to clean a woman's cum-filled pussy," Monica said. "Everett would rather die, and yet here you are with a rock hard cock as you're moments away from being allowed to clean my messy pussy. That's the reason I like you, Adam. You're not like most men. You're different. You're eager to serve. You're willing to have your boundaries pushed. You're willing to do what I want because making me happy is what matters most to you."

"That's true," Adam admitted.

Monica slipped a hand into her panties and her fingers emerged covered in slick fluid. She extended her hand and said, "Suck them clean, Adam."

Adam wrapped his lips around her cum-soaked fingers and sucked gently and slowly. He savored the taste of Everett's cum and her juices, and while it was unpleasantly strong and salty, there was an odd sense of pleasure in that.

"It looks like you genuinely love that, Adam," Monica said. "And that makes me happy. That turns me on. You're willing to do something most men would find impossibly disgusting and your fucking dick is hard while you do it. You're such a good subby, Adam, and I'm going to keep pushing you to be even better for me. I'm going to keep expanding your boundaries and I'm going to expand my own while I do so. We're going to have so much fun together."

Monica pulled her fingers from his mouth, reached between her legs, and moved her pink panties aside. Adam directed his gaze between her legs and stared at her pussy. Her lips were wet and puffy and he could see bit of cum dripping out of her. His cock throbbed and his mouth watered as he stared at the truly breathtaking sight.

"May I clean your pussy?" he asked.

"You may," she replied.

Adam crawled forward, placed his head between her soft thighs, and put his tongue into Monica's slick pussy. He pushed deep inside her and bathed his taste buds in Everett's cum. He scooped up a thick dollop, pulled it into his mouth, and swallowed.

"Eat his cum, Adam," Monica said. "Eat my husband's cum out of me. Eat it like a good boy."

Adam pushed his tongue deeper as Monica rested her feet on his lower back and put a hand on his head. It was a small thing, but it felt as though she seized control of his body in that moment and he couldn't help but moan as he found yet another dollop of thick cum and pulled it out of her.

"Show it to me," she said.

Adam tilted his head back and opened his mouth. He showed Monica the salty treat resting on his tongue and she smiled.

"You look good with my husband's cum in your mouth, Adam," she said. "Maybe I'll have him cum directly between those pretty lips of yours someday. I have a feeling Everett would enjoy that. I think he'd like the sense of power it would give him over you. After all, it's not every day that your neighbor gets on his knees and begs you to cum in his mouth, is it?"

Adam shook his head and felt a tremor of pleasure rush down his back as he thought of begging Everett in that manner. It was already clear that he wasn't anywhere near the same kind of man as Everett, but that would certainly solidify their status.

"Swallow," Monica demanded. "Swallow my husband's cum and then clean the rest of it out of me."

Adam swallowed and she pulled him between her legs once more. He went to town on her pussy, cleaning vigorously while she moaned. He cleaned every drop he could find out of her and then Monica directed his tongue to her clit and Adam worked it until he'd given her an orgasm. She closed her thighs around his head and held him close while her body vibrated from the pleasure of her climax.

"What a good boy," Monica said with a hazy smile on her face. "You made me cum so hard, Adam."

"Thank you for letting me do that, Monica," he replied.

"Would you like an orgasm?" she asked.

Adam nodded. "I'd like that very much."

Monica pulled her panties off and said, "Stand up."

Adam stood and she carefully wrapped her panties around his stiff cock, bathing his shaft in the cum that had leaked out of her. She looked up at him and stroked his cock slowly and without saying a word. Everett's cum provided more than enough lubrication and it added a slippery, sloppy sound to the proceedings, making it impossible for Adam to ignore the fact that he was being jerked off by another man's load.

"If I want you to, will you get on your knees in front of my husband and beg him to cum in your mouth, Adam?" Monica asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "I think I'd do just about anything for you, Monica."

His declaration seemed to bring her almost as much pleasure as Adam felt in uttering those words. He wanted to surrender to her, though. The best moments of his day, of his week, of his month, were the ones he spent in submission to Monica. He couldn't imagine anything she'd ask him to do that he'd turn down, for the thrill of serving her, of submitting, far outweighed any sense of humiliation he might feel.

"I hope you mean that, Adam," Monica said. "Because I've decided I want to see that. I want to see you on your knees. I want to see my husband standing above you. I think I want to be the one to jerk him off into your mouth, though. I want to stand right next to him and look down at my good little submissive and stroke his dick until he spews a hot load onto your eager tongue."

"Monica...fuck...I'm close," Adam declared.

Monica stood and moved behind Adam while keeping her hand and panties wrapped around his cock. She slowed her strokes and kissed his neck, offering a delightful touch of intimacy that he thoroughly enjoyed. "You're always going to be a good boy for me, aren't you Adam?" she asked.

"Yes, I will," he answered.

"Even if I ask you to do something you don't want to do?" she asked.

"Yes, even then," he replied.

Monica stepped to the side, ran a hand down his back, and then delivered two swift swats to Adam's ass. It was painful, but not enough to take away from his pleasure. His cock continued to throb in her hand and her touch continued to feel utterly blissful.

"Beg me for an orgasm," she said.

"Please, Monica, let me cum," Adam begged. "Please, I'm so close and it feels so good when you jerk me off with your panties. Please, just let me cum."

Monica spanked him twice more and then pressed her body against his and kissed his neck. He felt her bare thighs against his ass and her sweater against his back. Her lips danced over the back of his neck and he felt his cock surge in her hand.

"Cum for me, Adam," she whispered. "Cum like a good boy."

Adam groaned and his loins tensed up as he felt the pleasure build. Monica deftly moved her panties to the tip of his cock and Adam exploded a moment later. He filled his house with cries of pleasure while every drop of his load ended up in the delicate lace of her underwear.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," he said breathlessly as he trembled from the joyous climax.

"You're welcome," Monica replied before kissing the back of his neck once more and stepping away. She handed him her panties and said, "I'd like you to wash these for me. You can return them tomorrow. Make sure you have a little time when you return them, though, because I'll have a few chores I want you to do around the house."

"I will. Thank you, again," he said. "It really does make me happy when I get to serve you, Monica. Truly happy."

She reached up, took his head in her hands, and surprised Adam with a soft, quick kiss on the lips. "It makes me happy to dominate you, Adam. Truly happy. We have a good partnership in that way." She grabbed her leggings and stepped into them. "Now, if you wouldn't mind helping me into my socks and boots I'll be on my way."

Adam dropped to his knees, dressed his domme in her socks and winter boots, and then followed her to the front door. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out with a smile on her face. Adam stood there naked and watched her go. He felt a big, bright smile cross his face, for her truly did feel a deep, overwhelming kind of happiness that he hoped wouldn't fade for a long, long time.