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A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 12
🕑 Added 2022-10-03 05:56:46 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Adam's pulse raced - in a good way - as he watched Erica approach the front door. She looked beautiful in a pair of tight jeans, high heeled leather boots, and a black blouse that was just a little bit see through, revealing a lace bra underneath. He'd never really seen her dress that way while they were dating, which only enhanced the sensations of lust coursing through him.
He opened the door as Erica stepped onto the porch. Adam didn't want to seem too eager to welcome his ex-girlfriend into his home once more, but he couldn't help himself.
"Hey," he said. "Erica, you look...you look so beautiful."
Erica's smile made it seem like she genuinely appreciated the comment, which made Adam think that perhaps she'd dressed to impress, or to arouse.
Adam stepped aside. "Please, come in."
Her perfume - a scent he remembered from their time together - tickled Adam's nostrils as Erica walked past him. He glanced at her ass - which looked incredible in her jeans - and then gently shut the door.
"Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? I don't know...orange juice or milk?" he asked.
Erica slowly spun around and smiled. She approached Adam with that smile on her face and stopped with their bodies just a few inches apart. Their eyes met and Erica reached up and caressed Adam's face in a way that made him weak in the knees. "You know, when we dated, you were never this eager to tend to my needs."
"I know," Adam said. "And I'm sorry about that. I've changed. Monica has helped me discover a side of myself I honestly didn't know existed. I'm so much happier now, though, and I think I'd be a much better boyfriend for you, assuming you want to be with the kind of man I am now."
"That's what we're here to find out, isn't it? Whether or not I want to be with the kind of man you've become," Erica replied as her hand remained against Adam's cheek, soothing him with the warmth and softness of her skin.
"What can I do to convince you that I'm the right kind of man for you?" Adam asked.
"You can start by making me a coffee," she said. "Fresh-brewed, please."
Adam reluctantly stepped away from his ex-girlfriend - he would have enjoyed remaining that close to her for the entirety of the day - and set about brewing fresh coffee for her, starting with boiling a kettle of water. "So, what convinced you to accept my invitation?" he asked.
"Monica did," Erica replied as she sat at the kitchen table. "Or, I suppose, my friendship with Monica did. She's more than happy to talk about the things she does with you and the many ways you've improved her life by letting her explore her dominant side, and she's convinced me that I too have a dominant side that has been dormant and just waiting to come out and play."
Adam ground the beans and the kitchen filled with the impossibly loud noise of the motor for a handful of seconds. When he was finished, he looked over his shoulder at Erica - who looked even hotter with her legs crossed - and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what, if anything, convinced you that you have a dominant side waiting to come out?"
"Well, that day when you served us lunch was surprisingly hot," Erica said. "That could have just been because it was novel, or because I was still carrying some level of annoyance - or even anger, honestly - with you and I found it thrilling to see you put in your place like that. But then I kept thinking about it. I kept talking with Monica and hearing the ways she dominates you. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing how you do chores for her, how you worship her pussy and asshole whenever she offers it, and how you consume her husband's cum simply because she wants you to. I found all of it interesting and some of it intoxicatingly sexy. I still don't know what kind of domme I'd actually be if I got into this - if you became my submissive boyfriend - but I can't shake this feeling that I'd thoroughly enjoy having a submissive."
Adam poured the coffee grounds into the French press and added the water, which had reached the ideal temperature. "I'd like to be your submissive, Erica. It would be different than with Monica because those are often just short bursts of service, but I think I'm ready for a deeper level of submission, for serving someone all the time."
"Even if I'm a different kind of domme than Monica?" Erica asked. "Because I almost certainly will be."
Adam put the top on the French press, set a timer, and turned towards his ex-girlfriend, who looked confident and sexy sitting at his kitchen table. "I'm sure there would be a learning process, but I think it's submission that satisfies me. I don't think it's a particular type, either. I think it's just offering myself to a woman - a dominant woman - and meeting her needs that makes me happy. It turns me on too, of course."
"Come here," Erica said.
Adam couldn't help but let his eyes wander over Erica's body as he approached. Her boots looked impossibly sexy and the blouse was perfectly-designed to be just sheer enough to hint at what waited beneath it. It was a damn near flawless ensemble she presented and though he couldn't be entirely sure, the outfit seemed to imbue Erica with an impressive sense of confidence.
"Did Everett fuck your mouth?" Erica asked.
"Twice now, actually," Adam answered.
"What was that like for you?" she asked as her face lit up with what Adam was almost certain was a form of lust.
Adam let the memories of the two instances of face fucking surface in his brain. He felt Everett's strong hands on his head. He felt his lips stretched wide around the other man's cock. He felt the ache in his jaw and the soreness in his throat. He could practically taste Everett's cock and cum on his tongue, and all of those memories inspired a particular form of submissive lust that once again left Adam weak in the knees.
"It was...well, honestly, it was so many different things," he said. "It was humiliating. It was arousing. It was uncomfortable. It was a little bit painful at times. There were moments when I felt like I wanted it to end, and moments where I wished it would never end. I've never experienced anything like it, but I can say that ultimately it's an experience I'm deeply grateful that I got to have, for nothing has made me feel more submissive than letting my domme use my mouth like it was little more than a sex toy."
"Can I be honest with you, Adam?" Erica asked.
He nodded. "Of course."
Erica studied him for a few moments and then said, "You know what? I'd like you on your knees. I don't want to be looking up at you." Adam dropped to his knees without hesitation and looked up at Erica. "That's much better," she said with a smile.
Adam was tempted to lean forward and kiss her boots as a way of showing his submission, but he knew that would be serving his own needs without any regard for what Erica wanted, so he pushed that desire down and maintained eye contact with the woman he hoped would once again agree to be his girlfriend, this time with a dominant twist.
"I had lunch with Monica a few days ago," Erica began, "and she told me about your willingness to get on your knees and offer your mouth to Everett. She told me in great detail, in fact. She described the pleasure she felt at watching her husband's cock move in and out of your mouth, of watching your eyes water as you gagged on it, and of witnessing your willingness to take that particular form of abuse without complaint. And I have to admit, I felt a version of that pleasure - that arousal - she seemed to feel. I experienced it through her, Adam."
Erica uncrossed her legs and spread them just a little. She beckoned Adam closer with a finger and he crawled towards her until he was between her knees.
"It turned me on to think of you taking a cock down your throat," Erica confessed. "It made me wet to think of you gagging, to think of you suffering that humiliation and discomfort because you were so desperate to make Monica happy. I'm still not entirely sure what that means, Adam, but it's clear to me that I want to experiment with domination. I want to awaken that side of myself, which I do believe exists. I'm still not entirely sure what form it will take - whether I want a submissive boyfriend or I want a toy that I can play with every now and then - but I want to experiment, and I want to do it with you."
"It would be an honor to serve you, Erica," Adam said. "In whatever form that service takes, in fact."
She smiled. "Is it fair to say that you'd prefer to be my submissive boyfriend, though? That you'd like to make this a lifestyle?"
"Yes," Adam admitted. "I'll serve you in whatever way you desire, but it's become clear to me that I want this to be a lifestyle, that I'll be happiest and most satisfied if I get to experience the joy of service and submission each and every day."
The timer went off and Erica nodded, giving Adam her permission to finish preparing her coffee. He pushed down on the French press plunger, poured a cup, and added a dash of half and half, which is how Erica had always liked it. Adam delivered the coffee to his ex-girlfriend and sank to his knees in front of her once more.
Erica sipped the coffee, savored the taste for a few moments, and said, "This is exceptionally good, Adam. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure," he replied. "Truly."
"Can I confess something else?" she asked.
Adam nodded, though he knew it was a rhetorical question.
"I had sex before coming over here," Erica said.
Adam's gaze instinctively shifted between her legs, though all he could see was the seam of her jeans.
"I met him at the gym. We've been fucking for a few months now. His body is lean and strong and he uses it like it was designed to be an instrument of pleasure. If I'm being honest, it's the best sex I've ever had. There's something about him that makes me want to let go, to fully surrender to being fucked in a way I've never done before. It's not a submissive thing, though. It's just that sex with him seems to shut off the rational, thinking part of my brain so that I can just enjoy the way his big cock feels as it pounds my pussy, and he always pounds me, Adam. He pounds me so hard. I'm usually a little sore the next day, but I love that feeling," Erica explained.
Adam's cock grew stiff as he thought of his ex-girlfriend fucking another man and the potency of his arousal caught him off guard. It was different from the kind of arousal he felt watching Monica and Everett fuck and Adam wondered if it was because he'd actually fucked Erica before and she was directly comparing him - unfavorably - to another man.
"Are you turned on, Adam?" Erica asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Because I fucked someone else this morning?" she said with a smile. "Or because I fucked someone that was far better than you this morning?"
"Because he was better," Adam answered without hesitation. "I don't know why, but that turns me on, Erica."
"That's good to know," Erica said as her smile grew ever more gleeful. "I thought about you while he fucked me, you know. Not much, of course. Mostly I thought about how good it felt to have his cock inside me. But you were on my mind, Adam. I thought of how I was coming to see you, how we were going to indulge in our first experiment with dom/sub play all on our own. At the time, I wasn't sure what I'd want from you, but now I think I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, Adam. I think I want you to eat my pussy after someone else's cock satisfied me."
"I'd give anything to be able to do that," Adam replied.
Erica sipped her coffee, set it on the table, and leaned forward. "Is that right? You'd actually enjoy eating my pussy after someone else had fucked me, Adam?"
He nodded. "Yes, absolutely. I'm...I'm so turned on right now, Erica. I'm turned on thinking about someone else having sex with you. I'm...I don't know, it's just so hot to me."
"Get naked for me," she ordered.
Adam hopped to his feet and stripped as quickly as he could. Erica smiled at the sight of his cock - which was exceptionally stiff - and reached out to run her finger over the head before teasing the underside just a little.
"You really are turned on," she observed. "You didn't even touch yourself. Was it really just hearing that I'd fucked someone else right before coming over here?"
Adam nodded. "And thinking of licking your pussy. I don't...I don't fully understand it, but I'm just really turned on by the idea of going down on you after someone else has fucked you, after someone far better than me has fucked you."
Erica sat back, smiled, and said, "I feel like I should make you earn the chance to lick my pussy."
"I'll do anything you want," he replied.
"Kiss my boots," Erica instructed.
Adam fell to his knees, bent over, and kissed his ex-girlfriend's leather boots. They felt soft and warm against his lips and he felt utterly exposed with his ass high in the air and his cock, balls, and asshole on display.
"Very good," Erica said as Adam sat up, put his hands on his knees, and waited for her next instruction. She stared at him for a few seconds and then lifted one of her legs, extended it, and said, "Suck on my heel."
Adam took the three inch heel in his mouth without hesitation. He met Erica's gaze while sucking on it, too, and he saw the delight in her eyes. He hoped that it was his willingness to do as instructed that had delighted her, for he wanted nothing more than to please her and to be granted permission to put his tongue in her pussy.
"Look at that," she said with genuine fascination in her voice. "You didn't even hesitate. You just wrapped those pretty lips of yours around it and started sucking. What a good boy."
Adam moaned and moved his mouth back and forth on the heel. He sucked it like he was sucking cock and he found it both humiliating and thrilling. Unsurprisingly, his dick remained stiff with desire throughout.
Erica pulled the heel from his mouth, set her foot on the floor, and said, "Spin around. Show me your ass."
Adam spun around and presented his bare ass to his ex-girlfriend. He looked over his shoulder while on his hands and knees and Erica reached out, grabbed two handfuls of his ass cheeks, and spread them wide. She held them like that for a few moments before bringing both hands down on his ass in a surprisingly swift, strong manner. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room and Adam cried out, both from the pain and the surprise of being spanked so suddenly.
Erica then lifted her boot - the same one whose heel Adam had sucked on - and rested it against his ass. He felt the heel dig into his flesh as a devilish smile crossed Erica's face. There was arousal on her face, too. She was having fun playing with him, the kind of fun that Adam wanted her to have.
Erica inched her boot across his ass cheek, nearing the crack slowly but surely. Each time she pressed the heel into his flesh and each time he winced just a little from the pain, all while remaining perfectly still on his hands and knees. Then the sole of the boot rested directly over his ass crack. The heel pushed between the folds of his flesh and came to rest against his asshole. Adam felt his hole tighten up at the potential invader but he took a deep breath and did his best to relax. He didn't want Erica to fuck him with her heel, but he wasn't going to argue or try and crawl away, because his primary concern was being a good submissive.
Then Erica pushed the heel inside him. Adam gritted his teeth and groaned from the pain of penetration. He looked back to see her gaze was fixed on his asshole as she watched part of her shoe fill him. Adam saw unfettered lust on her face. She was getting off on fucking him, on his willingness to submit to her desire to use him as a submissive toy. She was exploring her dominant side and letting it come out to play, just like she'd said she wanted to do. It had emerged in a different manner than Adam expected, but that didn't make it any less arousing to serve her. If anything, he was even deeper in his submission than he'd expected.
"Look at you," Erica said. "Taking it in the ass for me. Taking it without question. You surprise me, Adam, in the best way possible. It surprises me how much I'm enjoying this, too, how much it turns me on."
Adam pushed his ass back on her heel, taking all three inches inside him as Erica smiled. "I just want to serve, Erica, in whatever way you desire. I want to prove that I'm not going to disappoint you like I did when we were dating. I want to prove that I'm worthy of being your submissive boyfriend, that it's worth being with me long term."
"Fuck yourself," she instructed. Adam did so, pushing back on the heel over and over and fucking his ass with it. "Faster," she demanded. He obeyed and he was grateful that the object in his ass was relatively small, because anything bigger would have hurt. The heel didn't, though, and the saliva he'd left on it ensured it was wet enough to fuck him without issue.
When she pulled out, Adam was surprised to feel a touch of disappointment, as if he'd gotten hooked on the pleasure of being fucked. He turned to see Erica stand up, step out of her boots, and strip off her jeans. Her panties followed and she sat down once more, scooted forward until her ass rested right at the edge of the chair, and said, "You may eat my pussy."
Adam spun around, crawled closer, and put his tongue inside her. He was surprised - and delighted - to taste the latex of the condom she'd used with her lover. He tasted the saltiness of what he assumed was the sweat generated by a vigorous fucking. He tasted the sweetness of Erica's juices and he hoped that some of them had been generated by the pleasure of fucking him.
"Monica invited me to watch the next time she has Everett use your mouth, Adam," Erica said as she lifted the mug to her lips and sipped her coffee. "I expressed how hot the whole thing sounded and she said that she'd love for me to be there, that we could dominate you together while Everett fucks your face. Would you enjoy that?"
"Yes, very much so," Adam admitted before plunging his tongue into her pussy once more.
"Then it's settled," Erica replied. "I'll join you. I'll watch Everett fuck your face. I'll watch him make you gag and drool on his cock as he uses you for his pleasure. I'll dominate you alongside Monica. I don't know if I want you to be my boyfriend yet, Adam, but I do want to keep playing with you. I want to let my dominant side blossom. I want to use you."
Adam didn't say a word. Instead he pushed his tongue deeper inside her and rubbed his nose into her clit.
"Now I'd like you to make me cum," Erica said. "Take your time, though. Savor my pussy. Savor the taste. Savor the fact that I'm even letting you go down on me."
Adam was grateful for the chance to take his time, for in that moment, nothing felt better than licking the pussy another man had fucked that morning and he wanted to stay there forever.
So he took his time. He savored her pussy. He savored her wetness. He savored how her clit throbbed with desire. He worshiped his ex-girlfriend's pussy and he resolved to do so for as long as possible before making her cum.
