Becca Bellamy
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A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-11-02 06:42:41 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
“Adam, would you mind helping me with something?” Monica asked.
“Of course,” Adam replied. He broke away from the group of neighbors he was talking with and followed Monica.
“We’re running low on drinks,” she said. “I’d like you to fetch more beer and wine from the garage.”
Adam was a little surprised Monica was asking him – and not her husband – to resupply drinks for their Halloween party, but he wasn’t inclined to say no to the woman that had shown him such a good time just a few days ago.
“I love your costume, by the way,” he said. Monica and her husband Everett had dressed as Maid Marian and Robin Hood and they both looked surprisingly elegant.
Monica smiled and playfully curtsied before leaning closer and asking, “Do you like it as much as the costume I showed you the other day?”
Adam panicked at the idea of any of their neighbors catching even a whiff of what they’d done in his home and he couldn’t come up with an answer, though that didn’t seem to bother Monica.
“That’s what I figured,” she said, taking his stunned silence as confirmation that he’d thoroughly enjoyed her domme costume. “Now go fetch those drinks for me.”
Adam headed for the garage as memories of Monica’s domination rushed through his head. He saw her unzipping her catsuit and revealing her perfect pussy. He saw her fingers plunge between her labia and into her body. He saw how slippery they were when they’d emerged. Adam got so lost in fantasizing about his neighbor that he didn’t notice someone else follow him into the garage.
“Hey there,” Everett said.
Adam looked up and dropped the bottle of wine he’d grabbed. He caught it moments before it smashed on the garage floor, saving himself from having to clean up a mess. “Oh, hey, Everett, I like your costume,” he said nervously.
Everett smiled, sipped his beer, and slowly approached Adam. “Yeah, sure, you too.”
Adam backed up, but he was nearly against the wall already and there was nowhere to go. “Did you come to help with the drinks?” he asked.
“No, you can handle that,” Everett replied. “I was just curious if you enjoyed seeing my wife’s pussy?”
He seemed angry, which terrified Adam. Everett was quite a bit bigger than him, and while he didn’t know his neighbor to be violent, men could be unpredictable. “Oh, uh, I don’t…I’m not sure...I didn’t really see her naked.”
“Oh, really?” Everett asked. “Are you telling me that my wife didn’t show you her pussy? That you weren’t inches away from it? Are you really going to lie to my face, Adam?”
Adam was absolutely certain he was about to receive a beating at the hands of his neighbor, that Monica had lied when she said her husband knew of her desire to dominate him. “I’m…I’m sorry…Monica said…she said…she said you knew.”
Everett burst out laughing and clapped Adam on the arm. “I’m just fucking with you, man. Monica said she had a great time. I just wanted to make sure you did too. She can be more strong-willed than she realizes and sometimes she makes people do things they’re not so keen on. I don’t want you getting caught up in something with her that you’re not actually interested in.”
Relief washed over Adam as the fear of taking a vicious punch to the face washed away. He relaxed, took a deep breath, and said, “She didn’t coerce me or anything. It was…well, I really enjoyed myself.”
“Excellent,” Everett said. “You’re committed now, though. Once Monica sinks her teeth into something she loves, she tends not to let go until she’s fully satisfied, and she’s definitely not done with you yet. She had a hell of a time with you, Adam. She got all kinds of worked up. That night she came home and she took me for a long, wild ride. Sex has always been good between us, but this was better. A lot better, in fact.”
“Oh, well that’s good to hear,” Adam replied.
Everett smiled. “It certainly is. I’d like more of that, if I’m being honest, which means you need to keep doing what Monica wants. That shouldn’t be a problem for a man like you, should it Adam?”
Adam hesitated for a moment and then asked, “A man like me?”
Everett laughed and clapped him on the shoulder again. This time he did it hard enough to knock Adam’s balance off and he nearly fell. “A man that gets on his knees when a woman tells him to, Adam. A man that’s so enamored with a leather catsuit that he bows down and kisses her boots. A man that cums on those boots and then licks it all up just because she told him to. That’s the kind of man you are, Adam.”
Monica had clearly shared every little detail of their encounter. Adam wasn’t surprised so much as he was a little embarrassed that Everett knew, particularly the part about him licking his cum off Monica’s boots.
“I’ll do what she wants,” Adam said.
“I’m sure you will,” Everett replied with a smile. “My wife can be very persuasive, after all. Well, enjoy the rest of the party.” Everett turned and walked away.
Everett could have grabbed a few bottles of wine or a case of beer, but he made no effort. For some reason, Adam found that thrilling, like his willingness to do the work her husband should have been doing was secretly offering his submission to Monica while almost everyone from their street was in her home.
“You’re so kind,” Monica said with a smile as Adam returned from the garage with two armfuls of drinks to keep their neighbors happy. Because no one was driving it seemed that everyone was keen on having a little bit of fun.
“It’s my pleasure,” Adam replied as he returned her smile.
Monica leaned closer and whispered, “I like that you’re willing to be a good boy even when other people are around.”
Adam felt a shiver of pleasure rush down his spine as her breath tickled his neck.
Monica pushed a towel off the counter and onto the floor at her feet. Adam looked down at it and then back up at her. “Pick that up for me,” she said softly. Adam bent over but she stopped him. “Ah ah, get on your knees to pick it up.”
He looked around but they were alone in the kitchen. Someone could have walked in, but Adam couldn’t help himself. He got on his knees, picked up the towel, and looked up at her.
“Be a good boy and kiss my feet,” Monica instructed.
She lifted the bottom of her costume and Adam bent over and kissed both of her feet. He looked up and said, “Thank you.”
Monica held out her hand he passed her the towel before she helped him to his feet. “My pleasure,” she replied. “Now go socialize with your neighbors. I’ll be sure to find if you I need something.”
Adam felt a very particular kind of desire coursing through his body as he returned to the party. He wasn’t hard, but he was immensely aroused. It felt like submitting to Monica had tapped into a different kind of desire for him, and after just a few encounters he found it far more satisfying than any sexual pursuits with his most recent ex-girlfriend had been.
Adam mingled with his costumed neighbors, drank beer, and found himself smiling at the loose atmosphere that inhabited the party. The alcohol was doing its job, as it almost always did, leading to far more interesting conversations than usual. Of course, alcohol tends to loosen tongues, which is how Adam found himself answering questions about his breakup.
“So, Adam,” Sue, the nosiest of their neighbors, began, “what happened with that girlfriend of yours? You two seemed so good together. We thought for sure there’d be a wedding and a new family growing up in our neighborhood.”
“Uhh, well,” Adam said as he glanced around the little circle of neighbors he was conversing with, “I don’t really know what happened.”
“I’m sorry, Adam, but I’m not sure I believe you,” Sue said. A few of the other people in the circle raised their eyebrows at her boldness, but she wasn’t entirely wrong.
“What are we talking about?” Monica asked as she popped into the circle with a glass of red wine in her hand.
“Adam’s break up,” Sue said.
“Oh, yes, isn’t it sad that she broke up with him?” Monica replied.
Everyone offered Adam a sympathetic look before Sue asked, “Is that true?”
“Of course it is,” Monica said. “Adam, we all like you, but she was a little out of your league. I mean, she was so pretty and put together all the time. I just can’t imagine you ever would have broken up with her.”
Everyone looked at Adam again and he felt a little embarrassed. Mostly, though, he was impressed that Monica knew he’d been on the receiving end of the break up. “Yeah, she broke up with me,” he said. “It was mostly unexpected and really painful, but yeah, she broke up with me.”
Sue leaned forward, seemingly to reach out and offer Adam a little comfort, but upended most of her glass of wine instead, dumping it on the hardwood floor. “Oh, no,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Monica.”
“Oh, that’s alright,” Monica replied. “It’s hardwood. The wine will come right up. Adam, would you mind running to the kitchen to grab some paper towels?”
Everyone in their little circle looked at Adam. They all knew it was an odd request for Monica to ask the guy that lived next door to clean up the mess. For a brief moment Adam wondered what Monica would do if he refused. He didn’t want to find out, though. “Of course,” he said before turning and heading for the kitchen.
Adam returned with a wad of paper towels in his hand. Monica looked towards the floor and Adam fell to his knees without hesitation. His heart pounded as he wiped up the wine. He knew that cleaning up a little wasn’t all that strange, but he felt like he was submitting to his neighbor and it thrilled him.
“Adam, I think a little bit of wine got on my shoe,” Monica said. “Would you mind wiping it up?”
“Of course not,” Adam said. He dropped a little lower and wiped the wine off her shoe before standing up, smiling at Monica, and turning to head back to the kitchen to toss the paper towels. He dumped them in the garbage can and put his hands on the counter. He felt exhilarated and a little bit humiliated and he was quite certain he enjoyed both sensations.
Monica joined him in the kitchen not long after. She offered a smile and set her wine glass on the counter. “I’d like to see you on your knees behind me,” she said.
Adam didn’t hesitate. He moved behind Monica and fell to his knees.
“Lift my dress and press your lips against my ass,” she said.
It felt insanely risky, but Adam lifted her dress, admired the fact that the party’s host had gone without panties that evening, and pressed his lips against her smooth ass.
“Now kiss it,” Monica said.
Adam placed soft, quiet kisses over his ass cheeks. He wasn’t sure if his pulse was racing because he was nervous about being caught or because he was so thrilled to be kissing her ass and he didn’t care. Once again Monica had gotten him more excited than he’d felt in years.
“That’s enough,” she said. Adam moved out from under her dress and stood. Monica turned around, stepped closer, and whispered, “You’re a very good boy. I don’t feel like cleaning up after this party. I’d like you to stay after the rest of our neighbors have left to do the cleaning for me. Will you do that?”
“Yes,” Adam said. For reasons he didn’t understand, his cock was hard.
Monica looked down, ran her fingers over the bulge in his pants, and then looked up and said, “Good boy.”
She walked away and Adam quickly found his way to the bathroom to let his erection subside as he relived the thrilling joy of kissing Monica’s ass during with almost all of their neighbors just a room away.
The rest of the party unfolded like it did most years, with lots of laughter and increasingly drunk conversations, though Adam couldn’t help but think about how thrilling it was just to be around Monica. It felt as though she might offer a little hint of domination at any moment and it infused every second of the night with excitement.
As requested, Adam stayed after to clean up. He figured that Monica and Everett might pitch in, but they retired to the living room and put something on Netflix while he busied himself with collecting the trash, loading the dishwasher, wiping down the counters, and hand cleaning quite a few dishes.
It was almost an hour of labor in someone else’s house, and yet Adam enjoyed every second of it. He kept thinking of being on his knees with his lips pressed against Monica’s ass. He thought of the thrill of being ordered to kiss her feet and to clean up the wine spill for her. It made every dish scrubbed and every counter cleaned genuinely thrilling.
When he was finished, Adam headed for the living room to see if he could do anything else for Monica before saying goodbye.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said when he saw Monica on her knees in front of Everett. She was offering a rather vigorous blowjob and he had a look of pure bliss on his face. “I should…shit, I should go.”
Monica’s head popped up and she said, “Did I say you could leave?”
Adam watched her hand move up and down her husband’s thick, spit-soaked shaft and shook his head.
“Did you finish cleaning like I asked?” Monica said.
“I did,” Adam replied. “The dishwasher is loaded. The trash is empty. I dried all the dishes I hand washed.”
“What a good boy,” Monica said with a bright smile. “Come over here.”
Adam approached with trepidation. It felt a little strange to see his neighbor’s cock, though Everett didn’t seem to mind in the least.
“On your knees,” Monica said.
Adam fell to his knees without hesitation.
“Doesn’t my husband have a beautiful cock?” she asked as her gaze returned to the shaft she continued to stroke. “Isn’t it long, and thick, and absolutely perfect?”
“Yes,” Adam said. He wasn’t really sure if it was perfect, but it was definitely long and thick.
“Size isn’t everything, of course, but I’ve always liked a man with a big cock,” Monica said. “I got lucky that Everett happens to be a man that knows how to use his cock to make his wife feel good. We’ve been married fifteen years and he still makes me cum every time he fucks me. That’s why I’m on my knees for him. That’s why I like being on my knees for him. I like making him feel good, Adam. I like making my husband feel so good.”
Monica took Everett’s cock into her mouth once more and Adam gave the blowjob his full attention. He couldn’t look away. He’d never seen a woman make love to a cock quite like Monica was making love to her husband’s cock. She used her lips and tongue and hand masterfully to give Everett pleasure and the look on his face said she was doing a very, very good job.
“Baby, I’m close,” Everett said.
Monica moaned and sucked him harder. Her mouth moved faster. The blowjob got a little bit sloppier, but that seemed to bring Everett great pleasure.
“I’m cumming,” he said as a look of utter joy came over his face.
Monica kept her lips wrapped tight around the head, catching all of her husband’s load as Adam watched from his knees with a throbbing erection between his legs.
“You’re incredible, babe,” Everett said. “Absolutely incredible.”
Monica stood and turned towards Adam. She closed the distance between them with two steps, bent over, and grabbed his face. She dug her fingers into his cheeks and he opened his mouth as she clearly desired. Monica pursed her lips and her husband’s cum slowly dripped onto Adam’s tongue. He’d tasted his own cum just a few days ago so he wasn’t as stunned as he thought he might be. It was gross, but it was also an intensely arousing act of domination on Monica’s part and Adam’s cock throbbed as he took her husband’s load.
“Close your mouth and hold his cum on your tongue,” she said. Adam did as instructed, bringing a smile to Monica’s face. “He’s perfect,” she said to her husband. “Absolutely perfect. I’m going to have so much fun with him.”
“Yes you are,” Everett replied with a smile on his face.
Monica looked at Adam and said, “Swallow my husband’s cum.”
Adam swallowed as instructed. The cum burned as it slid down his throat and it left a deeply unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth, but he swallowed happily.
“You can go home now,” Monica said. “I’ll come by for a visit this week. Maybe I’ll even let you taste my pussy.”
Adam stood and they both glanced at his erection. Everett chuckled and Monica smiled. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” Monica asked.
“For…for everything tonight,” Adam answered.
“For letting you clean my house? For letting you kiss my ass in the kitchen? For letting you clean my floor while our neighbors watched? For letting you swallow my husband’s cum? Are you thankful for all of that?” Monica asked.
“Yes, I am,” Adam said. “I really am.” He couldn’t bear to look at her husband as he admitted how much he’d enjoyed every part of the evening, but he wanted to be honest with Monica.
“Like I said, he’s perfect,” Monica replied with a smile. “Now go home, Adam. Oh, and no masturbating. No orgasms at all without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Adam said. “Absolutely. Thank you.”
He turned and left with a giddy smile on his face and a boner between his legs. Though he knew it would be frustrating not to masturbate after such an exciting evening, Adam even found pleasure in Monica seizing control over his orgasms. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long before she came for a visit.
