Becca Bellamy
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A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 4
🕑 Added 2022-02-10 07:29:03 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Come to me,” Monica texted moments after Everett left for work on a chilly Monday morning. “Come through the back door.”
Adam closed his laptop and rushed out of the house. He quickly checked to make sure Sue wasn’t prowling the neighborhood, ran to Monica’s back door and let himself in. “Monica?” he asked.
“Upstairs,” she called out. “In the bedroom.”
Adam locked the door and made his way through the immaculate living room and up the stairs to the second floor. He took both ways down the hallway and saw only one door open. “Monica?” he asked.
“In here,” she replied.
Adam walked towards the open door and stopped a step short of the bedroom. He leaned forward and saw Monica in the bed she shared with her husband. She was naked and Adam’s eyes drifted over her body as he soaked up every inch of her beauty.
“Don’t be scared, Adam,” Monica said. “Come in and strip down to your underwear.”
Adam stepped into the bedroom and stripped as instructed. He left his clothes in a pile on the floor as Monica smiled and beckoned him closer. As he approached, Adam noticed that Monica’s pussy looked slick with desire and her breasts glistened with some sort of fluid. He thought of how she’d mentioned Everett’s affinity for cumming on her breasts and he wondered if Monica had invited him over to tend to her messy flesh.
“You see it, don’t you?” she asked. “You see Everett’s thick, delicious cum all over my breasts, don’t you?”
Adam nodded.
“I told you he enjoys cumming on them,” she said. “I’ve never asked him why, but sometimes I think he likes marking his territory with his seed. If I’m being honest, I like it too. They are his breasts to enjoy, after all. Do you miss having a pair of breasts to enjoy when you desired, Adam?”
“My ex wasn’t really into letting me enjoy her breasts, to be honest,” Adam replied.
Monica smiled and spread her legs a little wider, drawing Adam’s eyes to her pussy, which Everett had clearly fucked before leaving for work. “Why do you think that is, Adam? Didn’t she understand that men love to play with a nice pair of breasts?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “She just didn’t seem to enjoy it much.”
“I wonder if it’s because she knew that you’re not the sort of man that deserves to play with a woman’s breasts. I wonder if she could sense that you’re a submissive, that you thrive on being denied that which you crave more than anything else,” Monica said.
“I kind of wish she’d said something,” Adam replied. “If she could sense my submissive desires, I mean.”
Monica smiled. “And why is that?”
“I think I’d like having a dominant girlfriend,” he answerd.
“Come here, Adam. Get on your knees by the side of the bed,” Monica instructed.
Adam approached and fell to his knees next to the bed. Monica offered a smile and then reached up and ran a finger through a particularly thick-looking dollop of cum on her breast.
“Did you have breakfast, Adam?” she asked.
“Not yet,” he answered.
“Good. You’re going to eat Everett’s cum for breakfast, and that’s all you’re going to eat,” Monica said as she reached towards Adam. He opened his mouth and she placed her finger on his tongue, bathing it in the salty taste of her husband’s semen. “Eat it off my finger.”
Adam closed his lips around the delicate finger in his mouth and sucked Everett’s cum off of it. Monica pulled back and Adam swallowed the semen she’d gifted him. It put a smile on her face and it filled Adam with the kind of submissive joy he’d quickly come to crave.
“It makes you happy to serve me, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“More than I can explain,” Adam replied.
“My right nipple is covered in Everett’s cum,” Monica said. “I’d like you to clean it for me.”
Adam stood, bent over, and took Monica’s nipple in his mouth. He ran his tongue over her erect flesh and he gently sucked the cum off of it before swallowing. She rewarded him by reaching out and stroking his cock through his boxers. Her touch was heavenly and his knees briefly wobbled at the intense rush of pleasure he felt.
“It turns me on to see you clean my husband’s cum from my breasts, Adam,” Monica said. “I like that you’re so eager to please me. I like that you have no problem consuming another man’s seed like it’s a reward.”
“It is,” Adam replied. “A reward, I mean. I don’t really know why, but it feels that way to me. It feels…it feels so good, Monica. Thank you for letting me clean his cum from your breasts. Truly, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Adam,” she said as her fingers moved to the back of his head. “Now clean the rest of my husband’s cum from my breasts. Don’t miss a drop.”
Monica’s guiding hand remained on Adam’s head as he did exactly as she desired. He licked and sucked up every drop of Everett’s cum, and in the process he worshiped her perfect breasts, putting him in an intense state of desire that left his cock throbbing with a desperate need for release.
“You’ve turned me on, Adam,” Monica said. “Your willingness to act like a cum hungry little slut has left me in need of an orgasm.”
Adam smiled as a wave of pleasure rushed outwards from his loins. He’d never been called a slut before and there was something strangely intoxicating about it.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked. “You liked being called that naughty name, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Adam admitted. “Is that strange?”
Monica caressed his face and smiled. “Of course not,” she said before tracing her index finger over his lips. “It’s not even a little bit strange, Adam. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of dirty talk, after all. Plus, it’s true, isn’t it? You are a cum hungry little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Adam said.
“I don’t have much experience with dirty talk,” Monica admitted, “but I do like it, Adam. It turns me on, and if it turns me on then you should welcome it, shouldn’t you?”
He nodded.
“Crawl between my legs,” Monica instructed.
Adam moved to the foot of the bed and did as she desired. He stared at her pussy and imagined how it was going to taste when she gave him permission to put his tongue inside her.
“You want my pussy, don’t you?” she asked.
“Desperately,” Adam replied.
Monica reached down and slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Adam watched it disappear and listened to the wet sounds as she stimulated her flesh just a few inches from him. As her fingers departed her body Adam thought he’d be given the pleasure of sucking them clean, but Monica lifted her fingers to her mouth and deprived him of that particular joy.
“I taste good,” she said softly.
“Yes, you do,” Adam replied.
“You want to taste me, don’t you?” she asked. “You want to put your tongue inside me and taste my sweet, slippery, freshly-fucked flesh, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said.
Monica said nothing as she reached down and rubbed her clit in slow circles. She closed her eyes and took one of her breasts in her free hand and squeezed it hard. “I’m not going to let you taste me,” she said. “I’m not going to let you make me cum. I’m going to make you watch while I play with my pussy. I’m going to deny you the pleasure of getting me off. Keep that tongue in your mouth, Adam. Keep it in your mouth and watch as I make myself cum.”
Adam groaned in frustration. Monica had finally given him permission to worship her pussy during their last session and he’d spent the past week dreaming about it. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to feel her thighs trembling as he brought her closer to orgasm. He wanted to make sweet juices pour out of her as she experienced the bliss of a climax thanks to his talented tongue.
He didn’t get to experience any of that, though. Instead, Adam watched Monica masturbate to a loud, lusty orgasm. He watched her pussy spasm as she rubbed her clit furiously. He watched the juices gently drip out of her and he did so from inches away while a sense of desperation built inside him. There was nothing to be done about it, though. Monica was in control and he wasn’t going to disobey her.
When she was finished, Monica looked down at Adam with a smile on her face and said, “How was that?”
“Beautiful, and painful,” he answered.
“Are you frustrated?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Good,” Monica replied. “A submissive shouldn’t always get what he wants. In fact, if he does, his domme is probably doing it wrong.”
“Thank you,” Adam said.
“For what?” she asked.
“For being a good domme,” he answered. “For being imaginative and generous and eager to play with me. I can’t explain how much I’m enjoying this. I spent all week thinking about…well, about you and the way you make me feel when you dominate me.”
“Back up a little,” Monica said. Adam backed out of the bed and she rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs once more. “I’d like you to kiss my ass. I’d like you to cover it in soft, gentle kisses.”
Adam happily crawled into the bed, settled onto his stomach, and kissed Monica’s perfect, soft, smooth ass. With each kiss he let his lips linger for a few moments before moving on.
“It’s truly my pleasure to be a good domme,” Monica said. “And I know that a domme is nothing without a good submissive, that it’s a two way street, just like any other good sexual interaction. Everett and I have incredible sexual chemistry, but he could never be my submissive. He’s not capable of it. We couldn’t connect in that way. I can connect with you in that way, though. Thankfully, Everett’s generous enough to let me play, mostly because he’s not threatened by you. He’s right not to be, of course. You’re not even half the man he is.”
Adam moaned at the implication that her husband was more of a man than him, though he wasn’t sure if it was intended as an insult. Whatever her intent, it was thrilling to hear Monica make it perfectly clear that Adam didn’t measure up to Everett.
“You see, Everett would never find it thrilling to be humiliated like that,” Monica said. “You do, though. That’s what makes you a good submissive. That’s what makes you the right man for me to dominate.”
Adam continued to shower Monica’s ass in soft kisses as she rested her head on the pillow. He would have been content to remain there all day.
“I’ve never felt a man’s tongue in my ass,” Monica said. “Have you ever given a rimjob, Adam? Have you ever licked a woman’s asshole?”
“No,” Adam said as his cock throbbed at the prospect of running his tongue over Monica’s asshole.
“Spread my ass cheeks,” she said. “Expose my asshole. Stare at it.”
Adam reached up and gently spread the perfect ass cheeks he’d spent the past five minutes showering in kisses. He stared at Monica’s tight-looking, wrinkled asshole. Despite knowing what came out of it, Adam felt an overpowering desire to bury his face between her soft cheeks so he could worship her asshole.
“You want it, don’t you?” Monica asked.
Adam looked up to see Monica looking over her shoulder and smiling at him. “Yes,” he admitted.
“You know some men would find it disgusting to lick a woman’s asshole,” Monica said. “Given what comes out of there, that is. Some men wouldn’t dream of it. They’d stay as far away from it as they could. But not you. You want it. You crave it. You want it because it’s the dirty thing to do, don’t you?”
Adam nodded. He couldn’t really explain his desire, but with every word she uttered he got more turned on at the idea of worshiping her ass, so it seemed like Monica was right.
“Then go ahead and worship my asshole,” she said. “I think I’ll masturbate again while you do. I think I’ll cum while you’re denied the pleasure of getting me off yet again.”
Adam buried his face between Monica’s soft, perfect ass cheeks and licked her asshole. He ran his tongue back and forth over it and she moaned. He felt her fingers move between her legs until she found her clit. She moaned louder and he pressed his face even tighter between her ass cheeks to deepen his worship.
“Oh, Adam, lick my nasty little hole,” Monica said.
He was thrilled at the notable shift in her dirty talk and he wondered if she’d been reading up on the joys of being a domme.
“That’s it, lick my asshole while I play with my clit. Lick my filthy little hole while I get off again,” Monica said.
Adam added a bit of extra pressure with each lick. He wasn’t trying to penetrate her, but the idea of getting even a tiny bit inside her asshole was intoxicating to him and as long as Monica didn’t find it upsetting, Adam was going to probe.
“Oh, you dirty little slut,” she said. “You want to taste my ass? Is that what you want, Adam? Do you want to put your tongue in my asshole?”
Adam moaned in response and Monica reached back, put a hand on the back of his head, and pushed down.
“Go ahead,” she said. “Put your tongue in my ass. Taste it. Taste me, you filthy little slut.”
Adam pushed his tongue against her asshole and felt the very tip slip inside. It was the dirtiest thing he’d ever done and he couldn’t believe the surge of pleasure between his legs. His cock pressed so hard into the mattress that he felt a genuine rush of pain, but it was the good kind of pain fueled by a wild and wondrous desire.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Monica cried out.
Her asshole clenched and pushed Adam’s tongue away as her cheeks trembled on either side of his face while her moans of orgasmic delight filled the bedroom. Adam pulled back and once again showered her ass cheeks with soft kisses as Monica laid face down on her pillow.
Eventually, she crawled forward, flipped onto her back, and sat against the headboard. “Well done,” she said.
“Thank you for letting me worship your ass,” he replied.
“You’re welcome,” Monica said. “Now stand up.”
Adam backed out of the bed and stood with his hands behind his back. Monica gazed at a wet spot in the bed, a spot that his cock had clearly left as it leaked precum while he was eating her ass.
“You’ve made a mess of my bed, Adam,” Monica said. “You’ll have to wash the sheets.”
“Sorry. Of course I’ll wash them,” he replied.
Monica smiled. “I know you will. It wasn’t a request. You’re also going to clean my bathroom and wash my delicates. Don’t worry, I’ll show you how. If you do a good job I’ll let you masturbate when you go home. If not, you’ll have to wait until I want to see you again. Do you understand?”
Much to his surprise, Adam was genuinely thrilled at the prospect of doing domestic work for Monica. “Yes, I understand. And thank you for letting me serve you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “You can start with the bed sheets and then move on to cleaning the bathroom. You’ll find all the supplies under the sink. Oh, and you’ll do all of it naked.”
Monica got out of the bed and Adam set to stripping the bed before bunching up the sheets and heading for the washing machine. His cock remained stiff with excitement as he prepared to spend the rest of his morning doing chores for his domme. It was unexpected – but utterly delightful – development, and as long as he did a good job Monica would let him masturbate for the first time in a week. He was absolutely going to do a good job.
