Neighbourhood Watch (17 page)

She had pushed the round wet end of her cock against his anus, on the verge of penetrating his rear, of possessing him. And John had never wanted anything as much as he needed her to slide her strap-on phallus into his body.

His muscle had protested, but John was more than willing to submit. The Goddess’s erection was unnaturally large, much bigger than he believed his body could accommodate. But the chance of having her inside him was so compelling he prayed for his body to relax and surrender. The eroticism of having a
beautiful
and dominant stranger about to take him was powerful enough to push John to the brink of climax. His anus was so lubricated he could almost taste the grease she had applied to his sphincter. His heart raced and his head pounded in anticipation of the thrust she was about to deliver.

And then the Goddess had pulled her hard length away from him.

‘No,’ she hissed. ‘This isn’t what I want.’

John had been struggling to understand what he had done wrong and how he could make amends when the Goddess dragged him by the collar to his feet. His mask slipped a little, covering his eyes and making it impossible to see where she was leading him. He stumbled in her wake, his failing erection cooled by a passing breeze, his orientation disturbed by the rise and fall of conversations, faraway grunts and nearby sighs. He didn’t know what had caused the Goddess to change her mind about taking him in full view of the party, and he didn’t really care. Wherever she wanted him, if she did still want him, he was determined to follow. Eagerly, he stumbled in the Goddess’s wake.

The carpet beneath his feet gave way to something harder, like paving stones. The noise of the party dimmed and disappeared. The air outside his gimp suit was suddenly cooler, and the mild breeze that had flowed over his exposed cock became a bitter chill. He wanted to ask her where they were going and what she was doing with him, but he knew he couldn’t question his Goddess. Trying to catch a glimpse of his surroundings but repeatedly thwarted by the mask, he heard the sound of a key in a lock and then was dragged inside another building.

‘Shit!’ the Goddess muttered. ‘And still the bastard isn’t here. Still down at the pub with his fucking mates. Well, fuck him. Fuck him right up the arse.’

The words made no sense, although they did remind him that there was something very familiar about the Goddess. Rather than dwell on those thoughts, he dismissed them as natural. He had found his soul-mate, a woman who inspired him more than any other he had ever met, a woman whom he had been destined to meet – so it wasn’t surprising that he found certain aspects of her familiar.

She dragged him up a flight of stairs, then pulled him around a corner, banging his arm against a doorframe. Before he had time to acknowledge the brief, dull pain, she threw him on to a comfortable softness that he knew could only be a mattress.

The mask finally moved from his eyes. He took in his surroundings with a blink. The bedroom was identical to so many on Cedar View it could have been a room at Ted and Linda’s, the main bedroom at Joanne Jackson’s house or even the room where he slept with Jane. The only difference between this bedroom and every other one he had seen on Cedar View was that this room was made divine by the presence of the Goddess. His Goddess.

She looked magnificent. The plastic erection continued to protrude from her loins. He stared hungrily at the length, and her desirable body, and wondered if she was finally ready to take him.

‘Suck me again,’ the Goddess demanded. She climbed on to the bed and towered over him. ‘I want my cock good and wet for when I fuck your arse. And I do like seeing you trying to swallow me.’

Without hesitating, John raised his mouth and began to suckle her huge plastic cock.

The decision to take the gimp home had been an impulsive one. Jane was suddenly struck by the idea that she didn’t want to be the centre of attention when
she
fucked him. She hadn’t minded the approving smiles and the suggestive leers while she had been wandering around Ted and Linda’s party. She understood, because of her mask, she was being perceived as a woman of mystery and that was probably why everyone in the room found her interesting and desirable. Not wanting to spoil that image, sure that a woman of mystery wouldn’t hump a gimp in full view of a crowd of partygoers, Jane had decided it would be more appropriate for her sophisticated image if she fucked the gimp in the privacy of her own home.

No one complained when she dragged the gimp away from his pedestal by the side of the pool. No one voiced any objection when Jane pushed her way out of the house and across the road. She had briefly feared that Joanne might suddenly appear and demand to know where she thought she was going with the gimp. But, because Joanne was clearly engaged elsewhere, Jane was able to escape the party without anyone stopping her.

At home she was only momentarily disappointed to discover no sign of John in the house. On reflection, his absence meant she could exploit the gimp the way she wanted, and if John came back while she was fucking the gimp …

She couldn’t complete the thought without grinning broadly. Her upper lip curled into a wicked sneer as she pictured her husband’s face in such a scenario. If John came back home while she was in bed with the gimp, it would be the ideal time for him to learn what she wanted from a man. The thought filled her with a triumphant rage that was almost orgasmic.

She glanced down at the leather-swathed figure on her bed and licked her lips. His waning erection hung loosely from the crotch of his bodysuit. She regarded the semi-soft length as a challenge. Once he had finished sucking her cock she intended to fuck him
hard
. She didn’t know if that would be as pleasurable as she anticipated but she was determined to spend the night as an unknown dominatrix and enjoy every drop of satisfaction she could milk from the gimp. She was looking forward to the experience of having sex like a man and anxious to know what it would be like to have a man bucking and thrashing beneath her as she penetrated him again and again. The idea sent a shiver down her spine.

‘Is it wet enough?’ she barked.

With his mouth still around her length, the gimp nodded.

‘Are you ready to take it up your arse?’

More eagerly this time, he nodded again.

She held his collar, keeping his head still, as she pulled the erection from his mouth. Manipulating him with ease she positioned him on all fours and then knelt behind him. She snaked her hand underneath his body, wound her fingers around his shaft and grinned as she stroked him to hardness. The end of her plastic cock nudged gently against the greasy hole of his anus.

‘This is going to be fun,’ Jane promised.

The gimp said nothing. He trembled beneath her touch. His erection was already as taut as a steel bar and she could feel the length tingling as though he was teetering on the verge of climax. Her smile grew broader as she realised she was solely responsible for taking him to such an apex of pleasure.

‘This bedroom hasn’t seen much in the way of sexual excitement up to now,’ she murmured. Her wrist worked slowly back and forth as she spoke. ‘But I think you and I will make up for that tonight, won’t we?’ She curled her fist tight around his cock and pulled back hard. At the same instant she pushed her hips forward and the length of her plastic cock slipped inside him.

* * *

John almost screamed when the Goddess penetrated his anus. The huge shaft was broader than he expected. It had been filling his mouth, and he had thought he knew something about its girth. But it still came as a shock to him when it plunged into his rectum. The sting of pain was harsh and acidic. But it was muted by the pleasure of knowing he was hers and she was using him in a way that they both wanted.

Unable to stop himself, John groaned.

‘Good boy,’ the Goddess whispered. ‘Good boy.’

The hand that held his cock remained tight around the base of his shaft. She was holding him so firmly that he could feel her fingernails digging into his flesh. Even if he had wanted to ejaculate, John knew, the Goddess wasn’t going to allow him the release. Her power over him was the most thrilling and total experience he had ever encountered and he began to wonder if she might be a real Goddess who had come to earth in response to his prayers.

‘Good boy,’ she said again. Her tone was breathless. She sounded as though she was receiving as much pleasure as she was giving. Her free hand, the hand that didn’t hold his cock in a vice-like agonising grip, was clamped against his hip. She pulled him back to meet her penetration, urging him to accept her length as she pushed it deeper and deeper. ‘That’s a good boy,’ she cooed. ‘You’re going to take all of this cock of mine. You’re going to take every fucking inch.’

John’s groan echoed loudly from the bedroom walls.

Jane didn’t think she had ever seen a man enjoying sex with so much relish. In all the times she and John had gone through the Saturday-night ritual Jane had never seen her husband enjoy himself with the enthusiasm of the gimp. The man was moaning and groaning and
wriggling
and writhing and she knew his excessive pleasure could only be attributed to the efforts of one woman.

She smiled proudly and acknowledged that, as never happened in her Saturday-night sweat-exchanges with John, she too was consumed by passion. Her sex was flooded with a rush of warm, wet desire. The stimulation that came from dominating the gimp, and the pleasure she received from seeing his satisfaction, was almost enough to inspire a satisfying, if ordinary, orgasm. But Jane refused to allow the pleasure to take her in such a way.

Beneath her, the gimp’s anus opened slowly to accept her plastic cock. She teased him the first few times, coaxing his lubricated sphincter wider before plunging inside, then pulling completely out, watching the muscle tighten and contract, then starting the whole glorious tease all over again. Finally, knowing she couldn’t spend the whole night toying with the gimp, Jane forced herself to fill him.

‘Oh! Yes!’

They said the words in unison. Jane wondered if that indicated a unity of spirit. Now she had discovered the gimp she wanted to believe that they were soul-mates and destined to be together. She couldn’t tolerate the idea of ever giving him up and her mind was already working through ways for them to build a long-lasting relationship, even if it had to be one conducted behind her husband’s back.

His back arched as she pushed the length deep inside him. She kept her hand wrapped tight around his shaft, determined she would feel his climax when it eventually came. Pulling slowly backwards, not letting her length spill out of him this time, and riding him with an implacable force, Jane licked her lips and savoured her authority.

‘Thank you, Goddess,’ the gimp muttered. ‘Thank you, Goddess.’

Jane thought his words were going to push her beyond the brink of orgasm. She buried her fingernails deeper into the base of his shaft and rode him swiftly, until she felt sure one of them was going to scream.

The sense of impending euphoria built quickly. As she jerked her hips back and forth and drove the cock repeatedly into him, Jane knew the climax was going to come hard and fast and with devastating impact.

‘GIMP! Where the hell are you, gimp?’

Jane and the gimp climaxed in the same instant.

John’s length pulsed in a rush of orgasmic agony. The Goddess was buried deep in his rear, stretching his sphincter and filling his bowel. He trembled at the sensation of being used by her and wondered how he had been able to stave off his climax for so long. A roar of glorious satisfaction burst from his lips as he collapsed into the bed beneath her. The Goddess’s length was wrenched from his rear, leaving him empty, hollow and painfully satisfied.

And again, as it had before, the angry, panicky call cried out for him. The words flew up from the street outside and fluttered in through the open bedroom window. ‘Gimp! Where the hell are you, gimp?’

Jane tried to keep her grip tight around the gimp’s cock as he climaxed but the force of his eruption was too strong. It didn’t help that she was in the throes of her own orgasm. Her eruption was inspired by the thrill of fucking the gimp. Hearing his satisfaction, knowing she was responsible for every pleasure he enjoyed, Jane had been carried to a new realm of satisfaction by her own magnificence. She groaned, a soft hiss that barely expressed her total pleasure, and then she collapsed on top of the gimp’s slumped, spent body.

‘Gimp!’

Jane was infuriated to recognise Joanne’s voice intruding on her pleasure.

‘Gimp!’ Joanne bellowed. ‘Where the hell are you, gimp?’

Jane pulled herself away from the gimp and went to the window. She could see Joanne standing in the middle of the street, still in her short leather skirt, thigh-length boots and biker’s jacket, looking incongruously sexual in the suburban haven of Cedar View. If she had been closer Jane would have thought about spitting on the woman’s unsuspecting head.

She glanced back to the bed and sighed.

She supposed it would be sensible to return the gimp to the party before anyone discovered she was the one who had borrowed him without permission. It crossed her mind that kidnapping was probably a more accurate way of describing the situation but she elected to use the word
borrowed
because it seemed less provocative. She wasn’t troubled by the fact that she had taken Joanne’s gimp from the party, only worried that knowledge of her theft might cause some embarrassment. The temptation to keep him for a while longer was almost irresistible. She had enjoyed the thrill of fucking his arse and climaxed from the satisfaction of seeing the gimp come. Common sense told her there were a lot more pleasures to be had from the gimp if she simply put him to work in a manner that suited someone so submissive. But she fought against that urge, sure that it would be wiser to enjoy him once he was safely back at the party. Admittedly, if she took him back, she wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing John discovering her in the position of a dominatrix. But she supposed that pleasure could wait for another day. Coming to a decision, she stepped back to the bed and slapped the gimp’s exposed buttocks.