Neighbourhood Watch (23 page)

His erection immediately twitched into life and again he marvelled at his good fortune in finding himself under the domination of this incomparable woman. She pressed a hand on his stomach as she straddled his body. He admired her long, slender legs and the shapeliness of her buttocks. Earlier in the evening he had been admiring Joanne’s backside and revering it for its size and shape. But Joanne was a mere amateur compared to the perfection of John’s newfound Goddess. When she pushed her backside over his face, forcing him to taste the sweet musk of her sex, he realised that this was the woman he had always wanted, the woman he had always needed.

‘Lick my pussy while I slide this into you.’

He could have climaxed on hearing the words. Even without the pressure of her fingers spreading his buttocks, even without the scent and sensation of her sex slipping closer to his mouth, even without the seductive shape of her silhouette poised over him, the force of her words was enough to thrust him to the point of no return. Steeling himself against the urge to ejaculate, John tried to relax and allow his body to accept the fat girth of the dildo.

‘Stop holding yourself so tight,’ she complained. ‘I gave you a direct command, didn’t I?’

He grinned on hearing the irritation in her voice. There was a playful edge to her tone that made her
seem
irresistible. Trying to obey – desperate to obey – John released the tension in his muscles. Immediately the fat dildo began to slide into his rear.

‘Fuck! Yes!’ he gasped.

The Goddess chuckled. She pushed her pussy closer to his face and rubbed the moist lips against him. His nose and chin were instantly lathered with her wetness. The succulent scent of her sex – ripe, gamey and overpowering – was exhilarating. He basked in her nearness and pushed his tongue hungrily against her labia. Drinking the rich flavour, savouring her bitter-sweetness, he let the dildo slide deeper and tried to concentrate on lapping and licking.

It was hard. His erection throbbed with the need to climax and the sensation only grew stronger with every inch of the dildo that she forced into his anus. His backside felt full to the point of bursting and his responses buzzed from the thrill of so much mental and physical stimulation. It had to be the most satisfying experience of his entire life – but he wanted to make it better.

‘Goddess,’ he spluttered. ‘Please! Goddess.’

She turned to sneer at him. ‘What is it?’

‘Piss on me,’ he mumbled.

‘Do what?’

‘Piss on me. Please, Goddess. Please. I’m begging you. Piss on me. Piss in my mouth.’

There was a moment’s silence. It was an agonising instant that stretched to infinity in the darkness. John held his breath, wondering if she was going to respond by simply spraying pee in his face. The sound of flesh smacking flesh was so loud and unexpected he didn’t feel the pain of the blow until his mistress was roaring at him in outrage.

‘How dare you beg your Goddess to do anything?’ she demanded. She slapped his backside a second time.
The
shock of the first blow hadn’t properly registered on his senses but the impact of the second more than made up for that. A burning tattoo of agony branded his buttock. His muscles automatically stiffened and he was made punishingly aware of the dildo that filled his rear. The Goddess’s outrage, the pain in his rear, and the sensation of being filled by her cock, all combined to make a powerful blend. He fought so hard to resist his orgasm he believed he could feel internal muscles tearing from the effort. The extremes of pain and pleasure were so severe he didn’t know whether his body was racked by delight or devastation. He sobbed when she slapped him for a third time.

‘You don’t beg your Goddess for anything except mercy,’ she snapped. She threw another slap against his backside. Each time she struck him her open palm landed with the force of a whip crack. Every blow smacked against the same mark, making the skin sensitive, the pain more intense.

John’s sob turned into a wail.

‘You don’t beg your Goddess for anything,’ she repeated. Another slap. This one forced him to rock his head back. His head smacked hard against the garden table. He could see bright stars exploding even with eyes tightly shut.

‘You don’t ask for sick and twisted things like piss in your mouth.’

Another slap. The sound was louder than the music and laughter that rang from Ted and Linda’s conservatory. The pain was wonderful, immense. He could imagine the flourish of bright red palm prints that would be decorating his pale buttocks.

‘And you stay still while I’m trying to slide a dildo up your arse.’

Another slap. His entire body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He had never
invested
so much effort in the act of resisting a climax. His need to come, and his absolute commitment to waiting for her command, placed him in the centre of an impossible dilemma. His wailing trailed off to a soft and grateful weeping.

‘Stay still,’ the Goddess insisted. This time there was no slap. There was only the sensation of her hands returning to his backside as she tried to urge the dildo deeper. ‘Stay still and eat my pussy.’

He held his breath and did as she asked. At the back of his mind he was worried that her reluctance to pee on him might suggest that she wasn’t the deity or the soul-mate he had believed she was. If she was truly worthy of his servitude, he believed, she would leap at an invitation to piss in his mouth. But the way she had dismissed his request, almost as though she was speaking with distaste, left John wondering if she had a revulsion for watersports. Not sure that such a fundamental difference could ever be reconciled, he pushed the worry from his thoughts and pressed his mouth against her pussy. Licking her wetness and wishing he could provide her with the same satisfaction that she had given him, he slurped hungrily at her hole.

‘That’s more like it,’ Jane gasped.

John didn’t know if she was complimenting him on his abilities or simply pleased that she had forced the last few inches of the dildo into his rear. The full length was a magnificent weight inside his bowel. Its presence made his erection stiff and sensitive.

‘Get me good and wet,’ she demanded. ‘I’m going to slide myself on to your cock now.’

He held himself rigid and gave her pussy a farewell kiss. She slid the wet lips of her labia away from his face and down over his stomach. Keeping her back to him, only allowing him to see her from behind, she squatted over his erection.

Guiding him into her pussy, accepting him into her wet velvet, the Goddess moaned as his cock filled her. Her fingers went to the tight sac of his scrotum and clutched. The nails bit hard into the delicate flesh. He could feel his balls being brutally squeezed in her hard grip.

‘Don’t you dare come yet,’ she insisted. She flexed her wrist a little as she spoke, reminding him that she was in absolute control. The skin of his sac was pulled and stretched in a crushing agony. The combination of pleasure and pain was devastating.

‘You can’t come until I’ve given you permission,’ the Goddess reminded him. ‘Do you understand that?’

‘I’ll try.’

‘No.’ Now there was real steel in her voice. She clutched his balls with more force and he almost shrieked at the sudden delicious sting of pain. Instead of tugging at his skin her hand closed into a tight, powerful fist. He whimpered and pressed himself hard against the table.

‘No,’ the Goddess insisted. ‘You won’t
try
and do as I’ve told you. You
will
do as I told you. Is that clear?’

He struggled for air before replying. The pain was so severe he knew that the slightest lapse in concentration would allow a climax to rip through his body. ‘Yes, Goddess,’ he managed eventually. The words took a gargantuan effort and came out in a whisper-soft mewl. ‘Yes, Goddess.’

She released her punitive hold on his scrotum. The relief from pain was so immense he almost ejaculated. Remembering his adoration for the woman above him, and wondering if her lack of interest in watersports might not be the big problem he had expected, John savoured the experience of being beneath his Goddess.

This, Jane decided, was the sex she had always wanted. The faceless man beneath her revered her as though
she
had genuinely been sent from heaven. The pleasure of exciting him to the point of no return, and then demanding he stay on that point as she satisfied herself, was thrilling and fulfilling. His length felt good inside her. She guessed he was not much larger than her husband. But because he was lying beneath her, moving only in response to her explicit commands, Jane thought he was a far more gifted lover. Delighting in the silky sensation, urging his shaft to ride in and out of her wet pussy, she decided that while they were having sex was the ideal time to pressurise him into making a commitment.

‘I want to see you again.’

He hesitated for a beat. His cock remained hard as she slid down on him.

‘I’m married.’ He said the words quietly, almost as though the fact shamed him.

Jane shrugged and began to urge herself upwards.

‘So am I. I’m married to a useless pathetic specimen of a man. I assume you’re married to a silly bitch who doesn’t know how to treat you in the bedroom.’

She paused, allowing herself a moment to slide down and then up his length. The gimp was so close to his climax she could feel the electric throb pulsing from his shaft. Her own orgasm was no more than a breath away but she resisted its tempting call, determined to bend him completely to her will before either of them was allowed to come.

‘Since we’re both hitched to idiots who don’t know how to satisfy us, why don’t we arrange to satisfy each other on a regular basis?’

There was another pause. Jane took advantage of the moment to slide down and then up again. Her inner muscles were warm and sopping with moisture. The gimp’s cock promised to give her the rush of satisfaction that her body now craved. Each time she
impaled
herself on him, Jane could feel a devastating orgasm inching closer and closer. With growing impatience, she waited to hear how the gimp would respond.

She wondered if her words had lacked subtlety. The only thing she knew about the man beneath her was that his submissiveness excited her beyond anything she had encountered before. He had a respectable body that she longed to use and a servile disposition that allowed her to dominate him without mercy. But she knew nothing about the man inside the gimp suit and wondered if her suggestion might have offended his moral code. The fear that she could have jeopardised her future relationship with the gimp made her aware of the night’s chill as her bare flesh turned prickly with goosebumps.

‘Well?’ she prompted. Glancing back over her shoulder, staring down at the shadows where his face was hidden she asked, ‘Will you see me again?’

He lifted his head to stare at her. His mask and the darkness made his expression unreadable. There was something annoyingly familiar about his posture but she supposed all men would probably look similar if they were wearing a full gimp suit. His body language and the heavy shadows meant it wasn’t until he spoke that Jane had any idea of how he might respond to her proposition.

The gimp asked, ‘How could I refuse the direct command of my deity?’

She grinned. Even though his words had a stiffness that reminded her of her husband’s pedantic vocabulary, Jane was warmed by the idea that she would have the pleasure of the gimp for as long and as often as she wanted. The thought that he genuinely wanted to worship as her subordinate fired a glorious need in the centre of her pussy. She twisted herself round and,
desperate
to preserve the sensation of his cock filling her, held him tightly with her inner muscles, feeling every delicious ripple of his erection as it turned against the muscles of her pussy. Greedily, she devoured his mouth. The kiss was passionate enough to take them both to the brink of climax.

‘My husband goes to the pub with his friends every Tuesday and Thursday night,’ she said quickly. ‘We could meet up on either of those nights.’

‘I usually see Joanne on Tuesday and Thursday nights,’ he began. He laughed softly and said, ‘My wife thinks I go to the pub with my friends. But I’d be happy to stop seeing Joanne and start seeing you instead. You’re divine. You really are a Goddess. My Goddess.’

The thrill of power swept through her. She had found her sexual soul-mate, secured sexual satisfaction for the foreseeable future and managed to convince Joanne’s gimp to turn his back on his mistress and commit himself to pleasuring her. The conviction of her own superiority was enormous and, when she pushed herself fully on to the gimp’s erection, she could feel the climax starting to ripple through her stomach.

Beneath her, he bucked and shivered and thrashed through an unavoidable release. Jane held him, relishing the enormous thrill of knowing she had given the gimp such a rush of satisfaction. Her own orgasm, a satisfying burst that erupted through her stomach and ended in dull, aching tremors in her loins, was only a shadow of the pleasure she felt from having caused his cock to pump repeatedly inside her pussy.

‘The next time we fuck,’ she whispered. ‘I think I
will
piss on you first. I’m going to piss on your face, piss in your open mouth, and make you drink every last drop. That’s what’s going to happen the next time we fuck.’

He howled. His climax had been hard and fast. But, as she spat the words in his ear, Jane realised another surge of pleasure had ripped through his body. As his cry tapered off to a muffled sob, he whispered, ‘Thank you, Goddess. Thank you.’

It was, Jane thought, a perfect moment, one that couldn’t be spoilt by anything.

‘Gimp!’

Jane lifted her head from the gimp’s when she heard Joanne’s voice. Instantaneously all her feelings of warmth and happiness disappeared. Adjusting her mask, to make sure her identity remained a secret, she gave the woman her coolest smile.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ Joanne demanded. She kept her gaze fixed somewhere between Jane and the gimp so it wasn’t immediately apparent which of them she was addressing. Speaking before the gimp had a chance to respond, Jane said, ‘He’s servicing me. Isn’t that obvious?’