Neighbourhood Watch (24 page)

The frosty gaze lifted to meet Jane’s. ‘I told him to stay by the pool.’

‘I brought him out here to fuck me.’

‘He should have told you that I’d given him an order.’

‘He couldn’t speak,’ Jane returned. ‘Because he had my cock in his mouth.’ She paused for a moment, smiled contentedly to herself and then shook her head apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Joanne. It was thoughtless of me to take your gimp when I could have had any man at this party. You must have felt terribly neglected being all on your own and not being able to attract anyone. I’ll send this one back to you as soon as I’ve finished with him.’

Even in the dark Jane could see a thunderous expression cloud Joanne’s features. She grinned at the woman’s obvious fury and wondered if she should tell
Joanne
that the gimp had just consented to become her regular illicit lover and would never be seeing her again. Deciding that would probably cause more disharmony than was necessary, she dismissed Joanne and her animosity with a wave before turning her attention back to the waning length of the gimp’s cock that filled her hole.

‘That felt good,’ she confided. She wasn’t sure if she meant the orgasm he had provided or the satisfaction of snubbing and insulting Joanne. ‘How was it for you?’

With a satisfied sigh he murmured, ‘You really are a Goddess.’

Joanne snorted impatiently. ‘Send him back in as soon as you can,’ she snapped. ‘And make sure you come back in too. I’m sure you’ll love to see what I can do to that gimp when I’ve got the right audience.’

She said something else under her breath. Because she was heading back into the house, Jane wasn’t sure she caught all of the words. It sounded as though Joanne was saying, ‘Let’s see how smug you can be when I’ve taken his mask off.’ It struck Jane as a peculiar thing for the woman to say because she didn’t think the sight of the gimp without his mask would stop her knowing that she had found her ideal man.

She made swift plans with the gimp while she eased the dildo from his rear, telling him that they would always meet in costume for their illicit Tuesday and Thursday trysts at a local motel. And, although the gimp’s return to Joanne would be the ideal time for her to leave the party, Jane thought she might stay around long enough to see Joanne unmask him.

John stumbled wearily back into the conservatory, squinting against the bright lights and shying from the excess of noise. He spotted Joanne immediately and, while he knew he had to obey her orders and go to her
side
, the prospect left him cold with dread. After spending so much of his evening with the Goddess, he expected Joanne to be furious with him. Deservedly furious. And, while he had previously looked forward to suffering the full brunt of her ire when she was angry with him, he knew it would no longer be the pleasurable experience he had once enjoyed.

‘Come with me.’

He didn’t get a chance to see who had spoken. The dog leash attached to his collar was yanked and, before he had a chance to let Joanne know he was back in the party, John was pulled through a doorway into another room. The lights seemed muted after the brightness of the pool area. His mask had fallen over his eyes again and when he pulled it away he found himself alone with three women.

He recognised Denise Shelby standing in front of him. The evening had been a revelation in discovering so many of his neighbours attending the sex party. Obviously he had expected to find Ted and Linda present, as well as Joanne, who had brought him to the party. But so far he had encountered Denise, and Ted’s brother Phil, the street’s favoured mechanic, and he had heard people talking about the Graftons and the McMurrays. It made him wonder if he and Jane were the only normal people who lived on Cedar View.

On either side of Denise were two women he remembered seeing earlier at the party, both dark-skinned, one with long black hair that flowed down to her shapely buttocks, the other sporting a short crop that mirrored her neatly trimmed pubic bush. Their bodies, exotic and available, inspired a sudden rush of sexual interest. Even though he had spent the entire party being taken to extremes of arousal by his newfound Goddess, John could feel the familiar stirrings of an erection between his legs.

‘These ladies have always wanted to play with a gimp,’ Denise explained. ‘But they didn’t fancy begging permission from Joanne or being part of the evening’s floor show. That’s why we’ve brought you in here.’

John glanced around and realised he had been led into the pool’s changing room. The Spartan surroundings did not hold his interest as much as the three glamorous naked women. He looked at them in turn, appraising the splendour of their bare flesh. His erection grew more noticeable. The stiffness of his shaft made him blush.

‘Can we touch him?’

‘Can we play with him?’

‘You’re a greedy pair of bitches,’ Denise said, laughing. ‘But you can do what you want with him. He’s a gimp. He’s here to be enjoyed.’

John’s cock twitched again.

‘He doesn’t look very aroused,’ the long-haired woman complained.

‘I thought gimps were supposed to be permanently erect,’ her friend agreed. ‘Has someone broken him?’

Denise rolled her eyes. ‘Jesus, girls. It’s just a man in a suit,’ she told them. ‘If you want him hard you’ve got to make him hard. Excite him. And then have your fun with him.’

John listened to her words, squirming with embarrassment at being spoken about as though he wasn’t able to respond. Denise’s dismissive tone made him feel small and inadequate. The exposition of his inadequacies inspired another surge of excitement to stiffen his shaft.

The short-haired woman stepped closer to him. His head was clutched from behind and his buttocks were clasped by a large, firm hand. Pulled into her embrace, he was kissed by her hungry mouth. The woman’s
tongue
slipped between his lips. Her bare breasts pressed against the thin sheath of his gimp suit. Through the leather that covered his legs he could feel her pussy kissing his thigh.

‘Don’t you want him to lick you?’ Denise asked.

‘He’s only a man.’ The long-haired woman sniffed in disdain. ‘He’s not going to eat my pussy as well as you or Connie could.’

‘Corinne’s got a point,’ the other woman agreed. ‘What can a man do that we can’t do ourselves?’ She grabbed his semi-soft length and laughed cruelly. ‘Especially when he can’t get properly hard.’

Both of the dark-skinned women chuckled. John’s cock shrivelled beneath their amusement. If not for the gimp suit, and the fact that Denise was holding the leash attached to his collar, John would have fled from their disdain and either rushed home or at least returned to the party and Joanne.

‘Jesus, girls,’ Denise exclaimed.

She pushed Corinne away from embracing John and glared at them both. John felt Denise’s fingers encircle his exposed length. The contact was surprisingly light and sensitive enough to make his body respond eagerly.

‘I thought you wanted to play with this gimp?’ Denise demanded. ‘I didn’t think you wanted to just whine about the fact that he’s a mere man.’

‘He’s not getting hard,’ Corinne argued. ‘Can you blame us for whining?’

Denise rolled her eyes. John felt her fingers stiffen around his shaft. He trembled excitedly beneath her touch.

‘You’ve made every man in here rock-hard so far this evening,’ Denise told them. ‘Why don’t you try exciting the gimp in the same way and see if you can play with him then?’

John watched the two women exchange a glance. They gave each other slow, suggestive smiles and then nodded eager consent. He didn’t know what they were going to do but, when he saw them fall into each other’s arms in an intimate embrace, his cock immediately began to thicken.

They shared a passionate kiss, stroking each other’s bodies, touching breasts and hips. Corinne insinuated a thigh between her friend’s legs and the two women melded against each other. John couldn’t tear his gaze from the scene to look at Denise but he could feel her hand working slowly up and down his stiff shaft. Steadying his breathing he watched the other two women sink to the floor as their mouths continued to explore each other’s body.

It was furiously erotic. They slid together with practised ease. He watched tongues flicking at nipples, heard the heady chuckles of their arousals, drank in the scent of their mounting excitement. As the two women twisted around one slid her tongue against the flushed pink slit of the other’s pussy.

Denise’s hand moved faster round his length. His balls grew tight with the anticipation of another climax. It was the perfect end to the evening, he thought. He had been the humiliated gimp for most of the party, and then he had met a Goddess whom he revered and who wanted him to satisfy all her sexual demands. Watching the two dark-skinned women writhe together, gasping softly and slyly encouraging further intimacy, he knew he was superfluous to their pleasure. The knowledge of his own irrelevance made his erection grow to its full length and hardness. As Denise stroked him more swiftly, he wondered how long it was likely to be before his erection twitched and pulsed for a final time this evening.

As he watched, Corinne’s slender fingers disappeared inside a velvet wet cleft. Connie arched her
back
as her lover doubled over in a groan of ecstasy. Their words were whispered in dark, feral grunts.

‘… fuck me …’

‘… drink me …’

‘… harder, you bitch …’

‘… deeper, you slut …’

Listening to them, watching and inhaling and living through the experience, John fought the threat of a premature ejaculation. He had come so many times this evening that his shaft ached from the excess of pleasure. But that dull pain didn’t stop him from wanting to feel the orgasmic pulse of release one last time before the evening was over.

‘Well done, girls,’ Denise laughed. ‘You’ve got the gimp hard.’

Corinne raised her head and glanced in John’s direction. When her gaze fell on his erection she flexed a brief smile before dismissing him with a sniff and turning her attention back to Connie. ‘Who needs a hard gimp when you’ve got a wet pussy?’ she said with a laugh. Beneath her, Connie chuckled as though Corinne’s question was the funniest thing she had ever heard. Then the sounds of their shared laughter merged into a wet slurp as each woman returned her mouths to the moist haven of her friend’s vagina.

‘Don’t you want to play with him?’ Denise asked.

‘You play with him, if you want,’ Corinne suggested. ‘Or you can send him back to Joanne,’ Connie allowed magnanimously. Her voice was smug with satisfaction as she said, ‘We’re going to keep each other entertained for the rest of the party.’

As they became an entangled mass of arms and legs, John realised they had no interest in him as either a potential partner or a frustrated observer. He was satisfied to think his humiliation could not be more complete. If Denise had continued to stroke his cock,
John
knew he would have climaxed from the wonderful, crushing shame. But she chose that moment to release him, leaving him frustrated and unsatisfied.

Gently, Denise tugged on his leash and led him towards the door.

‘They say they don’t want you,’ she said quietly. ‘And I’ve had enough of men for one night.’ There was a sadness in her voice, despite her attempt to sound pleasant and cheerful. ‘All of which means you’re superfluous to our requirements, so you’d better go.’

He wanted to ask her if she was OK. He supposed it wasn’t a gimp’s place to offer emotional support at a sex party but he didn’t like to think of his pretty neighbour sounding so upset and struggling to hide the emotion. Before he could speak she had shoved him through the doorway and out of the pool’s changing room.

John sighed, sorry he hadn’t been able to offer Denise any comfort or reassurance and disappointed he wasn’t able to watch Connie and Corinne as they continued to lick and suck each other. He wondered if he should take Denise’s dismissal as a sign that he wasn’t meant to stay at the party and that he really should go home. He had arranged to meet his Goddess on Tuesday and again on Thursday. He had just witnessed an exceptionally erotic exchange between two beautiful, exotic women. He didn’t think it would be possible for the party to end on a better note. Joanne no longer held any interest for him: he would be happy to put her and her malicious bullying out of his life forever. Telling himself this would be the ideal time to leave, he braced his shoulders and started towards the conservatory door.

Someone tugged on his leash. The collar pulled hard at his neck.

‘There you are, gimp,’ Joanne laughed. ‘I’m so glad I found you again. Come with me.’ Not waiting for his
reply
, Joanne dragged John with her and started calling for everyone’s attention. His mask didn’t shift this time and he was able to see everything with horrifying clarity. He watched Joanne glance towards the Goddess, who stood by the conservatory door. Under her breath, in a whisper just loud enough for John to hear, Joanne muttered, ‘This will be fun. I’m really going to wipe the smug grin off that bitch’s face.’

She tugged the gimp to the head of the pool. Few people bothered to look in her direction but Joanne could ignore their indifference for the moment. She wanted things to be perfect before she executed the gimp’s final humiliation of the night. She could wait for people to watch rather than force them.

‘Look at you,’ Joanne marvelled. ‘You’re sporting another erection.’

The gimp glanced down at himself and seemed surprised to notice his arousal. He also seemed uncharacteristically eager to pull away from her, as though he no longer wanted her company. Joanne smiled tightly at that thought. After this evening the gimp would have a damned good reason to avoid her company.

‘I’m tired, mistress,’ he whispered. ‘I just want to go home.’

‘I don’t care whether you’re tired. I don’t care what you want.’ She forced him to stand with his shoulders back and his legs apart. Because the servility was ingrained in him, he responded to her orders even though he obviously wanted to disobey. Taking pleasure from his discomfort, Joanne decided to unsettle the gimp completely by taking him in an unexpected embrace. She pressed her body close to his and rubbed at the stiff length of his cock. ‘I’m going to do something for you that I’ve never done for any gimp before,’ she murmured. ‘How does that sound?’