Our Neighbor's Dominance: Chapter 10
"Hey pup, you ready for what's coming?" Brit questioned.
"Uhh..."
"Nice answer!" Brit teased. "Have you ever imagined fucking me?"
My jaw fell open, but no words emerged.
She gazed at me, yet refrained from repeating the question.
Jess interjected, and I think we were both stunned:
"It's alright honey, your penis has been caged for four days. I just had mine with Brit, you can do this, you have my blessing."
"Then, yep, hell yes, I've thought about it."
"Let's get started..." Brit said as she began removing her elbow and knee pads, her gloves, and her ankle pads. "..... over here boy!" she concluded, clicking her tongue like people do to signal dogs.
I moved away from the couch and knelt, and she knelt down and started approaching me. We met, and she wrapped her lengthy arms around me while we began kissing. It was clumsy at first, then we found a rhythm and it turned passionate quickly.
She ran her long fingers on her big hands over my ass, through my hair, and constricted my torso by drawing me nearer to her. In return, both of my hands found her luscious ass in no time. I grabbed it, squeezed it, kneaded it, and ran my fingers on both hands up and down her ass cleft.
At that instant, I yearned to take off her spandex and noticed her thong beneath the skin-tight shorts.
Somehow, I realized I needed to be more comprehensive, so I steered one hand off her ass and ran it through her hair and up and down her back. I then began pushing the buttons of her sports bra while my other hand remained fastened to her ass. She recognized my intentions and shed her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. I latched onto one and began sucking while rubbing the other.
She combed her fingers through my hair and her entire body started reacting to my actions. After that, she posed the question of whether I wanted to "drive this vehicle or ride along," which essentially asked if I wanted to fuck her or have her fuck me.
If I was making this up, I would conjure something more obscene, but those were her words. No joke, peeps.
"Drive! I want to DRIVE!" I stated, perhaps more rapidly than necessary. Jess snorted with laughter while maneuvering around to record the action.
The I sensed her arms loosening, although still wrapped around me like a Python, and regarded this as my cue to take the driver's seat, as it were.
I lay her on her back and rose up over her. I picked up one foot and licked it thoroughly, concluding with swirling my tongue between her extended toe and the next. I then bypassed any further unnecessary actions and targeted her painted-on spandex shorts. I tore them off with my hands, and against my will, the panties joined them. She was now completely nude before me.
I impulsively dropped down and went for her pussy. She spread her legs to grant access, and then gently began caressing the back of my head. I blended my tongue and lips while reacting to her breathing, moans, and hand pressure upon my head.
"I want you puppy, I want you inside me now." She whispered. I granted her wish.
I rose up over her and pushed in. She moaned in pleasure. I acknowledged that though I may not have the largest penis in the world, it took more effort than anticipated for me to enter. The struggle was thrilling, don't get me wrong, but her pussy was tighter than I thought it might be. I assumed that with women, big girls would have bigger pussies, right? We tend to presume that with men, bigger equals bigger, right?
Nope, not always true, I'm pleased to confirm!
It took us a short while to find a harmony, she would pull back as I pushed forward. Then we would thrust forward in unison. We laughed at this synchronization, then I slid one hand beneath her and steered her movements so I could better guide her.
She relinquished control, we discovered a rhythymn, and we fucked like professionals!
She would wrap those lengthy legs of hers around me during our escapades to assist her in her ascent and descent on my member, and it was a completely extraordinary sensation compared to the times she attempted to pin me on the mat. It was unbelievable, just different. While her efforts on the mat were marvelous, this was in a league of its own. I felt so minuscule amidst those long legs, yet I was in the driver's seat, something that didn't quite happen when it was the other way around. I was fucking her, not the other way around.
She clutched her thighs around me tighter to hold on, but not in an intense grip that would take my breath away as she usually intended.
It was unbelievably fantastic. Better than I had ever dreamed up in my wildest fantasies!
A few moments after being on top of her, I stopped abruptly. I extended my hand to help her up. I directed her to the edge of the couch, positioned her face down on the armrest, and initiated another round from behind.
"I'm about to take control now!" I exclaimed enthusiastically as I resumed our activities from behind.
I wrapped her right arm behind her back and seized a chunk of hair with my other hand. She let out moans of gratification (and probably some pain) in response to me gripping her arm or pulling her hair, and I eased up somewhat. I still did both a few more times, though.
Her moans and wallows grew louder and more endearing as she cried out "Fuck me!", "Fuck me!", "Fuck me!" with each breath change.
"You're about to cum!", I gleefully exclaimed with pride. "Am I about to ring your bell? Who's the boss now?"
As I realized that I hadn't factored her achieving her orgasm in all of this, I felt a pang of guilt. Weren't we supposed to be a team? Nevertheless, I wanted to give it my all and pleasure her, but it felt more selfish at the moment.
In a flash of realization, she finally came, just as I was about to declare my (now somewhat delayed) victory.
I paused ever so slightly as I witnessed her experiencing her climax. She released a series of "Oh GA" before her body went limp.
Feeling more elated than I had in a very long time, I kept going, wary of reaching the end. I stopped and moved her to the inner corner of the couch, laid her down flat, and knelt on the mat in front of her. Our positions aligned perfectly, and our session continued. The captivating sight of her breasts bouncing up and down mesmerized me.
I was incredibly grateful for the earlier blow job; it had allowed me to last much longer than I typically would have. With a girl like her and having endured forced celibacy for four days, I would have been finished in less than 30 seconds, likely not even enough time for her to react. Not now! I was on a roll!
Then, inevitably, I recognized the imminence of my conclusion. I had no idea how to handle the situation: I didn't want to spill my juice on the couch or mat, and I had never lived out a sexual encounter with her before, so I didn't want to finish on her, either.
"I'm going to cum..." I mumbled uneasily, not quite sure how to propose this situation.
"Cum on my chest, puppy... cum on my boobs... don't miss," she urged through pleased sounds.
"Yowza!" I exclaimed unexpectedly, perhaps displaying more fanfare than necessitated, again. Her feminine laughter indicated she appreciated that I hadn't spoken stupidly.
I carried on with her pussy for another minute before I withdrew myself and decided to finish right there on the couch. I perched myself beside her hips and started vigorously stroking until I reached my goal.
She tried to rise from the couch as my cum began to trickle down her chest, creating a engaging pattern.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered apologetically as I retrieved my shorts.
Jess switched off the camera and turned her gaze to me, eyebrows raised. Before long, she spoke up. "You can get up now, puppy? Your jiz seems to be dying, and I don't want it dripping all over the couch."
"Wow, you really paid attention when I asked you to enjoy it!"
I guess I did. I didn't want to let either of you down, and after being locked up for four days and witnessing what you two did together, I was feeling quite turned on. You two were incredible! I couldn't help but get aroused watching that.
We chatted casually about Britney before she re-entered the room, sporting a pair of shorts and a tank top, looking ready for bed. I realized it was getting late, and I didn't want the night to end just yet, but I didn't know what else we could do. Both of you had already pleasured me, dominated Jess with a vibrator, and had sex with me. What was left?
Brit was about to answer that question for us.
"Okay pets, I think you've experienced quite a bit tonight. Showered and dressed, and wait for me on my bed," she instructed. "Little slut, I bet you know what's coming next, but don't tell him."
Jess and I got dressed and went to wait on Brit's bed, sitting close together with anticipation. She'd turned the TV on as she made her way upstairs, so Jess found something to watch while we waited for her to finish showering. After about fifteen minutes, Brit emerged wearing a dark blue thong, no bra, and a short tank top. She had a hint of a smile on her face, as if she knew something we didn't.
She laid down on her belly on the bed between us, propping her head up with some pillows. She didn't say anything, just gave us a knowing look. Jess read her cue and leaned over, kissing and licking her ass cheek.
"Sweetheart, she loves it when her ass is indulged..."
"Just my ass cheeks tonight, pets." Brit interrupted. She seemed to be encouraging something.
Jess looked at me with a knowing smile. "Just your ass cheeks," Jess confirmed, then began to lick and kiss Brit's ass cheek herself.
I followed suit and started to kiss and lick Brit's other ass cheek, careful to avoid any sensitive areas.
We both lay down on the bed, laid out as best we could with only half the space for Brit's ass to be closer for pampering.
Brit moaned with pleasure at our ministrations, leaning back into it as I chose to lick the inside of her ass cheek and down deep. Apparently, Jess had the same idea. Our heads bumped together suddenly, causing a "thud" sound and eliciting a cry of pain from me as we suddenly parted.
"Are you okay?" Brit asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Yeah...that hurt..." I replied hesitantly.
Then, to my surprise, both Brit and Jess started laughing. It turned into a weirdly amusing moment, sharing a laugh with my wife and the neighbor we had just had sex with.
Eventually, the laughter subsided, and we went back to worshipping Brit's ass.
While I was engaged in my task, I began to contemplate the future. What would happen next? Would this turn into a weekly or bi-weekly occurrence? Should I tell people about our sessions with Brit? What about the $200 fee I've been paying per visit?
And what about the chastity belt? That cage was a terrible experience, but the sensation of having it taken off was euphoric.
'Perhaps I do want the cage again. Brit seems enthusiastic about it, right? What would Jess think?' Cycling through different thoughts, I couldn't escape this strange mental tangent.
It was an odd conundrum. The cage was a nightmare to endure, but the initial feeling of freedom after it was removed was ecstasy.
'Maybe I want the cage again. Brit would appreciate it, right? What does Jess think?' I pondered, lost in these bizarre thoughts.
Hmm, could I desire having my manhood locked in a cage once more? What's the story behind this? Am I actually yearning for that? Or am I simply caught up in a sexual haze, making my thoughts fuzzy? Do I need Jess to secure it? She doesn't carry a navel piercing, so how could she don the key?
'A necklace? Brit tried something similar. Jess is a fan of anklets, perhaps she could slip the key onto her anklet?'
Against my will, my mind wandered to other issues. However, I attempted to concentrate on Brit's sensational bum. Finally, I attempted to tell myself I didn't know whether I hankered for chastity again or not. But I wonder if I was being honest with myself. No matter what, I was beside myself with excitement to see where this was leading!!
So, that's it! We've reached the end!
But wait! Just like other stories involving Kyle, Jess, and Britney, I have some further ideas. If you'd like me to continue and narrate more, please drop a comment and let me know!
Read also:
- Kristin, Tasha, and I: Chapter 2
- Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
- Chapter 6: The Neighborly Role
- What occurs in Las Vegas...
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