Wife Dominate and fuck Husband

A young husband finds that his wife is stronger than him, but in a nice way.

The young couple were in bed by ten most nights, and swore they would never go to sleep angry with each other. But this night was different, Dinesh was adamant he had been wronged and was not about to start any intimacy until

Shardha apologized. He lay with his back to his young wife and tried to sleep, their vow to always make up forgotten.

Shardha knew he was upset but still believed she was right, and wanted to make up. She reached a hand out to him and pulled his arm, but he resisted and would not turn over. She took a firmer grip of his slim right arm and pulled more insistently, her heart leaping slightly as he rolled towards her.

Deciding that she would need to start things herself she slipped her right leg across and pressed it between his thighs, pressing against his still flaccid member. Shifting her upper body over him she pressed her large breasts (40 DD) against his slim chest (36), knowing that he loved the feel of them.

Dinesh was not ready to make up and moved his hands to push her off him, if they were to make love it would be when he was ready, and not before. He was puzzled to say the least when he found that he couldn't shift her, nor stop her advancing further.

He was a Quality Control Manager at a local manufacturing firm who cycled to Work most days and thought himself fit and healthy. Always stating that he was 5' 7", he was actually nearer 5'6", and weighed in at a trim 58 Kg. His wife claimed to be 5'8", but was almost an inch taller making her even taller than him. She was also active and worked in Quality Control at a small meat packaging plant nearby. She walked the three miles to work most days and didn't carry much excess weight on her curvy frame. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was almost 20 kg heavier than her husband, due to her more solid build.

As her husband started to caress her shoulders she nuzzled into his neck and slipped her right arm under his left and beneath his shoulders, pulling herself completely on top of him. Her breasts pillowed out between them and his right leg pressed between her thighs insistently. She gripped his right arm and pressed it to the bed while swinging her leg up and over his so that she could press herself against his manhood, both her legs between his now and nudging them gently but firmly apart. She moaned softly as he swelled against her, clearly aroused now and moving sensuously beneath her. Releasing his arm she reached down and gripped his firm small ass, shifting him slightly so that they were poised ready for her next move. She was now aroused herself, more than ever before, the gentle rubbing against him stimulating her so that she was almost ready even before he penetrated her.

Dinesh was frantic; despite his best efforts to prevent her, his wife had shifted his body into position beneath hers and taken what he thought of as the man's, HIS, position above him. His legs were wide apart while her legs were between him. All his squirming and heaving had left him breathless and helpless; nothing he did seem to have an effect on her. Her thick thighs were pressing his own apart even more as she pressed herself against him. His arousal was entirely against his will, and yet....

Shardha tightened her arm around his shoulders and slipped a hand between their heaving lower bodies to take him in hand and position him ready for her to fuck him. She teased the end of his penis around her moist hairy pussy and carefully slipped the tip into herself. Letting out a slight squeal of pleasure she pushed down, taking him slowly deep inside of her. Already on the verge she lifted her hips and thrust with more force, his gasp was even louder than her own and she repeated the move with more force again. In seconds she was coming, thrusting with short powerful moves until she moaned loudly and pushed down hard, not moving except for small shudders.

Dinesh was now heaving with all his strength to shift his wife to her normal position beneath him and take control, if they were going to do this he would need to be on top. With Shardha's powerful thighs pinning his to the bed he could not use his legs to turn her and was only able to use his upper body strength.

She seemed to weigh a ton, her arms were thicker than he remembered, and her shoulders and back wider. When the shudder from her orgasm came he felt the arm around his shoulders tighten almost painfully. His hand at the time was gripping her upper arm in an attempt to shift her and he froze as he felt the already large limb grow beneath his hand.

Shardha's orgasm ended but she wanted more, and she wanted Dinesh to enjoy one too. She began slowly moving her hips up and down with a slight circular movement that really seemed to be causing Dinesh pleasure; his cock seemed to be growing even harder inside her. His hands seemed to be pushing at her as though he wanted her to slow down, or move in some different way, but she loved the way this felt and decided to continue. His way of making love had always been enjoyable, but not like this, she was liking this way better and was not about to stop.

Dinesh was more aroused than he could ever remember, and was not sure why as he struggled to take over proceedings. His wife grabbed him by the wrists and simply moved his arms away from her and suddenly he was pinned and unable to move as she slowly pumped her hips up and down. She moved his arms so that both his wrists were above his head and then began to move her chest as well, the big breasts rubbing sensuously over him. Desperate to take some sort of control he put everything into a final effort to break free.

Not only was Shardha enjoying this new position, but she could tell from the sobs and heaving of her husband that he was really enjoying it too. Clearly her taking the initiative had turned him on; she had never felt him so hard inside her. As she moved his arms easily over his head she wondered if that was part of it; did he like her being in control? Clearly he had not done much to prevent it.

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips she placed both his wrists in one hand and slipped her other behind on his chest and start crashing his chest like a man do to his wife.

"Like this, huh?" she breathed softly, smiling as he pretended to struggle beneath her. "Like me to be on top, do you?" she asked breathily as she gave him a hard thrust with her hips, only to slow down slightly and start with the circular motion again. She smiled as each downward thrust caused a gasp to escape from his lips, and she slammed down hard and was rewarded with an audible noise more like shock.

Aroused beyond belief, Dinesh was in shock. His young, normally demure wife had him pinned helplessly on the bed while she slowly brought him to climax, her strong body clearly easily able to overpower his. He stopped heaving with his arms as it was only straining his shoulders and looked into Shardha's eyes. She looked radiant as she increased the pace of her thrusting hips, watching him for the signs of his impending orgasm, wishing to time her second with it. Releasing his hands as the inevitable approached she shifted her right arm back around his chest to cradle his nipples while her left reached down to caress his firm buttock and thigh. Sensing that he was close now she started to pump in earnest, until she felt his body tense up, and then she thrust hard. Almost lifting completely off him she drove down again and again, bringing herself to orgasm even as he shot deep inside her. Such was the pleasure that she barely noticed his hands as they roamed across her shoulders and along her arms.

She lifted herself slightly, resting on her right elbow and smiled down at him.

"Wow, that was fantastic," she said, beaming a big smile at him. "Hope you didn't mind me being on top this time, but it just felt so good I didn't want to move anywhere else."

"No, you can do that whenever you want."

She thought she could hear something in his voice, but could not quite place it.

She reached up with her left hand to brush her hair over her right shoulder, and then she noticed his hand on her biceps. The position caused it to flex and he was silently feeling the big roundness of her considerably large bicep. It was swelling like a big man’s.

"I do seem to have grown somewhat since I took on this new position at work." It was almost an apology, she had noticed that she seemed to be getting heavier but not in the places she would expect. She spent six hours a day lifting sealed meat packages to visually inspect before delivery. "Nothing could replace the human eye", her boss had told her when explaining the importance of her new job. And when, after only three weeks, she had complained of backache, a physio was there the next day to teach her lifting posture and exercises to ease stress from standing all day. And two weeks later she had a new job title and a pay rise as well as a bigger appetite. Lifting packages weighing up to 30 Kg all day made her hungry, as well as noticeably bigger in the shoulders and arms.

"Do you think I should change my job? Am I starting to look.....well..... Too big?" She bit her lip as she waited for the answer, she didn't know if he would be upset that she was ballooning up so much. "They get bigger," she said as she lowered and raised her clenched fist a few times, watching his face. He inhaled slowly as the bicep beneath his hand grew even bigger with each flex. "I used to struggle with all the lifting but I hardly notice it now. I guess I'm a bit stronger than I used to be." She paused as she felt his recently depleted cock growing inside her again. "Do you mind that?"

The question was almost redundant as he continued to feel the thick arm, and just to be sure she lowered herself gently on top of him and raised her right arm in the same pose, pumping it quickly up to the same size.

"No, I don't mind. You just made me come harder than I ever have before, and I'm getting aroused again just by feeling these arms of yours. Like I said, you can do that to me whenever you want. And I mean that you literally can do that, whenever you want whether I want to or not, whether I try to stop you or not. I tried to stop you earlier and you hardly noticed, you just took control, did what you wanted."

"Oh, Dinesh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted me to stop. I.."

"No! The best sex EVER! You were so powerful; you are so powerful that I couldn't make any difference at all. And did I mention that I came harder than ever before?

Seriously, you CAN do that to me anytime YOU want to. And if I try to stop you just ignore me, hold me down and fuck me till you're done. Nothing has ever turned me as much as you just now, taking me against all my best efforts to stop you."

"Really? You were trying your hardest to stop me? It didn't seem like you were trying that hard at all. I had both of your arms down with just one of mine.....

And you were trying to get free? To stop me?"

"Yes, really. I don't know who was strongest before you took this job, but there’s no question at all now. If you want sex with me, you can just put me in whatever position you want me and fuck me. I will struggle; try my best to stop you, but not because I want you to stop, because I know you are much stronger than me. Holy shit, Shardha, it’s only been two minutes and I'm hard as stone again."

She took his wrists and pinned his arms either side of his shoulders while nudging his legs even further apart than before. She ground herself against him before rising up and thrusting back down, noticing with delight that he was indeed, really hard again. This time she was less gentle, when she came down on him it was with considerable force on his hips and groin, making a slapping sound. His legs spread wider and she hammered down, relishing the power she had over him.

She released his wrists and slipped her arms around his slim upper body, supporting herself and hugging him tightly to her as she slowly but firmly pumped her hips. He lasted longer this time but she did not tire, reveling in the feel of his hands on her strong body. She tightened her arms as she felt his hands on them, teased him by lifting almost completely off him then surging down again. She loved being on top, it was such a thrill for her.

She came twice more before she felt his body tense, ready to burst again, and when she felt his hands on her buttocks, trying to force her down onto him she clenched them tightly, hardening them so that he could feel the power there. This also caused her to grip him tightly within her, and she sensed his orgasm backing off. She moved slowly again, then increased her speed until he was gasping with each thrust, only to stop and lock him tightly once more.

Finally she could feel another orgasm rising within her and she pumped him harder and faster until they both came together. She mashed her lips onto his as she held him tightly in her arms as they both shuddered with pleasure.

 
Original story From : http://thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc31/gentlestrength01.txt
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Gentle strength Chapter 1
by Mez261uk

Masculine more than me

Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilled, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice.

"Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well.

With no better option, I shrugging accepted. "Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well."

A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us.

"Hi honey!" The woman said. "You didn't have lunch yet, did you?"

Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded.

"No, we were just gonna go out." I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. "Ah, you brought my lunch."

"Y-your lunch...?" Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force.

With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. "It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear." She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile.

Turan raised an eyebrow."What is this fuzzy bear...?"

Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear.

"You have got to be kidding me, man." Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them.

Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused.

It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. "Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot."

Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. "No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way."

"Well, I'll see you at home." I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs.

"What the fuck was that?" Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. "THAT'S your girlfriend!" People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served.

Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. "W-what is so odd about that?"

"But you?!" Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. "Having a girl like that!?"

Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. "Did you suddenly get a lot of money?" He looked over me me like a merchant appraising a good. "Neil doesn't look that great, and so clearly you haven't been going on shopping sprees."

With someone finally saying something that explained his incoherent confusion, Daniel again piped up. "I know!" His hand swung toward the door. "That was just so...DAMN!" Swinging back to me, I barely managed to dodge a backhand. "Neil, what do you do to get that sort a girl?"

"Maybe he is...how do you say it?" Turan made a gesture with his hands, initially small, but spreading them wider and wider.

"Of course!" The resounding sound of a slap to a forehead echoed in the DMV and people were entranced by the scene Daniel was making. "Maybe he's just been holding back all this time!" His voice went from somewhat loud to inappropriately loud. "You're gonna have to share some secrets on how to get a bangin' chick like that."

"Stop it." I said with a hushed voice, partly because I didn't want to continue to draw attention of the whole room, but also because of the piercing nature of the harsh whisper. "I just met her in a grocery store, had a conversation...and well..." I shrugged, I would have added a 'yadda yadda yadda' if this was Seinfeld or New York.

"It must be amazing conversation." Turan noted.

Stopped in his tracks by my whisper, Daniel seemed to notice how loud and animated he was getting and was reminded of the rules and etiquette of the DMV. He was much, much quieter when he continued. "Well, with a girlfriend that looked like that, and that made me lunch, I couldn't help but worry." Then Daniel hit me with one of those armor-piercing questions: "Don't you worry about her getting swooped up by someone...y'know, with money or that doesn't have a gut?"

It's easy to think you can just deflect these questions with an easy 'She loves me', but such responses are often denial or desperate. I didn't have the money with my job to buy her all the nice things she could want, and I didn't have a body that screamed 'Olympian', but rather more 'jog every once in a while'. It's never possible to tell when doubt has been planted, but it always sprouts with a bang.

* * *

Slightly more worn out from usual, the argument with Turan and Daniel the likely cause, I entered the kitchen with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Amelia was in an odd duality of outfit, yoga pants and sports bra with an apron. Her long, wavy blonde hair was up in a ponytail, a leftover from her workout. Given the slight glistening in the kitchen light as she moved, she still had a bit of sweat.

I came up behind Amelia, and watched her cutting up some butternut squash. She brushed some of the orange cubes into a plastic bag, most likely preparing it for freezing. Maybe she was preparing to make some risotto for the future.

Her cooking was always something I looked forward too. Even beyond the depressing nature of a lunch break without a lunch, I felt like I was was missing something besides a full stomach. Through the toughest slogs at the office, just as stressful to employees as customers, a reminder of what you are working for can make the unbearable tolerable. A spoonful of hot food made by Amelia could make stress melt away.

Even the salad she had made for me for lunch was enough to cool me off after the argument with the guys.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug from behind. Her hair tickled my nose, as did the faint smell of sweat and fresh squash. "Hi Amelia." I ran my fingers across her stomach, feeling the movement of her breath, and the taut abdomen muscle, trained through yoga.

"You know not to surprise and hug me from behind when I'm holding a knife?" Amelia waved the knife, shining in the light before chopping the last few pieces of squash. She most likely smiled, somewhat amused by joke, pleased with the attention that she's getting from me. She shifted her body back and forth slightly, settling herself into my arms and body. "Welcome home fuzzy bear."

"Fuzzy bear? That was a pretty cute one. But the guys made fun of me for it."

She laughed, a tiny one for a quiet little amusement. "Well, I have my fun." Placing the knife on the table, and sealing the bag of butternut squash cubes, she then turned around in my arms, looking up at me. "But hopefully the guys didn't tease you too much." Her hazel eyes looked up into mine.

"They teased me, but the lunch you made helped." I then added another bit, trying to draw a little sympathy. "It-it still hurts a little."

"Did the extra special dressing I put on the salad at least help make it a little better?" She moved her arms up, draping them around my neck. Amelia pulled herself a little closer to me, her body pressing up against me. Each breath from her moved her breasts up and down my chest.

I nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you whispered to me that you put in some extra love in the lunch, I knew it was going to be all right then." Her special dressing was really thin, and it had a really slimy consistency, but it was the purest form of her love. I wouldn't let anyone else ever have a taste. "It's really the best."

"You know Neil," Amelia said, stirring in my arms, and smiling a dirty smile "that's really sweet of you to say. It has some..." her eyes moved downward, leading mine to look down underneath the apron and sports bra. She parted her legs slightly, allowing one of mine to get in between the gap. "...effects on me." Between her thighs was something pushing and begging for some space and air from within her yoga pants.

Even though the day wore me out a bit, my girlfriend's naughty requests were always something that I found energy for. She herself was a source of energy for me. "I suppose if my girl wants it, she gets it."

"Suppose?" She raised an eyebrow.

"If my girl wants it, she gets it." I corrected myself, spoiling her was never a bad idea. Ceasing my embrace, I kneeled down on the floor. Even as the apron still hung around her neck obscuring it, I could tell she was aroused and yearning for some release and affection. I reached out, running my leg along the inside of her thigh, her dick was hard to the touch.

Our first time was something especially awkward. While I was entirely unsuspecting of her having a dick, she was entirely unsuspecting of a guy that was willing to try her fantasies after only a little explanation, coaxing and a fluttering of eyelashes. That night, when we first had sex, I let her push me down onto the bed. In a perverse twist, she had done me like I had wanted to do to her. She had wrapped her arms around me like I wanted to do to her. I wrapped my legs around her like I wanted her to do. I was thrust into gently as I wanted to do to her. I curled my toes with pleasure like I had wanted her to do. Only the kiss at the end was the same as I had imagined.

The apron fell to the floor, and the erection was only imprisoned within her yoga pants for a moment as she pulled them down as well. Her dick, well beyond the size of my own, jutted from her flat stomach like a skyscraper on a flat plain.

"After hearing about you liking the special dressing I put in your salad, I figured you would want some more...straight from the tap." One of her hands was stroking her dick, even through it was already fully erect from grinding against me and my sweet words, she was pumping a little more precum out and rubbing it along her shaft. Along with a little bit of the sweat from earlier, only made the shaft glisten and look more succulent. Her other hand was on the back of my head.

"Amelia, can I at least change out of my clothes?"

"Don't ruin the mood. I'm doing laundry tomorrow." Without a chance for rebuttal, she pulled her hand forward, pressing my head into the head of her dick. She cooed pleasingly as she entered the warm confines of my mouth, and squirmed as I did more than passively take it.

The salty taste of the sweat from earlier with the slimy texture of the precum would make it seem like it was an unpleasant taste, but it was Amelia's taste, it couldn't be unpleasant. She did not let me tease and toy with her, but rather took matters into her own hands, pumping her hips to and fro, in and out of my mouth. Her pace was slow, savoring the tight ring of lip and the careful, practiced tongue that was running along her flesh.

The hand holding my head stead caressed my hair. "Mmm..." Amelia squirmed a little as she moaned, her hips never losing its slow, methodical rhythm. "You're the best at this Neil..." When she got aroused and pleased like this, her voice would almost turn into a squeak, matching her squirming. "I want to go deeper inside you, is that okay?"

My mouth stuff full of her cock, my affirmative response came out as a muffled 'Sure'. I tried to relax myself, suppress my gag reflex and opened my mouth wide. With the normal blowjob, I could only get most of her dick inside of my mouth. It was only through deepthroat that I could accept all of her into me. It was somewhat ironic, only by making myself vulnerable was I able to accept all of her uniqueness. Sliding deeper inside me, more and more of her cock was able to fit into my mouth, pushing into my throat.

She leaned forward, nudging my head back slightly, making it easier. Even beyond making it easier to slide herself down my esophagus, she was hungering, lusting for that release, for more attention from me. "Please please please take it all!" Her body had curled forward nearly in a half-circle, her hands holding the back of my head, gently pulling it closer to her hips.

Strained, but not beyond something I haven't done before, I finally took in her dick to the hilt. My nose was buried for a moment in her thin bush of pubic hair, drinking the scent of feminine allure and the musk of masculine arousal. As quick as I was pushed into it, she withdrew, sliding part of her cock out of my throat and pushing it back in. Her previously rhythmic and gentle pace was starting to become more desperate and random, never getting really rough or painful, but giving her more frantic hips, her quivering legs and louder pants from above me, she was getting close.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Amelia kept repeating the phrase, a mantra, or it was the only thing consuming her thoughts at the time. Her hands loosened their grip on my head, stroking my hair lovingly.

Her loosened grip was enough to let me pull back and get her dick out of my mouth. I gasped for a moment, taking in all the fresh air that was so limited a moment ago and dived back into pleasing my girlfriend. My tongue ran up and down her long cock, already twitching and beginning to orgasm. As my ministration continued, her legs buckled and she let out a cute groan. Her special dressing, her semen, was shot out of her cock, making a mess primarily on my face. My tongue did not stop, lapping up the semen that was dribbling down the shaft, trying to coax more and more out of it.

Spent, Amelia sank down on her knees with me, panting as she came down from orgasmic high. Like an dog, her tongue started to lap up the fluid on my face. Although competed with her by running a finger along my face, scooping up the semen and tasting it like a chef tastes the sauce. When my face was clean, we kissed. She pushed the semen she didn't swallow into my mouth.

"Did you like the sauce?" She said, still panting.

I was not in much different shape, panting as well, albeit for a different reason. "Well, yeah, of course." One more pant passed. "But I thought you were calling it a special dressing?"

"Context...dependent." She said in-between pants. Beyond the flub in terminology, she continued. "Thanks for that. I know you just got off work, so I'm grateful for the attention."

My eyes went downward, back toward her cock, hers had followed mine. She was still ready for round two. "Amelia...?"

"No, it's all right. I know you're tired." She smile weakly. "I can just let it pass, or go vent with the internet."

Any exhaustion in my bones was purged in a blazing inferno of lust, passion and jealousy at her suggestion. My girlfriend getting off to someone else, even porn stars, was beyond unacceptable. It was unthinkable, uncondonable if I had any say. With a big deep breath, I steeled myself for what was going to happen, and picked her up in a princess carry.

"W-what are you doing Neil!?" Amelia flailed weakly in my arms, resisting, but not resisting at the same time. Even her exclamation was half serious protestation, half laughing.

I was no bodybuilder, so I struggled slightly as I made my way to the bedroom, fortunately only down a hall. "I'm the only one that's gonna satisfy you! There is no letting it pass or getting off to someone else!" I yelled perhaps a bit too loud for the evening, but I didn't care.

Amelia's half-hearted struggling stopped, as she became quiet and docile. Her arms wrapped around my neck, accepting my carry and curling tighter around me. She smiled softly. "You're an big idiot you know." The tone of her voice was soft, meek and as insincere as hell.

"Yeah, I'm a big idiot." I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Contrary to what may have been ideal, there was no rose petals on the bed, candles or music playing. I was tired from work and probably looked like a mess, Amelia was still sweaty from her workout and hardly wearing anything lacy or erotic, and her hair was still in her lazy workout ponytail. It was under these unideal and pathetic circumstances and atmosphere that I laid Amelia on the bed.

She watched as I stripped. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw I was as aroused and erect as she was. My dick was smaller, but her endowment was definitely beyond the ordinary, even if a women usually had cocks. "You know, you can..." Amelia trailed off.

Amelia liked to be on top, she liked to take the dominant role, she liked to be the one that penetrated. I knew that it was source of unease for her, taking a man like she always does and not being very interested in letting him a man take her like he would want. Even the first time they had sex, she was the one who took the lead and pushed herself inside of me.

"Nah, it's all right." I said as I removed my underpants, leaving the tie and shirt on (albeit unbuttoned). "I said I was the only one who was gonna satisfy you, I'm gonna satisfy the fuck outta you." I knew what she liked, and I wouldn't have stayed with her if I didn't enjoy it at least a little. Being embraced from behind, with her big C cups on my back, her inside me and her pleased moans in my ears is something that few people can ever enjoy, and I relish it. "How do you want to do it, er, me?"

I had asked her when she was taking of her sports bra, leaving her naked and thinking. Amelia moved on the bed, shifting toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs off the edge. "Well, if you w-want..." She was unusually shy, her head looking down, eyes the same. "I-I want to see your face."

I suppose role reversal was just what we did in the bedroom. After a few moments of deliberation and discussion, I was on my back, legs in the air like a woman. Amelia was holding herself atop of me, ready to push her dick inside me like a man. Except that I was no woman and Amelia was no man. It was a strange relationship that was a a reversal and the norm at the same time.

She hesitated, and I acted instead. My legs wrapped around her hips, and pulled them forward. "C'mon Amelia, let's do this." Her dick pushed inside me without much resistance. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her face, clearly enjoying being inside me. I couldn't help but smile.

Her hips started to move. Unlike with the blowjob, there was not quite so much of a slow rhythm or gentle thrust, but more inconsistent pace and power. Given the flushed face and moans, she was enjoying it.

I couldn't hide my enjoyment as well, as I'm sure she could feel, my cock was throbbing against her stomach, precum smearing onto her. Even if it was an unorthodox pleasure for a man, her cock inside of my ass was hitting at just the right spots, spreading just enough to make it pleasurable. Her hips pushed my ass upward, changing the angle and rubbing up against my prostrate.

 Even thought she was enjoying it, she wasn't smiling.

"I really love it when you do this to me Amelia." Moans came from my mouth as I spoke.

Her hips continued their inconsistent movement, but slowly started to be a little more consistent.

"I want this." My hand reached up and finger digging into her blonde hair. "Give me what I want." Pulling her face toward me, I kissed her. In-between kisses, I continued. "I don't care how I get it, but I want you." My tongue went back in her, playing with each other for a moment. "Amelia, you are always what I want."

"I-I love you..." Amelia said as her hips found their rhythm and started giving me a passionate, powerful thrusts inside me. As she pulled away, focusing on her hips and the tight confines that her cock was within. She was smiling.

As her cock was pounding me into a mental haze, my hand withdrew from her hair and ran along her face. Her sweat and tears were wiped away from my hand. "There we go..." I said in a long moan, "give it to me like you really mean it." The repeated massage her long dick was giving my prostrate was having an effect, creating a slippery mess of precum on our stomachs. The slippery surface between our stomachs stroked my cock almost as good as a handjob.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice was staccato, each word said with each thrust.

I could only say one thing in response. "Yeah, it feels amazing."

She continued to smile, her face also showing that she was also on a trip to orgasmic high, sharing the same pleasurable haze as I was. "Do-do you want it inside...?"

Actions speak louder than words, and I learned a little from Amelia: I tightened my legs around Amelia's hips, preventing her from withdrawing, preventing her from doing anything but cumming inside of me. "What do you think?"

With no other option, she bottomed out inside of me, her cock as deep inside me as it could go. Her arms dug under the bed, wrapping around me and held me tight. Her breasts were tightly pressed against me, rubbing against me with the minute movements that I allowed her. Her taut, flat stomach muscles rubbed against my cock, massaging it and bringing it to the brink of orgasm, as if the prostate pounding and anal stimulation wasn't enough already.

Her head fell, coming down besides me, biting the sheets and moaning into the mattress. My arms embraced her as I kissed her neck. "I love you Amelia." As I felt the hot jizz filling me, I came, the anal stimulation and ab-job pushed me over the limit.

After the last drops of semen were wringed from her cock by me, she pulled out. The hot fluid seeped from my hole and onto the bed. She sank onto me, but it was only momentary, before she slid off of me to the side. Amelia, even after she fucked me hard, fast and passionately, would curl up beside me. One hand would rest on my chest, the other curled up around my arm, our legs entwined.

This Amelia always made me smile. Even though she took the lead in bed, when it was all over, she was just as much of a cute girl as anyone could be.

"You know." Amelia was still panting, and I could feel from her clinging to my arm that her heart was still racing. "You try and spoil me a lot..."

Spoiling her was the only way I knew how to deal with her. The guys were right, she was totally out of my league. I was just a normal guy with a shit job, a bit of a gut and willingness to get fucked by a girl. She was gorgeous and amazing. If I didn't do everything to indulge her, keep her happy, she'd run off with someone else. I thank God that she hasn't found someone with a lot of money yet.

She shifted, turning her head more into the pillow than looking at me. Bashful was not a normal Amelia. "I worry sometimes." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she took her time trying to find the right words. "I worry about you."

Given the tone, timing and tempo of her speaking right now, this was a serious pillow talk. This was no coy flirting. Nor was it an angry serious talk, which usually involved her waiting for me to come home, a vein pulsing on her forehead and foot tapping while she waited by the door.

"You spoil me so much. I think of other girls that are..." Her trailing off was telling "it makes think if I'm...worthy of it..."

"Am I too good for you?" I said, breaking her monologue.

She said nothing, but squirmed a little in her spot.

Though Amelia isn't really interested in getting fucked like a normal girl, she's not much different from a normal girl otherwise. In the bedroom though, she has to put a man through something as humiliating as getting fucked to really enjoy herself. Maybe she thinks that's something no man would want. Maybe she thinks because she's not like other girls because she's got something extra means she's not as good as them. Since I sucked her off so willingly, and turned down the opportunity to fuck her, maybe she thinks I'm doing unpleasant things for her.

I don't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation. "We're both too good for the other." I slid one arm under the pillow her face was on, and tried to nudge her from hiding in it. I wanted her to look at me for this. "The 'Fuzzy Bear' wasn't the reason the guys were making fun of me, it was because they thought you were too good for me. I suppose I believed it a little deep down." I turned to her, who didn't have her head buried in the pillow. "Do you like it when I spoil you?"

"Yeah." Amelia choked up a little, having sobbed a little in the pillow.

"I like spoiling you." I turned on my side, facing her.

"You're too good for me." She repeated her concern, although she didn't sound as concerned about it.

"And you're too good for me." I repeated my own concern. "I suppose the only reason we stay together is because we don't want to let go of the prize we stumbled upon."

We laughed.