धोबन आंटी पार्ट 2 - आंटी की बेटी

 पहले भाग पे आपने पढ़ा कि कैसे मेरी धोबन आंटी ने मुझे चोद के 'हरा' कर दिया ( हरा करना क्या होता है , आपलोगो को पता ही होगा )।

इस भाग में मै आपको आगे की कहानी बताता हूं , उस दिन हम दोनो की चुदाई आंटी की छोटी वाली लड़की ने देख ली थी जिसका की हमे पता ही नहीं चला ।

आंटी की छोटी लड़की जिसका की नाम सारा था मेरी हमउम्र ही थी या कहो कि मुझसे छोटी थी पर हाइट मेरे बराबर ही थी पांच फुट , वो अपनी अम्मी के साथ हमारे घर आया करती थी और बचपन मै तो हम साथ साथ खेलते भी थे पर हमारी ज्यादा दोस्ती नहीं हुई थी , वो हमेशा मुझे चिढाती थी किसी ना किसी बात पे , इसीलिए मै बाद में उससे बचने लगा था पर अब तो उसकी लॉटरी लग गई हो जैसे ।

अगले दिन वो कुछ कपड़े देने के बहाने घर पे आई और कपड़े देके मम्मी से पूछा मै कहा हूं , मम्मी ने बताया कि मै अपने कमरे में हूं तो वो सीधा मेरे कमरे में आगई और आते ही मेरे कमरे का दरवाजा अंदर से बंद कर दिया । मैंने पूछा सारा तुम यह कैसे ? और ये कमरे का दरवाजा बंद क्यों किया ? 

" कुछ नहीं बस ऐसे ही तुम से बात करनी थी " वो बोली और फिर धीरे से मेरे पास आके बैठ गई पलंग पे । मै थोड़ा घबराने लगा , वो कहते है ना 'चोर की दाढ़ी में तिनका , कल आंटी के साथ हुए कांड के बाद मै थोड़ा घबराया हुआ तो था ही , उसको इस तरह कमरे में आके दरवाजा बंद करते हुए देख के और घबरा गया ।

" बोलो क्या काम है ?"मैंने पूछा ।

" मैंने कल तुमको और अम्मी को देखा था एक साथ , अम्मी तुम्हारी चुदाई कर रही थी और तुम किसी रण्डी की तरह चिल्ला रहे थे " वो मुस्कुराते हुए बोली तो मेरी तो फिर से गांड़ फट गई ।

" डरो मत , मै किसी से कुछ नहीं बोलूंगी " 

फिर क्यों आईं हो ? क्या काम है ? 

मेरी भी अम्मी वाली ही प्रॉब्लम है !

क्या ! , मैंने चोकते हुए पूछा , " पर आंटी तो बता रही थी कि सिर्फ यास्मीन के ही लंड है , तुम्हारे बारे में तो कुछ नहीं बोला उन्होंने ।

शायद भूल गई होंगी , वैसे भी उनको तुम्हे चोदने की जल्दी जो पड़ी थी " उसने मुस्कुराते हुए कहा ।

तो तुम भी मुझे चोदना चाहती हो ? 

नहीं मैंने इतना तो नहीं सोचा , आखिर तुम हमारे अब्बा , मतलब , अम्मी , मतलब पता नहीं पर तुम अम्मी को पसंद हो , मै या यास्मीन ये सब कैसे सोच सकते है 

" फिर क्या काम है ? " मैंने थोड़ा रिलेक्स होते हुए पूछा ।

" मेरा मुंह मै ले लो , प्लीज" उसने एक सांस में कहा ।

मै फिर चौक गया ।

तुम चाहती हो मै तुम्हे ब्लोजॉब दू ? 

ये ब्लोजॉब क्या होता है मुझे पता नहीं पर जब भी तुम्हे देखती थी तो तुम्हारे मुंह में अपना लन्ड घुसाने की सोचती थी और इसी कल्पना मै मुठ मारती हूं , मैंने कल से पहले कभी सपने में भी नहीं सोचा था कि ये संभव है पर कल की बाद मेरी कल्पनाओं को पर लग गए हो जैसे , लौड़ा बैठ ही नहीं रहा ये देखो , बांध के रखा हुआ है कमर से । इतना कह के उसने अपनी सलवार ऊपर की तो वहा मुझे एक बड़ा सा उभार नजर आया जो उसकी सलवार ढका हुआ था ।

बाल उसके भी कम नहीं थे , अपनी मां पर गई थी पर कम थे , पर लौड़ा काफी बड़ा ही लग रहा था ।

" प्लीज , चूस लो ना एक बार ! " 

ठीक है पर तुम किसी को नहीं बताओगी , खासकर तुम्हारी अम्मी को ।

" हा मै किसी को नहीं बताउंगी" इतना कह के वो मेरे पास आ गई और अपनी सलवार का नाड़ा खोलने लगी , सलवार नीचे गिरते ही मैंने देखा उसने मर्दाना चड्डी पहन रखी थी और उसपे चुन्नी कस के बंधी थी 

" ये मर्दाना चड्डी क्यों पहन रखी है ?"

" तो तुम्हे क्या लगता है , वो छोटी सी लड़कियों वाली चड्डी मै ये लौड़ा और टट्टे आएंगे क्या , उस चड्डी मै तो मेरे टट्टे भी नहीं आते , रुको दिखाती हूं " इतना कह के उसने चुन्नी खोली और उसकी मर्दाना चड्डी मै आगे एक तम्बू बन गया ।

कितना बड़ा होगा इसका मै ये सोचने लग गया , कहीं अपनी मां से भी बड़ा हुआ तो ? 

मै सोच ही रही थी कि उसने अपनी चड्डी भी उतार दी और लंड का सुपाड़ा मेरे मुंह के पास ले आयी।

" है भगवान " मैंने कहा 

क्या हुआ ?

तुम्हारा बहुत बड़ा है 

तुमसे भी ?

जैसे कि कल तुमने देखा ही नहीं 

नहीं देखा , जब मैंने देखा , तुम अम्मी के नीचे दबे पड़े थे और जब तक मैंने देखा तुम वहीं दबे पड़े थे और चिल्ला रहे थे , मैंने सोचा तुम्हे बचाऊ फिर मैंने देखा तुमने अपने पैर अम्मी की कमर पे लपेट रखे थे , मै समझ गई तुम खुशी से चिल्ला रहे हो , वैसे भी मैंने कई बार देखा है तुम अम्मी की मूछों को घूर ते रहते हो तो मै समझ गई थी कि तुम अम्मी को पसंद करते हो और आज तुम दोनो को मौका मिला है सो मैंने डिस्टर्ब करना ठीक नहीं समझा ।

ओह , ये बात है , है ये सच है कि मै तुम्हारी अम्मी को बहुत पसंद करता हूं और वो जब मुझे चोद रही थी तो मुझे बड़ा मजा आ रहा था , पर जब वो बहुत ज्यादा ज़ोर से चोदने लगी तो मुझे सच मे दर्द हो रहा था , मैंने तुम्हारी अम्मी की कांख के बाल भी खीचे पर उन्हे ज्यादा असर नहीं हुआ । तुम्हे बचाना चाहीए था ।

" अच्छा , सच मे , मतलब तुम अम्मी से नहीं चुदवाओ गे आगे से ? " वो थोड़ी खुश होती हुई बोली ।

" हा हा हा , नहीं ये बात नहीं है , पहली बार सबको दर्द होता है मैंने अब दिल से उनको अपना पति मान लिया है " 

" ही ही ही , अम्मी को और पति ?" 

लौड़ा देखा है तुमने अम्मी का अपनी ?

हा देखा है , बड़ा है पर वो भी तो बड़ी है उस हिसाब से मेरा भी बड़ा ही हुआ , ये देखो उसने हाथ से मापते हुए कहा " एक फुट " और मै हू अभी 15 साल की , अम्मी की उम्र तक आते आते तो आराम से 2 फुट का हो जाएगा ! बोलो मुझे से करोगे शादी ? , मै तो तुम्हे पत्नी भी नहीं बनाऊंगी , पति बनाऊंगी "

और चोदोगी नहीं ? 

"कभी तुम चोद लेना , कभी मै चोद लूंगी "

मै मन ही मुस्कुराने लगा , सोचा जब ये मेरा देखेगी तो क्या सोचेगी और मुझे तो सिर्फ चुदवाने मै ही मजा आता है पर कुछ बोला नहीं और खड़ा होके अपनी पैंट उतारने लगा ।

" क्या हुआ अभी चोदोगे , चूसोगे नहीं मेरा ? " 

उसने सोचा कि मै उसे चोदने के ऑफर को सीरियस ले रहा हूं 

जब मैंने अपनी पैंट उतारी तो , मै लड़कियों वाली पेंटी मै था , उसने पैंटी को देखा तो बोली " तुम लड़कियों वाली पेंटी क्यों पहने हो ?" 

"तुम्हारी वाली ही प्रॉब्लम है , मेरा छोटा है और लडको की चड्डी में हिलता ही रहता है , ये देखो "  इतना कह के मैंने चड्डी उतार दी , मेरा लन्ड उस वक्त मुरझाया हुआ 2 इंच का हो रखा था , मेरे झांटे भी नहीं थी ।

वो पूरी तरह से आवाक रह गई । अपने तन्नाए हुए 12 इंच के लौड़े के साथ वो मेरी तरफ बढ़ी और अपने लन्ड का सुपाड़ा मेरे लन्ड के ऊपर लाके रुक गई ।

" बस इतना सा ? ये तो किसी बच्चे का सा लग रहा है , मेरा तो 5 साल की उम्र में भी 4-5 इंच का तो था ही हिंदुओ का लन्ड इतना छोटा होता है क्या ? " वो मजाक नहीं उड़ा रही थी बल्कि बहुत सोच में थी पर फिर धीरे धीरे अपने लन्ड को मेरे लन्ड मै फिराने लगी , जैसे कोई लकड़ी से घास में कुछ ढूंढ रहा हो 

" ये क्या कर रही हो ? 

" बुरा ना मानो तो एक बात कहूं ? , अगर सिर्फ हर रोज मै ही चोदूं तो चलेगा ? वैसे भी मुझे सिर्फ चोदना ही पसंद है अम्मी की तरह , वो चुदवाने वाली बात तो मै इसलिए ख रही थी कि कोई भी लड़का बिना चोदे तो मानेगा नहीं , मैंने सोचा तुम अम्मी से चु द रहे हो तो चुद् वा भी लोगे , यही सोच के बोला था पर अब लगता है तुम चोद तो पाओगे नहीं , बल्कि अच्छा है मै या अम्मी जैसी लड़की तुम्हे मिल गई वरना तुम्हे लडको से काम चलाना पड़ता " और वो हंसने लगी 

मुझे गुस्सा आ गया " मुझे लड़के पसंद नहीं है , और मै लंड की वजह से तुम्हारी अम्मी को पसंद नहीं करता , वो तो उनके इतनी बड़ी बड़ी मूछें है इसलिए पसंद करता हूं मुझे तो कल से पहले पता भी नहीं था कि उनके लौड़ा है , वो भी इतना बड़ा" 

" पर मूछें पसंद करना भी लड़कीपन की निशानी है ना , और लौड़ा देख के तुम चूदे तो सही ना ? भागे तो नहीं " 

" हा नहीं भागा , है पसंद मुझे औरतों की मूछें पर सिर्फ औरतों की , तुम्हे इससे क्या ? " मै और गुस्सा होते हुए बोला 

" अच्छा बाबा गुस्सा मत होवो , I love you  , 

" तुम बकवास कर रही हो , नहीं चूसना मुझे तुम्हारा " 

अच्छा ठीक है , मै सब को बता दूंगी "

बता दो , ये भी बताना पड़ेगा कि तुम्हारी अम्मी के लौड़ा है "

इतना सुन के वो सोच पे ओड गई पर फिर मेरे दोनो हाथ पकड़ लिए और मुझे बिस्तर पे गिरा दिया और दोनों टांगे भी मेरी टांगो मै जकड़ ली फिर बोली " तुम सच कह रहे हो मै बता ती नहीं सकती पर तुम्हारा बलात्कार तो कर सकती हूं !"

" नहीं प्लीज , छोड़ दो मुझे , मै तुम्हारी अम्मी को बता दूंगा !"

" हा हा हा  , अम्मी को मै धमकी दे दूंगी , अब मुझे चोदने की ठरक लग गई है , तुम्हे पता नहीं मै किसी को ये बात नहीं बता सकती कि मेरे लौड़ा है और तो और शायद किसी को बता भी दू तो कोई भी अपने से बड़े लंड वाली लड़की को बर्दाश्त नहीं करेगा , और तो और मुझे सिर्फ चोदना पसंद है मर्द बनके , अब बताओ कहा मिलेगा मुझे ऐसा लड़का ? सिर्फ तुम ही हो , देखो वैसे तो मै तुमसे ज्यादा ताकतवर हूं और तुम्हारा बलात्कार कर सकती हूं पर मै प्यार करना चाहती हूं तुम्हे "

नहीं मै नहीं चुदवाउंगा , तुम्हारी अम्मी को धोखा नहीं दे सकता अब , "

" अच्छा एक दिन कि चुदवाने मै मंजनू बन गए , या कहूं किं लैला बन गए हो , देखो मान जाओ "

अच्छा चूस लूंगा 

ना अब चूसने से काम नहीं चलेगा , अब तो चोदूंगी  इतना कह के वो मुझे काबु करने लगी , हम दोनों मै जम के कुश्ती हुई पर मेरी सांसे फूलने लगी , उसने आखिर अपनी दोनो टांगे मेरी टांगो के बीच ऐसे फंसा दी की मेरा कमर के नीचे का हिस्सा जाम हो गया और उसका लन्ड मेरी गान्ड के छेद पे टिका हुआ था , दोनो हाथो से उसने मेरे हाथ पकड़ रखे थे ऊपर से भी ज्यादा हिल नहीं सकता था और ऊपर से हिलने का फायदा भी नहीं था , उसके जरा सा आगे झटका लगते ही उसका लन्ड मेरी गान्ड मे घुस जाना था ।

थोड़ी देर वो भी इसी पोजिशन में मेरी ऊपर पड़ी रही , उसकी भी सांसे फूल गई थी , फिर हमदोनो की पोजिशन देख के बोली  " बोलो , राजी राजी चुदोगे या घुसेड़ दू ? "

" छोड़ दे मुझे सारा तुझे तेरे बाप की कसम " 

" कोनसा बाप वो तो मर गया , नहीं मरा होता तो भी चुदने के काम ही आता " 

है भगवान कैसी लड़की जो तुम , अपने बाप के बारे में ऐसा बोलती हो ,"

उस अपनी गलती का अहसास हुआ " नहीं बोलती , पर तुमने मजबूर कर दिया , और इतना कह के उसने एक ही बार मै पूरा लंड अंदर पेल दिया और मेरे हाथ छोड़ के मुझसे लिपट गई , धीरे धीरे अन्दर लंड पेलने लगी और अब मेरी टांगे भी ढीली छोड़ दी , उसे पता था काम हो गया है , उसका लन्ड मेरी गान्ड मे घुस गया है , अब अगर मै ज्यादा हिलूंगा तो मुझे ही दर्द होगा ।

मै भी चुपचाप पड़ रहा और वो मुझसे लिपट के सिर्फ अपनी गांड़ हिला रही थी , उसको बहुत उत्तेजना थी शायद , वो सिर्फ पांच मिनिट मै झड़ गई और मेरे ऊपर लेटी रही । 

इन सब बातो मै मेरा लंड खड़ा हो गया था और उसकी चुदाई से झड़ गया था , उसे झडने के बाद अहसास हुआ

वो मेरे ऊपर से उठी और मेरे लन्ड को देखा । " ओह तो ये ऐसे खड़ा होता है और झड़ता है ! , मतलब अगर मै तुम्हे चोदूं तो हमदोनों को एक साथ मजा आ सकता है , फिर क्या प्रॉब्लम है तुम्हे ? , अच्छा तुम्हे लगता है मै तुम्हे डोमिनेट करूंगी , तो ठीक है तुम पहले चोद लेना मुझे ! "

" मै तुम्हारी मै को धोखा नहीं से सकता "

उसने एक करारा थप्पड़ मुझे रसीद किया और बोली 

" कब से देख रही हूं अम्मी की रट लगाए बैठे हो , कभी सोचा है , अम्मी तो हब्शी है , वो तुम्हे कभी चोदने नहीं देगी और हर रात वैसे ही तुम्हारा बलात्कार करेगी जैसे कल किया था , अल्लाह के लिए सोचो जरा , कितने मर्दाना बाल है उनकी बॉडी पे , एक दिन में एक ब्लेड ख़तम होजाती है जब वो शेविंग करती है"

मुझे पसंद है 

वो तुम्हे लड़की बनाके रखेगी , तुम्हे कभी भी दाढ़ी मूछ नहीं उगाने देगी , समाज में तुम सिर्फ बुर्का पहन के घुमोंगे , बहुत कट्टर मुसलमान है वो "

" मुझे कोई दिक्कत नहीं है , मेरे वैसे भी दाढ़ी मुछे नहीं आती है , कमसेकम तुम्हारी अम्मी के तो है "

" तुम पूरे लड़की नहीं हो , अभी देखा मैंने , तुम्हारा लन्ड खड़ा होता है और झडता भी है , मै तुम्हारी गर्लफ्रेंड बन के रहूंगी , सिर्फ रात को बॉयफ्रेंड बन जाऊंगी , तुम्हारी जिंदगी नॉर्मल ही रहेगी , मेरा फिगर देखा है 38-24-40 , बिल्कुल कमसिन लड़की की तरह , बाल भी सिर्फ झांटों के और कांख मै है लड़कियों के तरह , सोचो कभी तुम अम्मा के साथ बाहर जाओगे और अम्मा ने बुर्का उतारा या अपने पैरो को दिखा दिया पब्लिक में तो लोग क्या सोचेंगे कि ये लड़का या लड़की कितनी मर्दाना औरत के साथ है ?"

" मुझे दुनिया की परवाह नहीं है , वो जो चाहे सोचे ,"

पता नहीं फिर उसे क्या हुआ " उसने पूरी ताक़त से मुझे अपनी गोद में उठाया और मुझे फ्रेंच किस करने लगी , 2 मिनिट बाद मुझे नीचे उतरा और बोली " अम्मा लकी है जो उन्हे तुम मिल गए , काश मै भी इतनी लकी हो जाऊ कभी "

अब मै इमोशनल हो गया और उसे बोला " रहूंगा तो तुम्हारे घर में ही ना " इतना कह के मैंने उसे आंख मारी ।

Alpha woman Omega Man

It surprises Rajesh how long it takes for them talk about claiming bites. To talk seriously, that is, and not just for Rajesh to voice his continuing amazement, each time they have sex, that any bites Shanu presses to his skin, anywhere, do not break the skin. At first, her apparent reluctance almost annoys him, or at least embarrasses him, until he realises that she is giving him time to figure out his thoughts on the matter, not those of the surface world or the ones of Atlantis with which he is now being faced.

He appreciates it in the end. Because when he asks her to claim him, even in the midst of heated kisses, he knows that he means it, and can see in her eyes that she knows the same.

“Yes,” she breathes, and if he wasn’t already panting he would have been from the way that the desire in her eyes made his head spin.

Rajesh stretches up his neck, automatically, and though Shanu bends to press a kiss to his throat there is no hint of her teeth there. Instead, her fingers brush aside the fabric already askew on his right shoulder, dusting lightly over his skin.

“Here, though,” she says. “Or somewhere else that is usually hidden. Such things are private, after all.”

Atlantis is so strange sometimes. He might be gently teased for his glasses or the occasional word he still struggles to pronounce, or the way that he still blushes whenever his wife walks in the room and catches his eye in just the right way, but there has never been a word against him for being an omega. And for such an enclosed place – quite literally, the whole city was within a giant dome – there never seemed to be the oppressive stink of pheromones.

“Oh, yeah.” The reply stumbles from his lips. “You said that, didn’t you? That – ohhh…”

No language he has ever spoken lives up to the feeling of Shanu’s lips against his skin, the faint graze of her teeth that gives it an edge of promise. She lies on top of him among their blankets and scattered cushions, but her weight does not feel as if it is pinning him. It never has. Instead he feels hyper-aware of every breath rocking them together, of her hips against his and the taut, strong planes of her muscles as they shift against him. Her hair brushes cool against his skin, and he would swear that he can feel some of the gold beads there, but it is hard to focus on anything else than the movements of her tongue, tracing shapes and alternating firm and teasing.

“It’s really hard to think when you do that,” he says.

Shanu laughs, the sound a burr against his skin that runs straight to his core, and he hitches his breath. “Here?” she says, breaking the contact of her mouth for just long enough for him to think.

He tries to think where else she could mean that would be reliably hidden by the clothes he wears. The thought of Shanu’s teeth against his ass or thighs makes his face positively burn, his cock twitch and slick quicken on his skin all at once, and he swallows. “There,” he says aloud.

For a moment, Shanu shifts her body up, pressure all along him as she reaches to kiss him on the mouth again. For all that he can feel the heat of the body, the shifts of her hips, and see the desire in her eyes, her lips are tender against his and her touch lingers.

“I love you,” he blurts out. It always comes out when he doesn’t mean it to, and whenever he plans to say it, he finds himself tongue-tied.

Of course, Shanu realised that long ago, and her smile is warm and affectionate. “Gim mohtem hipesemik,” she purrs.

Then her head bows to his shoulder, and Rajesh lets his own head fall back among the cushions, eyes falling closed before he even feels the touch of her teeth to his skin. A pause, and he wonders if Shanu feels as nervous as he does; he can smell fear, faintly, but is fairly sure that is his own. Being in Atlantis, where they have their own ways of dealing with heats and ruts, has certainly done wonders for his sense of smell. Shanu pushes back her hair, kisses his collarbone one last time – almost chastely – and runs one fingertip along his trapezius.

That was one word he never had thought to ask for in Atlantean.

He barely has time for the odd thought to strike him before her teeth are sinking into his skin. A hiss of pain escapes his lips, because he isn’t high on heat and climax, and even if the teeth of alphas have evolved to be sharper for this very purpose, there’s only so sharp they can get. A fast pinch, then a deep burning pain, and his body tenses against Shanu’s but now her weight put him under control, and his arms wrap around her broad back, fingers touching so tightly that he has the distant thought that he will leave bruises.

But the endorphins flood after it, the pleasure. He has always been dubious, wondered how it could feel good to have teeth slicing through skin and muscle, but it is Shanu, it is his wife, and it is like he is breathing her into him. Like her warmth is sliding under his skin, igniting into pleasure in his veins. He can feel the way that his erection is pressing against her, and it might have been embarrassing were it not for the way that she shifts, just her weight against his, and the slightest movement of her mouth makes fireworks go off behind his eyes.

Hot pleasure pulses through him, and he makes a choking sound. His hips buck, and it takes him a few seconds to realise, in astonishment, that he has climaxed still fully-clothed beneath her, from just the bite sinking into him. The knowledge that he is hers, and she is his, and the way that his body thrums with rightness at the feeling of being close to her.

By all rights, it should make it more embarrassing, not less, but his body knows that this is right. His mind just had to untangle a few things about the how and why.

Dazed and breathless, he can only really notice that his glasses are wonky and that his view of the ceiling was slightly blurred. His still-sensitive cock twitches against Shanu’s hip, and he considers adjusting himself but cannot even complete the thought before Shanu is carefully withdrawing her teeth and pulling away, looking at his shoulder with careful eyes and wiping her mouth clean. He cannot even see any blood there.

For a moment, he wonders if she will ask him some question or other about it, but then their eyes meet and he can see that she knows, that the love which must be glowing in his eyes speaks even more strongly than the reactions of his body. He sits up after her to kiss her again, yearning for her small hairs on her upper lips, and one of her hands slides into his hair as she kisses him back breathlessly. Her breasts press against him, and one thing which he had not really anticipated about Atlantis was how much skin there is, how even fully-clothed can mean expanses of bare skin to press together. Most of the time, he has become used to it, aware of its practicality in the heat and in a world where sunburn is impossible, but in moments like this it can still feel almost overwhelming.

“Shanu,” he breathes against her mouth, between and through their kisses. Her tongue brushes his lips, and his head rushes. Their bodies seem to fit together without thought, her thighs tightening on his hips, and she pulls him into her lap completely. Heat pools between their bodies, and they press together as if trying to reach beneath each other’s skin. Perhaps they are. He can barely think, but he knows that as his head whirls like this he would willingly subsume himself into Shanu.

She tips her weight, and with a yelp Rajesh is pulled over with her, both of them tumbling down. Spitting out her hair, Rajesh tries to look stern at her laughter, but it is utterly impossible and he gives up within a few seconds. Shanu squeezes her arms around him, then relaxes her hold, having successfully put him on bed oh his back completely.

“Wrestling is cheating,” he says. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, which are threatening to slide off his face.

Shanu just smirks, unrepentant. “I have tried to teach you to wrestle,” she says.

And it has never managed to turn into a lesson, always devolving into fondling or into sex. Not that Rajesh is complaining, but they both know why such lessons only take place in their private chambers. He settles for huffing, unimpressed, before his smile overwhelms him again at the warmth in her eyes.

“Here,” she says. Reaching down and between them, she undoes her skirt, and Rajesh stammers something that does not quite manage to be words. Shanu’s frankness never has ceased to take him by surprise, but this would be quite something even for her. She unwraps her skirt, lets it fall carelessly open, and hitches down one side of her briefs beneath. “It would be the best place.”

He can see the line of her hip beneath her skin, the faint taut V of muscle and the line of bone. He yearns to rub his cheek to her skin, anywhere, anywhere at all, and feels the stirring of his erection again.

“Rajesh?”

“Hmm?” it takes effort to drag his attention back to her eyes. “Here. Where? What?”

“I know it is not the shoulder, but my shoulders are usually visible,” Shanu says. He’s still not quite sure what she means, distracted by thoughts of how she tastes. “Here is… usually acceptable, for a bite. If you would not prefer elsewhere.”

“Bite?” he frowns. “Bite – bite you? Who would be biting you?”

She props herself up on her elbows, looking at him as if he is quite mad for a moment, and then smiles that same easy smile. “You, Rajesh,” she says. “The bond is equal, and not possession, remember?”

If he were not already flushed, he would have blushed even brighter when she offered him the words all over again. He has lost track of how many times she has said that, in Atlantis, alphas and omegas were considered to have equal influence over each other. Not as Rajesh had always been told, that one day he would need to find an alpha to take care – by which everyone meant control – of him. In Atlantis, they were complementary.

“I never thought…” he says softly.

Her smile softened. “You do not have to, if you do not want to.”

But god, he does want to, something primal stirring in him. Something older than Atlantis stirs in his chest, and he thinks of what it would be like to know that his mark is on Shanu’s skin, that everywhere she goes she carries part of him with her. He isn’t sure what to make of that desire, has not had the time to think it through as he has accepting a bite himself. Even after all this time, their communication might need some work.

There has not been a lot in Rajesh’s life that he has done impulsively. For so many years, he has been used to planning things in advance, thinking them through and probably over-thinking them along the way. For once, he makes a design.

“I do,” he says.

Shanu kisses him again, bright and joyful and with an edge of laughter on her lips as she straightens his glasses for him even when pulling away. She lies back, and it is only as Rajesh settles between her legs that he realises just how this would look, and certainly does blush brighter for it. He can feel the heat of his cheeks, so strong that Shanu is probably aware of it on her thigh as well, but concentrates on how it feels to press a kiss to her skin.

It is still strange, trying to pluck up the courage to bite. Shanu’s fingers trace through his hair, her other hand still in his view beside her hip, and he kisses the beautiful smooth line of her skin. She tastes so clean, no chemicals, no sooty air, no perfumes. And that is magical as well.

Closing his eyes, Rajesh kisses her skin again, slower this time and more lingering, letting his tongue trace over her body hairs. Her legs shift beneath him, as if she is trying to find somewhere comfortable, and he can feel the slight quickening of her breath as he tests with his teeth. It’s harder than he expected to even get the skin to give.

He almost asks her if she is sure, but he recognised the feeling when she kissed him that one more time. Gratitude. Sometimes he has wondered how it must feel, after that long alone, to finally have a mate. Thirty-three seemed old enough.

“Okay,” he breathes, largely to himself, and draws back the inches enough to take one more look at the skin of her hip. He knows where her clothes usually sit, where would be best to set his teeth, but even so feels another jolt of nervousness at the thought.

His own shoulder still throbs, tight and hot and uncomfortably pleasurable in a way that he isn’t wholly sure what to feel about. Shanu bit fast and sure, and he supposes that is the best way, after all. One fierce crash of pain, and the body rushing with pleasure in its wake.

With one final, nervous lick of his lips, he darts in, and bites down.

Definitely harder than he would have thought. For an instant, he can feel that his teeth are not even breaking the skin, and when they do Shanu grunts beneath him, her hand tightening in her hair. But then her grunt turns to gasps, ragged on the air, and he feels the heat of her body and the pounding of her pulse in her thigh.

He isn’t sure how long he’s supposed to keep hold, but it probably doesn’t matter really. He waits until Shanu’s breathing seems to have slowed again, her fingers relaxing, and then carefully draws away. There’s less of a taste of blood than he expected, as well. Perhaps that’s a pheromones thing, making them bleed less. He isn’t sure whether he’s read that somewhere. He is just wondered whether it would have been a good idea for them to bring water to swill out their mouths with when Shanu pulls him to her again, chest-to-chest, and kisses him crushingly hard.

She smells so good. He should probably have more evocative words, but he has never been able to come up with them, beyond perhaps perfect. Every breath that he takes of her makes his body feel more soothed, more whole, and when she kisses him agressively and runs her hands over his smooth skin it ignites something in the centre of his chest that he had never expected to feel.

“Thank you,” Shanu breathes against him, so soft that at first he thinks that he has imagined the words. But, to his astonishment, they are truly there. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t know what to say, and kisses her instead, keeping their mouths all but constantly together. Hands fumble at his clothes, and without hesitation he starts peeling them away, both of them plucking at their own and each other’s clothes and tossing them aside thoughtlessly. It is only them who are going to have to tidy them up again, after all. He cups Shanu’s breasts, feeling her hard nipples against his palms, and in return she divests him of his clothes in easy, elegant movements.

When her hands find his underwear, she laughs, bright and unrestrained against him. “You still wear them,” she says.

Rajesh mutters something to the tune that she manages to be surprised every time that he wears them, which is still more days than not. Sometimes he plucks up the courage to wear the considerably smaller Atlantean style of underwear, little more than a wrap around his crotch, but it still feels strange compared to the handful of pairs of underwear he had bought down from the surface with him. They have been worn and washed so often that they have grown soft and thin, but they are still his.

Shanu nips at his lip. “Maybe I should try them on someday.”

Another indignant sound leaves him, but he cannot even make words, not when she has slid one hand inside his underwear to stroke along the length of his cock. His hips rock into her hand without conscious thought, and he can feel the slick at the top of his thighs. He wants her, not just some animal need, and if he is honest then it has felt amazing every time he has chosen to give in to the rush of desire that Shanu draws from him.

“But for now, maybe we should try them off,” she breathes.

Nodding, and almost dislodging his glasses, Rajesh pushes his underwear down and almost crawls out of them, still trying to press kisses to Shanu’s lips. He isn’t sure whether kisses are supposed to feel so sweet as this, whether they are supposed to feel hotter than skin and make his head whirl and blood pound. Maybe it’s a mate thing. Maybe it’s a Shanu thing. “And yours,” he thinks to breathe as well, hooking his fingers into her briefs.

With a laugh, Shanu lies back, raising her hips and allowing Rajesh to more easily peel her clothes away. He presses a kiss to her knee in passing, running a hand over her other thigh, until Shanu’s firm hand comes to cup his jaw and turn him to face her.

“I want you,” he breathes, the words almost lost against her hand.

Her thumb traces his lips. “I want to see you,” she says in reply.

Rajesh knows immediately what she means, but still feels his cheeks grow hot. Their sex had not been adventurous; at least, he did not think it was, although it was not as if he had a great range of experience to refer to. They had experimented in having sex as betas did, and found it pleasurable, but not as much so as each other’s mouths or hands, and nothing compared to her big cock within him. For that, at least a part of him understands the way that people always spoke with such fascination about sex. But they stick to the same positions, and Shanu would kiss Rajesh’s shoulders and wrap her hands around his hips as she moulded her body to his.

Bending down, he kisses her again, knowing that he will lose his nerve if he has to look her in the eye as he does this. Again, it is the difference of Atlantis to be so frank; he knows that Shanu will even be less blunt around him, sometimes. But on the surface, he has only been used to either prim refusals to speak of sex, or the bawdy bantering of male alphas and betas. He had the impression that there was similar camaraderie, at least, among women, but omega males were not really part of that circle. Sometimes, he does not even know the words in English for what he wants to say, let alone Atlantean.

As their lips meet, Shanu moans softly, her hands coming up to trace his chest. As he gets used to the physical life of Atlantis, he is slowly developing his muscles there, something which has both surprised and amused him. Astride her hips, he slips one hand down beneath them, ignoring his own twitching erection and following the muscles of Shanu’s stomach down to her groin.

He had not quite known what to expect, the first time that they had made love with slow intent rather than that rushing, tumbling need for each other. Now, though, his fingers know their path, parting her to feel the wetness beneath. Shanu rolls her fingers over his nipple, tongue tracing his lips, as his fingers slip lower until his fingers almost brush at her entrance, and he can feel the nudging of her cock just starting to extend. He cups the head, and Shanu gasps; he learnt quickly how much more sensitive she is, her 12" of super thick cock usually protected inside her.

“Rajesh,” she breathes.

He loves the way that his name sounds on her tongue, always has, and kisses it from her lips as she rocks against him. Already he feels so wet, and his legs start to shake as the smell of her arousal overwhelms him, her cock coming to rest in his hand. His fingers are wet from her entrance, and he uses that to stroke along her length, making her moan and shudder beneath him. It’s still such a strange feeling to know that he has this control over her, this power almost, and when he feels it, he always understands a little what Shanu means when she talks about alphas and omegas being equally powerful over each other.

Shanu’s eyes flutter closed, and Rajesh draws back just far enough that he can see her, her lips flushed and shining, her breath heaving. He strokes gently along the length of her shaft, down to brush his fingers very lightly over her knot but not giving her the pressure that he knows she needs, and her gasp sends a shiver down him.

Guiding her, he brings them together, and almost lets out a sob when she first starts to enter him. It always feels so right, the pleasure sexual and more, and Shanu cries out his name as he starts to sink down onto big monster cock. Her hand goes to his hip, thumb pressing against his hipbone uncomfortably, but then her eyes open and she smiles. And oh, but that smile could melt away the world for him.

He sinks down onto her, slowly, for all that he is so slick that it makes it as easy as breathing. His thighs tremble as he feels her stretch him out, filling his body as her smile fills his heart. The pressure of her fingers lessens, until she is more cradling his hips, thighs tense as she resists sinking deep into him. He has come to know that tension well.

“You are so impossible,” she says, softly, her eyes not leaving his as sinks down almost to the point of her knot. “My impossible, beautiful feminine husband.”

Her hand drifts down his stomach, and before he can realise what she intends, her hand wraps around his comparable small 5" cock and he gasps at the contact. It always feels so much more sensitive when she is already inside him. He catches himself with his hands, legs feeling weak for a moment, and Shanu squeezes his hip with one hand as the fingers of the other trail along his cock.

“You’re… impossible, always like to feel how small is my cock compare to you” he says, unable to manage anything more as she rubs her thumb over the head of his cock and his ability to think is shattered. Shanu laughs, low and rumbling and beautiful, and Rajesh would probably laugh along were it not for the way that it made her cock shift in him, like juddering bolts of pleasure.

Instead he lower himself and kisses her again, moving in slow and shallow thrusts against her, breathing in the scent of their mingled arousal. Shanu’s teeth scrape his lips, and he shivers, even as her touch grows firmer on his cock. Her hips lift to thrust deeper into him, until he feels the beginning of her knot against his entrance. But no, he decides, not yet; though knotting like this might theoretically make for a better way to talk, in practice neither of them is particularly coherent.

Her hand pumps at his cock still, and he shudders, already feeling the building rush of climax again. “Shanu,” he breathes against her. “You’ll make – ah! – more mess–”

She keeps her hand on his head and runs her tongue along the line of his jaw, until her nose nudges his hairline and her lips meet his ear. Waves of her scent roll over him, rich and strong as the earth and as clear as the light of the crystal. She is Atlantis, and he should only ever have expected that. Nuzzling into her hair, he feels his mind fill with fuzz, and his hips twitch awkwardly as he attempts to thrust into her hand.

“We always make a mess,” she says, right against his ear, voice warm with amusement. She grinds against him, tilting her hips to deepen the angle, and as pleasure makes him tremble and stars fill his eyes she pumps more insistently at his cock.

He tries to respond, but it comes out a gasp, and before he knows it he comes across her hand, her stomach, hot white bursts behind his eyes. His hands clench in the sheets, and he moans Shanu’s name as the climax crashes through him.

Shanu all but purrs in his ear, a sound that should not be so arousing and primal both at once. She nuzzles the sensitive spot just below his ear, then as the clouds in his head are still clearing draws back, and uses her hands on his hips to guide them apart.

He can feel the twitching of her cock against his thighs, understands the unspoken desperation in her touch. The loss of her within him is an ache, but he knows what she intends. He tries to linger in a kiss for as long as possible, craning his neck even if it makes the bite to his shoulder sting. Perhaps especially as it makes it sting, the reminder of her touch running all down him.

Their bodies seem to slide over each other, trying to cling together, to make contact for as long as possible. When Shanu breaks the kiss, she mouths at his neck and shoulders instead, and Rajesh gives a choked cry as her lips run over the tender mark of her bite. Her cock brushes against the back of his thigh; he has not been less than half hard, and as they tumble to the sheets again Shanu falls behind him, both of them on their sides on spooning position in which the wife is spooning her smaller husband, and guides her giant dick in his ass again.

“Shanu,” he cry . This time, she enters him in one thrust, all the way until he can feel the pressure of her knot against him. She had explained – with the same frankness that she approached all sexual matters – that her own inexperience made her fast to tie her knot; he has never cared. Now, all that he wants is to feel her inside him, and he catches one of her hands with his and draws it round to kiss her knuckles. “Please. Please.”

Already inside him, she does not need her hand to guide her, and he sucks kisses against her skin as she thrusts, slow and grinding movements that make him hard again. Sweat, slick and semen are already mixed together on his skin; afterwards, he knows, they will bathe, languid, and laugh. But each shallow thrust stretches him out further around her knot, and she pants in his ear as her fingers tighten around his, until finally he feels her slip wholly into him.

There is always a moment when it feels like it is almost too much, the first moment as Shanu fills him completely and even before her knot begins to swell. Then she shifts, settles her hips, and the fullness ignites to pleasure in his bones. Shanu growls against the base of his neck, for a moment wholly manly voice, and Rajesh presses his lips to her hand and whispers her name over and over as he feels her knot swelling inside him. Her thighs shift against his as she rocks her hips, settling into place, and then with a moan he feels her climax.

Heat washes within him, a dull awareness of her seed that had felt so strange the first time he had experienced it, her cock throbbing and hot inside him and her knot tightening. She kisses the back of his neck, formless and wet, and rocks her hips just slightly. Every movement makes him gasp, feeling flushed and sensitive and overwhelmingly content as she wraps her body around him again.

Her fingers relax in his, and slide up to stroke the pendant at his neck, the only thing beside his glasses that he is still wearing. It always remains cool, no matter how long it rests against his skin, and more than once before they have managed to tangle their pendants together and interrupt a passionate embrace with knocked heads and laughter.

“Rajesh,” Shanu murmurs, against his shoulder. He makes a vague sound for a reply, already feeling himself grow heavy with relief and satiation. “You know, you could practice your Ivrit, as we are here.”

“That’s,” he starts laughing, tries to nudge her with his elbow, but only succeeds in squirming against her and gasping at the way it sends late shivers through him. “Don’t be mean.”

Mouth pressed against his neck, she laughs again, and Rajesh tries to frown over his shoulder at her but ends up sniggering as well, until the jostling becomes too much, too tender, and he swats at her hand. She complies, murmuring wordlessly and tugging down a cushion to better support their heads. He can feel her fingers toying with his hair.

“Tell me about Atlantis,” she says, more softly.

“You know it better than I.”

“Perhaps.” Her fingertips brush his scalp, soothing, and her free hand moves to the centre of his chest, right over his heart. “But you see it through new eyes. You see a wonder, where I see streets that I have walked for so long the almost…” she trails off, and for a moment her fingers still, then she sighs against his skin. “Not now,” she adds, quietly, and he reaches back to gently rub her hip. Her thoughts on her own Kingdom are conflicted; that is the one thing that he still struggles to imagine. “You see it in new ways. As beautiful.”

“It is,” he said, making the words sound like a promise. He twisted as far as he could, and she propped herself up on one elbow to brush a kiss across his lips. “It always has been.”

And he suspects Shanu knows that, for that moment, it is not just the city about which he speaks.

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.

My Arabic Girlfriend

When I look back, I never would have thought I'd live this way. Never in a million years could I even imagine it. I was a normal Asian guy that dabbled in a little kink with my relationships. Every girl I had ever dated seemed to be naturally submissive. It suited me just fine to play the role of the dominant partner, but it never felt completely natural. However, being the submissive seemed completely out of the question. I could never imagine submitting to a woman, except maybe a Arabic woman. No one else seemed to have that assertive personality.

I had been single for a few months and mindlessly scrolled through all the pictures and profiles on my favorite dating app when a notification popped up. 'Mariam_W likes you' I read at the bottom of my screen. Every time this happened, I inevitably wonder 'Does it make me look desperate to look at their profile right away?' I usually manage to hold out for 30 seconds.

I was immediately struck by Mariam_W's pretty face. I swiped right to view her pictures and saw a tall, beautiful, light-skinned Arabic woman. She had long, silky dark hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades; a bright, wide smile and an enthralling set of Brown eyes. Although most of her picture was wearing that black Burka dress, Typical for Arabian woman but In one of the pictures, she wore a tight, white t-shirt and blue jeans that accentuated some beautiful curves.

At this point, I inevitably wondered 'Does it make me look desperate if I send her a message now?' I rationalized that it would take a few minutes to read her profile and craft a proper message. I did the typical thing and wrote a message based on some common interests.

To my delight, I got a reply right away. The messages flew back and forth and we set a date to meet. I couldn't believe that it all happened so fast, so I went back to her profile to find the 'catch'. There had to be something wrong. Everything seemed normal, until I looked under her name and age at the top. 'Transgender' was listed where I normally assumed it would say 'Woman'.

Questions raced in my mind. This is very uncommon in my city and Transgender could mean a hundred things. I simply didn't know enough to judge. I have never canceled a date in my life. I knew how irritating it was when women flaked out on me, so my word was my bond. Part of me also felt lonely and wanted some simple companionship. After a long debate in my mind, I decided to go on with the date.

...

My heart was racing. I couldn't calm myself down as I waited for my date to arrive. I felt the same nervous dread in the pit of my stomach that I felt as a teenager going on my first few dates. It felt oddly exhilarating. I floated between exhilaration at doing something so completely taboo and questioning my own sanity.

There was no way that I could miss her as she approached. The woman was tall , beautiful, chubby and have a thick hairy uni-brow but looks very beautiful. Men passing her by didn't know whether or not to be intimidated or turned on. She wore a tight green dress that matched her uncommon eyes. The heels she wore pushed her already considerable height to 5'10''. My eyes couldn't leave her bouncing 44 E-cups as she moved towards me. I could see other guys turning around to check out her equally impressive ass.

"Hi there, you must be Habibula." She smiled and gave me an online dating, first meeting hug, except she hugged me with surprising strength and my face happened to be at eyelevel with her tits. She didn't seem to mind practically motor boating me right out the gate "It's so good to meet you."

"Likewise, you look incredible tonight." I complimented. I looked over ever part of her and could see nothing, but a beautiful amazon. We took a walk to the restaurant and for the first time in my life, felt the envious stares of others. Wherever we walked, I seemed to get the same 'she's out of your league' look from people.

I had to look up to make small talk. At 5'4'', I never expected to have to be the one to crane my neck up. I opened the door and pulled her chair out for her at the restaurant.

"Such a gentleman." Mariam smiled.

It was hard focusing on the menu with such a beautiful sight across the table. I was so busy sneaking glances that the waiter showed up.

"Ready to order?" She asked me expectantly.

My words caught in my throat and Mariam piped up "I'll have the NY steak medium rare with the mashed potatoes and he'll have the chicken salad with Italian dressing; house wine, 2 glasses." She handed the menus to the waiter and looked me in the eyes, while trying to suppress a mischievous grin "You snooze you lose, sweetie."

I couldn't help but laugh at the bold move "Wow, OK. You got me pretty good, Ms. Decisive."

"It's just my nature. If I want something, I go for it." She explained. Conversation flowed pretty smoothly during dinner. She took pity and cut off a portion of steak for me. We were having a good time and I practically forgot about her 'special circumstance'. The bill came and I reached for it, but she snatched it, planted her card inside and shot it right back towards the waiter. "I ordered for you, gotta pay too." She laughed.

We took a walk and I felt her hand slip to the small of my back. She led me to a lit pier with a superb view of the ocean, passing ships and the night skyline of a far off city. "I have to say, this turned out to be an almost perfect evening out." I remarked.

"Almost perfect? What went wrong? Or is it because you're with a girl like me?" Mariam looked like she was used to experiencing this kind of treatment. No matter how incredible she became, she'd always be judged as an 'other'.

"I honestly didn't mean it like that. I've never been out with... a girl like you before. You're perfect." I said, while somewhat worrying that I was leading her on.

Mariam hooked her finger under my chin and looked me deep in the eyes. I admired her beautiful eye color as she leaned in. She used her fingers to pull my chin closer. I closed my eyes and allowed her to kiss me for the first time.

All thoughts left me as I simply enjoyed her soft lips. I had kissed plenty of girls before, but this felt just like the first time. My heart raced and I felt like her hairy face. As fast as it started, she broke away and I just wanted more.

"That's enough for now. I need to get home. I had fun." She cooly turned to go to a nearby taxi.

The car sped away and I felt so confused 'Did I do something wrong?', 'Was it a bad kiss?' I wondered. My feelings were conflicted. On the one hand, I knew I shouldn't be feeling anything for... a girl like her. On the other hand, I was enraptured with her and just wanted to be around her again.

This back and forth played out in my mind for the next few days until I finally received a text from her.

"Hey cutie, sorry I've been busy at work. Maybe we can catch a drink?" The text read.

For days, I've been wondering if it was a good thing that I didn't hear back from her. However, I couldn't deny that I got incredibly excited hearing from her. I thought about it for a moment before responding "Sure, I'm free tomorrow night."

...

I showed up to the nice bar 5 minutes early and found that she was already there. I approached and gave Mariam an air kiss as best I could with the height difference. We sat and she pushed a bright green martini glass my way as she sipped on an old fashioned.

She flashed a smoldering smirk with a hint of mischief "You snooze, you get an appletini."

I held up the martini glass. I hated how feminine martini glasses made me feel, but I drank it all the same. The joke continued as Mariam was always quick to order for me. Three martini glasses later, she slammed a $100 bill on the bar before I could touch my wallet "My treat, sugar." She winked.

This time we made our way to her apartment "Would you like to come up for coffee?"

Normally, I'd be racing up the steps, but I hesitated. I wasn't sure how far I wanted things to go, but looking at the tall beauty broke through my demure attitude "OK, sure."

We went upstairs and I was impressed. Mariam said she worked in a law firm and obviously had all the money she needed. I waited patiently on her couch and she soon came over with 2 small cups. Our conversation continued and she slipped her arm over my shoulder. For some reason, I didn't feel it was my place to make a move. I blushed as she moved in closer. Her warm smile and beautiful eyes made me ready to receive her kiss. She pulled me in with her arm over my shoulder and moved in for the kiss. I got lost in the moment when her tongue slid in my mouth. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Her hands roamed over my back and torso and I eventually reciprocated.

Mariam pulled back and slid her shirt off. Her incredible cleavage was on display in her push-up bra. She saw the approval on my face and moved in for another, more aggressive round of making out. My hands slid up and down her back and I wanted to unclasp her bra more than anything. She pulled back a moment with my bottom lip in her teeth. It hurt a little before she let it go "Do it..." She purred.

I obliged and unclasped her bra. I pulled back and she was easily the most gorgeous topless woman to ever be in front of me. However, the mystery of what was below the waist still made me nervous.

The kissing continued and Mariam got my shirt off. Her hands moved down over my crotch and I could hear a slight giggle.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Nothing, I just have this rule." Mariam responded with the same look of mischief from before.

"And what's that?" I got ready for something sexy or terrifying.

"My rule is... Whoever has the biggest dick, makes ALL the rules." She bit her lower lip looking for my reaction.

I considered myself fairly average, so it was possible that I was bigger than her. At the time, I thought trans women were all tiny. Maybe she wanted me to be in control and I could do what I wanted. I was still a little buzzed and incredibly turned on by the sight of Mariam's tits in front of me "Sounds fair to me."

Mariam smiled and unzipped my pants. She fished out my 6” inch clean dick and gave it a few strokes. It didn't take much to get me fully hard. She then looked at me "Your turn." She motioned towards her own crotch.

At this point, I wondered what I got myself into. I timidly unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. I slipped my hand in and grasped a shocking slab of meat. I tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't fit the zipper hole. I had to pull down the jeans and yank it up. It was only semi hard and already a good 9 inches. I watched in disbelief as the blood flowed into the massive organ. By the time it was done, it was a little over a foot long. The shaft was thick and her balls were bigger than tennis balls.

"Looks like I'm in charge." She smiled and stood up to remove her jeans. My brain barely registered her perfect skin, long legs and glorious ass. She sat naked next to me and the sight of her Amazonian beauty hit something in me. To sum her up in one word, it would be POWER. I felt like I didn't have the right to deny her anything.

I felt her hand on the back of my head and she slowly pulled my face to her angry looking hairy she-cock. It was a symbol of her power and I didn't protest when she pressed it to my lips.

After a few gentle pushes, I opened my mouth and she easily filled it. She groaned her approval "mmmmm that's right Darling."

I had never sucked a dick in my life and felt awkward at first. Mariam allowed me to get my sea legs and didn't push too hard. I tried to think of what I liked and mimicked it. I sucked on the head and moved up and down. I tried to go lower, but sitting next to her on the couch was an awkward position. The smell was strong and musky. She smelled more masculine than I ever would.

"Get out of the seat." Mariam ordered.

I lifted my head and stood up. She spread her legs and I knew what she wanted. I stood between her spread legs and got on my knees. She simply waited for me.

I looked up at the tall, Arabic Goddess in front of me and got back to work. This time I used my hands to stroke what I couldn't suck on. I could grip it with both hands and still have more than enough to suck on. She had a real monster hidden away.

I listened to her moans and felt proud at how well I was doing, considering it was my first time. I stopped sucking and lapped at her huge balls. Her scent was even stronger there. I got back to sucking her head and felt her hands again. This time she pushed down roughly. I felt her go down my throat and couldn't help gagging. She didn't care and fucked my throat. I looked up and Mariam was twisting her own nipple and had her eyes shut in preparation for her orgasm.

She pulled out of my throat and kept the head in my mouth when she shot an impossibly big load. It easily filled my mouth right away and forced me to swallow. I gulped down the thick, salty cream as fast as I could. Those huge balls emptied out into my stomach. I finally pulled away when she finished and gasped for air. I looked up at her and noticed a few drops on her slit. I stuck my tongue out to clean her up.

"Fuck that felt good." Mariam looked happy "I could take that ass now, Darling... But I won't. You know what I am now. You know my rule, so I'm going to let you go home. If you come back, you serve me."

Part of me felt disappointed to be going home, but I did as I was told. I got dressed and went home. The night's events played out over and over in my mind. It was clear that I was 'the woman' in this relationship from the start. The idea of anal sex was scary, but every time I remembered her superior attitude my worries dissipated. I'd never felt so completely inferior to another person in my life. It just felt natural to do whatever they wanted.

It took me a week. Mariam left me completely alone to make my own decision. My heart raced as I texted her to meet up again.

There was silence for hours. My heart raced between despair and relief at being rejected.

Finally an answer "Good." The message simply read.

...

We met up at a nice restaurant. There was no discussion about the previous date at first, but there was an understanding. Mariam was in charge.

The waiter came and I almost opened my mouth to order, but quickly shut it.

Mariam smirked and ordered for both of us "I'll have the chicken parmesan with a baked potato and she'll have the Caesar salad."

The waiter looked confused as if she misspoke, but I knew better. I felt embarrassed, but took it.

Mariam smiled predatorily and rubbed her foot along my leg affectionately "I knew you'd come back. I'm impressed it took a whole week. I don't think this meal will be as filling as the one I got you last time."

Memories of my full belly of hot, Arabic girl sperm came to mind.

By the end of the meal, the waiter knew better than to give me the check. Mariam took it and gave the man a big tip for recognizing her dominance.

After dinner, I anticipated a trip straight back to her apartment but we went for a long stroll in the park. She was in no hurry and maybe even enjoyed the stress she was inflicting on me. Eventually, we sat on a bench simply enjoying the moonlight. I had to look up to see her face she have done shaving for few days and small hair standing below her nose and on her face, I felt so feminine in my freshly shave face. I curled up into her shoulder, understanding what women meant when they said they 'feel safe' with their male partner.

Mariam put her arm around me "You're so cute and adjusting so well. I know you weren't this way before meeting me. What about me made you come back."

I really thought about it and finally said it all out loud for the first, but not the last time "You're perfect. You're taller, sexier, stronger, Hairy and more successful than I'll ever be. I'd never be with a man, but you're just so dominating yet most beautiful Arabic woman. You simply deserve whatever you want."

Mariam looked happy with my answer and kissed me forcefully. At that moment, I was all in. I belonged to her. She broke the kiss "Whatever I want, huh?" She bit her lip and I knew she contemplated something naughty "You're so sweet. I'm going to let you suck me off one more time, before I take your cherry."

She unzipped her dress pants and looked at me expectantly.

I looked around and saw no one "Here? Now?" I asked incredulously.

Mariam licked her lips "I'm not feeling your devotion... Darling." She looked me dead in the eyes. It was obviously time to prove myself.

I gulped in fear, but told myself that no one was around. I stayed next to her on the bench so as not to look as obvious and she didn't complain. I fished out her big Hairy dick again and wasted no time. I wanted to finish as fast as possible to avoid detection. The fear of getting caught and arrested was terrifying and exhilarating. I bobbed my head in her lap and alternated between swirling my tongue over her head and pushing the limits of what I could take in my throat.

I ignored everything around me, but Mariam made sure to pull my head up so I can see a group of religious girls that just happened to walk by the vulgar scene. All three gasped and giggled at the sight of me blowing the massive Hairy cock. Two of the girls looked away and walked faster when Mariam made eye contact, but the third bit her lip and took an extra few seconds to stare at Mariam's glorious hunk of meat. She turned to join her friends and Mariam grunted at me "Wish I could get her number. Too bad I'm busy."

That confirmed that she liked women too and a small part of me felt jealous. I worked even harder to get Mariam off. This time she shoved my head down and unloaded deep down my throat. I felt her long shaft withdraw "My place. NOW." She said with authority.

We got to her apartment and she took me by the hand to the bedroom. Her demeanor was softer as she brought me in "Just so you know, you gave such a good BJ in the park that I'm going to go easy on you for your first time. You're gonna be my Wife, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy it."

I blushed deeply "Thank you."

Mariam quickly undressed and crawled onto the bed "Na uh... Once we hit the sheets, you'll call me Hubby! Now get undressed."

My hands shook as I took off my clothes "Yes... Hubby."

Mariam smiled "Mmmm that's a good girl." She thankfully grabbed a full bottle of lube and rubbed it all over her quickly-hardening girl cock. She stroked my dick for a moment and giggled "You can touch your little clitoris if you ask nicely once I get going."

Her strong arms moved me into position. I knew I couldn't escape if she wanted to force me. She moved behind me. I kept my eyes shut, but could feel her hands on my back. Soon I felt her head teasing and pressing against my opening "Tell me what you want, Darling." She demanded.

I knew it would be painful, but I'd get used to it. I looked back at her beautiful hairy body and demanding eyes "I want you to fuck me, Hubby. Please take my cherry."

"After a while, you'll get more pleasure out of your boy cunt than your clitoris." She gripped my hips and pressed forward.

I grunted with the invasion and tried to focus on something else. She slowly worked her way into me. She was patient and generous with the lube. Little by little she buried herself into me. I refused to look back out of fear I'd see how much was left to go. Eventually, I felt her go all the way to the hilt and groan "Fuck you're tight."

She started to saw in and out of my sore ass. I buried my head in a pillow and tried to focus on the warmth of her filling me up. I looked back to see her in action. Her torso had beautiful,hairy, lightly defined muscle tone. She was on her knees, but still loomed tall over me. Her tits jiggled hypnotically with each thrust. I soon worked up the courage to ask "Can I touch my tiny clitoris, Hubby?"

Mariam laughed out loud "Sure thing, Wife." She growled and fucked me harder.

I shut my eyes and jerked off thinking about all the abuse I'd sustained so far. My mouth and ass had been conquered by this superior being. Who knows what could come next... It didn't take me long to cum a few globs into my hand. I made sure not to stain the sheets.

"Give me that!" Mariam ordered and I awkwardly moved my hand towards her. She took my hand and gave it one big lick to slurp up my seed. "Barely enough for me to taste." She remarked disdainfully "And I produce soooo much for you."

The first fucking felt like an eternity. Mariam finally moved faster and thrust as deeply as possible to relieve herself in my ass. It was a beautiful sound; hearing her using me to achieve her huge orgasm. For the rest of the night, I couldn't stop leaking her cum where ever I went.

She turned to me "So, not the End of the World, right?" Her hand rubbed my shoulder soothingly. She was dominant, but not necessarily a sadist.

I nodded "I'll be sore, but I'll get used to it Hubby." I snuggled my face into one of her tits and stroked her dirty cock.

"Just so you know, I will never suck or get fucked by your clitoris. So don't ask." Mariam stated matter of fact.

I was disappointed, but it felt right. Mariam had to have ALL the power. It's what I love about her.

6 MONTHS LATER

I abandoned all my goals and aspirations to move in with Mariam. She makes fun of me sometimes for being her housewife and bottom Wife. I always wake up before her to cook a big breakfast. Sometimes I wear nothing but an apron, but most of the time I wear a skirt. Thankfully, Mariam doesn't like her men looking like women from the waist up (except for sparkly lip gloss). However, she had my lower half waxed and ordered me to wear skirts for 'easy access'.

Once breakfast is ready, I have to wake up Mariam. I had never seen such a strong sex drive in a person. Even after all this time, there's been no 'relationship cooldown'. At a minimum, she needs to get off three times a day. I slide under the covers and try to get her to orgasm without waking her up. She bet I couldn't do it and I try every day.

I inhale her musky, manly scent and suck on one of her overactive Hairy nuts. I worship her dick. Today, I'm too impatient to try and keep her from waking. I deep throat her. The covers get pulled off and Mariam smiles down on me. She can see my sparkly, glossy lips engulfing her to the root.

I pull myself free for a moment "Good Morning, Hubby." I happily stroke her with both hands.

She groans in pleasure and sits up. Her strong arm grips me by the neck and pins me to the bed. She jerks herself and aims at my open mouth and face. This morning she clearly wants to make a mess.

I watch her balls contract and her cum cannon blasts me at point blank range. I close my eyes (I learned that the hard way) and open my mouth wide. I get a mouthful of her thick nectar. I struggle to close it and not lose any before taking a huge GULP. The rest completely splatters my face and hair. Mariam is nice enough to lick the cum out of my eyes, so that I can open them.

"Baby girl, you look so slutty. Don't wash your face until I go to work." Mariam gets up and puts on her robe.

I get up and follow my owner to the kitchen. Her sex drive is matched only by her appetite and she gobbles down enough for two lumberjacks. For the life of me, I have no idea how she stays so fit. I get on my knees under the table and start worshiping her hairy feet with my mouth. Mariam enjoys it, but it's more about the act. It reminds us both of my place. She also loves to remind me of my fall from normalcy "Aren't you getting good at worshiping Hubby's feet? Of course not as good as when you worship Hubby's big, Hairy dick. I can't believe you've never done any of this before meeting me." Her foot moves to the side of my face and presses the other half to the cold ground.

"I couldn't resist. You're perfect. You're taller, stronger, hairier, smarter and have a superior cock. I need you." She loves my mantra and it changed a little over time. She removes her foot and orders me to my feet.

I stand up and she forces me to bend over the table. My skirt rides up and exposes my hairless white boy cunt and she shoves right in. She had me grow my hair out so she could grip it. I gasp as she enters me and pulls my hair back. She makes it fast and hard. I cry out and hold on for dear life as she uses me. She leans over and licks my cum-coated face "Mmm you taste better too." I feel her hot tongue over and over again. She pulls out so that she can cum in a glass for me. That monster dick easily fills the coffee mug to overflowing, even after nutting all over me earlier.

I know what she wants and pick up the glass. "Thank you for breakfast, Hubby" I chug the whole mug of thick Black cream. When I'm done, a small belch escapes.

Mariam smiles and rubs my head like a pet "Such a good girl!" She then casually walks into the shower.

Already exhausted, I start cleaning.

Mariam shave her face as a routine, take shower and dries off her naked body as she walks back to the bedroom to get dressed. She always looks gorgeous in a suit and I secretly love it when she fucks me, while wearing it. "Bye, bye Sweetcakes. See you tonight." She gives me a sweet kiss and a smack to my ass.

When she's out the door, I feel like I can relax and recover. This is always the hour I take for myself. I clean up, apply lotion (Mariam likes me smelling girly and having soft skin) and eat whatever Mariam left me. No matter how much I cook, I always seem to be left with scraps.

Then I get to work. Mariam is determined to use me as much as possible, so she forced me to start studying to be a paralegal. I can only imagine working at her firm as her personal assistant. I won't have a moment to myself, but it's what she wants. So I study hard.

I periodically check an e-mail account linked to Mariam's account on a fetish website. She created the profile to get women. I soon learned that Mariam prefers women to men, but always has a male bottom Wife. According to her, men are easier to control and deal with. I can't possibly argue against that.

When it came to women, Mariam was a player. Her new dating account was much more overt than the one that ensnared me. At the time, I would have been scared off, but now it was a big turn on. I sometimes like to read over the highlights:

About me: Tall, Arabic, Alpha T-Wife, Power Top. I'm the real deal and a horse of a different kind.

I'm really good at: Clubbing, fine dining and of course laying pipe!

What I'm looking for: I'm only looking for BCS white women. No men. I already have a dedicated white fag who knows how to treat his betters.

That last part was both heartwarming and humiliating. I write responses based on Mariam's instructions, but more often than not I delete all the messages that wouldn't spark her interest. I talked to potential women to the point of exchanging numbers. From there, Mariam took over.

The door suddenly opened and slammed shut. I fearfully got up, but it was too late. Mariam sometimes liked to surprise me and see if I'm behaving. She never failed to find something to punish me over.

My mind raced and for a moment I was relieved. I did everything I was supposed to do. I cleaned everything perfectly, studied, ran her e-mail. I saw her staring at something on the floor and my heart stopped... My skirt was carelessly laying on the ground. I replaced it with a pair of boxers when she left.

She looked offended "Habibullah I go through the trouble of picking out a pretty skirt, buying it and gift wrapping it for you. I don't even force you to wear it outside... And what do I get? Not only do you take it off, but you throw it on the ground like garbage!" The skirt of her suit was visibly tenting. My Goddess was mad and horny. She took off her suit. "Maybe I was wrong not to make you show off your pretty skirt in public. Let's play the wrestling game. If I win, I'm going to walk you around town in skirt AND heels. Let's say 2 minutes"

Mariam enjoyed what I thought of as 'the rape game' to show how physically stronger she is. I win if I can keep her from fucking me for 2 minutes. It was usually 4-5 minutes. She must be getting even more confident.

She set a timer. Pushed the button. We size each other up for a moment and I make a mad dash for the bathroom. It's closer to me, so I have a chance of locking myself inside. I pass the threshold and feel a hand yank back hard on my hair.

"Naughty fucking Minx!" Mariam chides me. She casually walks to the bedroom, despite my struggling. I try as hard as I can to loosen her grip, but both my arms aren't even strong enough to loosen one of her hands. She tosses me on the bed and pounces.

In moments she pins me down and licks my face. She laughs when I put all my strength into attempting to get out from under her. She lines her dick up with my ass and continues to play with me "You can't even keep my cock out for 2 minutes." She teases my opening and gently presses against it. She shows how much time she can waste before driving her shaft in deep "Your only purpose is to please me and keep my big balls drained. How does that feel?"

I gasp "I love it. I love being your dumb, white Darling, Hubby!" I squirm as she picks up the pace and jack hammers my smaller body.

Her hot cum fills me up and spews out when she pulls out of my battered body. "I look forward to your walk of shame. Also, I've got a date tonight, so set up dinner for two." She laughed.

I can't even expect monogamy as I help her cheat on me. If I could go back and do it all over, I'd stay away, but meeting Mariam opened a door that I can never close. I had my marching orders. This was my life now.