Amazon Bride Ch. 01

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No sooner had we boarded the plane and Steve started to get mushy.

“Oh Darlene.” He paused as he lifted my left hand to his mouth and kissed my new wedding ring. “You have made me so happy.”

I winked. “I can’t wait for tonight!” Which was true but not for the reason Steve thought.

He looked around to see if anyone had heard before adding in a whispered voice, “Me too!”

He is such a wimp. He was lucky that his parents were incredibly rich or I’d never have married him. Actually, that isn’t quite true. The part about me not marrying him if he wasn’t rich was true but not the part about me not marrying him because he is a wimp; I only married him because he is such a big wimp. My ideas about sex wouldn’t be considered normal by most men and I don’t think many husbands would do what I expect from them but I hoped a big mummy’s boy like Steve could be molded into the sort of husband I desired.

I didn’t need to be worried about Steve getting frisky on the plane, he was too worried about being seen, but I was as horny as hell and I needed to get things happening and quick. When I offered to switch seats with my new husband, Steve tried to be valiant, and say no. All that did was make me angry. I had to bite my tongue though; it wouldn’t do me any good in the long run to shatter his dreams of an idealistic marriage too soon. Instead of yelling at him, I smiled sweetly. “Please Steve, I’m getting nervous, it looks so far down to the ground.”

He gave me a condescending smile. “In that case, I’d love to swap with you.”

My knight in shinning armor; god help me!

I fluffed a pillow for him and the little precious dropped off to sleep. Now I had a chance to catch the eye of the cute hostess that had been hovering for sometime.

“Can I help you?” she asked after I waved her over.

“Would you…?” I said, as I ran my eyes over her trim little figure.

“Would I what?”

The bitch showed me her gorgeous smile.

“I was wondering if you’d like to eat me?”

She blushed coyly and gave Steve a suspicious look.

“Don’t worry about him, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

I could see the relief in her eyes. I’m sure she was worried I might want Steve to join in on our fun but that was the last thing on my mind.

She gave a nod of her head and I followed her back to a tiny cabin area. The moment the door closed behind us, I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her hard against me. I felt her swoon. I knew her type and could pick them a mile away.

“I hope you’re good and eating pussy bitch because I’m horny and I need a good tonguing.”

She stroked my thickly muscled arm. “You’re so strong, you must workout?”

I didn’t bother filling her in on the details of my gym history. Instead I pressed my mouth hard to her’s and kissed her. I silly bitch went to putty in my arms. She didn’t even resist as I pushed her to her knees. I’d have loved to make her beg for my pussy but time was short. Instead, I pushed down the skirt I was wearing to keep Steve happy. I wasn’t wearing any panties and her eyes widened as soon as she saw my freshly shaved pussy.

“Get to work bitch.”

She was so, so good too. I was bouncing off the walls of the tiny cabin area in no time. As soon as I orgasmed, I turned around and bent over to expose the tight rosebud between my ass cheeks.

“Now do my asshole and try to be quick, I have to get back before my husband wakes.”

“Yes Ma’am, it would be my pleasure.” was all she said before I felt her hot, wet tongue dive between my ass cheeks.

When she was done I had her replace my skirt. She was still on her knees when I walked away. I’d had two fantastic orgasms but I didn’t bother to thank her. I know sweet little things like her lie awake at night dreaming of Amazons like me. She got all she needed just being able to tongue me.

When Steve woke he told me he felt wonderfully refreshed and so did I, now. As we left the plane the beautiful hostess slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I knew it was probably her phone number or some way of contacting her. I threw it into the first bin we passed. Sweet little things like her are a dime a dozen; its magnificent Amazons like me who are rare.

We checked into the expensive Resort Steve’s parents were paying for and were shown to our private Villa. The way the check-in clerk and the bellboy sucked up to us turned me on. By the time we were alone, I was becoming horny again but I knew I’d have to hold on a little longer.

We showered separately and dressed for dinner in different rooms. Steve is such a wimp he didn’t even argue. I suppose he thought I was only trying to keep up the mystique until later tonight. Steve has never seen me naked. I’ve had to let him fondle my breasts every now and then and twice I let him put his hand up under my skirt and finger me but I’ve never taken off my clothes for him. And in a moment of weakness, I once jerked him off. I knew he was dying for me to suck on his cock but he didn’t have the guts to ask, which was güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri just as well, because I wasn’t about to do that, not for all his parent’s money. Not that cocks disgust me or anything, in fact, I am fascinated by them, I just don’t want to suck one myself.

Dinner was fantastic. I wore a backless, black, clinging dress that highlighted my magnificent body. Every man stared at me, and more than a few women; with lust in their eyes. I know it will sound vain but apart from my incredible body, I am also very beautiful and I know how to show myself off to the get the best effect. Tonight I wanted to look sexy so Steve would be ready to be putty in my hands. He could see the attention I was drawing and it made him feel proud to know I was his wife.

For my part, I didn’t even acknowledge the looks others were giving me. Normally I would have flirted and picked out a partner for sex, but tonight I let Steve live out the fantasy he had of our marriage, the one where he is the lucky man who’d won me. There would be time to shatter that fantasy later.

We were sitting in a dimly lit corner of a deck built right on the beach. The light from the burning torches caste flickering shadows as I stared into Steve’s eyes. I picked up my glass of expensive champagne and I took a minuscule sip, just enough to dampen my lips. Then, for his benefit, I ran the tip of my tongue slowly across my moistened lips. A shiver of pleasure rippled down my spine when he gave a low loan of desire.

I shifted slightly so my breasts pressed more firmly against the light material of my dress. I knew my nipples were already hard and I was rewarded by Steve’s eyes being glued to them. So were the eyes of the waiter who served us our meal. Lobster is a dish I am quickly learning to love.

I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. Making it appear accidental, I knocked a spoon onto the floor. As the waiter bent low to retrieve it, I pulled open the long slit in my dress. I never wear underwear, unless it is something sexy for a special occasion. The waiter took a long time to find the errant spoon as he soaked in the view of my shaved pussy lips and Steve as so engrossed in my nipples that he didn’t even notice.

The flirt had been a risk but the little thrill it gave me, exposing myself like that out in the open, made it worth while. Poor Steve, I don’t think he could quite work out why the waiter kept hovering near our table for the rest of the night. The waiter needn’t have bothered; one flash of my gorgeous pussy is enough for someone like him. We danced. Dancing is Steve’s one admirable asset. He is a good dancer and he quickly learnt to follow; I lead. I enjoy what might be called ‘old fashioned dancing’, waltzs, foxtrots and alike. I enjoy the close proximity to another body, even Steve’s. Finally, I decided it was time to retire. I allowed Steve to guide me back to our Villa. Once the door was secured behind us, I even allowed him to kiss me. I must confess to feeling a level of excitement at the prospect of what I had planned and I treated him to my tongue as we kissed. I stood in the middle of the room and told him to undress me. The poor thing’s hands were shaking so much that he could hardly unfasten my dress. I let it slip to the floor before telling him that I would be back soon. Naked I walked to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Err, darling, what are you doing?” he asked through the door.

“I am making myself ready for you.”

“But I think you were just perfect as you were.”

I bit off my sharp retort. “I’ll just be a minute. You undress and get into bed.”

I took out the bag I’d placed in here earlier. I needed to really blow his mind if I was going to break him. I slipped on a bright red lace garter-belt and matching lift-up-bra that was little more than a strip of lace than ran under my breasts. All the weights I do have sculptured my breasts, and made them so incredibly firm, that the lacy bra was just for looks.

Next I pulled on a pair of black fishnet stockings and attached them to the garter-belt. The last items were my favorite, they had cost Steve’s parents a great deal of money, not that they knew about it. The knee high, shiny black leather boots with eight inch stiletto heels were a struggle to get over my bulky calves but my persistence was rewarded.

“God your gorgeous!” I said to my reflection. I wondered what my little hostess would pay to have me spank her dressed like this. Maybe I should have kept her number after all? The bitch did have a great tongue.

“No!” I chastised myself. When the time was right, there would be plenty of hot little bitches here, with willing tongues to sooth my urges.

I stood framed in the bathroom doorway. “What do you think?”


“I think I deserve better than just, wow!”

“Of course my darling, you look sensational, and incredibly sexy.”

“And.” I teased him.

“And beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!”

I strutted sensuously towards the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri bed, wiggling my hips in the sluttish way I enjoy making other women do for me. Taking hold of the sheet I slowly drew it back until Steve’s cock was exposed. He was hard as I knew he would be and surprisingly his erect cock is quite large. Not that I rate myself as an experienced judge but I assessed his scrotum as being quite extraordinarily large for a man of his slight frame. Some women might even find him quite desirable. In my case, I hoped men would find him desirable. That is my weakness; I love to watch men having sex together. I love to watch cock being sucked and I love to watch assholes being fucked, the harder the better. I even enjoy watching men kissing and cuddling. That was why I married Steve, to watch him having sex with other men. The beauty of it is that Steve isn’t gay, he isn’t even Bi. The last thing he is thinking about tonight is sucking cock or taking one up his ass. He wants me. My job is to make him want me so much that he will do anything I ask just to have me. By the time he realised that he will never have me the way he wants, hopefully he will be so trapped that he will continue performing for me with any man I choose for him.

“How much do you want me?” I ask in my sexiest voice.

He reached out a hand and stroked my heavy thigh with his fingertips and I allow it for now. “I want you with all my being.”

I’m not sure what that meant but it sounded right so I knelt on the bed, my knees apart. I know the light is on in the bathroom behind me so my pussy lips are silhouetted for him.

I stroke his skinny chest and he quivers with excitement. “I have another surprise for you!”

His balls visibly ripple with pleasure and a dribble of pre-cum slips out of the end of his cock to flow across his hairless stomach. I wrap my hand around his dick and slowly jerk on it.

“I’m not sure that is a good idea my darling.” he says in a voice that is little more than a squeak. “I don’t want to cum too quickly.”

“Sssshh.” I purr and jerk harder. He opens his mouth to protest again so I lean over and place a nipple in his mouth to shut him up.

He sucks greedily as I jerk him. Great wads of hot cum blast from his dick and some of it splashes over me. Repulsed, I pull away.

“Sorry.” he says.

Sorry, I’ll give you sorry soon you pathetic creature.

I wait while he uses a handkerchief to wipe himself. When he tosses the handkerchief aside, he reaches for me, gritting my teeth I allow myself to be pulled against his naked body. We kiss and I feed him my tongue to keep him happy while I sneak a hand down between his legs. His hairy scrotum feels disgusting to touch but I force myself to control the urge to pull my hand away. With my urging, he spreads his weedy legs wide apart. I am sick of kissing him now so I pull his mouth down to my breasts. As he suckles on my nipple I extend my middle finger and pass it between his ass cheeks. He giggles. I don’t know why, maybe he thinks I am playing a game with him. When my finger touches his ass-ring, I can feel his body go tense. I make myself moan as though I am enjoying touching him and having him slobber on my breasts and he relaxes a little. I press harder. He moans now.

“Do you like that?”

“I’m not sure, no one has ever touched me there before.”

I want to shout at him, how can he not be sure, either he likes it or he doesn’t? What is there to be sure about? I know I love to have my asshole fingered by a pretty woman.

I smile at him. “What about now?” I push a little harder and wiggle the tip of my finger so that it works his tight ring a little open.

He giggles in a girlish way that I find strangely attractive. His dick is going hard again, and quickly, so I know he is enjoying it even if he is too embarrassed to say so.

“I think you have a sensitive ass.”

“Is that good?”

I smile now and this time it is a genuine smile. “That is very good. I love a man with a sensitive asshole.”

Steve is a virgin but he knows I have had a number of previous sex partners. What he doesn’t know is that they have all been women or that there have been hundreds of lucky women who have had the privilege of tonguing my pussy or my asshole.

“Have you done this before…with other men?”

“Oh yes!” I lied. “Do you want me to show you more?”

Even in the dim light I could see him blush. “What about we experiment…after?”

“After?” I asked as though I didn’t understand how much he was longing to fuck me.

“You know…after we…”

“Oh no.” I inform him. “I promise this will make it so much better when we fuck!”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

“All right then my darling. What do you want me to do?”

“Why don’t you roll onto your knees?”

“Is this how you want me?”

In my mind I could picture another man kneeling behind him, his cock buried deep in Steve’s tight ass. “That is perfect.”

There are some surprises that I have hidden güvenilir bahis şirketleri under my pillow. I pull out a small tube of lubricant and squeeze a little onto his ring.

“Oh, that’s cold.” he says with another girlish giggle.

“Now hold still!” I say as I work some of the lubricant over my long forefinger.

“Oh my.” he moans as I rub my lubed fingertip over his ass-ring.

His sphincter is quivering with anticipation, making it feel as though his ass is trying to suck my finger into it. I wrap an arm around his wait and hold him firmly as I insert my finger to the first knuckle. I know I should be taking my time and working it in gently but I can’t resist making him squirm so I force my finger deep into him. If any of my woman had ever treated me with so little respect, I would have slapped them so hard they wouldn’t know what day it way. Steve merely cried out with the pain and hugged me tightly as he gritted his teeth.

“It will feel better soon.” I assured him.

I didn’t want to ruin all the work I had put into him so I forced myself to slide my finger slowly back and forth until he was moaning softly with pleasure.

“Was I right? Does it feel better now?”

“Sort of.”

He was annoying me again. This time I let my anger flow into my voice. “Don’t be coy, do you enjoy having me finger your ass or not?”

“I’m sorry my darling, I didn’t mean to make it sound that I didn’t appreciate you doing this for me, it’s just that I’m not used to having someone do something like this to me?”

“But are you enjoying it?” I demanded harshly.

“Oh I am my darling; I am enjoying it very much.”

To prove it, he managed to swivel around and press his mouth to mine. As we kissed, I took the opportunity to work a second finger into his asshole. I felt his body go rigid again for a time but then he relaxed.

“Oh my.” he said when I broke off his kiss. “I’m not sure how to say this but I am finding this strangely exciting.”

“That is so wonderful.” I said, excited myself now.

“It is?”

“Yes, because I have another little surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

I pulled my fingers from his ass and wiped them on the sheet on his side of the bed. Then reaching under my pillow I produced a strap-on dildo.

“What is that?” he asked, pulling back.

“Come closer and I’ll show you.”

“But…it looks like a dick?”

“It is, sort of.”

“What is it for?”

“Come closer and I’ll show you!” This time I let my anger flow once more and he quickly wiggled to me.

Without bothering to explain what I was going to do with it, I show him how to strap it onto me. His hands are shaking and I guess it is with a mixture of excitement and fear. I almost felt a little sorry for him at that moment but not quite.

When the dildo was strapped firmly to me, I ordered him, “Get back on your knees and offer me your asshole.”

He looked at me with a pathetic little boy plea.

“Now!” I shouted at him.

He quickly rolled onto his knees and poked his scrawny ass up into the air. Now that he had submitted, I knew I could take my time.

“Now take the tube and rub some of the lubricant over my big cock.”

He had a puzzled expression on his face but he did as he was ordered. The sight of his hand working the slippery jell over the fake cock was driving me wild. I couldn’t wait until I watched him doing this with a real cock.

“Now, use your hands to pull your ass open for my cock.”

He did as he was told but then tried one last time to protest. “Do we have to do this?”

“I am going to shove this cock deep into your ass and fuck you.” I informed him. “The only choice is whether I do it rough or I do it gently.”

“I’m sorry my darling.” he said quickly. “Of course, you do whatever you want.”

I took a firm hold of his girly waist and pressed the fist sized knob of the fake cock to his quivering ring.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please my darling, please fuck me.”

“Tell my how much you love my big cock and how much you want it up your ass!”

“I do love your cock my darling, I do and I do so want you to fuck me, I want to feel your cock deep in my ass.”

The sincerity in his voice made me laugh. I think the poor bastard did want me to fuck him now. Mind you, he probably still had hopes of fucking me later.

I rocked my hips forward and he cried out. I ignored his pleas and thrust even harder. His sphincter was resisting more than I thought it would and I now realised I should have started with a smaller dildo. Well, that was his problem now, this was the only one I had with me.

He was all but screaming in pain as I gave one mighty thrust and the massive knob finally forced its way passed his puckered ring. I wanted to fuck him, to make him take my dildo, but I took pity on him and let him rest for a moment or two with just the thick knob inside his rectum.

When his breathing calmed a little, I rocked forward once more and the rubber cock slid a little deeper.

“Beg!” I demanded.

“Oh yes my darling, fuck me, fuck my ass, make me take your big cock.”

He was moaning now and I could tell it wasn’t all with pain, there was pleasure mixed in there too. The dildo was about halfway in and I was rocking back and forth, slowly building up my rhythm.

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