24-04-2019, 02:49 PM
Well I'm doing well for myself, then."
The family kept eating. I nudged closer to Priya and whispered to her.
"You know, your husband will never ever dare say a word against me. He even try, well, I promise you got me protecting you and your son."
"Thank you," she said gratefully.
After finishing our meal, I stood up and made my boldest move yet.
"I'm so tired, I better get to bed." I put my hand out to Priya, "You coming?"
She looked at me, stunned. Her son had his mouth wide open; he knew the game I was playing and what move I made. Her husband just sat there silent.
"I'm taking the master bedroom since I'm above your husband in status. I feel so wrong about going to bed without having you, the able-bodied woman of the house, as sexy as you are, not in the bed with me. You going to bed with him while I sleep under the same roof? As a man, I can't let that happen, I won't allow that to happen. You need a real man, I need a woman for the night, come on, it feels right."
She looked deep into my eyes, "Umm, umm, yes! Yes I-I agree. Can I go to the bathroom first to get ready?"
I pulled her in closer, my hard-on ripping through my pants. "You feel proud about this?"
She nodded, "I do, a lot."
I gave her a hefty slap on the ass, "Go on, then, to the bathroom. Get ready for your white knight."
She jogged away to the bathroom. I didn't even take a look at her husband as I walked right out the dining room. Before I did go, I looked over at her son.
"Hey Son, if he does anything to you, let me know, ok?"
"Yes, Sir."
Knowing I, a white man, had taken his Indian mother right in front of him, and just humbled his father as well, made me more pumped up than I had ever been in my entire life. That feeling of interracial conquest was amazing.
Priya finished up in the bathroom then raced into the bedroom. I went inside the bathroom and undertook my sex ritual. I took my dress shirt off, my trousers, everything, laid them out neatly, and stood there naked, pumping myself up. Knowing I was gonna give her 9 inches of white cock, her first real sexual experience, knowing I took the Indian wife and mother to the bedroom by gentle force and was about to have sex with her -- in her husband's bedroom! I was ready.
I walked into the room, naked, setting the tone for the relationship. She too was naked, waiting for me, her clothes and bangles in a discarded heap, putting emphasis on her culturally rebellious act. She stood their smiling, her large breasts on show. She marvelled at me, amazed, seeing a body-type she had never seen before. Shaven, built and most importantly, large. I gave her a look, a look that said, "Take it all. I'm in charge."
I walked over to her, kissed her, getting a taste of those tasty ruby lips. I wanted to kiss those lips as much as I could, before I stretched them out for another purpose. She looked at me, eager, ready. I held her head, pushed it down and got her eye level with my cock. She touched it, held it, amazed at the size, width, shape. She then stuck it in her mouth. From there on, it was all over: she was mine now.
She put her hands on my ass as she sucked on my cock, her cheeks turning red as she took something the size of which she'd never experienced. I stroked her soft black hair as she swallowed, also taking big feels of her sexy breasts. I eased her off my cock; she looked at me with pleading eyes. I lifted her up to the bed, and looked at the woman I knew I would be fucking for a long, long time.
She laid herself out on the bed, I got myself on it too. I asked if she had any condoms, she looked through the drawer for some, she found none in my size. I saw a devilish glint in her eye when she told me this: she knew she was getting something significantly larger than what her husband could ever deliver.
"You mind if I go bare?" I asked.
"Please," she replied, "I want nothing less."
"You think you can take it."
She nodded. "I want it that big."
I opened her legs and marvelled at her untamed Indian vagina. The smell was intoxicating; it was already dripping wet, ready for its first white cock. I readied my cock, held it steady, then one mighty shove and it was in. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the neck, her face contorting in pleasure. She rubbed my hands all over my back, turned on by the definition. All that time in the gym paid off: it was all to take charge of this Indian woman's life.
It felt so right. Me: the strong white man she always wanted, her: the submissive Indian women that was begging to take care of all my needs in exchange for my influence and power in the world. It was a perfect match.
I pumped myself hard, aggressively, giving her the kind of pleasure she never received before. She moaned loud, her hi-pitch groans like a perfect symphony in my head. I'm sure her son could hear, that got me so excited, him knowing a white man had walked in and taken his Indian mom to the bedroom, his dad able to do nothing, they just watched as I took what I rightfully felt I earned. Ten minutes in, she was drenched in sweat, I don't think she was used to the stamina I had. With me she got pleasure and a workout.
I turned her around, let her on top, I grabbed her sweet brown juicy ass, slapping and feeling it with both hands. Her smooth juicy ass, hmmm, still my favourite feature of her, her husband was a fool to let it go.
I was fully bareback, I got ready to take my cock out to cum, but she held my cock in and shook her head.
"No, no, inside me please, won't be pregnant, inside me please."
The sweetest thing a man could hear.
I pumped myself hard and cummed deep inside her.
"Oh yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned in that sexy accent. Her toes were curled, her body was shaking: she had just gotten her first real orgasm.
She was breathing heavy. I let her rest for a few minutes. I wasn't planning to sleep that night; I planned to go all the way till sunrise.
I grabbed her breast as she lay there in an orgasmic trance.
"Ready for more?" I said as I rubbed my already semi-erect cock on her leg.
She smiled and nodded. "Oh please. Yes."
The family kept eating. I nudged closer to Priya and whispered to her.
"You know, your husband will never ever dare say a word against me. He even try, well, I promise you got me protecting you and your son."
"Thank you," she said gratefully.
After finishing our meal, I stood up and made my boldest move yet.
"I'm so tired, I better get to bed." I put my hand out to Priya, "You coming?"
She looked at me, stunned. Her son had his mouth wide open; he knew the game I was playing and what move I made. Her husband just sat there silent.
"I'm taking the master bedroom since I'm above your husband in status. I feel so wrong about going to bed without having you, the able-bodied woman of the house, as sexy as you are, not in the bed with me. You going to bed with him while I sleep under the same roof? As a man, I can't let that happen, I won't allow that to happen. You need a real man, I need a woman for the night, come on, it feels right."
She looked deep into my eyes, "Umm, umm, yes! Yes I-I agree. Can I go to the bathroom first to get ready?"
I pulled her in closer, my hard-on ripping through my pants. "You feel proud about this?"
She nodded, "I do, a lot."
I gave her a hefty slap on the ass, "Go on, then, to the bathroom. Get ready for your white knight."
She jogged away to the bathroom. I didn't even take a look at her husband as I walked right out the dining room. Before I did go, I looked over at her son.
"Hey Son, if he does anything to you, let me know, ok?"
"Yes, Sir."
Knowing I, a white man, had taken his Indian mother right in front of him, and just humbled his father as well, made me more pumped up than I had ever been in my entire life. That feeling of interracial conquest was amazing.
Priya finished up in the bathroom then raced into the bedroom. I went inside the bathroom and undertook my sex ritual. I took my dress shirt off, my trousers, everything, laid them out neatly, and stood there naked, pumping myself up. Knowing I was gonna give her 9 inches of white cock, her first real sexual experience, knowing I took the Indian wife and mother to the bedroom by gentle force and was about to have sex with her -- in her husband's bedroom! I was ready.
I walked into the room, naked, setting the tone for the relationship. She too was naked, waiting for me, her clothes and bangles in a discarded heap, putting emphasis on her culturally rebellious act. She stood their smiling, her large breasts on show. She marvelled at me, amazed, seeing a body-type she had never seen before. Shaven, built and most importantly, large. I gave her a look, a look that said, "Take it all. I'm in charge."
I walked over to her, kissed her, getting a taste of those tasty ruby lips. I wanted to kiss those lips as much as I could, before I stretched them out for another purpose. She looked at me, eager, ready. I held her head, pushed it down and got her eye level with my cock. She touched it, held it, amazed at the size, width, shape. She then stuck it in her mouth. From there on, it was all over: she was mine now.
She put her hands on my ass as she sucked on my cock, her cheeks turning red as she took something the size of which she'd never experienced. I stroked her soft black hair as she swallowed, also taking big feels of her sexy breasts. I eased her off my cock; she looked at me with pleading eyes. I lifted her up to the bed, and looked at the woman I knew I would be fucking for a long, long time.
She laid herself out on the bed, I got myself on it too. I asked if she had any condoms, she looked through the drawer for some, she found none in my size. I saw a devilish glint in her eye when she told me this: she knew she was getting something significantly larger than what her husband could ever deliver.
"You mind if I go bare?" I asked.
"Please," she replied, "I want nothing less."
"You think you can take it."
She nodded. "I want it that big."
I opened her legs and marvelled at her untamed Indian vagina. The smell was intoxicating; it was already dripping wet, ready for its first white cock. I readied my cock, held it steady, then one mighty shove and it was in. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the neck, her face contorting in pleasure. She rubbed my hands all over my back, turned on by the definition. All that time in the gym paid off: it was all to take charge of this Indian woman's life.
It felt so right. Me: the strong white man she always wanted, her: the submissive Indian women that was begging to take care of all my needs in exchange for my influence and power in the world. It was a perfect match.
I pumped myself hard, aggressively, giving her the kind of pleasure she never received before. She moaned loud, her hi-pitch groans like a perfect symphony in my head. I'm sure her son could hear, that got me so excited, him knowing a white man had walked in and taken his Indian mom to the bedroom, his dad able to do nothing, they just watched as I took what I rightfully felt I earned. Ten minutes in, she was drenched in sweat, I don't think she was used to the stamina I had. With me she got pleasure and a workout.
I turned her around, let her on top, I grabbed her sweet brown juicy ass, slapping and feeling it with both hands. Her smooth juicy ass, hmmm, still my favourite feature of her, her husband was a fool to let it go.
I was fully bareback, I got ready to take my cock out to cum, but she held my cock in and shook her head.
"No, no, inside me please, won't be pregnant, inside me please."
The sweetest thing a man could hear.
I pumped myself hard and cummed deep inside her.
"Oh yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned in that sexy accent. Her toes were curled, her body was shaking: she had just gotten her first real orgasm.
She was breathing heavy. I let her rest for a few minutes. I wasn't planning to sleep that night; I planned to go all the way till sunrise.
I grabbed her breast as she lay there in an orgasmic trance.
"Ready for more?" I said as I rubbed my already semi-erect cock on her leg.
She smiled and nodded. "Oh please. Yes."
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