07-05-2019, 12:11 PM
Chapter 104
I edged round so I could see their faces. Samina had her eyes closed and they were kissing, real tender, romantic stuff, and her hands were softly stroking his back. All of a sudden they both laughed. She grabbed his ass and pulled it to her and I guessed his cock was sliding out. They had one last long slow kiss and then he pushed himself up and off her. He stood there, his cock semi soft and glistening. I couldn’t help staring, even in that condition it was bigger than mine ever got. He looked down at me and laughed as he waggled it in front of my face. He said thanks to Samina, the first and only word he had spoken, picked up his towel and walked off.
Samina lay with her legs spread and her eyes shut for a minute. I could see a trace of his cum but the rest must have been deep inside her. His departure had broken the spell though and when she opened her eyes we both knew what she wanted, and I enthusiastically dove between her legs. The lips were dark red and swollen, almost bruised, and her hole gaped. I proceeded to clean up as much as I could, her soft panting moans driving me on! At least this was one sexual task I could do well.
I was just done, when Samina suggested a dip in the ocean and I agreed. When we were knee deep she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her pussy lips so she could scoop water onto it.
In bed later that night, lying quietly stroking each other we discussed what had happened on the beach. She explained that by keeping her eyes shut she could try and pretend that it was a fantasy she was making up. Although she hadn’t seen him until he was rubbing her breasts and she had opened her eyes, she could tell it was real. She said that my voice was cracking with emotion and when she put her hand on my chest she really had worried about me having a heart attack, my pulse rate was so high. It was the fact I was so excited that made her decide not to try and stop it.
She said that by the time he touched her breasts she was so turned on that it didn’t matter what he looked like and that when she opened her eyes and found a big old man with a such a hard cock it was actually more exciting than if he had been younger and more attractive. From the moment she saw him she knew he was going to use her, she could see it in his face. The fact that he was so big, both physically and sexually, made it seem natural for her to please him. She said that if she had met him anyplace else she would never have looked at him but I had done such a good job of slowly arousing her until she was wet and slippery that she was desperate to be fucked.
After a few minutes she told me she loved me more than anything in the world, and sexual encounter she had only that feeling. I think maybe she realized that I needed that reaffirmation. I almost blurted out the question that had been nagging me all day, but decided not to.
With Samina having been so honest about it all I admitted that I had been excited by the sight of him naked and by the size of his cock and had felt utterly helpless and unable to do or resist anything. I told her how I had wanted to kneel at his feet and lick his cock when I saw it come out of her, all wet and sticky. I said that it had been a shock as I had never thought of such a thing before but I couldn’t help it.
Even as I spoke I realised how it would have looked, the humiliation of me kneeling there, thanking the old man for satisfying Samina by licking him clean while Samina watched. The weird thing was that the submissive feelings and desires I had didn’t feel like they were just because of the size of my penis or that I was sexually inadequate, it was also like I had been born that way. Kneeling before another male felt like it would have been completely natural. Looking back I realise there is nothing I wouldn’t have done for him. Lick his ass, allow myself to be spanked, anything. I was a submissive, one who would automatically obey an alpha male, and I hadn’t known it. Fortunately at that time, Samina did not put me to the test or taking things quite as far as me licking a lovers cock, or kissing is ass. Wimp, sissy, impotent, cuckold, submissive masochist, whatever tag is applied doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it is truth!
Well it seemed that Samina was going through and old man phase. But it was not by choice. It just sort of happened. Not that Samina complained, it just did not happen by her choice or planning. After we returned from Australia Samina decided to take some classes in belly dancing. She was getting a bit tired of her current exercise routine and decided she needed to do something new for a bit.
It was perfect for her, with her eastern lightly tanned natural complexion, nice round breasts, broad hips and a flat belly, delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. I had been looking for a present for her for our wedding anniversary and came across an oriental goods shop. I went inside the dark and actually, quite dirty little shop to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter.
The man wore a knitted cap, the kind any '. man from the middle east might wear and he had a long grey beard. He was actually quite unfriendly at first and asked me what I was looking for so I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude and ugly old man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, belly-chains and such like.
He took a small box and showed that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and gave it to me. "Very rare," he grunted."For you wife's lovely little navel!"
I thanked him rather gingerly for the coin at which he laughed and informed me that it was a very rare and expensive coin and that I could only have it if I brought my wife to the shop in person so that she could see his wares for herself.
When I got home I told Samina about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around. So it was that the very next day, Samina and I opened the door and entered the dirty little shop to the delight of the fat old man.
There sat the same ugly old man at the same dirty little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw who was with me. He had an odour of stale cigarettle smoke, and sweat about him. The whole shop seemed to be full of smell, it was bad, but fortunately not overpoweringly so, still I felt the lack of hygiene about the man.
Samina was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting gypsy skirt, leaving her midriff bare.
The old man stood up and came around to us, shook my hand and put his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist. "What can I do for this pretty lady?" asked the man.
"I want a dance costume" replied Samina
"What kind of dance?" questioned the man.
"Oriental dance..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.
"What kind of dance?" he pressed.
"Belly dance..." said Samina shyly to the delight of the dirty old man.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, of course" said the man, "...belly, belly, belly!" he laughed.
He showed Samina to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously. She had the dancing costume on - she looked beautiful...her perfectly proportioned breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
"No...no...no!" grumbled the man, "This will not do at all...not at all..."
He walked over to us, roughly shoving me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Samina's costume much, much lower....so low that the top tendrils of her neatly trimmed black carpet of pubic hair almost peeked out! "You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped gruffly, adjusting her belt and getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
"Go on girl...." he grunted, "roll your nice little...belly...for me...show how you can dance!"
With that, Samina smiled wryly and slowly began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.
"Very good! Very good...you have learned well my dear girl!" The old man said to Samina, slapping her playfully and lecherously on the bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room...."but you are not truly relaxed. Put your hands behind you head and let me massage your belly for you!"
Samina was still smiling, heck she had a sparkle in her eyes. I think she was having fun thinking she was teasing the old man. She followed the man's instructions and stood there with her hands behind her pretty head, breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Samina's deep belly-button hole.
The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...he noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the costume and tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her pubes. But of course, I knew my place, stay quiet, unless Samina indicated otherwise. And at that moment she seemed to be anything close to upset, or mad at the ugly old man. So I decided to stand back and enjoy the show.
After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and stared at her large breasts. "Nice titties you have my girl...like big soft melons!" said the rude old man, "and fine fat nipples too, I'll be bound! You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me mischieviously.
"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your titties!" The old man thought she was looking at me for approval, when in fact all she was really doing was giving me the I-am-feeling-naughty look!
Samina sighed softly, and reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That seemed to be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest. Man could Samina pick them or what? I swear sometimes I wished she would be half as lucky when playing the lottery!
"Shake your titties for me so I can see what type of bra you will need!" the old man said, a wicked lascivious look plastered on his face.
Samina began to shake her shoulders, making her breasts wobble and bounce about like a pair of round jelly melons. I noticed a dark wet spot on the old man's long white shirt, way up above his paunch...right about at the point where the huge bulge ended. He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"What nice melons you have my girl!" he said, "I bet they'll make a lot of milk for your children one day...fine sucking nipples"
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands. Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Samina's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat ass, as if his was dry fucking my wife.
After a few seconds, he stopped and turned around and what I saw amazed me to this very day. In front of his fat, hairy stomach was a long fat cock that looked more at home on a horse! It was fat and ugly and dribbling pre-seed in a long thick rope-like trail, dangling from the end. I looked over at Samina, and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.
"Oh hi darling." she giggled at me, "I couldn't stop him...he was..." and then she laughed.
"What was he doing darling?" I asked jokingly. Hey I might as well enjoy myself a little too, and well the show thus far was not all that bad.
"He was...just... fucking my belly!" Samina laughed and looked at the large appendage sticking out of the old man's groin region.
Samina's willingness seemed to embolden the old man even more and by now as the man grew more demanding.
"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and maybe make a baby in your nice soft married belly!”
And then, to no ones amazement, Samina dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I loved her so much at that moment, knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Samina looked at me...smiled...mouthed the words "I love you" and then went over to a table, her breasts and ass jiggling and her belly quivering, sucked in for the man.
"My my...what a nice, clean bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.
I edged round so I could see their faces. Samina had her eyes closed and they were kissing, real tender, romantic stuff, and her hands were softly stroking his back. All of a sudden they both laughed. She grabbed his ass and pulled it to her and I guessed his cock was sliding out. They had one last long slow kiss and then he pushed himself up and off her. He stood there, his cock semi soft and glistening. I couldn’t help staring, even in that condition it was bigger than mine ever got. He looked down at me and laughed as he waggled it in front of my face. He said thanks to Samina, the first and only word he had spoken, picked up his towel and walked off.
Samina lay with her legs spread and her eyes shut for a minute. I could see a trace of his cum but the rest must have been deep inside her. His departure had broken the spell though and when she opened her eyes we both knew what she wanted, and I enthusiastically dove between her legs. The lips were dark red and swollen, almost bruised, and her hole gaped. I proceeded to clean up as much as I could, her soft panting moans driving me on! At least this was one sexual task I could do well.
I was just done, when Samina suggested a dip in the ocean and I agreed. When we were knee deep she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her pussy lips so she could scoop water onto it.
In bed later that night, lying quietly stroking each other we discussed what had happened on the beach. She explained that by keeping her eyes shut she could try and pretend that it was a fantasy she was making up. Although she hadn’t seen him until he was rubbing her breasts and she had opened her eyes, she could tell it was real. She said that my voice was cracking with emotion and when she put her hand on my chest she really had worried about me having a heart attack, my pulse rate was so high. It was the fact I was so excited that made her decide not to try and stop it.
She said that by the time he touched her breasts she was so turned on that it didn’t matter what he looked like and that when she opened her eyes and found a big old man with a such a hard cock it was actually more exciting than if he had been younger and more attractive. From the moment she saw him she knew he was going to use her, she could see it in his face. The fact that he was so big, both physically and sexually, made it seem natural for her to please him. She said that if she had met him anyplace else she would never have looked at him but I had done such a good job of slowly arousing her until she was wet and slippery that she was desperate to be fucked.
After a few minutes she told me she loved me more than anything in the world, and sexual encounter she had only that feeling. I think maybe she realized that I needed that reaffirmation. I almost blurted out the question that had been nagging me all day, but decided not to.
With Samina having been so honest about it all I admitted that I had been excited by the sight of him naked and by the size of his cock and had felt utterly helpless and unable to do or resist anything. I told her how I had wanted to kneel at his feet and lick his cock when I saw it come out of her, all wet and sticky. I said that it had been a shock as I had never thought of such a thing before but I couldn’t help it.
Even as I spoke I realised how it would have looked, the humiliation of me kneeling there, thanking the old man for satisfying Samina by licking him clean while Samina watched. The weird thing was that the submissive feelings and desires I had didn’t feel like they were just because of the size of my penis or that I was sexually inadequate, it was also like I had been born that way. Kneeling before another male felt like it would have been completely natural. Looking back I realise there is nothing I wouldn’t have done for him. Lick his ass, allow myself to be spanked, anything. I was a submissive, one who would automatically obey an alpha male, and I hadn’t known it. Fortunately at that time, Samina did not put me to the test or taking things quite as far as me licking a lovers cock, or kissing is ass. Wimp, sissy, impotent, cuckold, submissive masochist, whatever tag is applied doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it is truth!
Well it seemed that Samina was going through and old man phase. But it was not by choice. It just sort of happened. Not that Samina complained, it just did not happen by her choice or planning. After we returned from Australia Samina decided to take some classes in belly dancing. She was getting a bit tired of her current exercise routine and decided she needed to do something new for a bit.
It was perfect for her, with her eastern lightly tanned natural complexion, nice round breasts, broad hips and a flat belly, delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. I had been looking for a present for her for our wedding anniversary and came across an oriental goods shop. I went inside the dark and actually, quite dirty little shop to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter.
The man wore a knitted cap, the kind any '. man from the middle east might wear and he had a long grey beard. He was actually quite unfriendly at first and asked me what I was looking for so I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude and ugly old man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, belly-chains and such like.
He took a small box and showed that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and gave it to me. "Very rare," he grunted."For you wife's lovely little navel!"
I thanked him rather gingerly for the coin at which he laughed and informed me that it was a very rare and expensive coin and that I could only have it if I brought my wife to the shop in person so that she could see his wares for herself.
When I got home I told Samina about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around. So it was that the very next day, Samina and I opened the door and entered the dirty little shop to the delight of the fat old man.
There sat the same ugly old man at the same dirty little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw who was with me. He had an odour of stale cigarettle smoke, and sweat about him. The whole shop seemed to be full of smell, it was bad, but fortunately not overpoweringly so, still I felt the lack of hygiene about the man.
Samina was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting gypsy skirt, leaving her midriff bare.
The old man stood up and came around to us, shook my hand and put his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist. "What can I do for this pretty lady?" asked the man.
"I want a dance costume" replied Samina
"What kind of dance?" questioned the man.
"Oriental dance..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.
"What kind of dance?" he pressed.
"Belly dance..." said Samina shyly to the delight of the dirty old man.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, of course" said the man, "...belly, belly, belly!" he laughed.
He showed Samina to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously. She had the dancing costume on - she looked beautiful...her perfectly proportioned breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
"No...no...no!" grumbled the man, "This will not do at all...not at all..."
He walked over to us, roughly shoving me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Samina's costume much, much lower....so low that the top tendrils of her neatly trimmed black carpet of pubic hair almost peeked out! "You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped gruffly, adjusting her belt and getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
"Go on girl...." he grunted, "roll your nice little...belly...for me...show how you can dance!"
With that, Samina smiled wryly and slowly began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.
"Very good! Very good...you have learned well my dear girl!" The old man said to Samina, slapping her playfully and lecherously on the bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room...."but you are not truly relaxed. Put your hands behind you head and let me massage your belly for you!"
Samina was still smiling, heck she had a sparkle in her eyes. I think she was having fun thinking she was teasing the old man. She followed the man's instructions and stood there with her hands behind her pretty head, breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Samina's deep belly-button hole.
The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...he noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the costume and tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her pubes. But of course, I knew my place, stay quiet, unless Samina indicated otherwise. And at that moment she seemed to be anything close to upset, or mad at the ugly old man. So I decided to stand back and enjoy the show.
After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and stared at her large breasts. "Nice titties you have my girl...like big soft melons!" said the rude old man, "and fine fat nipples too, I'll be bound! You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me mischieviously.
"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your titties!" The old man thought she was looking at me for approval, when in fact all she was really doing was giving me the I-am-feeling-naughty look!
Samina sighed softly, and reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That seemed to be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest. Man could Samina pick them or what? I swear sometimes I wished she would be half as lucky when playing the lottery!
"Shake your titties for me so I can see what type of bra you will need!" the old man said, a wicked lascivious look plastered on his face.
Samina began to shake her shoulders, making her breasts wobble and bounce about like a pair of round jelly melons. I noticed a dark wet spot on the old man's long white shirt, way up above his paunch...right about at the point where the huge bulge ended. He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"What nice melons you have my girl!" he said, "I bet they'll make a lot of milk for your children one day...fine sucking nipples"
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands. Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Samina's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat ass, as if his was dry fucking my wife.
After a few seconds, he stopped and turned around and what I saw amazed me to this very day. In front of his fat, hairy stomach was a long fat cock that looked more at home on a horse! It was fat and ugly and dribbling pre-seed in a long thick rope-like trail, dangling from the end. I looked over at Samina, and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.
"Oh hi darling." she giggled at me, "I couldn't stop him...he was..." and then she laughed.
"What was he doing darling?" I asked jokingly. Hey I might as well enjoy myself a little too, and well the show thus far was not all that bad.
"He was...just... fucking my belly!" Samina laughed and looked at the large appendage sticking out of the old man's groin region.
Samina's willingness seemed to embolden the old man even more and by now as the man grew more demanding.
"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and maybe make a baby in your nice soft married belly!”
And then, to no ones amazement, Samina dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I loved her so much at that moment, knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Samina looked at me...smiled...mouthed the words "I love you" and then went over to a table, her breasts and ass jiggling and her belly quivering, sucked in for the man.
"My my...what a nice, clean bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.
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