Total Domination

This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's just a fetish. Saying that, I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with people. Everyone involved in the story is of the legal age, 18 years old or older.

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My name is Trevor Stevens. I'm a white man from Florida, 46, 6'3, well-built, short brown hair. I recently got married to an Indian woman named Priya. How we met and what happened in between are all very, very interesting tales.

I was invited by one of my employees, Rajesh, He and his family had moved from India just a year back. He's a pretty unremarkable man, a guy that can rub you the wrong way with his crooked look. I don't judge people by looks, so I wanted to get to know him. Though I quickly found out what kind of man he was, when he told me details of his family during the drive.

"Excuse my son, he's a bit stupid. My wife is more fat these days, I don't hope you mind eating with her."

Asshole was my first reaction, yet I bit my tongue. We got to the house, I got out the car and we walked to the house.

"If you don't like the food, I can always make her cook anything you want."

"No need," I said with a gritted smile.

I walked in and was amazed at the quality of his home. Two story house, excellent décor, plush carpeting, amazing entertainment set-up, looked like a home made for a king, yet it was occupied by a clown.

I saw his wife walk up to her husband. Immediately I was blown away by her. She was 5'8, taller than her husband, looked to be in her mid-thirties, had long black hair, a curvaceous build, tasty mocha brown skin, a beautiful face, juicy lips, large breasts and a juicy ass. The exact type of body we in the west have learned to covet, the J.Lo, Beyonce type-body we want our women to have, something to hold on to, a beautiful woman made for sexual pleasure. She was wearing a form-fitting shiny blue Indian dress.

I wanted to put him to his knees and make him eat his words: how dare he label her, such a sexy women, as "fat." I knew right away that he was probably too small to handle a real woman like her.

I approached her, put my hand out, she shook it with her delicate brown hands, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She was surprised by my candour.

"Hello, my name is Trevor."

"I'm Priya," she said in her Indian accent.

She looked at me with a coy expression.

I knew where I wanted her at the end of that night, I knew right away then what was going to happen: at the end of the night she and I would be in the nearest bedroom, having sex. Sounds insane, but I just knew I was taking her that night, and he was not going to do a thing about it.

He shouted at her rudely in his language. My resolve grew stronger. Knowing her husband was a total jerk made me even more motivated. The thought of me, a white man, with his beautiful Indian wife in his own bed was something that made me more excited than words can express. The interracial taboo of her culture forthright in my mind, knowing this would break so many of her cultural taboos, it made me hard in an instant.

"Your wife is very beautiful."

"Please, no need to be so polite, Sir," he said with a sly smile, as if I were joking with him.

I chose to ignore his existence for the rest of the night. I walked towards the kitchen. I saw her son in the lounge, I gave him a polite wave, he responded back.

I approached Priya in the kitchen, standing right beside her as she stirred the oven.

"Looks good."

"Oh thank you, I been working on it all day."

"I wasn't talking about the food," I said with a cheeky grin. Nothing better to break the ice than some cheesy interplay.

She giggled shyly, "Oh funny."

"I wasn't joking," I said seriously, "You're gorgeous."

"Please," she said while blushing.

Not wanting to come across too strong right away, I asked a basic question.

"So where you from Priya."

"Mumbai, originally."

"Ah, so when did you marry Rajesh?"

"When I was very young..."

"I see..."

"We met through family, it was all arranged," she said glumly.

"So how you like America, how long you been here?"

"Over a year, we like it a lot. The culture is very different but we adjust."

"Ah yes, more free willing here, I bet?"

"Yes, women dress so much differently."

"Yes that is true...I think that American-style would suit you, Priya."

She blushed again. "Oh please, I don't have the figure."

"Oh you do! You're a real sexy woman, Priya. In the west we really admire a woman with a solid, curvy figure like yourself."

She blushed some more. "Really? My friends say that here, but my husband don't agree."

I moved a step closer. "Excuse me if this is too harsh: your husband is wrong."

"Oh?" I piqued her interest.

"I work with him; I know what kinda man he is. I'm very surprised he has a wife such as yourself, you're far too good for him."

She continued to stir her pot, lowering her voice. "Please you mustn't say that."

I made my move. I put myself right infront of her, swiped aside her shiny scarf, then put my hand on her bare hip.

"I know I'd be proud to have you as my woman."

I knew what she was thinking when she saw that bulge: is this white man bigger than my husband? I can't speak for all white men or Indian men, but in this case: yes, I was -- significantly. I had 9 reasons why she needed to be with me that night, right there in my pants. I made it noticeable: I had my tight pants on. My hard-on was rubbing against her ever-so-gently.

"I, I --"

"Don't answer. Just think...I'll go help your son with the table." I grabbed the near-by plates and left. Leaving her with those thoughts, I knew what the result would be.

I saw her son fixing up the table. I helped him set the plates.

"Hey I'm Trevor, your dad's boss."

"Hello, Sir," he replied polity, also speaking in an accent. He was around 5'6, slim build, light brown skin, black hair.

"So, you like it here in America?"

"Yes Sir. Everything's great, all great, expect for..." he grumbled, then looked over at his dad who was sitting on the couch.

"Too strict?" I asked.

"Yeah, and stupid."

"I'm surprised your mother married someone like him."

"Lots of people say that, all my friends comment on how pretty my mom is. They think she's so good-looking"

"Guess he's the lucky one, huh?"

"Him?" he had a confused expression on his face, "I don't think he has the size for a woman like my mother."

"You should show him more respect though," I said trying to sound politically correct, though fully agreeing with him.

"To him? I'll show respect to a man like you, but never him. He believes in teaching with the belt and shoe, he has no intelligence. He treats me and mom like dirt, he believes following tradition is more important than being a happy family. He's a pathetic father."

I was impressed by her son's attitude. He understood what was going on around him and showed proper respect to me. I was also surprised with how open he was. Knowing he hated his father made it better for me: I knew humbling his father would give her son some satisfaction too.

"Sorry Sir," he said while looking down. "I spoke out of line."

I patted him on the shoulder, "No problem. What's your name?"

"Ravinder."

I smiled at him. I looked at the table and saw there was a chair at the head of the table. That really pissed me off. From where I'm from, all the chairs were lined up together, there was no one lone chair signifying a leader. To show that man a lesson, I pulled up the chair and sat at the head of the table.

"Umm, that's my dad's seat."

"Well I'm the guest and his boss. Don't worry, Son. He won't say a word to me."

He grinned. "Cool, very cool."

"Dinner's ready," shouted Priya.

She walked into the dining area, surprised at where I sat myself. She nodded to me and smiled.

Her husband walked by, not saying a word, and sat to the left of me, his wife to the right, and her son next to her.

She laid out the food, we began to eat. Rajesh tried starting up a conversation.

"So, ahem, Mr. Stevens --"

"This food is delicious, Priya," I deliberately ignored him and set my sights on his wife.

"Oh, thank you."

I put my hand on her leg, giving it a nice, gentle squeeze. I was staking my territory.

She cleared her throat. "So, ahem, Trevor, please tell us about yourself."

"Well I'm forty-six now, actually looking to settle down, yes I'm unmarried. I head an I.T department at work, pretty tough job, I always go home to my little apartment so tired. Oh did I tell you I'm sleeping over?"

Her husband looked shocked; he was going to say something before I but-in.

"Yes, he kindly gave me that offer." I looked at him and gave a slight glare, "That right?"

He looked down and mumbled, "Yes."

Priya nudged closer. "That's wonderful. Please, keep talking about yourself."

"Umm, well, I grew up here. Four brothers, all married. I'm not a fanatic but I like to go to the gym, stay fit."

"Oh I can see that," she said with a giggle.

"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 rest of the night could be called a rinse-and-repeat session: I plowed that Indian pussy from 10 till 5. In between fuck session, I walked out the bedroom, naked, sweating, cum dripping of my cock, went in the kitchen, opened the fridge and cracked open some cold ones. As I chugged those down, getting myself ready for more action with that tasty Indian babe of mine, I saw her husband in the living room, sleeping on the couch, I didn't give him a second look.

Being the gentlemen I am, I grabbed some water for Priya, and went back upstairs. She took this time-out to quickly clean herself up. As I saw her fully nude in the bathroom, spitting out mouthwash, it dawned on me that I had fully taken over the house. It was my domain, no question, she was mine, the bedroom was mine, all of it. As a white man who had taken an Indian wife, humbled her husband and subdued her son, I felt very proud -- and immensely turned-on by the whole situation.

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The next morning: 8:30am

I awoke to see my Indian woman, cummed out, sheets covered in cum stains and her juices, her lying down on her stomach, her ass on show. I gave her a friendly tap on the butt.

"Hey, Priya," I said with the biggest grin.

She looked at me, all bleary-eyed, yet beaming from ear-to-ear. "Hello, Trevor. Last night was wonderful, thank you."

"No need to thank me, I loved it, the sex was amazing. I'm just gonna go shower --" before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip.

"No, please, let me join you."

"Hmm great idea."

We walked to the shower, both naked. She led me to their great walk-in shower area. I stepped in, the hot water poured down on me instantly. Then, she got on her knees, grabbed some soap and began rubbing my legs.

"Oh no need for that," I said polity yet loving the idea of this Indian woman rubbing me down in the shower.

"Please, I want to. It makes me feel proud doing this for a man such as yourself. I'm grateful to have a man like you. I take pleasure in pleasing you in everyway." If she didn't already sound like the perfect woman to me, she did just then.

"Hmm I appreciate it. Don't think this will be the last you see of me, I will be back. I'll speak to your son too, I'll explain it all to him."

"Oh thank you. I was going to ask but I didn't want to impose on you."

"It's fine, I want to do it." Telling her Indian son that I had taken his mother was something I looked forward to doing. "Your husband will not be a problem, you got my word."

"Thank you." She rubbed soap on my cock and balls with precise detail. She then turned around and worked on my ass, back and chest. I couldn't hold it in any longer: I grabbed her ass and began making-out with her. I got her against the glass, shoved my cock in, lifted her up and did her military style.

"I hope this is ok?"

"It's, ohh, it's great. I know I man like you needs your morning release. Why not be clean and have both?"

I gave her a long, hard lingering kiss. "You're a great woman, Priya."

"Thank you," she said while blushing and groaning.

*

After getting my 'morning release', I sat down at the table, next to her son. His mom was in the kitchen, wearing a blue bathrobe, beaming proudly with an irremovable smile on her face.

"Hey Son. You good this morning?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

"I don't need to explain last night, I'm sure you heard," I said with a sly smile.

"I heard..."

"I wanted to speak with you man-to-man, since it would not be right if your mother explained. Now this may seem like a strange situation, but when explained in context, there is nothing wrong about it. I gave your mother the offer of sex, now there is nothing wrong with that. Your father did nothing about it, in your mother's mind, it was right for her to give me, a tired, weary hard-working man of high status, some sexual relief in the master bedroom. So me and your mother then had sex, as I had earned it and was deserving of this honour. You heard it, we were loud, yes, but that's how sex goes, when it's good its loud, you must've heard it before with your parents?"

He shook his head. "No, never like that."

"Well, with me and your mom, it will be like that and it will be like that again as I will be coming back. To you she is your mother; to me she is a highly attractive, great woman that I am with. If you hear us have sex, that is nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural, it's a good thing, you should be proud of your mother, she's performing her sexual duties well and very proudly, she made me a very happy man."