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Samir and Anita had got married after a brief courtship. He was a 6-foot, 26-year-old, confident young man, with a gym-honed body and a smiling visage. His wife was an equally tall, stunning, 23-year old, athletic type who loved swimming and riding a Harley in a leather outfit.
Their honeymoon week at the Ananda spa in the Himalayas was one of unbridled passion and lust. She loved to tease him and showed signs that she would be the dominant partner in their lovemaking. When she came out of the hotel pool after a swim in her tiny two-piece, he could barely resist fucking her at the pool-side itself. She knew his desperation but got him to give her a sensuous oil massage in the room before he was allowed to her.
On their way back home after the debauched week, Anita got a call with the wonderful news that she had been selected to train at the national police academy. After the year-long training in a city a thousand miles away from home, she would return to begin an exciting career as a mid-level police officer. But tinged with this happiness was the realization that she wouldn’t be able to see her Samir for the year.
While packing her bags, she decided to borrow Samir’s large duffel. Within, she found a few female muscle magazines, those that have pictures of sexy muscular women and female bodybuilders and incidentally contain tips on how to build those muscles. Intrigued, Anita asked samir if he liked women with muscles; he gave a shifty smile and tried to evade the question. Anita smilingly gave him the magazines and told him, “these will keep you company while I’m away.” but behind the comment, an idea was germinating in Anita’s mind.
The year passed quickly. Samir was away for a few months to Singapore on work and caught up with Anita over frequent phone calls and the occasional skype conversation. A thought struck him that she looked a little heavier of late but he passed it off as a distortion of the video transmission.
Finally, it was time for her to return. Anita told him not to come to the airport as she was being given a ride home in a police car. Samir opened the door the moment the doorbell rang and his jaw dropped. He saw a big built woman in police uniform her biceps bulging from the weight of the two heavy duffels in her hands. The well-fitting khaki colored shirt and trousers outlined her well-defined muscles. With her cap and the regulation four-inch heeled dark brown calf length boots, she made a commanding presence. She dropped her bags and embraced samir in a bear hug and lustfully kissed him, their tongues exploring each other greedily after the long hiatus.
Samir was still in a daze when Anita told him that she would have a shower and change out of her uniform into something more comfortable.
After what seemed an eternity, Samir heard her calling him to their bedroom. Entering, he was mesmerized. There was Anita, in a skimpy, two-piece, dark brown leather bikini; her feet encased in the same police boots and exuding a raw sexuality. Her physique, barely covered by the two pieces of leather was a finely chiseled body of solid muscle, of big biceps, firm tits, ripped abs, tight ass, and thick legs. “like it?” she asked, “as good as your magazine girls?” samir could only gawk and had a sensation of his manhood rising to the occasion. “I trained hard for the last one year, to give you what you only dreamed about.” Samir fell to his knees, wrapped his hands around her and began to furiously kiss her legs, ass, and thighs.
Anita looked amused by Samir’s ardor and ruffled his hair patronizingly. “how about giving me an oil massage? That way you can explore my new bod fully.” Samir nodded, but Anita had more to say. “before that, I want you to know that from now you’re my batman and you have a few duties to perform as a police officer’s servant. First, one being to polish my shoes.” Samir couldn’t believe it; polish his wife’s shoes? Anita saw his reluctance; she pushed him down roughly so that he was now prostrate before her. Her one foot was now below his mouth and the other on his head pressing it onto the leather. “you’ll have to lick my shoes clean if you don’t want to polish them.”
Samir got the message. Under fresh orders from his wife, he stripped completely, got the shoe cream and the brush and began to polish her shoes as she sat on the chair and him on the floor. His long prick was now aching; Anita smilingly teased his cock with one boot while he was polishing the other, enjoying the scene of her husband at her feet, preparing to degrade himself to savor her body. Once the boots were polished to a fine sheen, she bade him remove them and kiss her feet. She was then ready for the oil massage.
Samir’s wildest fantasies were coming true. He could scarcely believe that he was massaging the body of a muscle woman and that too his wife. He started with her neck, went down to her back, onto her ass and lastly to her legs. His hands kneaded her sinewy muscles, slowly and sensually, now glistening with oil. Anita turned over and exposed her shaven pussy to him. He oiled her clit, her thighs, her erect nipples atop her boobs and her feet. Polish her shoes? He was prepared to lick the floor she walked on for an experience like this.
His member was rock hard and when she took it in her hands an electric shock passed through him. She gently rubbed oil on his cock, took it between her round tits and massaged it with firm rhythmic strokes. Samir could not take it any more and she knew that she had brought him to the edge. Anita put him on the bed, straddled him and thrust his throbbing cock into her tight pussy and began to ride him; slowly at first, gradually increasing the momentum. Samir exploded into her at the same instant she orgasmed; Anita collapsed on him with a mighty heave of her body almost breaking his ribs.
Samir’s batman duties were scheduled for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. Anita would wear the brown leather bikini ensemble beneath her uniform and when she returned from work samir, in the nude, would undress her, polish her shoes and then massage her legs. After that, he had to iron her uniform to a crisp crease.
Sometimes Anita would be displeased with her batman’s work; Samir would get a stinging rap on his ass with her baton. On the days she was especially happy with him, she would take him to new heights of sexual delight. Samir realized that he was now not merely her servant but had graduated to being her sex slave, waiting to please her, willing to be humiliated, all for his cock’s ephemeral pleasure.
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