Total Domination

I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a stern look. "Ok, I'm going to say this once, it has to be said and I mean nothing bad by this. You have no say in who your mother has sex with, you must respect our relationship, even if you don't like me, you must respect me. I expect nothing less."

He nodded his head. "I understand Sir, fully...w-when I heard you and my mother, I was stunned at first, but hearing how much pleasure you gave her, what noises you made from her: I highly respect you as a man. I know I have no say in the matter, but I want you to know that I think you're more than worthy of my mother, Sir. I also greatly appreciate how you stood up to my father, you have my deepest thanks."

To hear him thank me for having sex with his Indian mother was something I really liked hearing. "Good, very good. Now, with me gone, you're in charge, keep your dad in line, he does anything, you let me know? Your mother is my women, so I'm protecting you, you understand?"

"Fully! Thank you Sir, I saw Dad last night, I was laughing at him. He gets out of line, I let you know."

"Good, no need to be so formal too. Your level of respect is admirable, keep it up...so you got no problem with the race thing, me being white, your mother Indian?"

"None at all, I greatly appreciate your world view. You have my highest respect, Sir."

"Thanks, well got to get going," I patted him on the shoulder, gave one look to her husband, then got in his car. He then drove me to work. During the drive, I could've bragged about how great his wife was, how little he appreciated her, but after all the humiliation he'd been through, he'd been punished enough. I didn't say a word, he knew what the situation would be from then on. Besides, it was not my style. As you could tell, I'm a take charge guy, I let my actions do the talking, I didn't need to be aggressive, I just did what felt natural.

*

Now, we skip forward three months to let you see how much change happened in a short amount of time.

I opened the door, and entered inside my newly-official home. Yes: things only got better for me after meeting Priya. I got an even better paying job, moved into her home, then brought Rajesh out the house. He was gone: I was in.

I saw Priya there, in more westernized white tank top and tight blue jeans. She came over to me and gave me a kiss.

"Hmm, good to see you too," I grabbed her ass as we kissed. She'd become slightly more toned due to the long sex session we had, but still kept that figure I loved so much.

Her son ran up to me too. "Hey, Dad." He started calling me Dad as an ironic kinda thing, at first to piss off his dad, but the name stuck.

"Hey Son, Rajesh gone?"

"Yeah, didn't help him though, had better things to do."

I ruffled his hair, "That's my boy!"

"Dinner will be ready soon, ok?"

"Thanks Babe." I kissed her again, in full-view of her son. She smiled and walked away.

Since it was my house, and since it was so hot, I did what I'd do in my own place. I took my shirt off, trousers, socks, shoes and walked around in just my boxer shirts. I was definitely the highest authority in the house.

"Hey Son, mind putting my clothes in the washer again?"

"Sure," he grabbed them and put them in.

I sat on the cushion, switching around the TV channels, then I had my dinner, I put a shirt on when eating, not a slob or anything, then the three of us sat around the living room, me, Priya and Son on his laptop.

After dinner, I was tired, I need some relief. I lifted up my erect cock, pushed aside the opening and revealed the tip of my cock. Priya saw it and knew what she needed to do: she knew she needed to give her man some gentle relief. She bent her head down and began licking the tip of my cock like it was an ice cream cone. Son was right there, though his back was to us. He stayed quiet; he knew his mother was doing her rightful duty. She knew she was humbling herself in front of her son, but also knew that showing submission to her man gave her son a great father-figure to look up to.

I stopped her when I got to the point of cumming, I planned to build that load for the bedroom, plus the game was on. Priya was always a sharp woman, one time, I was switching channels and stopped at a women's beach volleyball game, she saw my hard-on grow and without me even asking, she put her hand on my cock and jerked me off good.

When it got to around eleven, I whispered in Priya's ear, "Think it's time I went to bed."

She immediately stood up and went to the bathroom to get ready.

I looked over at Son and said, "I think it's time you took that with you to your room."

"Sure thing, Dad." He happily went into his bedroom. I feel he needs to go to the bedroom the same time I do, because it teaches him respect and order. He understands fully and goes along with my house orders. As Priya finished up in the shower, I waited downstairs, ready for my manly duty.

After I heard the bedroom door close, I knew she was there, naked, waiting. I went into the bathroom, got naked, clean, dried myself off, then walked in fully nude: ready to own her brown ass. It felt so right: strong hard-working white man, ready to take his Indian woman. With her ex, she did the bare minimum, giving him limp quick sex every fortnight or so, but with me she aimed to go above and beyond, pleasuring her man in a most fitting way. She took immense pride in serving a man like me.

I didn't say a word, I know her kinks, I know what she wants, she knows what I want. I grab her by the hips, pulled her in close and began kissing her on the lips. I know she majorly gets off on me being the dominant white man, taking what he wants from his Indian woman; we both get off on that. I rub my fingers on her newly westernized waxed vagina, no permissions needed, rubbing my fingers into her quivering pussy lips. I gently pushed her on the bed, spread her legs open and stuck my 9 inches in (only bareback for me), that day I wanted it hard and fast, so I pumped myself into her at a quick pace.

I got close to her ear and whispered, "You like that white cock, bitch?"

"Hmm you know I do."

She likes it when I talk to her that way, it turns her on. The fantasy of a big strong white man owning her Indian pussy was one she had for a long while, I took great pleasure in playing that role to the fullest.

"You're a proud white-only slut aren't ya?"

"Hmmm, yes I am, so much."

"Well you're built for the pleasure of a white man like me, so enjoy it!"

"Yes, yes oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I cummed deep inside her, then lay out on the bed, rubbing myself for another go.

An idea sparked into my head. "Priya, how would you like it if I said: 'Bitch, bedroom, now' in the living room before we have sex?"

"Hmmmm I love it Trevor."

"Good, get used to it." I grabbed her hand and got her rubbing my cock. "Tell me all the things that turn you on about us, that will get me rock hard."

"Oh, I just love how you came to this house, saw me, decided you wanted me and had me, hmm, your sexy white man body is so sexy, you make love to me so well, hmm, not just that, how you took over, made everything better, Son looks at you like you are his father, so impressive, winning his respect like that, seeing my boy with his white father, hmmmm! Yes! Knowing he has a strong father figure, hmmm, knowing he can hear his Indian mother be taken by his white father, ohhh I love that, he knows you're the man and can hear it too, oh yes, oh yes!"

All that talk had got me instantly hard, "Yes. You just wait till the wedding, I'm making sure to invite all my single white friends. You bring the unsatisfied Indian women, mass Indian and white interracial sex."

She rubbed her clit as I told her this. "That will make me so excited to see: Indian women giving themselves to white men, I can't wait."

*

After the white wedding, with her in an apt white wedding dress and me in a suit, we were at the reception, where the real fun was to begin. I encouraged my white friends to hit up conversations with any good looking Indian women they saw. Me and the wife (I can say that now) sat and watched all the interracial flirting take place. We were touching each other behind the table.

We saw a slim, very pretty young Indian woman flirting with my cousin Tim. He towered over here, kneeling down to whisper into her ear, she was blushing and grinning widely. She ran over to her mom and dad and said something to them.

I saw her father hand her a condom, she had a sour look on her face when she held it, she then threw it on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I'm having sex with a white man, your size won't fit him! God! Mom, I came for you, he has a friend that wants to meet you," she dragged her beaming mom by the arm, leaving the father there by himself. We later saw mother and daughter both walk out with their white lovers.

Priya got very excited when she saw her sister Sunita getting hit-on by my best friend Mark. Mark and Sunita hit it off so well that we later saw them in the corner of the hall, sharing light-kisses. The hotel was going to be loud, we knew that. All in all we must have seen half-a-dozen white/Indian couples made that night. We both got very turned-on seeing those traditionally-dressed Indian women going off with white men.

When the reception was winding down, Son approached me with a concerned expression. Standing a little behind him was his cousin, Sanjay, who is the son of Sunita.

"Sorry to bother you Dad, but Sanjay's mom told me that Sanjayth has to stay in my hotel room tonight because she's taking that white man to her room, is it ok if he stays in my room?"

"Oh sure thing, Son!" I said with a beaming smile. I dug into my pocket and gave him a handful of dollar notes, "Should be enough there if you have to pay extra, if not use that money, treat yourself, you earned it Son."

"Thank you Dad."

"Not a problem, Son. Also, let your cousin know that his mother is getting a great white lover, I know the man she's with very well," I nudged closer and said in a hushed tone, "Tell him why he should be happy about this, tell him to be nice to his mother's new man, ok?"

"Got you. Thanks again Dad." He walked over to his cousin, showing him the money I gave him. Afterwards me and the wife went in the limo and went to the hotel.

When we got to our hotel room at 5pm, my wife took of her dress to show her all-white bridal lingerie ensemble, with a lacy bra, thong and stockings.

"White looks best on you," I said standing fully naked.

"Yes, it always has. Now, it's official."

"Yes, everyone will know that Priya Patel-Stevens is an Indian woman that takes white cock." I walked over to her and kissed her while putting my hands on her ass. I then took her underwear off, got her on the bed and did my best to break it as I plowed the fuck out of my sexy Indian wife.

In the evening, I went down to the bar. I saw my cousin Tim and his friend Greg, both had gotten themselves an Indian woman.

"I'm buying," said Tim. "You hooked me up that tight flexible horny fucking chick I got in my bedroom, I have to thank you."

"Same for me," said Greg, "I got that chick's mom, she's so wants it, I can't believe how much she does. They both right now in the shower, cleaning each other up, talking about the huge cocks they had! Never met women so eager."

"Yeah, Greg. Best thing is, since they mother and daughter, they live in the same house, so I can hang with my pal while I fuck her."

We clinked glasses in celebration. Being with fellow white guys that took Indian women as their own was a huge turn-on for me.

"Well. keep us updated, me and the wife love knowing that needy Indian women are getting the extra inches they need from guys like us."

"I'll drink to that!" they both said happily.

*

Up next was what I was looking most forward to: the honeymoon. We decided to go an Indian beach resort, located in the town of Goa, a place where many of her countrymen and women could see my Indian wife flaunting her body, with me there, her white husband right next to her. We brought along Son with us too, I knew he would appreciate seeing his mother's fine form in a bikini. I figured he would find his mom to be hot, hell I would in his shoes, I let Priya know this, but, quite frankly, what her son thought of her was not going to stop her being sexy. As long as he behaved and showed proper respect to his father, that was all that mattered.

We got to the beach resort and saw all sorts of men and women look at my wife, her wearing just a cream bikini-top with bikini-bottoms that were riding into her ass. Her walking confidently, with me, wearing my nut-hugger shorts, by her side, proud of her body that was toned in part to repeated injections of white cock. Son was right behind us, red-faced yet happy.

A fully-covered one-piece and sarong wearing Indian woman whispered something to my wife in their language; my wife turned around and replied loudly. The women glared and walked off.

"What she say?"

"Well, she basically said 'so shameful, Indian mother showing off with a white man like that', I replied, 'don't be jealous, you should see his cock.'"

"That's my girl!" I grabbed her by the ass and kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled and then sat on one of the lounge chairs. I went up to her son to see how he was doing.

"Hey Son, you doing ok?"

"I'm doing great, Dad."

"Not ashamed at all or anything."

"No, Dad," he replied firmly, "I am in fact proud of you both, greatly. I know how great of a man you are, seeing you two together and hearing you be such a great man with her in the bedroom, all of that gives me much respect for you as my father. I agree with Mom, people who disapprove are jealous and I like it, I like that envy."

"Thank, Son...you gotta admit though, your mother looks good."

"Yes, I like that she shows off more, I like that she has more confidence... She tells me she's a wife first, a mother second, I really like that, her priorities are right. She should take care of your needs first, as you are the man."

"Yes that is right, Son. Good that you understand." I patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to my woman

"Man-to-man talk?" she asked.

"Yes, he understands fully, he is a great son."

"He is proud to have a strong white father like you to look up to. I think it's good he gets to see his Indian mother with her white husband, it lets him know who's in charge, he should know his mother is a woman too, he should have some distance from his mother, he should be closer to his father, which he is. You're teaching him to be a man by showing him how you treat his mother."

I rubbed her leg. "Yes, exactly, and it never hurts from him to see me in charge, reinforce that fact to him. Now turn over babe."

She turned around; I grabbed some lotion and lewdly began rubbing her back and legs with it, paying special attention to her ass. Some looked in shock, most looked in delight. Indian husbands made their wives move along quick, not wanting my western influence to entice them away.

This was not my first trip to Goa, I'd taken quite a few Indian women to my bedroom before, married and unmarried, it never mattered, there was no issue, when I saw them, I decided where I'd fuck them. But my bachelor days were over, I was older, more weary, had a job requiring me to work crazy hours, I needed a woman to fuck with ease in the bedroom each night, and I had gotten that. I was also so glad that I had a woman that shared my desire for Asian fem/white male sex, so much so she openly flaunted her acceptance of a white man making love to her each and every night.

We lay there in the sun, taking in the surroundings, me giving friendly solidarity nods to every interracial couple I saw. After relaxing for a bit, we all went to see the gym. I hit some weights while Priya stood around. Females stood and watched me, when they did, Priya went over to them and gloated about her strong white husband. As Priya was still in her bikini, men came trying to hit up conversations with her, but when she pointed out her husband, they quickly scurried off. Son was there too. After a quick hop in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed two more. I tossed them to my wife and son.

"Come, let's go to the steam room."

They agreed, and put the towels on. Priya took her bikini off with the towel wrapped around her; I saw Son's face go red. We handed him her bikini, my shorts and put them in a bag, we then handed that bag to Son. He took his shorts off too.

When we got in, me and the wife looked at each other, then both took our towels off. We didn't see the logic in being clothed in a steam room -- well, that's our excuse anyway. There was no one else there besides two elderly men who sat in the back. Son was behind us, he looked in shock at our naked backsides. We sat on the north side bench, Son sat next to us on the left, he also took his towel off. He looked in amazement at his mother's large juicy breasts; saliva was dripping from his mouth.

I put my big white paw on her brown breast and gave it a good squeeze; her son looked stoically as I did this. Men grope their wives, so Priya saw no problem with me showing affection. I used my free hand to open her legs, I wanted her son to know if his mother was shaved or not. She was -- for my benefit.

I then held her chin, faced her face towards mine and gave her a strong powerful deep kiss. I respected and liked Son, but I wanted him to see firsthand his Indian mother was mine, and she in turn was proud to put me first.

I was horny as fuck at that point, so I stood up, and said, "So Son we going to our hotel room, see you later."

His mom waved bye at him like nothing had happened -- she was so comfortable being nude that she didn't even notice she was naked.

He smiled and mumbled bye as he handed me the card, his legs were closed as he was hiding his giant hard-on.

As we were walking out, I wanted to give Son one final treat. I got behind her and gave her a loud, wet, hard slap to her sexy brown ass, with sweat flying as soon as I touched it. It was a strong visual reminder for Son that I, a white man, owned his mother's brown ass.

We put our towels on and walked over to the hotel, bare-footed and barely clothed. Indian men were checking out my wife's ass and tits. While the men leered at her, the Indian women were checking me out; they were visibly impressed by my toned body. We could feel the envy -- and we loved it. I loved that everyone in that lobby knew we'd be having hot interracial sex, knowing some of the men were jealous that I'd taken one of 'their' women for my sexual needs.

I groped her while we were in the elevator, got to our floor, I swiped the card, ripped open the door and stuck my dick in her before we hit the bed.

I pumped her good and hard, growling like an animal with its prey, devouring my Indian wife's trim pussy with my large white cock. I got her on the middle of the bed and gave her rough kisses on her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I grunted loudly.

Then, all of a sudden, a short, tight-bodied Indian maid, complete with outfit, walked into the room. She was wearing her headphones so she didn't hear us. She saw us and screamed. She may have slowed me down for a millisecond, but I just kept on fucking, because nothing gets in the way of my sex time. Priya grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss, kinda like she was saying to the woman, "this is my white man, be jealous!"

The woman was frozen for a few seconds, possibly turned-on by what she was watching. She then ran out and closed the door. That encounter just got us more horny, I plowed faster, faster, my heart racing, harder, harder, harder, she was screaming right in my ear, all I could hear was her orgasmic screams, I went harder, harder, till I couldn't hold it in. I cummed the most I ever did right inside her.