The girls’ applause and cheers echoed through the restaurant, perfectly punctuating our ceremonial lovemaking. We kissed with massive smiles plastered on our faces, never wanting the moment to end.

Amanda pushed down on my shoulders and stood up, her legs shaky. I got up and steadied her before I stuffed myself back into my pants. She clung to me and I to her as we walked, and held each other as one. No rice was thrown at us as we stepped towards the exit, but the love in the air was palpable. I opened the door for her and saw a limousine on the curb in front of the restaurant.

After she walked through the door, I ran to open the limo door for her, and helped her sit inside before I took my place beside her. I shut the door, and she curled into me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The limo carried us through the night; in that portentous moment, the city's lights had never shone brighter. I was Atlas and she was the Universe as she rested her majestic head on my shoulder. My soul was emboldened by her righteous burden of love, and I was replete with a sense of predetermination–she was my higher calling.

When we arrived at Amanda’s house I opened the door, clambered out, and held out my hand for her. She, with the grace of an angel, took my hand and stepped out of the limo. We walked hand in hand up the pathway and she unlocked the door before we walked inside, and she pulled me to the bedroom.

“Again?” I asked, still recovering from our exhibition bout.

She laughed merrily.

“Maybe once we get settled on the plane.” She flashed her copper eyes.

I blushed bright red, and she kissed me on the cheek.

“Let’s get changed. Wear something comfortable.” She instructed me.

I nodded. “Is everything else packed already?”

She gestured to three large black suitcases.

“Hell yeah.” I muttered.

I walked into the adjoining closet and found my clothes taking up roughly a quarter of the space, neatly arranged and hung up. I rummaged around and found my favorite gym shirt and shorts, then a pair of athletic shoes, and got dressed quickly.

When I exited, I realized I had left Amanda sitting on the bed.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

I dropped to my knees before her, and slipped her perfect feet out of her white heels.

“Thank you, love.” She wiggled her long toes and I briefly lost focus.

I stood and helped her off the bed, then she spun around. I found the zipper located at her neck, grabbed it, then slid it down her back. She shrugged the wedding dress off her shoulders, revealing the white lace bra and panties underneath.

I shimmied it down her body, breathing heavily, caressing her gently, reverently, and almost afraid to touch the woman I could graciously call my wife. Her creamy skin was warm and tingled at my touch. I was fully erect again, and it tented my shorts and played against her supple ass cheeks.

She craned her head up against my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

“We’re going to be late.”

“R- right.” I stuttered.

I composed myself, knelt down, collected the wedding dress at her feet, and she stepped out of it. I hung it by the shoulders on a hanger and draped it across the bed while Amanda took off her bra and panties.

She traded the white for black and slipped on one of her comfortable bras, a pair of boyshort panties, and a simple t-shirt. She was hauntingly beautiful and I stared at her ass peeking out of the bottom of the shirt, my mouth open.

How does she make a cheap black shirt look just as good as a whole-ass wedding dress?

She stepped into the closet and came back out with a gray pair of leggings that deceptively looked like business slacks. She hiked them up her thighs and wiggled them over her ass before she noticed me staring.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “You’re hard from watching me put clothes on?”

All I could do was nod.

“Good boy.”

I stood up and displayed what I thought about that, she giggled, and then patted it playfully.

“Let’s go.”

She led and I followed, carrying two of the suitcases behind her. We rolled them to the limo and the driver fit them in the spacious trunk for us. Soon we were in the back seat, holding each other as we watched the streets fly by.

When we arrived at the airport we had to hurry to catch the flight. We made it just in time, and were stuffed together in economy class. I didn’t mind it at all, being the first time I’d ever been on a plane, but I could tell Amanda was annoyed.

I didn’t know if she was overwhelmed, overstimulated, or just didn’t like being around people, but I held her hand all the same. I squeezed it, and she laid her head on my shoulder peacefully.

I thought the plane we were on was taking us straight to Mexico, and I was incorrect. After an hour or so, we touched back down, landing at a much, much bigger airport. When we departed, Amanda led me to a large, exclusive lounge within the airport that required a gold pass to enter. She flashed the attendant who nodded us inside.

It was extravagant, to say the least. There were around twenty people inside, mostly older men in suits, and several stunning women. All the men glanced at Amanda, and all the women gazed greedily at me.

“You can fuck them if you want to.” She whispered.

“What?” I whispered back as we walked to the bar.

“That’s what they’re here for.” She replied.

“No, I’m- I’m okay.” I declined the offer as I pulled out a stool for her.

“Good decision.” She beamed at me.

“Oh, a test, huh?” I teased as I sat down next to her.

“Maybe.” She grinned. “You passed.”

“What would you do if I failed?”

She shrugged.

“Kill you.”

Oh good heavens.

My cock flooded with blood, and it weighed thick between my legs. I stared down at it with wide eyes, and she noticed as well.

“Really?!” She giggled, covering her mouth.

“Yup.” I nodded slowly. “I’m, apparently, into that.”

“What am I going to do with you?” She drawled.

“Just, uh-“ I looked up at her, wholly in love. I shrugged. “Kill me.”

She rested her hand on my thigh, surging my cock again.

“I’ll suck the life force out of you to stay young, making you look fifty when you’re thirty.” She said, sultry and demanding.

“How.” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“With my pussy.” Her eyes glimmered.

I clasped my hands together and propped my elbows on the bar, and lowered my head.

“What are you doing?”

“Praying.”

“You’re not religious!” She countered.

“I am now.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhm. I practice the Gospel of Amanda.”

She giggled delightfully and moved her hand to rest on my cock. The bartender walked over while it rested heavy in my lap, and she ordered us drinks. I played with her hand, twitching my stiff dick up and down, hoping she would notice.

She did, and gave it a squeeze back. I grinned at her as the bartender gave us our drinks, and took a sip.

We relaxed at the bar, openly playing and flirting to the patrons envy for an hour before Amanda checked her phone, and we left to deposit our baggage. This time, we boarded much quicker and sat in the luxurious first class.

I was astounded to find that we didn’t even have seats.

Our receptacle was in a dark-lit aisle of the plane with four, low, false walls and a large bed in the center. I couldn’t wrap my head around how it fit in the plane, but I supposed that without multiple seats taking up space, it was certainly possible. I swung out the door and Amanda gracefully climbed onto the mattress, lounged on top of the gray sheets, and propped her elbow up on the pillow.

She patted the bed next to her.

“C’mere, big boy.”

I smiled and climbed in with her. I curled against her and rested my head, weary from the excitement of traveling. She kissed my forehead and pulled me into her chest, wrapping her arms around me. I nearly fell asleep as we waited, but before long an attendant made her rounds and asked if we needed anything, to which Amanda sweetly denied.

The attendant rattled the door latch. After she confirmed that it was secure, she walked back down the aisle. We felt the plane take off a short while later. Once we made altitude the lights dimmed even further, nearly pitch black.

Amanda abruptly scrambled to pull her suit leggings and panties off. She laid on her back and forcefully pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs wide.

“Fuck me, but you have to be quiet.” She whispered in my ear.

I dropped my hips down and rubbed my cock, still in my shorts, on her pussy. She purred, reached down my body, and shoved them down my ass. My cock flopped down onto her lips and I felt how slick she was. I looked down, angled it at her entrance and pushed.

I grunted softly as I opened her, and she gasped lightly into my ear.

“Be a good boy and fuck mommy.”

I thrusted hard into her, shoving her ass into the bed. I fucked her tenderly, as to not make noise, but deliberately, and with power. I wanted her to feel all of me as I felt all of her. Her walls clenched around my cock, squeezing it relentlessly. Her hands roamed up my chest, then grabbed the chain around my neck and pulled my head down for a kiss. I moaned into her mouth, tasting her tongue and teeth until she broke free and pushed my chest back up.

“We’re at high altitude so I have to be careful.” She whispered as she peered up at me with desire.

She raised her hands to my throat and applied gentle pressure, squeezing away the blood flow to my brain. I closed my eyes and fucked her hard.

“Kill me, Mommy.” I muttered.

“Cum for me. Cum for Mommy!” She whispered urgently as her strong velvet hands enclosed around my throat.

I was so close, the lack of oxygen making me lightheaded, the sensitivity in my cock pulsing, yet I slowed my pace, not able to reach orgasm. I frowned, upset.

Amanda knew exactly what I needed.

She let one hand go and snatched her panties, then forced them into my mouth with two fingers. She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck then strangled me harder than ever and pulled my face down as she wrapped her legs around my hips. She locked her feet together and brought her lips to my ear.

“I’m gonna fucking murder you.”

I flooded her, filling her up and she came along with me, her pussy contracting with every pump of cum that entered it. She moaned loudly, too loudly.

Her moan abruptly ended as her teeth sunk into my shoulder, and the exquisite pain forced even more cum from my cock. My eyes rolled and I exploded with ecstasy as she bit down even harder and knawned at my flesh, her orgasm achieving a higher threshold.

“Oh fuck.” I wailed as her painful teeth and constricting hands and panties made me breathless as I rode her wave,

After a minute, her walls and jaw relaxed and she uncoupled her mouth from my skin. My flesh had gone numb from her teeth, and I was more excited than scared at the thought that she had drawn blood.

“Oh fuck- Oh fuck- What the fuck-“ She murmured, bewildered.

“What’s wrong?” I moaned, still in a daze from my climax.

“Biting you made me cum again, even harder.” She smiled with glistening fangs.

“That’s so fucking hot.”

“Did I hurt you?” She hooked her fingers into my collar and pulled to inspect the damage she did.

“A little.” I nodded. “I- kind of- want- more.” I timidly whispered.

She obliged, and sunk her teeth into my neck. My arms buckled under my weight and I fell on top of her. The sensation of her teeth on my throat sent orgasm signals directly through my cock, but it was still recovering. I began convulsing in pleasure as she consumed me.

Without warning, she shoved upwards on my chest and rolled the two of us to the side. I was still inside her, my half-erect cock being mercilessly gripped by her walls as she threw my back into the mattress and mounted me. I was paralyzed, barely even aware that she had flipped our positions was on top. I breathed raggedly and rapidly, hyperventilating with tortured delight.

She unlatched and sat up on my hips,

“Now it’s your turn to be overstimulated.” She muttered proudly as she stared down at my writhing figure.

She lifted her pussy off me, then sat back down on my thighs. I stared up at her divine silhouette, attempting to maintain my consciousness. She cupped her hand between her legs and lathered it with our cum, then brought upon my cock a magnitude of sensation as she pumped it furiously. I threw my head back, clenching my teeth into her panties and tried not to scream. My abs seized and my entire trunk convulsed as tears flowed freely from my eyes. My arms were limp at my side, my legs pinned underneath her body, and my mind locked in a state of limbo and lust.

“You’re being such a Good Boy for me.” Her voice resounded through the ether, only serving to intensify my exuberant experience.

She surmounted what I thought capable as she sent my entire being beyond. The concept of time was incomprehensible and my soul was released from my prison of flesh as she spent epochs and eras aggressively extracting pleasure from my cock.

She would periodically sit upon the erection I could muster, her pussy inflicting merciless abuse on my cock as she rode me, her hands locked around my throat as she fucked me into submission as she shook with orgasm. After pleasing herself, she would sit back and resume the torment with her hands once more. She repeated this over and over as she kept me confined in the state of anguish and bliss.

I lost consciousness, and she woke me with a kiss. She was wrapped against my side, still pumping with one hand. I sobbed; I could do nothing but. I curled into her, my weeping eyes drenching her breasts as I trembled.

“You are such a pretty mess.” She cooed.

“I- I’m- so- oh- rry-“ I wailed softly into her chest.

“Whyever so?” Her voice was a symphony of concern.

“I- I- d- don’t- deserve- you-“

“Oh, baby.” She kissed my cheeks. “Of course you deserve me, and I deserve you.”

Through my blurred vision, I watched as she licked her lips. She enjoyed the taste of my tears because she bent down and licked under my eyes, collecting the salty flow. I closed my eyes and kept crying as she consumed me.

Amanda displayed her endless affection for over an hour. She broke me down, whittled away my masculine facade, and unveiled underneath my inmost soul. She shattered my psyche and wrecked the walls of my ego, crumbling away into dust at her gentle touch. She set me free, every stroke of her hand, every kiss of her lips, every taste of her tongue was a key that unlocked another of the innumerable shackles within me. Her mastery of my mortal form, dominance over my identity, and veneration of my vulnerability validated then and forevermore the cautious hope I had experienced since her first exhibition of dominion over me.

Amanda Sampson, my wife, owned my mind, body, and soul, eternally.

The weight of my entire life, of being unwanted, being unloved, being abused with neglect, being forced to wear the mask of what a man is supposed to be–everything collapsed at Amanda’s full puissance. The parts of myself I despised, the pieces I had failed to defeat in the past were liquidated by her love, and I was altered irrevocably.

Amanda let me reconsolidate myself as our plane flew forward unto the dawn, approaching our destination. The lights rose and as her face came into view, streaks of black mascara evidence that she had cried alongside me. Our mutual exhaustion was set aside as we cleaned eachother, replaced our strewn clothing, and endured the turbulent landing. We disembarked the plane hand in hand, and both of us were new people in a new land.

“Don’t speak unless we’re alone.” Amanda said as we retrieved our luggage.

“Why not?” I whispered, glancing around the terminal.

“If people find out that you’re American, they’ll try to take advantage of you.” She whispered back. “I’ll speak for us. They’ll know that I’m from America but they’ll also know that I won’t take any bullshit.”

We walked through a tunnel and into a checkpoint that was manned by a small army of policemen, clad in black body armor, many of whom held rifles. We let our passports be inspected, and our bags went through a metal detector. After collecting everything, we continued through and left the plane terminal. A large beige arch separated the airport and the attached bus station. In colorful letters it said ‘Viva Mexico, Viva la Independencia!’

Once inside we dodged through our fellow travelers and came upon a currency exchange station. After a short wait in line, Amanda purchased pesos using American dollars.

“I have to use the bathroom, but we have to pay.” She whispered in my ear, then dropped a few coins in my hand.

We approached a long line that was made up of people all waiting to use the restroom. We all slowly shuffled forward towards a large metal roundabout, and eventually Amanda deposited our coins into the slot. The roundabout let Amanda through first, then locked, even though she had paid for both of us.

She rolled her eyes, then slid her hand through the bars and gave me more coins. I clunked through the mechanism after paying again. We walked through the large hallway and stopped before the gender split.

“Can you wait here with the luggage while I go?” She asked, clearly needing the restroom more than me. “After I’m done I’ll wait and you can go.”

“Of course.” I muttered and kissed her, then watched her ass swat as she sped to the women’s side.

When she came out of the bathroom, she rolled her eyes at me pointedly. I gestured with my face in confusion, to ask her what was wrong and she shook her head as she stepped beside me and claimed the luggage.

“The toilet paper is more expensive now.” She muttered.

I huffed a laugh through my nose and kissed her before walking into the men’s side of the facility. I found a urinal, relieved myself and washed my hands. I had to dry them on my shorts, seeing that the paper towel dispenser also required pesos. I walked back into the hallway and rejoined Amanda before we left via the roundabout.

We went to a massive semi-circular desk with multiple booths, computers, and tellers. Amanda bought our two bus tickets, and we moved on to our terminal. It was a large waiting area filled with small metal chairs connected in rows. We sat and waited with many other people for our bus.

Amanda pulled out her phone and typed. Mine buzzed from her text after a few minutes.

‘Keep a firm hand on our luggage. The man sitting across from us is a thief. He will text on his phone, and the guy leaning against the back wall will pick his up and read it. They’ve studied us multiple times since we sat down. They’re scouting for targets, observing everyone, and likely communicating with at least a third person. Don’t let us be an easy target.’ She said.

I looked at her and nodded. The intensity in which I felt protective of my wife completely overshadowed any survival instinct I should have had, being a stranger in a foreign country. I leaned forward, grabbed the handles of two of the bags, and stared at the sketchy guy with hate.

As I glowered at him, I periodically switched between him and the man in the back. Neither would meet my gaze, but their abrupt disregard of me made it evident that my attention on them had ceased their attention on us. They weren’t intimidated whatsoever, still casually observing everyone else in the terminal and texting each other, but their glances at my wife and I ended altogether.

We saw a large, heavy duty passenger bus pull in to the station and debus travelers. After a while, the driver, who wore a sharp suit and a station officer in light body armor announced our boarding number. We stood and took our bags to the formed line, and waited to show our tickets. The station officer checked through Amanda’s purse, then allowed us through another metal detector. We gave our luggage to an attendant who loaded it into the belly compartment of the bus after tagging it with our ticket stubs.

We loaded onto the bus, walked down the aisle and sat in two reclining seats on one side. After everyone boarded, the driver closed a door that separated the passenger compartment from the cockpit, locked it, and pulled away from the bus station. The early morning sun peeked through the clouds and trickled through the window shade as the bus lights dimmed.

On the back of the chair in front of me was an embedded TV screen. I folded it up to my face and browsed through the selection of entertainment. After I got bored of playing Angry Birds, I decided to try to watch an action movie. Not being very entertained and not understanding any of the words, I switched it off and rested my head on Amanda‘s shoulder. She leaned into me and set her chin on top of my head as she caressed my thigh. I was asleep almost instantly, feeling her hand, her fingers, her warmth, and the bumps and sway of the bus on the highway.

Amanda gently squeezed my package, and a faint moan escaped my lips as I woke. I lifted my head from her shoulder and she pointed out of the bus window. We had entered the city. I didn’t know where we were or where we were going. Amanda had said we were to stay in a major city in a state in Mexico, and I couldn’t pronounce either of their names, having tried and failed multiple times to her amusement. I looked through the window and saw a completely different landscape than I was used to.

On the outskirts we passed a large military complex that was guarded by more than thirty heavily armed and armored people. It had big black letters on a white painted building, multiple large barricades, and several pickup trucks fitted with black steel cages in the beds. The city police headquarters that was painted blue and yellow immediately followed, and it was set up in a similar fashion. The garrison’s uniforms were slightly different, and they had the same vehicles but with different liveries.

Past the security outposts, the residential and commercial buildings were condensed and concentrated, most of them made out of dilapidated concrete. Some of them had fresh coats of bright paint— baby blues, vibrant reds, and pastel greens.

The city was full of traffic and cars got up to speed fast and honked loud and often. I could tell that if you didn’t drive aggressively, you would be a danger to the whole system.

The city we were in was much larger than our hometown, yet I saw no homeless people whatsoever. Whenever the bus made a stop, street performers would walk in front and down between the lanes, displaying their talents. Stalls were set up on every corner where people would sell handmade goods and cheap knockoffs. Everyone had a hustle here, and they all found their way somehow.

The bus pulled into the bus station and we departed. After handing our tickets to the attendant who retrieved our bags, we walked inside and towards the front of the station where there was a kiosk. Amanda spoke to the attendant, paid, and got a receipt. I followed her out of the entrance where we waited in a short line on the curb.

“They set up stations for the reputable cabs so you don’t get ripped off.” She said under her breath.

We watched as one by one a cab arrived and picked up someone in line. Soon we were next in line, but were skipped over several times since the cabs were too small to take our luggage.

Eventually, a cab arrived that was big enough to fit our things and a nice, older gentleman helped me store the luggage in the trunk. Amanda and I crammed into the backseat together, she gave him an address, and we were off, going deeper into the city.

Amanda and the cab driver made conversation as we rode in the back. Every so often, Amanda would whisper to me in English, translating what they were talking about. She mostly asked about the state of things in the city, and he told her that the city police and the local militia were doing well to keep organized crime under control, but petty thievery was still as common a problem as ever. He advised us to keep our guards up in high-trafficked areas, and not to accept ‘gifts’ from strangers.

The cab took us down large highways, through bustling city streets, into a quaint neighborhood and pulled onto the curb in front of a small, three-story concrete house that was crammed into a row of similar houses off of the street. He opened Amanda’s door, then retrieved our bags from the trunk. I opened my door, got out, took them and pulled them towards the house as she she tipped him with twenty American dollars that he graciously accepted.

When we approached the house she checked her phone for a code then inputted it into a lock box that hung from the door handle which opened and revealed a key. She unlocked the door, and when we walked inside, I was astounded at how beautiful the interior was compared to the shabby, worn exterior. The whole place had white marble tile flooring and modest, yet classy decorations. The square footage seemed small only because of the compartmentalized layout. Amanda explained that the kitchen and living room were on the first floor, the bedrooms on the second, and the third floor above them was technically the roof, but was accessible with stairs and doubled as a lounge area.

We pulled the luggage up the stairs and entered the master bedroom, finding a queen-size bed that had adorable floral sheets. I took off my shoes and collapsed on the bed. Amanda joined me and we curled together, sleeping peacefully after our long journey.

We woke up at noon, stripped our clothes, and ran naked and giggling to the shower. This particular bathroom was structured in way that the entire room was the shower. There was a long, narrow drain in the middle of the floor and multiple showerheads that dropped from the ceiling. When I turned the water on, I thought I had done something incorrect because the water pressure was very low.

“They always have to conserve water here, so the water given by the city has low pressure.” Amanda explained as she stood under it, the black tendrils of her hair lazily flowing with the water down her breasts.

“We’re just lucky that right now we can use the water full-time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, averting my eyes so I could focus on washing away the travel grime.

“During dry months they can only use water for a couple hours a day, but the cab driver said that the city isn’t on a schedule right now, so thankfully, we don’t have to work around it.” She replied.

“Damn, that sucks.” I washed with the provided cloth and soap, rinsed, the washed Amanda’s glorious back after she turned around.

“As much as I would love to play around, they don’t do ‘hot water’ here.” She said apologetically after she turned around, glancing at my struggling erection in the chilly water.

“Thanks.” I said sheepishly as I turned the water off.

I grabbed her a towel first, myself one second, and we dried off then walked across the cold tile back to our room. Amanda pointed to a suitcase, and I picked it up and put it onto the bed, then opened the zipper along it.

“What do you want to do?” She asked, browsing through the selection of clothes.

“Whatever you want.” I shrugged. “I’m just vibing and happy to be here.”

She smiled and laughed, then raised an eyebrow provocatively at me.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” —