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The next morning came and Rihanna awoke, opening her eyes she found herself being held by James tightly and lovingly in the bed. She still wore the latex bodysuit she had worn for James the night before, and she was wet and sticky in places and she smiled to herself remembering what they did together only hours earlier. Their train from Paris to Amsterdam would be leaving at 11am, and she turned to the night stand where her mobile phone was alongside James’s own phone.
She checked the phone and found the time was only 6:35am and they had some time before they needed to be at the train station. Putting her phone down she turned to face James who was sleeping away as he held her, Rihanna leaned close and kissed his neck as her latex clad fingers found his big bulge – he had morning wood for her. Taking hold of her man’s thick, hard cock, she began to stroke and pump it in her hands.
Slowly he stirred, clenching his eyes as he slowly woke to the sensations of her hands on his manhood. His eyes opened slowly and he saw her stroking him, her eyes dead set on his never breaking away as she smiled happily seeing he was awake. “Hey beautiful.” He moaned as he smiled under his thick beard at her.
“Hey baby.” She moaned back and kissed him deeply as her hands stroked his fat, thick pole in her hands.
Kissing one another James moaned and grunted with every pump and stroke of Rihanna’s hand on his rod, staring into one another’s eyes it was passionate, and deep between them both. “I love you, and this is mine.” She said with a tight grip of his pole and grinned as James shuddered and grunted at her grip. “Am’ yer’s hen all yer’s, and aye that’s all yours Rihanna.” James responded in a deep grunt and shuddered.
“Fucking too right this is mine, and this…” Rihanna trailed off taking one of James’s warm hands and placed it between them to cup her mound and bare womanhood before taking his other hand and placing it on her bare bottom exposed in the suit. “… is yours, and that ass is yours. I’m yours James, all yours and you’re all mine.” She purred.
As they kissed James gently broke the kiss. “Brekkie’ is at 7 o’clock.” He said gently stroking her back with his hand. “I want my Scottish sausage, that’s all I need for my breakfast.” She said grinning and slid down the sheets until she was face level with his fat, thick cock.
James shuddered and jumped at the startling pleasure he felt as she took his fat cockhead in her mouth, and began to slurp and suck on his manhood until she was gagging on his rod. James couldn’t help himself, her hair was still in pigtails and he took hold of them pulling her up and down his cock as she gagged and slurped. Eventually they repositioned themselves with James on his back, and Rihanna with her head in his lap and ass arched high in the air as she was on her knees. The mirror opposite of the bed gave James the perfect view of her chocolate ass cheeks bouncing and spread open to show her gaping womanhood that he had fucked so thoroughly only last night. He loved Rihanna and he would never hurt her, he made that promise to himself and to her.
Minutes passed as she worked his fat rod in and out of her mouth, she plopped it from her mouth briefly to speak. “Baby how can you stay so hard for so long? Cum for me.” She panted as she threw herself back down on his cock.
A few moments of gagging, spluttering, and grunting pierced the room as James pulled on Rihanna’s pigtails until he growled like a bear, and grunted before exploding inside her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his load, and it was a lot for her to handle. He released hold of her pigtails and she slid up the sheets to him and smiled.
“We should shower, and get some food. Train is at 11 so we better get moving, and ready.” She said with a grin, as James smiled back squeezing her ass.
“Aye, yer’ go first hen.” He said smiling.
She smiled and slid from the bed to go into the bathroom still wearing the outfit she wore for him last night. Closing the door behind her she locked it, and undid the collar around her soft brown skin. Rubbing her neck, she remembered how he had fucked her last night, how he was like a real man with her. The outfit drove him wild, and she loved every moment of it.
She considered the mirror and saw the outfit clinging to her body, the skin-tight black latex bodysuit was like a second skin for her and just for a moment she zipped the suit shut. Tight around her navel she saw how beautiful her body was, and knew she was attractive and for once knew Ryan was wrong and an evil, brutish man. He was a bully, he called her ugly, a pig and when men did seem interested in her he would hurt her when they got home.
James wasn’t like that, she never feared him in any way because she knew he would never hurt her. Her mother and even sisters used to say, ‘live with a man, and you’ll see every side to him and how he would be if you marry him.’ That was true with Ryan, she had seen the true side to him, he was violent bully who wanted her manisa escort to feel like shit, but be only his and yet he still hurt and abused her mentally.
She remembered James a few nights earlier, had said about what he hated most was psychological torture and abuse. He spoke about how mental torture left scars that sometimes never go away, but that he would rather take a kicking than face mental torture – in that if he lost her, he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her. She felt the same way, Ryan had left her with psychological damage. Feeling unloved, underappreciated, and close to her breaking point if James hadn’t found him.
She could have imagined doing anything to escape Ryan if he continued to abuse her, imprison her in their apartment, and continued to hurt her. But James saved her from doing something she could spend the rest of her life in prison for, simply for trying to escape her abusive partner. James taught him a fucking lesson, she thought as she rubbed her legs, and chest through the latex feeling sexy once more with a man who loved and worshipped her. She felt wanted, loved, lusted for, protected, and yet allowed to be herself and be independent in some areas that didn’t affect her relationship with James.
He wanted her to open up to him, to be herself once more, to be the loving, bubbly, beautiful woman who used to love going swimming in her spare time, who had plans to work for a company, and move up the ladder. But that wouldn’t stop her loving James, in fact she would be looking forward to getting home to her man after a long day and cuddling up on the sofa. To be in a happy marriage even if he felt the same way as she did, she loved him. In her hopes, plans and future she saw James with her. She hoped he saw her in his, and it could become reality.
He never hurt her, not James. Ryan left her bruised, afraid to go out in case her family, friends or neighbours saw the bruises Ryan gave her. In fact, at first, she hoped James would never see her bruises, but she was glad James had heard what had happened that night. Rihanna enjoyed every moment James beat Ryan, showing him what a real man does for a woman even a stranger or simply a friend.
“He’s mine.” She told herself aloud as she rubbed her womanhood through the latex, and moaned before unzipping the suit and stepping out of it in the bathroom.
Freeing her fingers and arms from the latex she stretched, feeling her womanhood was wet thinking about James. She unzipped the boots sliding them off her feet and then the suit fully off. Free of the latex she stepped over to the shower and turned it on inside the cubicle, turning knobs until she found the perfect temperature for her which was mildly hot. She found the small bottle complimentary shower gel, there were three more of them over near the sink. She opened the small bottle and poured some gel into her palms. She lathered her hands up of the shower gel soap and placing the bottle on a rack, began to massage the soap into her bush and cleaned herself as the water cascaded on her.
Rihanna lathered up her breasts, her nipples were erect as she remembered what she had just done minutes earlier with James in bed. She finally undid her pigtails to was them in the shower and found another bottle but of shampoo. Rihanna washed her body and hair for a few more minutes, before washing herself clean of the lather and bubbles. She turned off the shower and stepped out grabbing one of the two large white towels, and dried herself off before picking out her outfit for the day. She picked from the suitcase a pair of sheer dark purple tights, a pair of snug black panties, and a short black skirt with a matching blouse.
She decided to wear the very same boots she wore for James, they were comfortable and she felt sexy in them. She knew James would enjoy it also, and she grinned knowingly to herself as she was finally dressed she stepped out of the bathroom. James was on the bed watching the news on the TV, he saw her and stood from the bed naked. Rihanna grinned at James teasingly. “Go and shower, and get dressed baby.” She purred grabbing hold of James and kissing him deeply, and lovingly.
Rihanna moaned as his hand found her ass and she saw his fat cock harden and become erect and ready to fuck her again, she had just dressed. Rihanna took hold of his hard cock and stroked it but gently pushed him towards the bathroom door. Grinning she released her grip on his thick rod.
“Go and shower.” She told him in a playful purr.
He did as she said grinning and went into the shower. He quickly showered, and came out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist. Rihanna smiled and pulled away his towel. “No hiding, there’s no modesty between us baby. You’ll get to see me dress when we get to Amsterdam. But we’re on a time table babe.” She told him in a gentle but feisty tone, and he dressed in his jeans and a clean blue t-shirt with a sleeveless zipped sports hooded jumper. His thick beard appeared brown kütahya escort and deep red copper in the morning sun, Rihanna noticed as he opened the curtains fully to let in the bright sun through balcony window.
James turned and Rihanna grabbed him pressing her warm, wet lips with purple lip gloss against his mouth she kissed him deeply and passionately as she took his hands in her grip. Moments passed before they broke their kiss, and they smiled as they left the hotel room with their luggage for the downstairs breakfast room where the hotel owners had laid out a Continental breakfast with meats, cheeses, bread and croissants with fresh fruit juice, yogurt, cereals, and coffee machine.
They sat at an empty table as other couples and families ate breakfast. They had coffee, while James had a breakfast croissant with cheese and ham; Rihanna chose a bowl of cereal, a yogurt, and a just croissant with her coffee. They both had a glass of fresh orange juice before they checked out of the hotel, handing in their keys, and asking for directions to the train station. They arrived at the train station at 10:25am early for their train to Amsterdam Central station. They both boarded their train together with their luggage, five minutes before it would leave and relaxed together in a pair of seats with a small side-table for beverages, and sat together.
The journey would take three hours direct to Amsterdam, and they settled together. Rihanna laid her head on James’s shoulder, and drifted off to sleep as James stayed awake staring out and enjoying the passing scenery outside. During the train journey, they got a coffee from the dining car and eventually arrived in Amsterdam Central station at 2:35pm. They soon found their hotel near Dam Square, there they checked in and left their luggage in the room.
They soon found a coffeeshop, a local establishment called Spirit which was nearby to the hotel. It had pinball machines, video games, and sold Cannabis legally. This was a regular holiday for him when he saved up enough money for a holiday when he was single, but now with Rihanna he would take her all over the world and see what it had to offer together.
They smoked some joints and played pinball machines, an old Retro Video-Game cabinet and even a 90’s racing simulation with driver seats, actual gear boxes and every component from a car to imitate the actual driving environment. Coffeeshops didn’t sell alcohol, it was illegal and for James he felt that was fair and safe. Alcohol with Cannabis was dangerous, either one on their own but never mixed together. A coffee, hot chocolate or sodas were sold in the coffeeshops. Rihanna and James played at the pool table at the back of the establishment, Rihanna Fenty’s ‘Work’ was blaring through the smoking room where they were playing pool together as they shared a joint.
James was behind Rihanna as she leant over the pool table, she took aim at the white ball and aimed along the route of one of her solid colour balls at a hole. “So that girl you work with Jessica, was there ever anything there with her?” She asked hoping not to sound nosey or jealous, she knew he was hers and she was his.
He smiled but it wasn’t an ego driven smirk, he was happy. “Naw’ just a friend I work wae’ hen’ that’s all, it’s you I want hen’ and naebody’ else.” He told her with a warm smile.
“You never gonna stray?” She asked him, looking over her shoulder at her, his eyes on her skirt which was hiked up her thighs, he could see the bottom of her buttocks peaking from under the skirt in nylons.
He noticed the purple pantyhose she wore was patterned at the top of her thighs, it was a flowery design at the bottom of her buttocks and them he noticed the seam down the legs to her boots. “Never hen, I promise yer’ that. Yer’ who I want an’ am no’ gonnae’ stray Rihanna.” James moaned as he leaned against the wall behind him for support.
By this time the pair were hungry and needed some fresh air, they were horny for once another – Cannabis is an aphrodisiac that stimulates sex and for some heightens the sensations from sex. The pair grabbed their things, James with bud and his things into his shoulder bag he used when travelling. Rihanna had brought a jacket with her that she had in her luggage as it was drizzling when they were in the hotel and it was getting colder. James helped her put it on and they left the coffeeshop with a thank you to the owners, and they were off to get something to eat. It was only 6pm and still early.
It was dusk now and James wanted to give Rihanna a memorable meal and he found a nearby Tandoori Indian restaurant down a quiet street. It had reasonable prices, and it looked nice enough. They went inside and were quickly seated by a waiting staff, the pair ordered a Cola each and looked at the menu. James ordered a Beef Madras with pilau rice with Nan Bread, while Rihanna ordered a Chicken Korma with rice and another portion of Nan bread. Alone in a small cubicle sat close at the table they held each other’s malatya escort hand under the table. “I’m really enjoying this trip James, I am for once enjoying being on holiday. I love you.” She said with a smile as their food arrived.
They were also brought complimentary Poppadum’s with dips, as their curries were served to them. Rihanna broke a Poppadum and grinned as she dipped it in some of the Mango Chutney, eating a mouthful of the sweet, crunchy snack. She noticed James was smiling at her as he sipped his Cola, and when she grinned back he chuckled warmly – his eyes never leaving hers even in the dim light of the cubicle they sat in.
“Tell me about your sisters, about your family. I want to know.” She said gently still stroking his hand on the table. Both were stoned, but friendly and affectionately touching one another’s hands and moved closer in the cubicle.
James smiled but in a warm way staring into her dark eyes, only inches apart. “Ma Granny an’ Granda’ are still doing good. Tommy an’ Jenny are enjoying their days together. Caroline has a wee’ girl, she’s working at a bank back in Glasga’ while Laura just had a wee’ boy aboot’ three month ago. She’s on maternity leave at a Secondary School in the city, an’ married. Zoe well she’s no’ not doing well now, still wild she’s turning eighteen in a week. Abit of a handful for ma’ grandparents. Drinking an’ going wae’ guys, a nightly past time back home for her an’ her pals who are older. Havin’ tae’ keep an eye on her when I can, I go up tae’ check on them all every two or three months. Am’ due for a visit noow’ infact.” He told her with a smile.
Rihanna nodded but moved closer, her hand on his knee beneath the denim. “I would actually like tae’ bring yer’ up an’ meet ma’ family if you want hen.” He said in a rough moan as he became flustered and aroused when near her. She smiled warmly and lovingly at James knowing she had him, he was hers in every way. “I’d love too baby.” She purred and cuddled up with him in the small cubicle both sat on the pillows and cushions.
They ate their meal together eating Poppadum’s, and their curries clearing their plates and full to burst. They took a few minutes to rest, talking about going to maybe Italy for a weekend together for their next trip. They decided to go to one last coffeeshop before going back to their hotel room, one of James’s favourites called 1e Hulp which had a Middle-Eastern, Arabian theme to it with small tables, comfortable cushioned seats and lantern lights that adorned the walls. They sat together having bought some more bud, they smoked for another hour or so in a small, quiet corner of the upper-floor of the premises drinking hot teas before they made their way back to the hotel for 9:50pm. Their room had a large king-sized bed, en suite bathroom and a balcony with a coffee table on it that overlooked the city street two floors above.
Rihanna wanted to shower, as James set-up his laptop, and a convenient and handy HDMI cable he brought with him to connect the laptop to the HD television in the room. He used the hotel’s included Wi-fi and went onto Spotify and put on some of his playlist of music he enjoyed on holiday. Rihanna was horny for James, she took a few minutes to shower as James rolled a joint for them both to smoke on the balcony before lying in bed. After she had showered, and now naked she went through the suitcase and took out the latex bodysuit once again. Naked she slipped the suit on her hands, arms along her warm, chocolate legs and over her feet and toes. It was skin tight covering her body from navel all the way to her feet.
She zipped the suit closed from behind to her neck, she rummaged through her luggage to find the studded collar and clasped it into place around her throat. She found her ankle boots and strapped them in place over her feet. Standing in the mirror she planned tonight to have one last smoke with James, put on some music and let him tonight dominate her- the first time he will control her. She glanced at herself, her tight body tightly clad in the latex. She knew James loved her, but she knew most strong men in some way wanted to occasionally dominate their girlfriend’s or partners in willing bondage and role-play. In fact, that is what drives most successful and loving marriages and relationships along; experimenting sexually between both partners.
Tonight, she was going to let James control her, using the toys she had packed away in her luggage. The blindfold goggles, the red ball gag, and pink furry handcuffs. Taking a deep breath, she smiled to herself remembering to add just one or two last touches. She applied purple lip gloss, and matching eye shadow and liner before putting her hair into two pigtails again for him. A final glance at the bathroom’s mirror she took a deep breath once again and stepped out of the bathroom. James was sat on the bed waiting for her with a joint and an ashtray for the balcony.
He turned and saw her, standing there with a smile. Wearing her latex bodysuit once again and carrying toys of domination and submission she approached James as he stood. He was in just his clean blue t-shirt; the sports hoodie was aside on a table. His loose jeans were low but holding onto his hips, and draped over his thick muscular legs.
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