Married into the mob (closed)

Zita glance back hearing hi snore yet he appeared not settle well in bed which annoyed her as his wife. She slip out of bed and came to his side of the bed and began slowly undress him as he appear in a deep sleep. She smirk as he was replying to her in his sleep as he complied while his eyes were to tired to open, she easily undressed him and left him in his boxer's.She carefully place the bed sheet and blanket over her husband before returning to his side of the bed. She quickly slid on her side of the bed yet instead of going to sleep.Once in bed, she quckly strip naked as there was no point wearing clothes when he propably want her ass again
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She slipped under the blankets and slowly reached in to withdrawl his cock without waking him up and slid it in her mouth. Looking up as she practice sucking his cock slowly, using her tongue, she began giving him head slowly. When he began to moan she began to deep throat her husband, pulling back to suck his balls as she jerk him off. It did not take long to feel him ready. She quickly took his cock in her mouth to deep throat him till he came hard as she swallowed.She quickly pulled away and hid the evidence before she lay back beside him, her back to him. She strangely enjoyed his expression of confusion after she sucked him off and made him cum into the night.

She would appear asleep and naked beside him, ready welcome his seed in her holes. But as he woke up, he remembered it was their honeymoon and his true goal came to mind. He would teach her duty of being his wife and her most important duty was to bare him many heirs. As the city bled, so shall his wife in their wedding bed as he claims her innoncent and bless theire union with their first child.
 
He had a dream. It started out well with him as king of the city, but as it progressed...it became...different. When his wife was pleasuring him in his sleep, the rapid heart beating in his chest as he thought he was moaning and gripping the body of the one on him. In his perverted mind, it didn't feel like a blow job. But he could feel the hot, wet lips against his flesh, the hard rod plunging into a tight cavity and then came the pulsing of orgasm that made him sigh and sink his body further into the bed.

When it was over his mind went into the darkness where it stayed there for the rest of his slumber. He didn't remember his dream, what little of it there was. He didn't remember many of his dreams, despite his attempts.

When his eyes opened he sat up slowly and looked around at the strange room. Scratching his head, he didn't remember coming into his room and was at first confused, this wasn't his apartment and he called out for Scarlett who did not answer. That's when he remembered, he wasn't in the country and the woman next him, sleeping away, was his wife.

Now remembering where he was, he threw off the blankets, he slipped out of the bed without a kiss to his wife. Instead, he went back to the window. He felt his underwear was wet, but he didn't care for it as he went to the window and withdrew the curtains revealing the sun rising above the city with the water front in the distance. The golden sun was bringing out the bright colors of the country, lush greens and yellows as the shops opened and the restaurants began cooking. He couldn't see or hear anything from where he was, but now he felt warm as the sun rays came through the clear window.

"Get up" he said to his wife. "It's time for breakfast." It was more of a command than a gentle suggestion of waking up as he went for the phone and connected with 'Room Service'. He was hungry and demanded steak and eggs. "What do you want?" he asked to Zita.
 
Zita hisses feeling the sun beam through and raised the blanket over her head mumbling something about light. She sighed and got up tired and looked at him: " Whatever you think , i like...." *Stretches as she gets out of bed still tired and headed to the washroom. She closed the door and undressed before filling the giant tube with water and make herself a bubble bath. A part of her wondered if he could even guess what she like or is it really as she believe. He did not give a fuck as she was worthless to him except to bare him an heir.
 
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That was the answer he wanted to hear from her. On the phone with room service he ordered the western style breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and steak. Being as this was a different country and culture, there was some hesitation from the hotel staff about this, but the Blood King would not be denied and hung up with his demand still on the air.

Even in another country he was still himself. He dressed himself in a business casual attire. The country was warm already and he didn't want the confines for a suit and tie and stand out as a white tourist. That would only make him a target, and he didn't want to die in some backwaters world.

"While we wait, where do you want to go today? I'm not going to spend the entire time that we're here in this hotel room, nor would I be going to some sappy places," holding up a single finger to her. "I want to be able to enjoy myself. Now tell me, where do you want to go and do?"
 
She walked back in the room and a white silk robe as he hung up on the order. She looked up at him a bit surprised by his question and smiled." Yes, I wanted to have a tour of their jungle...if it's possible. "

She always wanted to walk through a jungle and see true wild life with her own eyes. " What do you like to do on your time ?"

She look through her baggage for something to wear as she waited him to sat what he enjoy doing on his free time aside pounding her ass raw till she could not walk on her own *
 
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"The jungle?" he asked, "You want to get 'jungle fever'?" chuckling lightly. He had never been in a jungle and wasn't keen on it either. He had the shots, but didn't want to get Malaria from a mosquito.

Still, he was in an exotic country and wanted to enjoy the surroundings as much as possible.

The food cart was delivered to them. A tip was paid and the Blood King sat on his bed to a feast of the West. Prime steak and eggs. He ate slowly, taking his time, enjoying the familiar smell of home with this food.

He didn't care what he was doing with her food. It only mattered to him that his food was good and when done he placed it on the cart and went into the bathroom to shower, shave, and stepped out for his new clothes.

He placed some shoes onto his feet and looked over at his wife. "WE'll go tomorrow," he said, "For now, let's enjoy the water front."
 
Zita began to eat breakfast, loving every bites.she watched him go in the washroom and began to put on bikini and a skirt and tank up over it. She nodded to him before following. She was looking forward to swim and relax :" sound like a great idea" she slip into comfortable shoes and followed after him wondering what her trip be like .

She looks up at him as she asked " why are we here ? Do you have some business to attend too that required we go on this journey ?"

She enjoyed the idea of traveling but part of her thought of a like without him since he was a demanding man. She wondered if ever changed his mind and let her go.
 
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"Don't worry about it," he told her bluntly. It wasn't her place to ask about his business. She wasn't running it. She was just the figure head or the facade, the happy face to the outside world while he ran the show. Her father and her family were no longer a factor.

"Get dressed, wear something nice, show some color where we're out there, and don't be so stiff," he said as he finished dressing himself, adjusting his collar in the mirror beside the bed.

If she was going to be the facade, wear something nice. He made sure, though, to pack some heat. Getting through customs is always a problem, but he didn't bring a bodyguard so he brought a small pistol, one that he didn't flash around, but strapped to his ankle just in case some bent crook tried to steal from some rich tourists.

"Make it quick" he told her.
 
Zita sighs as he tells her not to worry about it which was his way to tell her mind her own business. She wondered if her life would of been different if her father was alive and she was with another man and not the blood king's wife. She nodded and looked into her luggage and picked up a nice red dress as she wore small discreet wold earrings and ther watched. Slip into some cute heels, trying to loosen up before following after her husband.

She glace up at him: " what would you like to do?" *thinking aside fucking her on regular basis with his endless stamina. She blushed and looked away embarrassed, once composed she clung to his arms and followed him out the hotel with a smile as she looked happy. She nodded to the hotel staff as they looked at her husband a they seem sense danger from him..
 
"We'll go to the water-front" he said turning to her and looking her over. She looked 'fashionable' at least she looked like she had money. "Grab your purse and keep i t close to you. I don't want to shoot some idiot who thinks he can steal a purse just because it belongs to some tourist."

Making sure his hair was sleeked back, he took the arm of his wife into his and walked out of the hotel room, ensuring that it locked behind them. Venturing down to the lobby, they walked out into the warm rays of the Asian sun. It was already festive, bright colors, and a lot of movement and talking. Food trucks sped down the streets, the smell in the air that of fried fish and pork.

The streets had the craziness of the States with vehicles staying in their lanes but moving faster than the posted speed limits and hundreds of bicycles. Immediately after stepping out they were confronted by the culture of this place and it was nearly overwhelming.
 
Zita grabbed her purse asnd stuck close to him as she sighs knowng the blood king wont hesitate to kill anyone that would dare assult him or his womanShe looked around in awe at their hotel lobby. She looked around and glance up at him time to time, wondering why he insisted to go on such a tour . She smiled as she looked at all the food, her stomach growling. She wanted to taste all the foods and bring some back home to share with Scarlett and definetely buy some gifts.

She walked with him , her hair flowing as the wind picked up as they travelled. God she never imagine it be so beautiful, she smiles and look around to all the merchant. She looks up at the blood king: " we could try some of their fruit since we cant get them home... you mind if we go deeper in the market and stores...i wanna buy more tradition things from their homeland...if thats ok? " She hope he would agree. She honestly feared the trip would simply be her lock in their bedroom to be fucked between business matter. She was so happy , he allow her to go the market with him and shop . it was strangely calming and relaxing doing such things together**
 
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The place was so colorful and festive. It wasn't perfect, there were plenty of things to see that were not so appealing, so many bikes, bad traffic, and a lot of people in the market area-more than he would appreciate, but there was an aire of art, decoration, and smell to it that had a surprisingly calming affect on the Blood King.

Going by the shops and the tents, there were people cooking fresh meats, fishes, making pottery and metal implements. All of it was done by hand, something that was rare in the fast paced, Capitalist world they had left behind. The people here were small in stature, but they were busy, constantly on the go. It would seem to them that if they stopped that their life would end.

The Blood King couldn't understand it. Not only with the exchange rate where he could purchase so much with only a couple of dollars, but the people here were so eager to please. They were eager to please, eager to work, eager to do something other than sitting down and letting the world pass them by.

"Sure. We can do that," he said. The words surprised her.
 
Zita was shock and smiled " thx you so much " she started look through the markets to look at multiple items as she try decide what to buy for Scarlett and her other friends. She always made sure she was in sight of the blood king.

Even the blood king would notice when she glance back to make sure he was near her. Though she love ahopping, she feared getting lost. She usually never boldly dash in to such market place but she somehow felt safe to do so in his presence.

He may be the blood king but she was his woman and under his protection for now. After almost an hour she picked several perfect gifts.
 
His wife took her sweet time purchasing, fortunately she wasn't weighed down by much with her presents. Good, he thought. He wasn't going to carry them, but it wasn't enough that she would be a burden, but that wasn't the end of the shopping. There was so much to see in this alien land, but he stood there calmly watching her, not anything else going on around them, but just his wife as he ensured that nothing would befall her.

Though he didn't suspect trouble, he was being cautious in ensuring that these people didn't try to rip her off or try to cart off with her purse. American tourists are so ripe with money that they desperately needed that they would be willing to mug her, but were intimidated by his stoic appearance that no attempt was made.

When she had purchased her last gift and came to show it to him, he looked at it with a bit of amusement then inquired if that was it, or would she like to continue their shopping elsewhere.
 
Zita smiled showing her several beautiful handmade gifts that cost less than fifty dollars in total. She was always selective of her gifts and always pick things that would match the person. She showed all but one gift to her husband as she wanted to make it a surprise. She smiles as he seemed amused. " That will be all, i am sure you had locations to see on your list..." *Follows him as she held on to him knowing only a fool would put his hands on her when she held on his arm.

Zita look around , bitting her lip as she look around her to new things that caught her attention which her husband allowed her check out before they went on their way to his destinated location. She smiled: " Thank you for bringing me here, its so beautiful and amazing...so where are we heading if i may ask?"
 
"It's not a problem," he nodded as she took of his arms into hers and together they walked through the market, struggling to get through the throng of people while trying to hold on to what they had. "I felt that we needed to get out of the city for awhile," raising his voice a bit to get over the roar of the people around them. "Been in the city for too long and now the whole outside world looks alien to me," giving a slight smile.

"We're heading to what they call the 'fisherman's wharf' where the daily catches are made," said the Blood King. "Figure that's the best place we can go to get our hands on some of the best stuff. Maybe we'll get lucky and get our hands on some lobsters."

He was being surprisingly upbeat for someone who was cold hearted. It was still a long walk along the shore towards the wharf, it could be seen in the distance towards the north stretching deep into the ocean. There were many ships there unloading their precious cargo. The wind blew just right that they could smell the seafood before they were within a few hundred meters of their destination. "Hope you're not faint at heart," he jested.
 
Zita smilled as se listen to her husband it was sranngey comforting beim around him, especially as he opened up. " i thinkk its also due thaat ppl at home knnow who you are. And here its more relaxingg.. "

She followes him excited as she held on tight as thwy push threw the crowd.. When she realize she dug her fingers in his arm,she gasps " im sorry.. I fear get lost in a big ccrowd"


She shake her head and smiles: " i am not, how can i allow myself to be when i aam your woman...hhhehe "
She was excited that her husbannd would share his knowledge withh her. T was beoming obvious she begaaaan. Depend on him, especially to feel safe.
 
"Just say that after you watch them hack up some fish," he said, his arm bent and holding on to her firmly as the number of people going by began to pick up. Drawing closer to the wharf, they passed a lot of small fisher-mens' canoes or small boats that were dragged onto the shore and their cargo offloaded by hand. The two watched from a sea wall down below as they did this.

When they reached the wharf, foot traffic was almost at a stand-still as so many fishermen tried to shove their way in to get their fish to the market before they rotted as almost none of them had ice or refrigerators.

"Shit" he grumbled as people rubbed by, women yelling their lungs out and waving their hands trying to get their choice of fish first while also pushing aside others. He thought the traffic back in the States was bad, but these people here had so sense of decorum or of manners.

He was tempted, so tempted, to reach for his pistol and shoot his way through these people. Perhaps some fear into them would make them learn some manners. "Stay close to me," he said to his wife.
 
Zita smirks: " you think i find it icky? i have fished in my life, you know..." *smiles as he pulls her close strangely finding it reassuring as he held her firmly. She look in awe at the crowd of people as they approached the location. She stumbles back against him a few times as she finally wrap her arms around his waist to shield herself as people began to ram into them in a hurry to get the best fish.

She winced as the women shouted near her ears , gasps as a lady almost hit her face as she waved to get the best fish and not paying attention to Zita being beside her. She was half tempted to climb over her husband as it was becoming overwhelming.

**Suddenly a carted rushed towards them as the crowd back into them hard, Zita lost her grip on his wist and fell backyard. She gasps before landing on her behind, she screamed as a man trip over and dumped his basket of live fish on her. She whelps as she struggled to get up as the man too her moment of distraction to so call "help her " as excuse to touch her breasts. * Zita was so shocked she was lost of word at the middle age man that had a grin, obviously unawared of the blood king presence*
 
"Off her!" the Blood King roared grasping the man by the back of his neck with one hand and back handing her with the other. The man staggered back and fell into a stack of smelling fish, but his overall smell was still the same, but he had a nice bleeding nose to cap it off.

Pulling his wife up to her feet along with her goods, he looked at the array of shocked faces staring at them. "Let's go" tugging her by the arm. Of they went, pushing through the throng of people while they babbled on in their native language.

"Damn fool was using it to take advantage of you" the Blood King said. "Not bad enough that they smell, now they're trying to grope people," then he paused to finally look at her, and with slightly worried eyes asked, "Are you all right?"
 
Zita looked shocked as her husband back handed the man hard enough to make him fall and bleed. She stumbled forward as her husband practically drag her away. She was relieved as he finally stop, she was catching her breathe. She smiled as it warmed her heart as he appeared concern for her

His concern was strangely appealing to Zita. She notice they were more isolated now and near an alley. She suddenly pulled him deeper in the isolated alley where she quickly undo his pants. She surprised him as she took his cock in her mouth , moaning louder as he was harden quickly in her mouth. She eagerly remove her pantie to wipe his cock dry. She bend over an old mattress, to his surprise, she whispered " please daddy, tare my ass open with you huge cock.." she spread her butt cheek wide. As she raised her ass " show my ass no mercy, please, his touch made me so dirty " Knowing he easily get jealous of other men touching his wife.

She seem to know her king needed relief from the stress and rage before he kill someone " please dry fuck my ass , i need your cum in my ass, please big boy" She stuff her panties in her mouth knowing he would fuck her hard and would not want be interrupted as he dry fuck her ass like a madman by her cry of distract. For the first time, she seem accept her life as his wife and duty to bare his painful need feeling with pride and love knowing she allow him use her hole in moment of rage as no women done volunteered before in his life.
 
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It would be naughty, dirty, to do it in the some back dirty alleyway, their adrenaline heightened by the fear they would be caught. The streets were crawling with people, but they didn't bother looking this way, perhaps they didn't want to be reminded that there was a sickening darkness to this place that lived in the alleyways, scrapping a living out of the puddles and garbage thrown away so freely by the others living in the light.

When she began pleading for a pounding in her ass, he didn't appreciate it that she would be wanting it so bad in a place so filthy. They may be clean, but the walls she was leaning against were not. God knows how long it had been since water was applied to the walls.

His rage for another man touching his wife's chest was still there. It had reached the point that he wanted to produce his pistol and gun down every one of them in the area until his pistol was empty and the street ran red with their blood. Only then would they learn that you never touch his property, his wife.

"If you're going to be this way" he said to her, "You're going to get it in the ass, but I will decided where it ends," to remind his wife of her place in his life.
 
Zita pulled the panties from her mouth as she turns to face him, she pulled out a tube of purell and wipe her hands as she smirked: " I guess your not 'up' for it" * *She sighs as she walks pass him and toss her panties back at him and walks back into the crowd without her panties. She wondered if he could not perform in public place but then again she enjoyed if they did not do anal. Her husband was painfully hung and had much more stamina then even teens.

She wents up to one of the markets and bought a bracelet, she knew he be beside her as she was his woman. She guessed he lost the urge to kill the people after she was groped in public. She notice the sun was slowly getting lower and glance back at him: " You need buy anything ? wanna head back or do you have another location in mind?"
 
She was disappointed, it showed in her face. But the Blood King was calculating and conservative. He couldn't keep wasting himself in hot, passionate sex all the time or it will suck away his stamina for something else. He took the wad of panties she threw at him and tucked it into his pocket, but when an old man wandered by pushing a cart, he discretely tossed it into a bag around the old man's back, and walked on with a smug grin.

As she tried out the bracelet, he joined her, placing a hand to the small of her back. "We'll continue on," answering her question. "There's still plenty of light left in the day, and I don't want to stay cooped up in that hotel room all day. There's a watch tower on the far end of the pier. It will give us a good view of the harbor."

He wanted and watched as she tried on other bracelets, they were not the best quality, but they were made of gold, silver, or other precious metals.
 
Zita shivered as she felt his firm hand at the back, looking up at him as she nodded: " Sounds like a plan..." *She followed after her husband quietly, leaning against him, tring different jewelry he wanted to see her wear. She bought a cute neck collar as a gift, she loved walking in these market with him. It felt just right when they go shopping and be among the crowd....

Soon enough, they finallyfind there way to the tower. She notice it was was empty and raced up against him playfully. She gasps at the gorgeous view and look in awe as they stood at the top just the both of them. She carried a few small bags of gifts as they stood at the top of the tower alone.

" its so beautiful"
 
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