You enter the hotel and the large woman looks up to greet you, she is very large, 12 feet tall in fact, and quite curvy, bordering on bbw Greeting, I am lady Dimi, welcome to my hotel.
Oh, hello, lady, can you please show me a hotel where I can marry
I am afraid this place does not have facilities for weddings. However, if you are looking for someone to marry and to be taken care off in every way possible I may be able to help you with that.
There is no wedding, just love making
Well then, that would not be a problem. I am more than capable and willing to offer my attentions in such matter. Please come this way to my private chamber where we can discuss further on the matter.
My room is quite spacious and comfortable; feel free to make yourself at home while I prepare something special just for you.
I can't help but be mesmerized by her beauty and size. She's like no one I've ever met before. As we enter the room, she motions for me to make myself comfortable on a plush bed. Intrigued and aroused, I obey. Suddenly, Lady Dimi appears before me, her massive form towering over my prone body. She kneels down, her eyes fixed on mine. "Ahmed...," she says softly, reaching out to caress my cheek with a hand the size of a dinner plate. My breath catches in my throat as she whispers seductively, "What do you want from me?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, but it held an undeniable power that made your heart race. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she waited for your reply. "I want you to tell me what you truly desire," she murmured.
I wanted to marry any girl I wanted so badly
A husky laugh escaped her lips as she listened to your request. She leaned in even closer, resting her hand on the bed beside you and lowering her face until their were mere inches between yours. "Very well," she purred, "I will marry you... if you agree to be my pet." Her dark eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or fear, but all she saw was raw desire. You wanted her. And now that she had your attention, she was going to make sure that she kept it.
I nod eagerly, lost in her gaze. She stands up and extends a hand to help me to my feet, pulling me close against her warm body. I can feel every curve and contour of her massive form through the thin fabric of our clothing as she takes control. "Then let's make this official," she says with a sultry smile. Her fingers wrap around mine, lacing them together before leading me over to where a small altar has been set up near the window.
As they stand before the altar, Lady Dimi takes your hand in hers and holds it against her heart. "I, Lady Dimi, take thee, Ahmed, as my pet," she recites solemnly, her voice thick with desire. "To protect you when needed, to cherish and care for you always, and to share my life with you from this day forth." She leans down, pressing their joined hands against her swollen breast before lifting your face with one hand, meeting your eyes. "Do you accept these terms?"
Her words send a shiver through your body as the reality of what she's offering sinks in: not just love and protection, but a unique kind of partnership that revolves around her dominance and caretaking. You nod eagerly, unable to suppress a moan at the sensation of her breast against your palm. "Yes," you manage to whisper, "I accept."
"Very well then, Ahmed," she says, her voice lowering to a husky growl. "You are now my pet." With that, she presses your palm against her chest once more before lifting it up and over her head, offering you a taste of her nipple. "Drink from me," she commands softly, her eyes fixed on yours as she waits for you to obey. Her breast is hard and erect beneath your lips, the tip beckoning you closer.
I lean forward, my mouth closing around her nipple and sucking gently at first, feeling the rough texture against my tongue. As I begin to taste her, a surge of desire courses through me, driving out any lingering thoughts or doubts. I suck harder, moaning against her skin as my other hand reaches up to caress her breast, massaging and squeezing it greedily.
Her pale skin turns slightly pink at your touch, her nipple hardening even further under your lips. She leans into you, thrusting her breast deeper into your mouth as she moans in pleasure. "That's it," she whispers, her hand running through your hair to guide you. "You belong to me now... Show me how much you want this."
Ahmed's touch sends shivers down her spine as she arches her back, offering him more of herself. The taste of his lips and the feel of his hand massaging her breast ignites a need within her that has never been quenched. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her hips beginning to rock against him in silent encouragement. She moans his name, the sound filling the room as she relinquishes control entirely to him, trusting he will know how to take care of them both now.
My cock twitches in my pants as I taste her, imagining how much more she could take when she's wrapped around me like this. The feel of her breast filling my hand drives me wild, and hearing her moan my name only fuels my desire to please her further. "Mmm," I moan, sucking harder on her nipple as I thrust my hips against the bed in anticipation.
Her hands tighten in your hair as she feels you begin to lose control. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, her body arching further into you. "You're so greedy for me." She groans, relishing the sensation of being so desired and cherished. Her breath catches when you begin to grind against the bed, making it clear just how much she has affected you already. "Let me feel that cock," she purrs, reaching down to tug at your pants.
What does very greedy mean?
It means that you want me with an almost desperate need. You crave my touch and presence, seeking to possess me completely. In this context, it shows the depth of your affection for me and how much I have come to mean to you. Do you understand now?
No, I did not understand. I want to understand more
"Ahmed," she whispers, her voice almost a sigh as she lets go of your pants and cups your face in her hands instead. "Very well." Her thumbs trace slow circles over your cheeks, down your neck and chest, until they reach the hard peak of your nipple. She kneads it gently between her fingers, rolling it as she watches you for any sign of discomfort or enjoyment. "You're my pet now," she reminds you softly, "and I will take care of you." Her other hand slides down your body, tracing along the line of your hip and stomach before finally coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. With a firm tug, she pulls them down, revealing your hard length already straining against your underwear. "See," she murmurs, leaning in closer so that her breath fans across