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Carefully staring into the brightness of my phone, I saw that is was 9pm. I had just dozed off when I heard a light fist banging on my door. The knock was loud, almost obtrusive. The fragile rattling lock added to the noise. I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and opened the door to find a young woman. “Hi, I am so sorry to disturb you.” She said courteously. She was about my age, 27 years old, about my height, but had a curvaceous physique. Her face was beautiful, and her posture immaculate, she reminded me off an arabic princess.

“Have you seen the man who lives at 12D?” She asked, nervous yet determined. “Aydin? No I haven’t seen him.” I spoke quickly, which probably came across as very rude with my tired countenance. “Thank you. Good night.” She said, sounding disappointed. I would have invited her in to console her, and ask her where she gets her hair done, but she was the third beautiful woman asking about Aydin this week, and they all seemed to be obsessed with the man. He moved in 2 weeks ago, and coaches rugby at a local university. Aydin moved here from the middle east, and was about 30 years old. He had the posture of a powerful warrior, short brown hair, and a thick trimmed beard, which framed lush pink lips. His eyelashes and dark eyes were deeply penetrating, and on some afternoons, when we bumped into each other entering our apartments after work, and he was sweating after his rugby training, in a grey tracksuit pants that fit snugly over his thick muscular thighs, a vest soaked in sweat, training sneakers, and a large gym bag over his shoulder, he would smile and wink at me. His beautiful dark eyes, long eyelashes, sharp jaw, and perfect smile would make my heart drop, but I would never let him see that, and would half-smile while hastily unlocking my door and rushing in.

On some nights, I would lay awake and hear the different woman that he had brought over, moaning in ecstasy, as his headboard hit the wall, which separated his apartment and mine. At first, the noise kept me from sleeping, and I intended on speaking to my new neighbour about the issue the next morning. When I went over to his place, he opened within seconds of my knuckles hitting the wood. “Good Morning.” He said, pausing to look at me from my head, to my feet, and straight into my eyes, with a flirtatious smile, as he put his forearm to rest against the door frame, exposing his hairy armpit. I froze, and smiled back at him. I had forgotten the intention of my visit. Instead, my attention was on the man standing before me, who had barely fit into the door frame. Wearing tight white boxer briefs, he stood 2 meters tall, with glowing olive skin. His shoulders were broad and round, and his broad bulging chest, covered in dark hair, lead down to ripped abs, and to a large bush of hair that protruded from his underwear. “Can I help you, Mavi?” He said, in a low deep voice. A voice that seemed to vibrate the chords in my body. I looked up at him before I got to admire the bulge in his jocks. “You know my name?” I responded, unconsciously. “Yes, I know your name.” He answered, plainly and honestly. I realised that I had to give him a reason for my visit, and decided to say, “Pleasure to meet you. What is your name?” “Aydin. Pleasure to meet you.” He said. His eyes were dark, mysterious, and very captivating. He was not intimidating to me, in fact, I simply felt powerless in his presence, and enjoyed the sensation. His presence was comforting. His countenance was hyper-masculine. His fingers were long, and seemed to be able to seize anything that he desired, effortlessly. “I hope to see you around, Aydin.” I said, wanting to leave immediately, fearing that he knew that I would submit to him, at the snap of his finger. I turned and walked to my front door, before entering, I turned back to see if he had left. He hadn’t. He was still watching me, with a lustful smile.

I tried not to bump into him again after our first meeting. Though, I heard him night after night, bringing woman to roaring pleasure and ecstasy. I would stay awake and listen to everything that he was doing to them. Carrying them to his bed, kissing their lips, neck, and shoulders. I could hear him pulling their stockings off, forcing his shaft into their mouths and spanking them, and finally pumping his seed into them, then rolling over, and breathing heavily, as a warrior returning from a banquet. Sometimes, I thought that he did this just so that I would hear what he was doing. As if he knew, that I was lying in my bed, wearing a black thong, and stockings up to my thighs, masturbating furiously while I heard him. I would imagine that I was the woman in his arms, getting fucked by the beautiful beast of a man. I would clench my hole and rub my dick impatiently and quickly, even after I had orgasmed multiple times.

I was an architect, and did freelance work for a few clients. I made enough, and had the freedom of my own time. I trained my body and stretched 7 days a week, morning and evening. It was my hobby keeping fit, and I enjoyed shaping my body. Being Moroccan, my bold features made me an attractive young man, and I enjoyed the company of my beauty.

On a Sunday afternoon, he knocked at my door, with a sort of ownership over me, knowing that I would rush to answer at the sound of his large fists softly banging at my front door. I flashed to the door and unlocked it. There he stood, in a shorts, vest, and his perfect toes in sandals. A mix of his pheromones and euphoric sensual scent of masculinity found me both captivated and engulfed. I looked into those piercing eyes, which had already seemed to undress me, and spank me for teasing him by wearing a black jogging tracksuit in his presence. “Hey Mavi,” He spoke with a tenderness that seemed to contrast, and yet fit so well, with his masculine exterior and countenance. “I want you to have this,” he said, handing me a red rose from behind his back, before he smiled at me, and walked back to his apartment. I closed my door, and couldn’t even hear the sound of the latch over my heart, which was throbbing furiously. It felt as if a furnace had been set off in me.

That night, I waited in bed, to hear if a woman would be screaming his name in the room behind the wall. There was nothing. I was completely smoothly shaven, my thighs and ass were still bulging from the squats I had done earlier, my chest and abs were flexed and toned, and my waist was tight, displaying the soft lace thong as it slipped over my stiff shaft, and glided against my hole. I could just imagine Aydin playing with my ass while he kissed me. I was certain that he liked me, but confused, to say the least, as he obviously enjoyed fucking woman. I got up from bed, and walked to the kitchen to pour myself water, when I heard that soft powerful fist banging at my door again. I rushed over, unlocked, and opened the door. Aydin had a surprised look on his face; excitement, lust, and conquest in his eyes.

“Cute Undies.” He said, as he stepped forward, and stood right in front of me. My eyes no higher than his nipples. Caught off guard, I turned around immediately and put my face into my hands, I forgot what I was wearing. No one had seen me like this before. He closed my apartment door, I realised that he was standing behind me. “That thong looks sexy on you.” Aydin said, charmingly, as if he spoke with a smile on his face. I was starting to feel comfortable around him again, and felt myself submitting to his desire. He walked up behind me and held me close to him, his hands on my waist. I felt the warmth and strength of him as he held me against his hard body. I felt his large hard dick pressing against my lower back. It bulged through his shorts, and was incredibly thick. He smelt of sweat, and his skin was luxuriously soft, and warm. He turned me around, and kissed my forehead. He lifted me into his arms, and carried me onto my bed, and set me down on my back, and then laid down next to me, his head resting on his open palm, staring into my eyes. 

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. You are beautiful, Mavi.” He said, as his other hand caressed my arm, and went down to rest over my hard dick. His palm covered my entire shaft, and his long broad finger tips rested on my inner thigh. I felt my throat throbbing, and my body heating. I was light-headed. I felt owned by him. He had not performed any sexual act on me, and yet I wanted to deliver my entire body, mind, and heart to him.

In a moment, he looked down at his hand that rested over my crotch, and then back into my eyes, and smiled gently. “Do you trust me?” He asked. It was rhetorical, what I felt for him was beyond trust. It was complete surrender. I nodded, squeezing my thighs and flexing my feet to release the sexual tensions and anticipation that flowed through me. He looked into my eyes, and leaned down to kiss me. His lips softly pressed against mine, and then his tongue powerfully found itself in my mouth, subduing my tongue, and allowing it to flow to his rhythm of caressing my lips with his. He whispered into my ear words which I did not recognise. Perhaps not even words, but a sound. An ancient sound, complicated yet articulate. I felt a warm glow in my stomach, which moved into my thighs. I felt immense warmth from his hand, that was still in the same position on my body. I began perspiring slightly, from the pressure of heat coursing through my body. 

My head was in a rush, and I felt my chest could not contain the heat, and took deep breaths, as I closed my eyes. Seconds later, I found Aydin looking into my eyes, as he always does. I saw in his stare a deep connection, and felt completely safe with him. I looked down and saw that he had removed his clothes, except his socks, shoes and jocks. He looked like a mediterranean sculpture, too glorified and reverent to still be above ground, or in tact. His pole bulged from his underwear, almost tearing through the cotton to get to me.

He could tell that I was back to my senses. “You are mine, forever.” He said, smiling. He kissed my neck, as he lifted me from the bed, and threw me back down, with his bulging cock inches from my face. I could smell the musk, the pre-cum, the piss. He pinned my forearms down next to my face with his big calves, and pushed his bulge against my face, rubbing his cock on me, humping my face. His scent and power was intoxicating. I was weak with pleasure, and could feel myself becoming moist. Just as I became aware of it, Aydin had pounced off me, pulled my thong off, and buried his face between my legs. He fiercely held my legs apart, his hands hugging and separating my thighs, with my ass cheeks on his shoulders. I felt a rush of pleasure, as his big soft tongue masterfully navigated my lips, and glided into my hole. I felt the vibration of his grunt, pleasurable moans, and the rough tickle of his beard on my skin, as he tasted his new work of art. Aydin had given me a pussy.

Leaning on my elbows, and looked down at the man who held my legs open. He was the epitome of power. He glanced at me and winked, and then put his face, mouth, and tongue back into my pussy. His black hair fell over his face, he made me pant, as I watched his tongue flick against where my dick had been just moments ago. I could feel his satisfaction coursing through me. I had no questions. No objections. I put my hand on his, resting my fingers between his. I wanted to watch him like this, this god-like creation owning and dominating me. I was breathless when he stopped. I felt moist and eager for him to fuck me. But he didn’t. He left me on the bed, my legs trembling with pleasure.

He walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and drank it. He leaned against the counter, teasing his enormous bulge, and then walked back slowly towards me. He sat on the side of the bed. “Come here. On your knees.” He said, not once looking at me. I obeyed, and found myself on the floor, his bulge in my face. I took his sneakers off, and couldn’t help but put it to my nose, and take a deep breath. His scent was ecstasy. I took his socks off, crumpled both into my hands, and pushed it to my nose, and took deep breaths with them. It was better than fresh air. He watched the entire time. I caught his bulge flexing in the corner of my eye. “Take your prize.” He said. I could sense that he was anxious to know how well I could please him. I pulled at his jocks, as he lifted himself, slid them off his long legs, and threw them on the floor, not taking my eyes off his dick. I licked my lips. “Good girl.” said Aydin.

I put my lips onto his thick broad head, and my tongue beneath it. It barely fit into my mouth, but I was determined. All of a sudden, I felt immensely relaxed, knowing my place and purpose. Presently, I was intensely aroused, and could feel my hole moistening, and loosening. Pleasure rushed through my body as I slid Aydin’s monster cock to the back of my throat, and that was just half way. I licked his balls and found that his cock only got thicker as it reached the base. His hairy balls tasted of sweet sweat. I worshipped him. I was owned by him. There was nothing else but this realisation. Aydin moaned with pleasure, and forced his cock into my throat, and extended his arm in front of me to rub my pussy with his two long broad fingers. He was gentle and soft with his fingers, but rough and domineering with his cock. I was gagging, and my saliva coated his dick.

He lifted me from the ground, threw me onto the bed, and got on top of me. Grinding on me, in intense and perfect control. He lifted my right leg and held it against his shoulder, and choked me with his left hand. His hard cock, lubricated by my throat saliva, pressed against the tight pink hole that was his new breeding hole. A sharp intense pain shot through from my hole to my head. His cock felt like an over-sized battering ram. I was screaming in agony, and hoped that I could eventually catch my breath and tell him to stop. He broke my virginity. He broke my reality and every part of me. He didn’t stop. He fucked me harder and harder, and to stop the screaming, he put his armpit over my face. He muffled my voice, as his sweat and scent from his armpits trickled onto my lips. I took a deep breath and began relaxing. I felt myself loosening and moistening, and eventually I could feel Aydin’s rhythm, and moved my hips to the thrusts of his cock. He put his hands next to my head, palms out and his big hands flexed, holding up his immaculately carved chest, and kept fucking me, while he looked at me with deep concentration. I could tell by the look on his handsome face, that this was exalting for him, as it was for me. His thrusts became slower, and deepened in intimacy. I moaned as the pressure of his cock pounded against my prostate, slowly and skilfully.

I felt vulnerable and safe. Transformed into a man’s conquest, and used for his pleasure. My hips were numb, and I was breathless. “I love you, Mavi.” said Aydin, as he thrusted his hard cock into me, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me moan and tremble under him. He kissed me softly, tenderly. As if there was no reason for him to show his force and domination over me any more. The broad rock-hard base was stretching the opening of my pussy and his strong hairy thighs held my legs open, while the tip of his phallus was tapping against my prostate. A part of me so deep, that only he could reach. He knew exactly what I wanted, and gave it to me, without judgement or cruelty. He gave it to me with complete love. There was no question of my being submissive to his will. I clenched his hard dick and felt a rush of moisture lubricate my pussy. Aydin began convulsing, his body became stiff and his veins protruded, pumping with blood. I felt a shot of warm liquid inside me. My hips lifted as another shot splattered inside me, followed by load after load of Aydin’s powerful seed. Clenching his dick even tighter, with my hands on his lower back, my body broke out in a sweat, and a warm rush ran through my flooded pussy, I felt ecstasy as his huge cock pounded against my entire being, his scent, his kiss, his touch, the way his toes curled while he shot his load, his beard touching my cheek. I orgasmed for the first time, and felt my pussy juice soak the part of him that was inside me, and leak from my hole. He was breathless, and sweating, but still leaned down to kiss me. Still pumping in and out of me. His cum leaked from my pussy, and I shivered as it slid down my thigh, and soaked into the bedsheets. He stretched and flexed his powerful legs and perfect feet, cracking his knuckles. 

He was still inside me, his heart beating at the same pace as mine - it was an abnormally peaceful rush. We had found each other. He put his forehead against mine, and we both closed our eyes, as if to say that we would never be apart. He slid out of me, and lay on top of me, his dick still erect against my abdomen, gently showing me his strength. “How did you do that to me?” I asked him, after what seemed like a few minutes. “I am a magician, and I have great power over you, because you are my one true love.” He said it calmly and humbly, and matter of factly. “Will I go back to normal?” I asked, unconcerned. “Of course, my dear. You can, whenever you wish to.” He said, his hand brushing my hair back, knowing that what he had done to me has changed me forever, even if I choose to go back. We laid there, looking at each other, knowing that we had found what we had been searching for our entire lives. “Are you ready to feel me shoot my load balls deep in your other hole?” He asked as he turned to me, grabbed my ass, and kissed me on the cheek. I bent over in front of him.