Natasha is a big lady, especially compared to me. But I like them big. I like being enveloped by their huge tits and strong arms and legs. I also like it that Nat, as I call her, cares little about adapting to her new home here in Idaho. I got her as a mail order bride and I knew she had something of a past. When I first looked at her at the airport in Boise I knew she was just what I needed. She was five feet seven inches tall, one hundred seventy five pounds, with dull green eyes and brassy blond hair and fine pink skin. She wore a short leather skirt and fishnet hose and a sleeveless sweater with broad red and orange horizontal stripes. Her make-up was too heavy and her cheap cologne did little to hide the affects of too many days without a shower and too many cigarettes.
She was pleasant enough, but I could tell that she was not going to be subservient, even in this new setting.
I knew she had been a street girl in a small town outside of Moscow since she was twelve. Now, at twenty-two, she was beyond her earning prime and was looking for a new life in the states.
Ever since my mom had died, about 15 years ago, I had been looking for a strong woman to fulfill some of my needs. I am only five feet five and weigh just 147 pounds. My mousy hair is thinning so I keep it slicked back and long. Since I am often sexually aroused, I have gotten into the habit of wearing adult diapers to absorb the cum that seems to be always leaking from my four inch cock. Unfortunately, the extra padding in my pants forces me to wear a size larger than I need.
The first night I took Nat home, she was very tired and simply stripped and got into the bed. I undressed after carefully folding her clothes, and climbed in to bed behind her. I snuggled my little cock into the crack of her massive ass, but she just grunted and nudged me away with her elbow. I ducked below the covers and was immediately confronted with the odor of a not thoroughly clean ass and vagina. My cock, already at its full length, began to twitch and throb. I waited until she was asleep and then proceeded to give her ass and pussy a loving tongue bath. She swiped at me with her long black enameled nails, but I was too turned on to care.
The next night we went to dinner to celebrate our marriage and her arrival in the US. There were two biker/survivalists drinking beer and playing pool in the back of the place we were eating. Nat told me in broken English that she was a good pool player. The guys were enormous and they looked pretty rough but they said they would play against Nat and me. Unfortunately my cue was a little crooked and too light, so I kept messing even easy shots. Nat just laughed at me and flirted with the other guys.
Finally one of the guys said he would lend me his cue so he left the game. A few minutes Nat left the game too, allowing me to continue playing with the other guy. A little while later I realized that Nat and the first guy were nowhere to be found. His buddy, the guy I was playing against, said not to worry, his friend would take good care of my wife.
An hour later Nat and the other guy came back. Her hose were torn and she had a big shinny area on one of her heavy thighs. Her lipstick was smeared and it looked like she had lost her bra. It is a size 44dd, so I know it had to be around somewhere.
