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Swathri and her husband Shomeer, Kyrhan's brother were flowing back home. Sunita was accompanying them on Kyrhan's request. He wanted to be sure that Swathri got accustomed to her new role with her husband. Sunita was a blond American girl, presiding over the destiny of the thriving computer company her fitrst husband had built before his death, six years before. She had been seduced reluctantly by her son on a camping outing. Since then, they had moved and were pretending to be husband and wife. They had been accepted quite easily by the local community as Sunita was very kind, gentle and helpful with her neighbors. The fact that she had kept a buxom, sexy figure may have helped them somewhat in their acceptance by their male neighbors.

For the other members of her community, she had a few oddities in her life, but nothing puzzling there : she was older than her husband but that might explain why she was wearing short dresses and low cut tops as she had to compete with girls of her husband's age. She was also wearing even at home or when shopping in the commercial malls or at the nearby Wal mart, some unusual clothes for a white woman : sarees, salwars, ghagras, with weird ear rings and necklace. When she had a reception at home, she also wore a matching ornament on her forehead. She was so sexy that several husbands in the neighborhood had offered to their wives or girlfriends, lush sarees. It was fashionable since then, to wear a saree at receptions. At the last 4th July celebration at the town hall, there were eight women in sarees, including the mayor, the sheriff and the attorney's wives and two female state court judges.

Sunita had also imposed the fashionable way to wear the saree : very low on the waist, just covering her crotch and exhibiting proudly her shapely navel and tummy. She always put on high heeled sandals that gave her a swaying hips stance that drew all the attention of the male assistance. A few growls in the female community have ensued but she had always unprimed the conflicts by selecting the most vehement women, telling them that she was uneasy by their husbands watching so intently her whenever they met. She had talked the offended wives into changing their wardrobe to more daring garments, showing them how to wear properly a saree and even offering them a complete outfit. It was always a pleasure to send the initially aggravated woman home with a tiny choli with no bra underneath and a lewdly worn saree.

Sunita made them into the best propagandist for such unusual clothing by walking with them in the commercial mall. The large expanses of bare belly skin were sure to lure men around them. For many of these housewives, it was mind boggling to discover that men could be interested by them again. When the men saluted them, Sunita replied in kind with an inviting smile. They invariably offered the girls drinks or coffee after a few minutes chat. Sunita accepted immediately, before her friends had time to decline the proposal. Thereafter, the ice had been broken and several affairs had started then. Sunita then had no special difficulties in convincing her female friends to go to the mall or social events in even sexier outfits, without any bra or knickers, with high heels stilettos or even see through sarees. . .

So, Sunita was quite at ease, wearing her saree on the night plane to Mumbai. As usual, she was naked underneath, ready for any cock or exploring finger that could wander her way. The plane lights had been dimmed to allow passengers to sleep. As it was relatively cold, she had requested comforters for her, Swathri and Shomeer. She could try to organize something kinky with them, as a starter. She snaked her hand under Shomeer's comforter. Kyrhan had instilled in her mind that males should always be serviced in priority. He was wearing a simple dhoti. She had no trouble reaching into his clothes until she grabbed his cock with her right hand. When she began to caress his cock, he woke up. Understanding what she was up to, he smiled approvingly and positioned himself to facilitate her. She expertly wanked him under the comforter until his cock erupted into her fist. He kissed her on the lips as she pulled back her hand, taking care not to spill any cum from her hand.

Shomeer and Sunita switched seats to get her on the seat adjoining Swathri's. The commotion had waken up Shomeer's wife who wondered why her husband was no more beside her. Sunita whispered to her ear that with everyone else sleeping soundly, they could have some fun together. She explained that she had just wanked Shomeer until he had spewed his jizzm on her hand and she had kept it to share the precious sperm wither friend. Swathri seemed outraged but Shomeer told her in an authoritative tone :

- Swathri darling, Kyrhan has sent Sunita with us as our mentor. Please follow her instructions with no discussion!

Swathri bowed down. Sunita told her to lick the sperm of her husband from her palm. Swathri complied with no fuss, lapping the still warm sticky fluid with her tongue. She cleaned then the hand from the last traces of her husband's offerings. Sunita whispered to her ear not to be heard by their neighbors.

- Unhook your choli and lift up your saree to your waist. I want your buttocks directly on the seat. I'm going to play with your tits and finger fuck your cunt. If you're obedient enough, I may push one or two fingers into your arse later. Go on!

Swathri bunched her saree to her waist as discreetly as possible. When she unhooked her choli, Sunita had already two fingers deep into her twat and her thumb on her clit. With such a direct attack, Swathri reached her first climax in a few minutes.. Sunita was tweaking her nipples between her thumb and fore finger. Swathri was beginning her ascension to another climax soon. Sunita asked to bend on her left buttock toward her husband to allow Sunita to get more easily to her arsehole. She obeyed immediately and Sunita pushed her fore finger into her welcoming ass. A liquid noise and some groans informed her that some unexpected action was occurring. She tried to peek into the darkness and discovered that Swathri had shamelessly taken her husband's cock in her mouth, in full view of everyone.

- Ganesh! The plane is crowded and you blow your husband just like that!

Swathri stopped for a moment sucking her husband's cock like a lollipop to grin to her.

- You'll realize that now that I've been freed of my prejudices, I may be even lewder than yourself.

- OK, try it. Show me than you can organize something hot now!

- Will you follow my orders?

- Yes, if they don't imply some scandalous public outrage.

- Look on the other side of the alley to your right, there's a man awake and watching us. While I finish my husband, you are going to stand up and go to to the toilets. On your way, you'll stop to tell that man to come with you. You'll put yourself a condom on his rock by rolling it with your teeth. It's a whore's trick and it seems adequate you try it. It should become a common practice for you!

- I'm not a whore!

- You'll be whatever I want. You've told me that all the women of Kyrhan's harem are submissive, but they may be slavish for Kyrhan and not for anyone. Leena is slavish to any Indian men and women, I think I'll like to be the slave of Dan but I feel that most white women and men are too weak to be anything but totally submissive to me, a superior Indian woman. And so you are!

- Yes, you're right, Mistress Swathri! I'll obey you. I was longing to submit to you. Kyrhan sent me with you to initiate your sexual activities but he told me that you were so haughty and self assertive that you'll never be content with just a submissive role in your life and you were most likely to take the leadership from me. I just thought that you'd take longer than that!

- Mmmhhh. We'll discuss about it later. Shomeer is about to shoot his load into my throat! Your lover is desperate for you. Go and give him the release he needs so badly!

Sunita stood up and took the direction of the toilets. She tapped on the man's shoulder. He whispered to her :

- Yes, miss. How can I help you?

- You've been watching us. . .

- Blowing the man with you?

- Yes, my Mistress has sent me to offer you to fuck me in the plane toilets.

- By all means, white slut! You'll tell your Indian mistress that I'm indebted to her. Here is my card. You'll give it to her.

- Yes, sir!

- Call me Master. A lowly white slut like you should consider any Indian man and woman to be her superiors, far better and worthier individuals than herself!

- Yes, Master!

They went into the toilets booth. She fell on her knees in the cramped cubicle and performed as well as she could the mouth to cock covering of his cock. It was the first time she did such a job. The man seemed to appreciate her performance.

- Good, white whore, you seemed to be an expert cock sucker! In a few years, you may reach Indian women high standards.

Sunita wasn't able to answer as he was already nibbling her tonsils with the head of his cock. Being named slut or white whore was not touching her as hard as she had expected. She even found some pride in these insults coming from the mouth of Indian people. She would have balked fiercely if anyone else had used the same words.

The man made her bend above the toilet bowl. He noticed she was wearing no undies. He sneered :

- White women not wearing any undies like you, are really whores of the lowest class!

He entered her doggie style and fucked her choot as a Master fucked his slave girl, leaving her no initiative and using her as he decided. She felt ultimately owned, just a property, a fuck toy and she was extremely proud just to be the fuck toy of Indian men! Her new lover was less huge than Kyrhan or Shomeer but still significantly longer than her son John. When he had filled his condom, he made her change it. He then made her resume her previous position over the toilet bowl. He pushed his cock into her again, this time choosing her back passage. She appreciated the brutality of his entry. This time he made her climax as he was buggering her mercilessly. He had put into her mouth his billfold as a gag for preventing her to scream as he was fucking her ass. He took it out only when they walked back to his place.

- Go back to your mistress. Thank her for a kind attention, give her my card and tell her that I'm at her disposal if she needs to have you chastised in any way.

- Yes, Master!

Sunita had once more enjoyed multiple mind shattering climaxes. Indian men really knew how to treat properly white women. With her first boyfriends, her husband and even John when he had fucked her for the first times, her climaxes were pleasant but nothing more than that. Kyrhan had introduced her to anal pleasure, to impossible dilatations, to ultimate stretching feelings that had expanded tremendously her sexual horizons and of course to multiple climaxes to which she was now totally addicted. She now had more climaxes each year than she had had in the twenty years before her wedding travel with John in India. Ganesh be thanked she had not chosen Acapulco or some other more traditional destination such as Vegas or Miami!!! Both herself and John had learned many things since their association with Kyrhan and her son was now able to give her climaxes in comparison to which all her trysts with her first husband seemed in comparison quite dull, nothing more than children's games. . .

Swathri in Mumbai took immediately a taxi with Shomeer, leaving Sunita to reclaim their luggage, alone with four big Pullman cases. She arrived more than one hour after them. They had already showered, changed their clothes and they had had time enough for a quickie on Swathri's dresser. She continued to show Sunita who was the boss. She made quickly the blond woman into a servant : a luxury for an Indian woman to have a live in white maid at her total disposal. She had to sleep on the carpet at the foot of Swathri's bed, ready to service any of them. She was even requested to sleep with a big pillow under her back to lift up her cunt and arse and made them easily attainable by anyone interested in her. For sure, she was always naked then and had her hands cuffed in her back to make her totally helpless.

Many rich Indian households still have live in naukars (servants),of usually low caste, doing all the menial tasks in the house but the male servants are usually very dark and muscular as they often work very hard outdoors under the fierce sun. The high society women used to protect themselves from the sun to have the clearest skin possible. Swathri wanted Sunita to endure one of the most degrading adventure for a high society Indian woman : to be fucked by a mere servant. It would have been even worse if her husband could witness it and be told to lick his wife clean from the cum of this servant. He could even be told to clean the man's cock, fresh from cumming into his wife's ass. Sunita's husband was in USA and it was too late to ask him to come back in India but they could still make a video of it and send it to him.

Swathri was getting enthralled just at the idea of ultimately degrading the submissive white woman and sending pictures and video of his wife fucked by a simple servant to her husband. Shomeer was more cautious, fearing to infuriate his brother but Swathri kept insisting. As their sexual life had improved tremendously, Swathri was in position to dictate her husband how to behave. They had two likely servants : the cook and their jack of all trades, chauffeur, gardener, plumber and many other duties in which he happened to excel. He was very handsome and Swathri would have considered fucking him herself if he had been from a higher caste. The cook was from a not so bad caste but he was fat, an oily bag of grease no woman but a whore would have agreed to fuck but he was also broad chested, just the opposite of the traditional image of a wimp. In comparison to both of them, John looked like an adolescent.

Swathri presented Sunita the two men.

- It will change you from your wimp husband, don't you think so?.

- My husband is not a wimp, he gives me often multiple climaxes. You should try him!

- Maybe next time! Just know that all the servants in my household are tested for all known venereal disease every month. They know that if ever they get contaminated, they will be immediately fired and they know I mean it!. So they are perfectly clean.

Neither the cook nor the jack nor Sunita herself was told anything in advance. Swathri just summoned the men together in the study. The other servants had been given a day off. Sunita entered carrying a tray with fresh coffee and delicate pastries. On Swathri's instructions, she was wearing a see through saree with no petticoats and no undies. Her choli was in spandex material : very thin, nearly transparent and very body clinging. They could see perfectly her brown areolas and her erect nipples. It just covered her strategic zones, leaving nothing to the imagination otherwise. She had already understood the plans of her mistress Swathri and she was not adverse to them. Both men were broad chested, one was quite handsome, the other one was less attractive but she had seen and fucked even uglier and fatter men

Both men, as soon as they had seen the scantily clad Sunita, had developed a big tent under their dhoties. Swathri came to her and still wordlessly, unhooked slowly Sunita's choli. When the last hook was undone, her full breasts, pushed away the material, jutting proudly forward. Swathri stepped back and let the two servants feast on the exposed flesh. She took the pallu of Sunita's saree.and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were now totally exhibited and the two men already had an idea on why they had been summoned there. On her side, Sunita was already dripping wet from excitation, just looking at them and thinking to what they were about to do to her.

But Swathri had some preliminaries to do : she placed a red dot on Sunita's forehead, put a long black beads collar around her neck and a toe ring on her foot. Sunita looked at her Mistress wonderingly.

- All these small things designate you as a married woman. When they will fuck you, my cook and my gardener will ultimately debase and degrade you. You should wish to die rather than endure their attentions and the fact you'll surely enjoy their caresses should make you inexorably fouled, unworthy to come back to your husband. If he accepts you back, it's him who will be ultimately degraded in your own eyes and you should leave him if you didn't crave so much humiliation and degradation!

Swathri deliberately threw things on the floor, ordering Sunita to give them back to her. The idea was just to make her bend forward in front of the two men's eyes and make her wiggle her breasts with her fully open choli dangling on both sides. When she had retrieved her mistress' handkerchief just on the feet of the cook, she dropped a piece of sugar behind Sunita who bent once more. She was now presenting her magnificent bottom superbly wrapped in her saree. Swathri grabbed her pallu on the floor and pulled up. The whole saree uncoiled from around her waist and fell down. As she had no petticoat and no undies, her buttocks unveiled just in front of the lusty eyes of the two men. She had just a knotted cord around the waist and her high heels and they were totally inadequate to protect her.

Any man would have grabbed her and fucked her against the wall, like a butterfly pinned into a box. The cook and the gardener were red in confusion. With their dark complexion, they wouldn't have ever dreamt to fuck a so pale woman, visibly of high rank. If they had proposed to her, she would have scurried away, screaming for help. But this one seemed not to be afraid of them. On the contrary she pushed her breasts toward them enticing them to grope at her breasts and draw her into their clutches! She was their dream come into flesh, the ultimate cock tease, the perfect fuck toy!

The cook was the first to move, he grabbed Sunita and drew her luscious body to him. She didn't resist at all and took him in her arms. He covered her mouth with his lips and she kissed him back. She seemed already very hot for him. Their foreplay had turned her on.

The gardener didn't want to be left out. He helped her out of her open choli and began to maul and suck her gorgeous tits. He must have been very good at it as she started immediately to moan and scream quite loud. Swathri had been right giving the other servants a day off!

Sunita pulled off the shirt the gardener was wearing. When she discovered his chest with bulging muscles, she let her lower jaw drop by a couple of inches. The man could have competed to be Mister Universe. He was a darker version of Schwarzenegger at the peal of his career! Any woman would have begged to be fucked by such a gorgeous man.

Swathri was dying to push Sunita away and take her place even if her husband was just three feet away from her. Blood was boiling in her head. Sunita outsmarted her as she bent forward and took his nipples in her mouth. She very slowly sucked them until they pointed forward like small darts. She tweaked them between thumb and forefinger before falling at his feet on her knees. She hastily opened hisr dhoti to extract his cock. She was fast becoming an expert at it! She took his cock into her mouth and resumed her sucking movements

Sunita carefully pulled back the foreskin and ran her tongue around his swollen cock head. He slowly caressed her head in approval. He grunted a few words of endearment.

- Rundi (whore), your white slave's mouth is as hot as a volcano. If you continue, I may make you drink the enibrating spunk of an Indian man. With such a delicate brew, any white man's cum will feel like piss to you!

He expected no answer, just speaking to humiliate the white slut that had been given to him for his pleasure. She had a job to do and Sunita knew that, if she had stopped sucking him, he would have slapped her unless he decided to spank her seriously and with his large hands and bulging muscles on his arms and shoulders, she wouldn't like to be spanked by him, at least for the moment. after a good shagging, she might be in a different mood as Kyrhan had made her discover the pleasure of being whipped just afterhe had filled her pussy with his hot spunk. All her body had tingled under the strokes and she had cummed so many times under the whip without any other stimulation that she had fainted in his arms. Perhaps that gorgeous gardener could drive her to such heights of pleasure!

While she was drooling in expectations on what he was going to do to her, she was sucking him on, very slowly, letting him enjoy all the possibilities of her expert mouth. She loved feeling the long meaty cylinder forcing her jaws open and getting into her gullet as she was labouring over it. The strong smell and taste of maleness, mixed with a spicy zest of sweat, sperm was intoxicating. Her own husband had a completely different taste : soap, deodorizer, lavender, too clean to arouse her. She made a mental note to ask him to just wipe his cock in the shower. She envisioned herself shutting the door behind him when he comes back home, falling on her knees and engulfing his cock in her mouth as she shed her clothes to appear naked to him, just there in the entrance of their home : Is there a better way to tell your husband you love him?

Sunita's mind was now reeling with lust : the gardener, the cook, Shomeer, Kyrhan, her husband were swirling in her mind like in a kaleidoscope. She cupped and very gently squeezed his balls, dragging her tongue along his shaft to finally take his heavy testicles in her mouth, sucking and licking them with delectation. The gardener let her slave over his cock for a long time. he loved to see a white woman acting as the lowest slut on him.

Finally, he pulled away of her grip and placed his cock just between her breasts, making her press them around it. The cock was slippery with her saliva mixed with some precum from him. He could make it slide into that make shift sheath he could order her to make it tighter or looser as he wanted. The head of his cock was darting up between her breasts, nudging her chin. He had arranged her hands on the sides of her breasts, leaving her nipples free. From time to time he tweaked sharply the engorged cones to tell her to speed up the process or slapped them with the back of his hand to tell her to increase the pressure. A gentle nudge on her nipples indicated his satisfaction.

Sunita was on fire then : all this cock sucking, the constant attention he was requiring from her, his authoritative attitude as if she had been his personal slave for the last twenty years made her moan in need, aching to service him more completely!

- OK, slut, time for more action! I would like to see how you fuck a real man, rundi. . .

Sunita whimpered gratefully and followed him to a couch nearby. He took off his work garments and sat on the bed. Sunita was told to straddle him and she obeyed hastily. He leaned forward and kissed her lips greedily. His hands were roaming on her body, pinching her breasts, caressing her voluptuous hips, feeling her buttocks and exploring the crease between them.

His hands gripped her waist and lifted her up. He told her to aim his cock head to the entrance of her cunt. When he felt her cunt lips nudging his cock, he let her sink down very slowly. His cock spread slowly her lips open, in a mind blowing sensation. When the knob had fully entered her, he pulled her to him faster. His cock burst into her cunt, filling her to the brim. Sunita screamed in bliss, throwing her head back. His cock was now sheathed to the hilt into her tight channel, not so tight in reality but the size of his cock made her feel like a virgin again, a virgin whose defloration was about to be complete!

Shomeer, Swathri and the cook were silent, watching in fascination the gardener fucking mercilessly Sunita to her obvious pleasure.

The gardener made her rock her hips around his cock. He began groaning feverishly as she ground her twat on his cock. Kyrhan had made her exercise on a special dildo that measured the force exerted by the muscles in her vagina on a man's cock. She had now complete control on them and exercise had increased tremendously her strength. She clamped her cunt tightly on his cock and began to heave her belly up before pushing back on his belly. She pumped him faster and faster making him groan in ecstasy. No woman had ever treated him that way. He was pressed, nearly squeezed in her cunt as if she was a tight virgin but she was able to receive him to the hilt like an experienced whore just a minute later. The girls he fucked in the neifghborhood were as tight as that white woman was where they were young but soon became loose and remained definitively so. It was then that he always choose to quit them. Ganesh, he would like to keep that woman for himself and a few selected friends, maybe. She was incredible!

Now he wanted her, wanted to really posess her. He made her on her back on the bed and shoved his cock deep into her cunt. He entered her rather fast but he felt as if she was opening herself in front of him. She was so wet that he hadn't to force himself into her really hard but if he stopped his thrusts, she immediately clamped down on his cock and held him inside fiercely, instantly releasing him if he pushed in again. When he had buried himself to the hilt in her twat, they froze for a minute, enjoying the rythmical contraction of her muscles around his prick. Then she bucked under him as if she tried to unsaddle him. Instinctively he grabbed her swollen breasts to steady himself and prevent her from escaping him. He began to fuck her, deeply, slowly and quite heavily. He slid hs cock slowly out of her and she accompanied him with her hips arching over the bed. Her cunt was squeezing him fiercely, then he pushed back home quite fast, pinning her to the bed. She clamped her twat around him to increase the friction as much as she could, waiting he was fully sheathed in her body to release him just somewhat.

Their erotic ballet lasted a long time under the eyes of thair mesmerized assistance. Sunita screamed now continuously, urging her lover to fuck her ever harder and deeper. She would have blushed in shame if she hadn't been in such a frenzy.

- Aaargrhhhh, ooohhh, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, bastard, don't ever stop! Fuck me!!

The gardener was an experienced lover, alternating slow and deep thrusts and fast machine gun tempo in and out moves. Sunita's screams varied accordingly in pitch and volume. Her climax was clearly getting nearer and nearer. She was no more able to speak, just gurgle in delight, panting, gasping, moaning like a woman drowning. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the ineffable sensations emanating from her cunt but irradiating along her spine from her toes to her head. She writhed like a smake on the bed, her boobs dancing from one side to the other, her head crashing on the pillows surrounding it. Her body jerked under his flowing his thrusts. She froze suddenly with her back arched up. She had been strong enough to lift their combined weight. Her cunt clamped his cock as if she wanted to tear him away. The pressure was a sufficient stimulus for him, too. He felt his sperm soaring through his erect pole and erupt against her cervix.

They fell down, the gardener's large body covering lithe Sunita's limp frame. She was cupping her breasts in her hands and nibbling absentmindedly her nipples as the last waves of her fantastic orgasm rippled throughout her body. Gosh! At home, her son had encouraged her to seduce her bodybuided tennis trainer. He had bulging muscles that had attracted her attention but he was a lousy fuck, only interested in adding Sunita to the long list of girls he had seduced. That gardener had given her awesome pleasure without even an hint of foreplay. She swore to herself to come and visit frequently Swathri in the future!

The gardener turned on his back, freeing her from his weight. He was heavy but she had loved to feel the weight of her lover pressing her onto the bed and she felt abandoned when he pulled away. She felt hands grabbing her shoulders and carrying her from the bed. She opened her eyes sleepily. It was the cook who had emerged from his trance. He wanted to take part in the action. Ganesh, she was so totally exhausted that she didn't feel able to ride him.

Fortunately, he had clearly other intentions. He deposited her on her four on a thick carpet in the middle of the room. He pushed big pillows under her belly to raise her bottom. Her chest and head were hanging freely on the other side. He wanted to take her doggie style and was sufficiently clever to leave her tits totally available to his mauling. She smiled thinking that from behind her, he would have a perfect view of her shaven cunt and her her puckered rose ass hole. Both would be totally available to him. Would he want to add another load in her cunt or would he prefer to bugger her still unused ass hole. It was totally up to him. He could even switch from one hole to the other if he cared for it. She wiggled seductively her ass to lure him into action. Come on, guy, I'm still horny and ready to be serviced. Just push your beautiful cock into any of my available holes. Theyare all yours to plunder. She groaned :

-Of Fuck me again, use my ass or my mouth if you want but fuck me! Do it hard, I beg you, please!

The fat ugly cook placed himself behinh her legs. At least ske knew that her mouth wouldn' t be solicited at least for the present time. He runs his cock along her perinaeum nudging her ass hole, then sliding back to the entrance of her already copiously annointed honey pot. After a few tentative pushes against her sphincter, she screamed to him.

- God! Choose my choot or bugger me as you want but fill me up! I can't stand that teasing. I need your big cock wherever you want but now, please.

She screamed out quite loud when he sodomized her in a single plunge, at last! Her hands gripped the carpet as he entered powerfully into her back passage, fucking her up the ass. For the cook, Sunita was just a white whore, some sort of worthless Dalit, a piece of meat that happened to be pretty enough to be fucked, just used and nothing more. Their mutual pleasure was nonetheless intense, strong and burning. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed them in his fists. He wass not trying to give her pleasure, just to hurt her in a sadistic urge. He began to push and pull his cock in her ass hole. She screamed each time he impaled her fully to the hilt and moaned when he pulled out. She wiggled her head making her long hair flip from one shoulder to the other like some heavy whip.

The cook then bent forward and inserted two hooked fingers into her cunt and pulled ferociously when he pushed into her arse. Her screams got instantly more piercing. Her twat was savagely distended by his fingers. It was the pain itself that made her reach yet another climax. Lakshmi be thankedi, Kyrhan had revealed Sunita's shamefully hidden submissive tendencies. Otherwise, this scene would have been a highly traumatizing rape for the young woman. As things were now, the scene was a tremendously exciting situation and she was even more aroused just thinking to what other harsh treatments the cook may have still in store for her and she didn't count the pleasure she would have narrating the scene to her husband, to Kyrhan and his wife. John would probably want to relive in person the events of the whole day!

Her brutal lover didn't want to limit himself to that climax. He disengaged rapidly, pulled her down without concern for the pain he may have inflicted to her and forced his cock into her mouth. She could taste a mixture of her own love juices, his precious cum, his sweat and the bitter taste of her own excrements.

- Directly from ass to mouth! A treat for a white rundi! If your white husband was there, I would make you share it with him, scum!

Sunita let him push her on her knees in front of him, on the bed. She sucked his cock greedily, trying to pump his cum out of his swollen balls. He blocked her head with his hands and fucked it as he would do with a cunt. His back and fro movements reached a frenzy as he masturbated himself in her mouth. He jerked his head back, screaming his pleasure His cum erupted from his cock like a geyser. Sunita was not able to swallow it all as fast as it spurted out. It burst out and spattered her all over her chin, cheeks, nose and eye lids were creamed copiously, there were even droplets in her hair and on her forehead. some had glided from her chin to her breasts and some was even dripping from her nipples down to her thighs. Sunita had never seen someone cumming that much. She had been lucky to be already pregnant from Kyrhan. A thick potent shower like that would have done the job quite easily. Gosh, with just that load, the ugly cook could have impregnated a whole company and he still wasn't limp!!!

Now she had time to savour the rich taste of his offering in her mouth. She made it turn into her mouth like the finest Burgundy wine. It was as inebriating as a millesime Krug Champagne, the one she loved the best. . . She swallowed it all, scooping what was smearing her face and her breasts and massaging what was left into her skin.

- Ganesh, it's the most efficient cream to moisten my skin. I would love a cum bath, with you as the sole provider. You're the best I've ever encountered!

- White slut, you may love my superior Indian sperm and you're right thinking it's the best brew in the world, the rchest, the tastiest and above all, the most potent you may enjoy. It was a treat for you as I never tried a white woman, especially one wearng so elegantly a saree but I prefer to share it with Indian women only. i may have impregnated twenty of them already, several of them of rich Brahmin families and in a few occasions in front of their wimp husbands.

It was too much for Swathri. She advanced to the bed.

- I'm from a rich Brahmin family. My husband isn't a wimp. He may have a cock bigger, longer and more skillful than yours and I'm already pregnant from him but I would like to try you if my husband allows me to do it!

- By all means, darling, and I'll attend the show. Our cook may be quite far from the classical beauty of a bollywood star but it may be a good entertainment! We must let poor Vijjnand to recharge his batteries for a couple hours and prepare a more comfortable scene for Sunita and me.

The room was rearranged quite easily : Swathri had the bed sheets, soiled by Vignand's rich sperm, changed to red silk ones. She covered it with cushions and arranged the fluffiest ones on the carpet just in front of the bed. She added a few candellabras for additional lighting as night had already fallen. She accompanied Sunita to the bathroom. The two women soaping one another, taking special care with their cunts and asses. swathri opened from a locked cupboard a long thin dildo with many holes.

- If you fit it in the place of the shower head, you can receive an Internal shower, perfect to reduce the risk of unwanted pregnancy. It's old : my grandmother had conceived it as she had a cohort of lovers but wanted to have babies only with her hubbie! There were no contraceptive pills at that time! But today, we'll use it to clean your twat and prepare you to receive my husband. I don't want him to swallow some cum from that horrible racist cook. He may have a superb cock and be able to spew a gallon of rich tasty sperm, he is still the most despisable mind in India.

Swathri massaged Sunita with fragrant oils and her guest reciprocated. They washed their hair one another. What was inevitable probably occured after one hour frolicking in the wide bathroom. Swathri bent forward and kissed tenderly Sunita's lips. The american woman had had a few bi experiences in Kira's palace but this time, she opened herself completely to her Indian friend. They played together for an hour before emerging perfectly combed, their make up perfect as if they were going to an opera in London. some one watching them scurrying back to the bedroom would have immediately seen that they were going to some lewd scene as both wore flimsy see through sarees, and had omitted to put on petticoats, bras or undies. Their cunts were fresly shaven under their sarees and sprayed with the most arousing fragrances.

Shomeer was waiting them in the meeting room. He was feverish but Vijnand was quite calm. Swathri fell on her knees in front of him, taking care not to let the fabric of her saree being blocked under her. Sunita sat also on her knees just beside Shomeer. She lifted her knee to free the hem of her saree a,d crossed her wrists behind her, offering herself completely to Shomeer. A sensual Bollywood music was making a perfect back ground. Shomeer and Vijnand grabbed in the same movement the pallus of the women that had placed themselves at their disposal. Tonight, both men were their Lords and Masters and both women had promised one another that they would abide totally until dawn to their orders, especially the lewdest. . .