0 comments/ 54238 views/ 5 favorites Leena Submits Again Ch. 01 By: dan57 Especially dedicated to TIM Leena had fully recovered from her strenuous delivery in the Dalits' bungalows in the gardens of Prince Kyrhan's palace. Her friend Preeti had promised her to come and give her some tutoring on the proper appearance for a woman. Leena had accepted then the challenge. Three months later, she was at Heathrow airport to welcome the young Australian woman. She was so shy and discreet that Leena didn't feel threatened at all. She had even come with her husband Peter following Preeti's mail instructions. Preeti had been quite precise, up to what Leena should wear at the airport : a very short dress in light blue tones she would find at the Selfridges, the general store in the center of London. When she discovered the dress, Leena had paled : it was shorter than anything she had ever worn, barely covering the bottom of her panties and the fabric was so sheer that her undies were in full view. The dress was probably intended to be worn above some suitable chemise but Preeti had been pristine clear : Leena was to wear the dress directly on nude color undies. The weather was unusually warm. Thus, Leena had not even the possibility to hide herself under a cloak. Preeti seemed to have foreseen everything : her instructions were of not wearing a cloak if the weather was fine and of taking it off and carrying it on her elbow as soon as she entered the airport if it was rainy. Moreover, she was not to stand along her husband but as far away as she could. Discovering a pretty woman scantily clad in revealing clothes and apparently alone had attracted the attention of many males around her. Some of them had invited her for a drink or just tried to chat with her. Her instructions were to accept drinks and conversation with a broad smile. Afterwards, the difficulty had been to thwart any tentative sexual contact. She had had her bum roughly handled, her breasts kneaded and a few touches up her thighs but she had been able to elude every attempt. Preeti finally arrived at the scheduled time exactly two hours after Leena had begun her lonely wait. Even Peter had arrived just a quarter of an hour before, leaving her the ideal prey to any male predator around. Preeti's instructions were that precise! Such a treatment had rekindled Leena's innate submissive tendencies and she was perfectly aware that her cunt was sopping wet, ready to be entered by anything from a finger to a big cucumber. Leena opened wide eyes when she discovered Preeti's outfit : a black leather sleeveless dress, the classical uniform of a dominatrix just slightly softened by a white muslin around her neck. Preeti went straight to Peter and kissed him on the lips as if he was her husband. They chatted together for a few minutes. Peter nodded and Preeti signaled to Leena to come and welcome her. Leena hurried to meet her expecting them to exchange greetings and pecks on the cheeks. Instead, Preeti replied to her salutations by handing her the two big wallets she had brought from Cairns. - Hello, Leena, I can see that you obeyed my instructions. It's a good start. I've brought you a small gift from Australia! She handed Leena a plastic bag. Leena opened it out of curiosity. Her eyes got glued to what was inside : six inches platform shoes! How and where could she put on such high stilts. They were quite whorish in style although they seemed rather expensive. Preeti looked at her friend with a fiendish smile. - Leena, put them on! Immediately! After her long wait in revealing clothes, Leena was deep in submissive mode. She would never have rebelled against such harshly voiced orders. Bending down her head, she undid her stiletto shoes and she braced against the wall to put on the impossible height shoes and to stand upright. Against all odds, the shoes were rather comfortable and Leena felt rapidly at ease wearing them. Having her eyes six inches higher than normal and having to walk on tiptoes was an unusual experience for her but she smiled proudly to Preeti. - You appear to have found the knack of it pretty fast, Leena. We will test your expertise immediately : take my wallets and carry them to your car! Standing up in these shoes had been relatively easy but walking while carrying two big wallets that were not fitted with rollers proved to be much more difficult. Preeti seemed angry as Leena trailed behind them. - Hurry up, lazy bones. We are getting late! Preeti sat in the back of the car with Peter while Leena was to take the driver's seat. Peter and Preeti began to chat happily about their friends. There were a few kinky comments on their recent week at Kyrhan's palace when Preeti had spent one night with the Dalits and two servicing Kyrhan, John and Peter. She was keeping an eye on Leena as when she began to unbuckle her shoes, the Aussie woman stopped her immediately. - Leena! Keep these shoes on! - But, Preeti, it's impossible to drive a car with them on. They are just too high! - I tried them and I succeeded. So you can, too! Keeping her feet in correct position with six inches platform shoes was very tiring but she finally managed. When they reached their Hotel in Mayfair, Preeti decided to go to the restaurant of the Marriott hotel on foot. Leena with her high heels and sheer dress was the center of attention in the street and in the restaurant. Preeti had taken a seat on the left of Leena and she had shown a seat on the opposite side to Peter. They had ordered a good meal and an expensive champagne bottle but Leena had just been given a salad, a poached trout with green beans and plain water. - It's for your health. You should lose some weight! During the lunch, Peter watched passively as the young Australian woman stroked his ten years older wife as if she were her property. Her ministrations seemed to suit Leena as her nipples threatened to rip through the bra and the expensive raw silk dress she was wearing. Preeti moved her moist lips to Leena's ear and whispered : - Go to the toilets. Remove your panties and bra and bring them to me. Carry one in each hand so that people can see what you have. Walk slowly and wiggle your ass for your male assistance's benefit. Did you understand what I told you? - Ohhhh, my God, What are you asking from me? I've never been that slutty in my home country and in presence of my husband, how can you? Ooohhhh, Ganesh, you're making me crazy but I'll obey! - Be more formal when you answer me, slut! Do you understand, Leena? Preeti pinched Leena's nipple through her top and bra. Peter was surprised watching his wife moaning in pain but not trying to escape the torture Preeti was inflicting to her breasts - Aaahhhh God. Please. Yes, I understand, Mistress! - Sunita has found herself in the same predicament recently. She has confided to me that it was terribly arousing to be nearly naked in the center of a restaurant and holding her discarded bra and panties in full view of a bunch of spectators. - I'm just terrified, not aroused! - We'll see soon. Now, pull your elbows back and push your breasts forward as you walk. Don't forget you're performing in front of your husband, one of your closest friend and maybe forty strangers. Wiggle your pretty ass! But before you leave, offer me your mouth publicly. Preeti kissed Leena straight on the lips, a passionate open mouth kiss that would proclaim both women were lesbians even though both were most of the time perfectly straight and just occasionally bi. Peter was unusually aroused watching his wife Leena walking toward the toilets. Her pace was hesitant, almost reluctant but she walked on with swaying hips. Preeti had announced her goal was to fully dominate Leena and the first steps were a real success. Preeti called for his attention : - Look at the back of her skirt! She IS really a slut, don't you think so? There was a dark spot of humidity that advertised that Leena was hugely aroused, too. Peter's cock grew to a sizable erection in response. - I can't describe you how much I'm enjoying dominating your wife for a few days. Thank you for having it allowed and for having paid my travel expenses. I'll find a way to reward you. I've just told her to take off all her undies. With the sheer fabric of her dress, she should be the center of attraction of the restaurant when she comes back. In fact, it was Preeti's first experience as a dominatrix. Saying she was enjoying it was a gross understatement and Peter really enjoyed it very much, too. He was quite happy that Preeti was putting his wife so lewdly on display, that she was touching and kissing her publicly and that she was making her obey all her whims so masterfully. He wanted to see how she would drive Leena to even kinkier developments. Peter only regret was that his wife wouldn't show to the assistance her former thick bush. It had been depilated years ago and Kyrhan had decided to have all the women of his harem definitively removed with their husbands' unanimous approval. Six laser depilations had been necessary to clean even the stubble and leave cunts as smooth as the skin of a baby. Peter had gone as far as taking photographs of her bare pussy and sending them as gift cards to his friends. Few had realized what was on the photographs. - Tell me about your wife's pussy! - It's very pleasant to watch. Its fragrance is really fresh and arousing. It's always very wet. Her clit is unusually long, maybe a quarter of an inch and extremely sensitive. Her pussy is very tight, even after Kyrhan had fucked her all the night. When I fuck her, I feel almost as if I was fucking a virgin. When she thrusts back to meet my cock, it's really just like when I took her cherry. Leena was squatting on the toilets bowl, pushing her wet knickers down her legs and unhooking feverishly her bra. She was hurrying to come back as soon as possible in the arms of her mistress Preeti. She was so excited that she was sure that the first caress on her tits, a simple squeeze of her nipples or a kneading of her quim would be sufficient to make her reach a screaming orgasm in plain view of the other people in the restaurant and the waiters. In fact, Preeti could have ordered her to strip completely and stretch herself on a table near the entrance of the restaurant, she would have obeyed without a protest and she would have let the whole staff and all the forty or so guests fuck her, several times if they cared for it. What Peter would feel when her belly and breasts would heave throughout her climax as Preeti just touched her anywhere intimately was of no importance to her. For the time being, Preeti was her only owner. It was also very arousing to think that she would climax in plain sight of everyone. She had recognized a few friends or acquaintances of theirs. Her humiliation would be complete and even that thought was arousing. She had to hurry, Preeti was waiting for her. As ordered, she carried her bra in one hand and her panties in the other, making no attempt to hide or disguise them. She pulled her elbows back, pushing her tits forward as far as she could. She had pinched her so sensitive nipples to make them into sharp bulging cones and she had let the raw silk of her dress rub her nipples. God, Just the friction could be sufficient to make her climax in the middle of the alley. She had to plant her nails into her palms to prevent that ultimate disgrace. Preeti watched her pretty submissive friend walking through the alleys back to their table with a very provocative gait that had caught the attention of everyone, male or female. Leena sat down quite gracefully on the bench beside her and she snuggled close beside her mistress. - Give your bra and panties to your husband. You will not need any whenever you are with me, from now on. Leena handed the undergarments to her husband. By this emphatic gesture, she acknowledged that she was now the property of her pretty little mistress and she shuddered at the thought that Preeti was the third woman of Kyrhan's harem after Kira and Swapna to whom she had so completely surrendered. Would the coming months make her also the slave of Sunita, Ranu and finally, of the last recruit, Marine, who had not even received her Indian name so far. - I want to touch your tits! Preeti snaked her hand under Leena's armpit and closed on her left nipple. She squeezed it hard to inflict some pain. Leena grimaced but remained mute. Preeti squeezed again harder and longer until the pretty woman moaned desperately. She then began to maul mercilessly her now very sensitive breasts, planting her sharp fingernails in her soft skin. Leena's impending climax had been delayed by the searing pain in her tortured breasts but pleasure was returning quite fast. She pushed her breasts forward even more to offer them to her mistress' fingers. She began to pant. - Now I want to touch your cunt. Leena moaned pitifully and pulled up the hem of her dress all the way, bunching it shamelessly up to her waist in the middle of the restaurant. Her legs parted and she pushed forward her crotch to offer it to Preeti's hand. Her cunt lips were wide open and her cunt was wet, hot and ready to be entered by a finger or the whole hand of her friend. Peter's eyes were focused on his wife, watching her completely enslaved by Preeti. She had freed her hand from Leena's breasts and she was moving it slowly down her tensed belly then up her thighs toward her very damp cunt. - Pleeasseee, mistress, do it, fuck my cunt with your fingers. I beg you! Her fingers found her cunt entrance and Leena had to fight to keep her eyes open. Preeti pinched her cunt lips and pulled them aside, feeling her hot juices seeping out. Leena's body jerked taught, her muscles straining as in electrical shock. Her mouth was wide open, displaying completely her sensuous, soft, full lips. Her belly began to heave and her breath came ragged. Preeti entered her cunt with three fingers in a cone and she began to move them up and down slowly, alternating deep penetrations with shallow ones but accompanied by a rubbing of her clit by an expert thumb. Leena closed her eyes in bliss. - Keep your eyes open! Tell your husband what I'm doing to you. - Ohhh Ganesh, Peter, she's. . . aaaahhhhhh. . . fucking my cunt! Oooohhhhhh, Lakshmi, now she's got my clit. . .! Leena's belly hunched involuntarily and her head dropped down on the back of her seat from the force of the climax that ripped through her whole body. Preeti let her regain her composure and spoke to Peter. - It's so easy to make your slut of a wife cum. Just present her someone with a strong will and domineering voice and she'll swoon and open her thighs for anyone. You should offer her to a few really sturdy men, like dockers, farm hands or fishermen. We could take seats and watch. - Would a short but sturdy greengrocer suit you? He is very authoritative and he fancies Leena. - It looks promising. We will visit him tomorrow. Now, let's choose our desserts. This Knickerbocker glory ice cream seems quite delicious. - And I choose this strawberry cup. And what for Leena? - Her dessert will be served in the car park. We are going to fuck in the back of the car. When we'll have finished, she'll clean both of us and make you hard again to fuck my arse. Then she will suck both of us clean again. - Great! I hope you'll remain here some time. You seem to be a perfect trainer for Leena. Oh, before I forget, I must tell you that her next breeding time is rather close : Kyrhan's stud is due in four weeks. - Do you know him? - No. Just that he is a surgeon from Calcutta and that his wife cannot bear children. Leena will give him two babies. She has been given a few weeks ago the stimulating shots of Kyrhan's MD medicine. I will stop to give her the contraceptive pills in the next days lo let their effect fade away. So if you want to have her fucked by her Indian shopkeeper, the timing is perfect. - You never considered to have her bred by this grocer? It could be fun! - Oh no! He's not what I call handsome and he wouldn't be expected to support his children. - So their coupling will remind us the cartoon : Beauty and the Beast! The next afternoon, around 4PM, Leena entered the greengrocer's shop. Preeti was following her, her arm passed on Peter's arm. Both women were wearing sarees. Leena's was in simple cotton in brownish hues while Preeti's was in a rich burgundy silk with plenty of embroideries. Their difference of status was also plainly clear, just looking at their jewels : simple copper bangles, ear rings for Leena and finely chased gold bangles and a rich mantalsutra for Preeti. Instinctively, the greengrocer turned toward Preeti after just a small smile to Leena. - How can I help you, My Lady? - I've been told that my servant comes regularly here to perform immoral acts. - Milady, Never in my shop. . . - This ribald has acknowledged it! So, it's too late to deny it! - But she's an adult and there's no law forbidding relation between adults! - I never pretended you committed any offences. - I don't understand then what do you want from me! - Leena has told me that you were very well endowed. Would you agree to fuck that slut in front of me and her husband? - No. It's impossible! - Even if I left her to you for two days? You could prostitute her and keep all the money. - Uhh! A great idea, Milady. Make it three days and we may agree. - I won't argue but I may come and watch any time. Remember that I won't participate. - It was evident. You are obviously of too high rank to indulge into dallying with simple mezn like us. Wait until I call for my brother to man the shop. Twenty minutes, later, the grocer opened the door to the back store and let them in. He closed the door behind them and bolted it behind them. He produced two seats for Preeti and Peter. Preeti sat quite elegantly and thanked Peter who had helped her. Leena was left standing in the center of the room. There were several caskets of overripe fruits just behind. The grocer went in front of her. He didn't try to undo her saree as she expected it. Instead, he pushed her back. With a shriek, she fell on her back on the overripe fruits and vegetables. The impact squeezed plenty of them and juices or pulp were sprayed all around. Leena had pulp and juices staining the whole back of her saree and her choli. There were even droplets on her face and in her hair. The only part of her body that wasn't hopelessly fouled was her legs that had been shielded by the caskets themselves. The grocer seemed very pleased by his move. He parted her swaying legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pushed back the hem of her saree and her petticoat. Leena was wearing light blue panties underneath. The grocer scolded her. - Slut, I've told you not to wear undies when you come to visit me! - I beg your pardon, Sahib, my mistress didn't allow me to. . . - I won't listen to any excuses! I will make you pay for it later! He ripped her panties in a swift movement. Leena shrieked in pain and surprise. The grocer hastily freed his already erect cock from his dhoti, took it in his fist and aimed it toward her cunt lips. He was effectively rather well endowed, nothing like Kyrhan but of still an impressive girth. He pushed it in. Leena screamed as if she was a just deflowered virgin. Peter grinned toward Preeti. He had told her that Leena had a deliciously tight, virginal cunt. The grocer didn't let her time to adjust and he humped forward a second time. Leena's twat opened in front of his brutal invasion and she was soon fully impaled on his conquering meat. He fucked her mercilessly until he spew his big load into her womb. Leena screamed when she felt the spurts hitting her cervix and covering the walls of her cunt. She fell on her back, panting. Leena Submits Again Ch. 01 But the grocer had not finished with her. He made a few back and forth moves in her cunt to make his cock hard again. Instead of launching a second assault, he disengaged promptly, got on the side of the pile of caskets and lifted Leena from the mashed fruits. Leena thought that he wanted to help her out of this mess. When she was about a foot above the caskets, he just let her fall down, this time on her belly. The front part of her saree got soiled too. The grocer took the hem of her saree that was relatively clean to wipe her back and push away the stinking juices and half decayed pulp that covered it. As soon as Leena was reasonably cleaned, the grocer positioned his cock against her ass hole and he pushed it in with a very violent shove. Her ass crack was heavily lubed by the juices of the mashed fruits when she had been on her back. His second penetration seemed easier than the first one. This time, he was even more brutal. When he filled her bowels with his hot and sticky sperm, he pushed her face in a group of tomatoes that were still intact. Leena spat desperately as juices had entered her mouth and nose. - That was the punishment I promised you. This man is really your husband? Leena nodded absentmindedly. The grocer showed him another door. - This door leads to a small courtyard shared by four shops. There's a hose. Go and clean her thoroughly. Some of my colleagues may come to see the mess I've done with her. Clean her first and then let them have her but tell them that I want ten pounds for her mouth, fifty for her cunt and seventy for her ass. For those who choose her ass, her mouth is free afterwards. You'll give me the money your wife has earned to cover the price of the fruits and vegetables she has destroyed. - But they were rotten? - You're proud enough to discuss my orders, cuckold? You'll clean afterward the mess in my back store before you leave with Milady. . . Peter preferred to close his mouth and helped his wife out of the room. The courtyard was dirty and empty. The three other doors seemed closed but the grocer must have phoned to his neighbors. The doors opened in a flash and maybe twelve people, shop owners and customers together swarmed to look at Leena. They looked disgusted and covered her with jeers. Peter took the hose and directed the jet toward his wife. She screamed from the strength of the jet and its coldness. The grocer yelled from behind him. - Stronger or this slut will never be clean. Use such low pressure only when you clean her hair, her cunt or her ass! Peter obeyed immediately, drawing new screams from Leena, especially when he directed the full pressure of the jet on her breasts. As soon as he shut the spigot, the people around them clustered around Leena. Peter couldn't see her precisely any more among them. the grocer reminded him the requirements of the job he had assigned him. - Shouldn't you get to her side to collect the fees? And here is a big box of condoms, mainly for her own safety. . . Peter had to use all his strength to push forward and get to the side of his wife. She was on her knees, readu to service the assistance. A man with a very dark complexion was already planted in her mouth while two other tried to penetrate her cunt and another one had his thumb in her ass hole. - Just a moment, folks. There's a fee to have my wife : ten pounds for a blow job, fifty for her cunt and seventy for her ass but then you can use her mouth afterward for free. I only accept cash. and all of you must use condoms. One of the men who fought to enter her cunt desisted piteously. The one who was already nudging her tonsils handed Peter the first ten pounds banknote. Another one jumped to a door and came back triumphantly with a wad of money. - Count yourself! there should be enough for myself and my brother in her arse. Afterward, Peter's main job was to dive condoms, hand back change, help the men who had unloaded in any of his wife's holes to stand up and walk away. The shopkeepers had priority as they had to attend their customers all of them were not interested to pay for fucking a white woman, even if very pretty. Other ones may just not be rich enough to pay for it. One of the shop owners came back soon with a big grin. He announced with a big laugh. - One of my customers has agreed to take charge of my shop while I fuck her arse. I've promised him ten pounds so he can enjoy her, too ; that's charity; I think! When Leena's last customer had left the courtyard, dusk had fallen and Leena was still on her knees with oozing condoms scattered all around her. Her holes were gaping open, sore of too much use without lubricant. She was exhausted. Peter sorted the notes and counted what Leena had earned that evening. It had been the first time she had been prostituted on such a scale and she had won her day : two thousand, one hundred and twenty pounds in, huuumm, six hours and a half. At this rate, the greengrocer could soon open a supermarket. Peter handed him the thick wad of bills. Preeti had watched the whole scene on an armchair that the shop keeper had brought in. A few of Leena's customers had offered her money to obtain the same service but she had rebuffed them in a so stern rebuke that they haven't asked twice. Preeti could take in any circumstances some aristocratic appearance that discouraged any males around, even her own husband. The only man who seemed totally impervious to her haughty manners was prince Kyrhan himself. If he had been there, she would have been on her hands and knees along with Leena in a few minutes, after a sound spanking she had amply earned. - Before you leave me with Leena, hose her again : she is dirty, sticky and smelly. Use low pressure when you hose her cunt and ass, as I've told you. Preeti didn't even glanced toward Preeti when she exited the shop followed by Peter. Leena was still on her four in the middle of the courtyard. The greengrocer had forbidden her to stand up. He placed the armchair on her side and sat on it. He rested his ankles on the hollow of her waist and counted again the money Peter had given him. - Great! And there will be very hot gossips this evening. You'll have plenty of other customers tomorrow. There will be a queue outside. expect between fifty and eighty men tomorrow, slut. - Master, may I ask to be lubed in some way, tomorrow. My holes are so sore of overuse! - Granted to my best source of cash. I must some palm oil can there for you tomorrow. You know that I've a problem with you: I cannot take you home : my wife wuld object and all the beds are occupied. You'll have to remain in the shop but I fear you'd be abducted. As naked as you're, I doubt you would try to escape. . . Ah, i've an idea. He rummaged in a closet and produced a metallic collar, obviously made for a big dog. He tried it around Leena's throat and it fitted almost perfectly. the collar was closed by a big padlock he snapped in place. The green grocer then fitted a thick chain to the padlock and he attached its extremity with another padlock to a ring in the wall outside the toilet. Her universe that night would be limited to a three meters radius around the toilet bowl. Before leaving, the greengrocer secured her wrists tight behind her back and he wrapped a cotton bag around her hands.. - This way, you'll be unable to use your hands to free yourself. Have a good night, Leena! If you get thirsty, you may drink water from the toilet bowl! I cleaned and disinfected it three days ago.It should be reasonnably clean! The next morning, around nine, the greengrocer came to open his shop. Leena was squatted on the toilet bowl, getting rid of her natural wastes when he entered suddenly through the back door. She had not time even to stand up. The chain attached to her collar prevented her to close the door and gain some privacy. - Hi, Leena, I wanted to surprise you and I succeeded, it seems. I brought you food and something les foul to drink. But before, I want you to rearrange all my shop, replenish the vegetable caskets and take the fruits out of the fridge. The greengrocer took off the chain but let the steel collar around Leena's neck. She had to enter the refrigerated area stark naked. When she came out, a few minutes later with the first load, her nipples were already erect from the cold. The greengrocer enjoyed watching Leena toil in the shop completely naked. - Hey, lass. I think I'll ask your mistress to send you more often here. When You'll have finished, I'll fuck you and afterward, it'll be my customers' turn and you'll begin to earn me big money. Did you know you were sitting on such a gold mine? Leena didn't reply. When she had finished, the man threw her a comforter, telling her to spread it on the floor in the back store and lie on it on her back with her thighs wide open. This time, he wanted to try her in the misionary position, it seemed. To Leena's surprise, the shop owner didn't follow her in the back store and he left her there on her back in complete surrender. At ten, precisely, he opened the steel curtain and allowed the first customers in. Preeti and Peter were among them. Preeti was very close to Peter who had his arm around her waist, on the bare skin between her choli and her saree. The greengrocer was pretty sure that they had spent the night together, sure that Leena couldn't discover it. He couldn't know the real relations among the three of them. At the first time, there was no customer in the shop, the owner told Preeti to enter and take a seat. He ordered Peter to take care of the shop while he was occupied with his wife. - An unmanly cuckold like you shouldn't be allowed to watch his wife being fucked by superior Indian men. Knowing that his wife on the opposite side of a door is rammed mercilessly by real men while you can hear her screams of ultimate pleasure is sufficient for a inferior man who is deeply convinced of his own low status. Peter didn't feel inferior to him on any plane, except for his damn sperm count but he chose not to reply and went to serve a group of two housewives in kameez that were amazed when a white man started to discuss with them quite fluently in Hindi. When Leena began to moan and scream, he just increased the level of the radio to cover the noise. As her screams were continuous after more than half an hour, his opinion on the greengrocer's staying power increased dramatically but he did not try to peek inside the room where his wife, his friend Preeti and the man were locked together. Inside, Leena had waited half an hour on her back with her thighs spread out, waiting patiently to be fucked by the Indian man. She had heard his despising words to her husband and felt immensely sorry for him. She would do anything to repay that humiliation he was suffering to let her push her fantasy further. She had seen her friend Preeti entering quite regally the room before the man who offered her a chair to watch more comfortably the show he had prepared for her. He freed his cock and went on his kness between Leena's legs. He pushed the head of his cock past her lips but went no further. He wanked feverishly to get the longest, biggest and hardest cock he could before savagely pushing it into her tight again pussy. It had no time to stretch to accomodate him. Leena screamed once more like a young innocent virgin impaled by some luscious faun. On the opposite side of the door, Preeti noticed that Peter had increased the level of the radio. The man began to push in and pull out his cock harshly, making Leena scream at the same level. When her pussy began to stretch out for the big intruder it was forced to receive, the greengrocer pulled out immediately. He seized a big cucumber that was bigger than a beer can, maybe three inches and a half in diameter. He took the palm oil bottle he had been looking for the previous evening and he lubed the vegetable profusely before inserting its conical end in Leena's gaping cunt. The extremity entered without difficulty but Leena began to scream again when the man pushed it further in. Preeti was about to tell the man to stop when she realized that Leena was not trying to escape. She was just venting her pain. Her fear had all but disappeared, and had been replaced by an ancient craving that many white women could be forced to remember : being savagely raped by a man of some superior race that was not hers. He could have been black, Indian, chinese but the fantasy would have been equally powerful. As soon as Leena's screams had begun to diminish in intensity, the man had her turned on her hands and knees and he had entered as brutally as possible her arse to make her scream loud once more. Preeti was mesmerized by the show in front of her. She suspected that the greengrocer was mainly trying to humiliate Peter. She wondered what he intended to do afterward when her ass hole would have completed its dilatation. A few minutes later, she saw him grab just another cucumber and plant it straight in her asshole, he had just vacated. Preeti thought that Leena's ordeal was about to come to its end as the cucumbers were roughly of the same diameter as Kyrhan's cock. The prince was never as brutal as the greengrocer but Leena was certainly able to accomodate even bigger male tools. But the man had still another nasty way to make Leena scream as loud as he wanted. He began to spank her with a hard brush. When it became clear that Leena was too exhausted to scream any more, he took a leather belt in the drawer of his desk and began to chastise her back with stronger and stronger, faster and faster strokes to suit him. When even that was not sufficient, he made Leena turn on her back, leaning on a wooden stool and he belted mercilessly her sensitive breasts. They soon turned to various red and purple nuances. Leena fortunately fainted at that moment. The man looked at the clock on the wall. Pheww!That white woman was really resistant : she had lasted nearly eighty minutes of such an harsh tretment. He had expected less than half that time. - Now, she may rest all the morning. She'll start servicing my Indian friends from 4PM. I'm sure that her bottom and breasts will be very sensitive to the touch. They will love it. He unlocked the door and called Peter. - Hey, cuckold, your wife is very resilient. She had finally passed out. Go and free her of the cucumbers in her cunt and arse. You may lick her cunt and ass if you care for it but, afterward you'll let her rest until the middle of the afternoon. She is going to earn a few thousands pounds more for me... Leena Submits Again Ch. 02 Dedicated again to Tim who regularly encourages me and provides many interesting hints for future adventures of Leena. Just hope we'll chat directly some day. ********** After Leena had helped Kira's team of Dalits rebuilding Shandrakor mountain resort, her friend Preeti boasted she could teach good manners to her. Peter, Leena's husband, offered to cover the travel expenses. Leena submitted quite easily to her friend who immediately decided to offer her for a few days to the greengrocer who fancied her. He had prostituted her to the neighbor shopkeepers in front of her husband and used her as a rag doll, trying to humiliate Peter whenever he could. ********** Peter bent on Leena and very gently pulled out the cucumber in his wife's ass. She moaned softly when it passed the barrier of her anus. It had been so widely stretched that it remained gaping open, allowing him to glimpse the flesh inside. He then grabbed the other cucumber filling her cunt. He didn't take it out immediately, making it rotate inside her and even pushing it in somewhat. Leena moaned louder, it was sufficient to draw the greengrocer's attention. - Hey, wimp, I never allowed you to make your slut-wife cum with my vegetables. Just pull it out and clean her with your tongue. Don't lick her clit or I'll punish you! Peter again refrained from talking back to him. He pulled out quite meekly the cucumber, letting a gush of white sperm ooze out of her cunt. He cupped his hand under just in time to collect the sticky gooey and froze, disgusted by what he had been ordered to do. The shopkeeper shook him out of his trance. - Good! Now lick your hand clean. I hope you'll love the taste of your superior's sperm. You may have to drink gallons of it in the future. Peter finally found the courage to dip his tongue in the pungent mixture of sperm with his wife's love juices. He was surprised to discover it was salty and nutty, not really unpleasant if quite disgusting. He licked it out. - A good job. Now, turn around, slut and present your ass hole to your cuckold of a husband. Take your cheeks in your hands and part them so that he can lick your ass hole. Leena soon moaned in delight from the ministrations of her husband. This time the shopkeeper let him do it without objecting. When he found her clean enough, he ordered Peter to put back the metal collar around Leena's neck with the chain padlocked to the ring in the wall. Peter dutifully handed the keys of the padlocks to the grocer. - Thanks, cuckold. You may leave now to let your wife rest. Be back here at a quarter to four. You'll overseer her mating again and collect the fees as yesterday. There may be more customers this afternoon as word-of-mouth has surely spread out the news of her availability. Leena slept several hours on the comforter. When she woke up, she found food on a stool just beside her. She was hungry and she ate everything out in the dark and waited patiently on her makeshift bed. Around 2 PM, the grocer entered the back store. He sported a huge hard-on that was making a tent on his dhoti. He had told Peter that she had to rest to be ready to service maybe fifty men in the afternoon but clearly, he wanted to use her at will whenever he chose. He sat on the chair and snapped his fingers to order her on her knees in front of him. He ordered her to free his cock herself and offer him the best blow-job she could. The slurping noises that filled the room attested of her good will. When he felt he was about to cum, he stopped her with another snap of his fingers and ordered her on her knees, her back to him. She thought that he wanted to fuck her ass once more but instead, he entered her cunt doggie style. That way, he could get deeper inside her. The tip of his cock hammered against her cervix drawing screams of pleasure intertwined with anguished moans of pain. The shop owner was finally cumming deep inside her womb. Leena noted that he never used condoms but took care that all the men he prostituted her to used one. He would not have acted differently if he had intended to breed her. She had to face the fact that she would love to have twins from this arrogant man. Somehow, it would sound quite appropriate, now that he had owned her so completely. Kyrhan had already promised one of his friends to breed her in a few weeks. But perhaps, she could talk Kyrhan into deciding that her next litter would be sired by her greengrocer. She was imagining herself in a white leather harness with a collar around her neck and a leash attached to it. Peter would hold her steady while the shopkeeper would fuck her mercilessly. Meanwhile, Peter was exploring Preeti's very wet cunt. The remembrances of his humiliations in the shop had given him a huge hard on and the young woman was quite eager to offer him the solace he desperately needed. In fact, Preeti had thought herself a submissive so far. No wonder about it as she had been faced to Kyrhan and Kira at the origin. Kira had such an aristocratic aura around her that it was quite easy to find yourself in a submissive mood even if Kyrhan's wife was basically submissive too. Preeti had discovered her dominatrix tendencies when Leena had come back from Shandrakor. She still relished submitting completely to Peter as she was now but she would surely be ambivalent in the future with some of her future mates. At the precise time he had been told, Peter entered the shop. The grocer had phoned him through Leena's cell phone, telling him to bring a choli, petticoat and some beautiful silk saree and a simpler one for the following day. - Ah, the cuckold is just on time! Good : a few customers are already awaiting for you. The conditions will be the same as yesterday. You'll collect the fees again. When Leena's workday is finished, you'll just clean her and leave immediately. I'll not need you tomorrow but her mistress will be welcome. She'll bring you back your slut-wife. I just wonder why she encumbers herself with such an unmanly worthless wimp. You're just good enough to serve white women in my shop. The afternoon went like the previous day but the length of the waiting queue forced Gupta, the name of the greengrocer, to propose a bargain : the men could use Leena's three holes simultaneously for one hundred pounds. Most of them choose that discount solution. Peter netted slightly more than three thousand pounds with eighty one men having used his wife in any way and several twice. When Peter and Preeti finally had gone home, Gupta made Leena put on the clothes her husband had brought. He led her to another shop, two blocks away. It was still open despite the late hour, nearly 10PM. A woman was watching the television. - Ayhh, Gupta! I was just thinking that you had changed your mind! - No chance! Here is the girl I've talked you about! Do you think you can do what I asked you? - Mmhhh! Let's see how she looks naked! Strip, slut. We're late! Leena didn't try to argue and automatically undid the few clothes she was wearing, carefully arranging her saree, her petticoat and finally her choli on the back of a chair. The shopwindow wasn't curtained and the shop itself was brightly lit. Anyone walking in front of the shop could see a nude woman in plain view. Leena was terribly excited. Her only regret was that neither her husband nor Preeti were there to watch her humiliation. The woman ushered Leena toward a hairdresser armchair. - There would be no problem. Let's procede! The woman began to coat Leena's whole body with a pungent, oily mixture. She let her soak in the salve for half an hour. Then she led her to a cramped shower to rinse her. When she went back in front of a large mirror, Leena discovered that her normally very white skin had now taken an dark hue that her Dalits would have loved. Her husband wouldn't have recognized her when he had visited Kyrhan's palace and discovered her among Kira's building team. Leena's very fair hair had been tarnished locally by the body coloration. The woman applied then a very dark coloration to Leena's hair, including her eye lashes and eye brows. In the mirror in front of her, she had tremendous difficulties to recognize herself when she had finished. She could have wandered in the streets of Benares or Calcutta without attracting the least attention. But the woman was now occupied to create for her a completely new make-up. For sure, changing from pale blond with a white skin to very dark hair with a brownish skin was an unusual event for any woman. Gupta was following avidly the phases of her transformation. - Now I can present you to my wife. For two days, I've announced her the immediate arrival of my cousin from Delhi, Leena Bharadji. This night, you'll sleep in a real bed in my home. Don't forget to speak Hindi most of the time with my wife : her English is rather poor and she could become suspicious! Leena put back on her clothes and followed Gupta. She was on another world. The English woman she had been from the beginning of her adulthood had been suddenly replaced by a young Indian woman. She just wondered what Peter and Preeti would think of the change in her appearance. Gupta's wife, Parvi, received her quite formally, with the courtesy required for the visit of a cousin of her husband. She had prepared a late dinner for the occasion and enquired about recent events in India. Leena was less a week ago in Delhi so she was able to give Parvi a lot of gossips and information. As Kyrhan had decided that all his women should learn to speak Hindi, she had taken the habit of chatting everyday in that language and used it quite casually when she went shopping in India but also in Birmingham. Many of her neighbors thought she was of Indian origin. It was only when Kyrhan received guests that they used European languages : English and basic French Kira had taught her. Even her accent and way of putting on the saree were typical of Rajahstan. Parvi complained of headaches in the evening. Gupta immediately advised her to get to bed and take sleeping pills while he would entertain Leena. One hour later, he went to check on his wife and came back with a big smile : Parvi was sound asleep. Gupta sat aside with Leena and took her in his arms. She let him has his way with her as his wife was passed out for the night in the adjoining bedroom. Gupta took off her saree and her petticoat, leaving her with her choli only. He led her out of the dining room without any explanation. She had thought he wanted to fuck her in the room Parvi had prepared for her but he had more imagination than that. He led her to the dining room and thence on a balcony overlooking the courtyard. The flat was on the top floor of the building. A line of tall and dense poplars isolated them from nearby buildings. Leena was somewhat relieved but she heard voices coming from the balconies underneath. People were dining or chatting outdoors as the weather was surprisingly warm that year in Birmingham. Ganesh! Leena's hair and skin colorations had so much aroused her that she really needed his cock now but she was sure that she would scream quite loud as soon as he would enter her. Gupta pushed her until her belly came in contact with the railing. The night was so dark that nobody could still see her from the other balconies. Gupta undid all his clothes, throwing them back through the open door. Shiva! He still wanted to fuck her on this balcony with his neighbors less than ten feet away! She tried to step back but he blocked her move with his belly. She was trapped. Gupta quietly unhooked her choli and took it off her shoulders. Then he pushed it into her mouth until she was gagged quite efficiently. Now she wouldn't be able to scream, whatever he did to her, to her immense relief. In spite of her frequent kinky adventures, Leena had kept an unusual shyness with regard to strangers! She let Gupta make her bend forward and part her legs. He intended to fuck her from behind but now that she wouldn't be able to scream, she didn't mind at all. He took his cock in his right hand and aimed it to her tight cunt. She helped him by opening her pussy lips with her hands while he entered her. A muffled groan was the only sound she produced then. Gupta grabbed her breasts with his hands and used them as handles to pull her toward him. With their position, he entered her deeper than usual. She bent her head back in bliss. He fucked her a long time, slowing his pace when she was about to climax and accelerating when her frenzy calmed down. She wondered whether he intended to spend the night, fucking her on that balcony when he increased once more the speed of his moves but this time he didn't slow down. Leena felt his stiff pubic hair teasing her butt cheeks. He had put a thumb up to the first knuckle into her asshole. She began to cum helplessly. Gupta couldn't stand it any longer. He flipped her back over and raced to the finish. He groaned as his load shot out of his swollen balls. He pulled out for an instant and the first spurt covered Leena's pussy. Then he shoved his cock back into her cunt, and emptied his balls into her. He pulled her up to him, hungrily kissing her, as his cock continued to spasm inside her belly, hammering against her cervix. - You're the best, Leena. I love you, baby, with your skin as dark as mine. Do you want to go to your bedroom, now? Leena nodded as she couldn't answer his queries. He picked her in his strong arms. Gupta was rather short but he was very strong. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. She opened her arms, thinking he would want to fuck her again but he slumped on a big armchair. He pointed his finger to his cock. Leena understood immediately. She crawled toward him and began to suck it hungrily. He especially enjoyed her way of sucking his cock. He let her do it for a long time. When he got tired of it, he pulled his cock away from her hot sucking mouth. - Straddle me, put your feet on the floor on both sides and bring your cunt down until it touches the tip of my cock. Leena spread her legs wide and put a foot on either side of the black man's legs. She squatted over him and felt the hard meat of his cock touching her labia. She moaned loudly. - Now, slowly, baby, very slowly, lift your right leg and place it on the arm of my armchair. The movement made her cunt opening wide for him. The head of his cock entered her sopping wet hole. - Now, put your other leg on the other arm. Keep them very straight! The muscles of her thighs were straining to keep the position. She was hovering above his cock. When he would tell her to let go, she would just impale herself on his hard cock. He may be a simple greengrocer but he knew how to treat young white women properly. He gave finally the stern order she had been waiting anxiously just at the instant she could no longer withstand the strain. - Now let yourself down. Leena's pussy was oozing cunt juice on his cock, making entry quite easy, but she clamped her cunt closed to give him more pleasant sensations as she lowered herself. It felt to him as if she was a tight virgin struggling to work his huges cock into her slit. She spit out her choli and suddenly let his cock slip into her. Gupta's cock brutally hit her cervix. She screamed and spasmed as a mighty orgasm hit her. Then Gupta put his hands under her round ass cheeks, and lifted her easily a little and then pulled her back down. Leena's head was thrown back, her full breasts heaving, and her belly was sucking in and out as she panted, trying to catch her breath. - Ohhhhhh, Ganesh, I'm cumming again! Gupta lifted her up a second time, then a third. His pubic hair was lewdly brushing her sensitive lips and swollen clitoris. Leena cummed madly for the third time in a row. "Oooohhhhhh... Ganeshhh... aaaarrgggghhhhhhh... Not another time! Gupta dropped her down completely. The massive meat of his cock completely filled her vagina. She was climaxing continuously as he made her bounce up and down on his cock until she passed out, collapsing against his chest. He unloaded once more into her thirsty cunt. He took some rest on the bed with her for half an hour. He went checking his wife who was snoring quietly. He took a Viagra pill that gave him back in a few minutes a raging hard on. He pressed Leena against the wall and entered her in that position. Then he walked over with Leena still impaled on his cock to a desk he laid Leena down on. She felt his cock pulsing inside her, and moaned desperately. Immediately Gupta began to move slowly in and out of her, very slowly out, much quicker in. On every in stroke, Leena groaned long and loud. Progressively he increased the speed, and the young wife's groaning didn't stop any more. She was covered in sweat. While his massive cock pounded her, he placed his finger on her clit and just let their movements stimulate it.. - Oooohhhh, Ganeshhhh! It'sss sssooooo good... more! Gupta increased even more the speed of his thrusts into her cunt and Leena screamed her joy crescendo. The greengrocer was extremely self satisfied. That wench, Leena, wouldn't see her useless husband with the same eyes, now, he was sure of it. He dreamed for a few minutes of having her sue for divorce and take a flat near his shop, what French men call a garconniere, bachelor's room, the perfect place to fuck a woman unbeknownst from his wife. Leena fell asleep on the crumpled bed, completely exhausted by his repeated assaults. He took a short nap and got back to his own bedroom to finish the night with his wife. When she woke up, she would have loved to ride her hubbie but he calmed her ardors, saying that his cousin was sleeping nearby and they would awake her. . . A phone call made him suddenly drop his plans for the morning. He was told that an Inspector of food safety would visit his shop in the afternoon. He had barely time enough to clean completely his shop. He left hastily, not even leaving Leena the time to take a proper breakfast and a shower. He phoned to Peter to come immediately. When he arrived at his shop, Peter was dutifully waiting in front of the shop with Preeti. He didn't recognize his wife at first sight. Preeti and Peter were completely amazed by her transformation. Gupta told them that the coloration of her skin would fade progressively and would be totally disappeared in three months but the coloration of her hair was more permanent. Gupta organized their work : He told Peter to check all the vegetables and fruits, put the rotten ones in caskets and carry them to the disposal area. Meanwhile, Leena was to scrub the floor clean while himself completed the forms that should have been sent one or two weeks earlier. Preeti was watching Peter and Leena toiling without respite. When the shop was at last perfectly clean, she whispered something to Gupta's ear. The man smiled immediately and nodded approvingly. Preeti went away to a shop nearby. When she came back, she was carrying a small and a big bag. Gupta gave her some of the money Leena had earned for him. Preeti called for Leena and both women entered the back shop and locked the door behind them. Gupta ordered harshly Peter to serve the customers, taking care to let everything in pristine state. When the inspector arrived, he had no comment to make on the shop itself. He asked to visit the backstore which is so often in pitiful state. Gupta banged at the door and Preeti opened it, letting him and the Inspector in. Peter had just a fleeting glance on his wife in the center of the room. Leena was totally naked, wearing golden five inches stilettos, a rich Indian necklace with matching forehead ornament and very long and heavy ear rings that fell down to her shoulders. She was on her tiptoes, legs widely parted, hands behind her head, elbows pulled back as far as she could and tits pushed up and out. Her stomach was sucked in as far as she could and she was heaving desperately. The position Preeti had made her take was very painful from the strain on her whole body but it was also very arousing. She held it as perfectly as a marble statue, looking straightforward. She didn't even blink to discover who was at the door. Leena Submits Again Ch. 02 The inspector saw a young naked beauty with a very dark skin and almost jet black perfectly braided long hair, probably an Indian or a Bengali. Her breasts were heaving and swelling in rapid motions as if she was delighted to see him coming in. Her thighs were parted invitingly and they were coated with a delicately smelly glittering layer that was oozing from her cunt. For ten minutes, Preeti had caressed her breasts, cunt and ass hole to make her cum several times. She had lovingly spread her cunt juices on her whole legs. - Inspector, I know you had had a gruesome day. I hope you didn't find anything faulty in my shop. I thought that a few moments alone with one of the most beautiful jewels of Rajahstan would be a proper conclusion for your visit. I am leaving you alone with her. Lock the door behind me and Lady Preeti. We'll wait outside! Take as much time as you need to explore this young woman's treasures! Gupta left with Preeti just behind him. He was frustrated : he had expected to fuck Leena several times this afternoon and he had been coerced to offer her to a food Inspector! He vented his anger on Peter. - Haven't you seen these two women outside? They are waiting to buy some fruits. Go and serve them immediately. Thus you won't try to listen to the screams of your pretty woman fucked by this man. He may be a whitey but certainly not of your degenerate ancestry. A true man would never agree to be cuckolded by a smaller, poorer, older man like me. You're a shameful, worthless, pitiful husband. As he passed the door, Peter could hear Leena's first screams of ecstasy as the Inspector itasted the delicacies of her pussy. He was ready to push his inspection as far as he could and very far indeed. He was a bachelor and he hadn't fucked a woman for months and never anyone even close to the incredible, bare naked beauty that had been offered so lewdly in front of him. The inspector, ostensibly very tired emerged slowly from the back store two hours later. He was smiling. - I think she is out for the count. Thank you, sir. May I ask the name of this incredible wench? I may wish to visit her again! - She's one of my cousins, Mrs Leena Bharadji. She's married to some worthless, unmanly English man who is not able even to fuck her properly. You can phone me. I'll transmit her the message you require her services. - Quite convenient, sir! The inspector left and Peter and Preeti followed soon after, half dragging, half pulling Leena to the place they had left their car. She was wearing the cotton saree Peter had brought her. Peter wondered what Preeti had gone to buy when he realized that Preeti had changed to a mind blowing silver colored saree he had never seen anything as lush and beautiful even in Kira's wardrobe. His poor wife must have toiled many degrading times to earn the money to buy it. Leena was sound asleep when they arrived home. Peter and Preeti helped her out of her clothes and Peter held her in his arms under the shower while the young Australian woman soaped her body from head to toe, insisting on her mouth, cunt and ass that were caked into dried sperm. Huge globs of cum dripped from her cunt. The green grocer must have really enjoyed the previous night. . . Despite all the efforts of Preeti, her skin remained strongly colored. Leena would have to keep her Indian coloration for some time. They put Leena to bed and left her to rest. She emerged twenty hours later. She was surprised that they have put her to bed in one of the servants' bedrooms. She suspected that Preeti and Peter had fucked in the master bed but they could have let her sleep in one of the other bedrooms. There was a poster on the door leading out. Preeti had left her instructions : > Leena > I hope that you slept well. With your complexion, it would be difficult to explain your mostly Indian and Bengali staff that you're Peter's wife and a woman of high rank. So we decided to pretend you are a mere servant, my personal Indian maid. You'll serve me for the next two or three months. When your skin will have paled to a heavy tan, you'll regain your place and rank and I'll fly back home. > I've gone to Covent Garden with Peter. If you're hungry, the chef has left some vegetarian food at your attention in the fridge. You'll find a uniform for you in the cabinet in your room. I'll require a perfect service 24/7 from you from now on. >Mrs Preeti So Preeti intended to remain that long here. Leena had just expected her to stay one or two weeks. .. She opened the cabinet and she was not surprised to find piles of white close fitting and low cut blouses, short black skirts, and black patent high heel shoes. There were even white lace caps to put on her head and very tight belts she had to suck her belly to but there were no undies at all. Leena put on the uniformshe had been given. She went to what has been just two days before her bedroom. She had half expected what she discovered : Her cabinets had been emptied, her clothes had disappeared and had been replaced by the few clothes preeti had brought in her wallets. Even the lamp on the bedside table was not hers. In the bathroom, her tooth brush had disappeared and was replaced by another one she had never seen. Ganesh, Preeti seemed to have been very busy while she was sleeping. She couldn't have thought to everything. She took the phone and listened to the message of the telephone answere. The voice of Preeti announced : - Hello, You are at Peter and Preeti's home. I'm sorry : we aren't available now. Leave a message. We'll phone you as soon as we are back home. Bye! Leena opened the door and looked at the letter box : a new card had been placed on it : Mr Peter Adams and Mrs Preeti Forsythe. Damn, it was as if she had disappeared from her home. When Preeti came back home with Pete, she was in a jubilant mood. After the theatre, they had gone to a night club and danced until 3AM. When she entered her bedroom, she saw Leena sprawled on an armchair. She was wearing the outfit Preeti had chosen for her. Her very short skirt had ridden up her thighs and in her sleep, She had slid down her armchair and her legs had parted wide. Her shaven cunt was perfectly on display. Preeti approached on her tiptoes not to wake up her friend and very carefully inserted her right forefinger into her twat. Leena stirred in her sleep, moaned and opened her thighs even wider. Preeti made a sign to Peter who bent down and began to lick and tease her clit with his tongue. Leena emerged from her sleep while climaxing and screaming her lust. - Hush, lazy bones! You should have been awake when we arrived! - I'm sorry, Milady! I fell asleep as you were very late. - It's not your problem! We may come back any time we choose or not at all but you must always be ready to help us. - I'll comply, mistress! - You've better! Next time, I'll wake you with the feel of the crop! Now, you are going to massage me while I relax in my bath. - Immediately, Milady. Leena prepared a scented bath for her mistress. Afterward, she massaged her back before sucking lewdly her toes. Preeti dismissed her when she went to bed along with Peter. Preeti was naked and toyed with Peter's prick, making it grow and lengthen while she gave her last instructions to Leena. - No need to walk up to your bedroom. I've informed the butler that I'd offer you to him for the night as soon as I've no further need for you. You may proceed to his bedroom. - But, Mistress, it's impossible : he's my butler. He'll recognize me! - Unlikely with your complexion! He may note you really look alike his mistress, nothing more! And a pretty woman offered to fulfill all his fantasies with no limit, what man would object to it? Leena went to her butler's bedroom, dragging feet, quite reluctant to obey these orders but she was essentially a submissive and she had no way out. She knocked at the door. He opened the door and let her in. They immediately spoke in Hindi. - Good night, sir. Milady Preeti had ordered me to come to your room. - Yes, Dear. She had told me she would send you to me as soon as she doesn't require your services. At that moment, a very loud scream could be heard in the silence of the night. It came from the first floor where Peter's bedroom was situated. - It seems that my Master and your mistress will spend a very pleasant night. Perhaps we could follow their example. . . - Milady told me to be at your entire disposal! - Fine. Do you know that you and Mistress Leena could be twin sisters? Your skin is for sure much darker than hers and you seem lither and more sensual and your hair is longer. What is of most importance to me is that we're of the same race and it'll be a real pleasure to fuck you. The butler unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. He whistled when he saw that she was not wearing any knickers. - You're always ready for anything, wench. Is it on your mistress' orders or is it a treat for me? - Sorry : just orders from Milady! I must be ready for any man or woman at any time on her demand. The butler now took off Leena's blouse. He started to rub and squeeze her tight ass. He reached down and she felt his warm lips part her cunt lips and penetrate her very wet pussy. She arched her back so that her servant could lick deep inside of her. He must have been quite experienced as he found very soon her clit and warmly licked it back to full attention. She pushed into his face as he tasted her love juices. He took off his pajamas in a hurry. Leena regained her senses as he suddenly took his mouth away from her hot cunt. She knew that she was about to be fucked by a servant's cock, a servant that she met every days and he had not realized it. Leena couldn't look him in the face as she felt a wave of arousal swallow her body as another cock entered her love canal. He slid in more easily as she had ever been by any man in her life. He was bigger and longer than Peter but the humiliation of being fucked by her own butler in his bedroom had terribly aroused her and her cunt was sloppier than he had ever been. He was thrusting deep inside her engorged cunt. He disengaged and made turn onto her belly. Soon after, she was being fucked again, this time in the doggy style position. She arched her back to invite hiM to push his long Indian cock inside her. He grabbed her waist and thrust his cock back and fro into her sweet pussy. She could just groan and moan in pleasure. She started to orgasm as he thrust his long cock deep inside her. He pulled out once more and ordered her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. She took his cock into her mouth. She gave him head as if her life was on the balance. He tensed as she felt his hot sticky jizzm spurting inside her mouth. He ordered her to swallow it all and she obeyed at once. She drank it all like divine nectar before licking his still tumescent cock clean. It was clearly the best tasting jizzm she had ever sampled. Ganesh! She had to find a way to entice him in her bed when she was back in charge. Her authority on him would be annihilated but he was one of the best Indian lovers after Kyrhan and Rajiv she had ever had. She should really speak to Kyrhan : being fucked and bred by her own butler in presence of her husband would be really debasing and humiliating. Leena Submits Again Ch. 03 Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved her Indian butler. He didn't know he was fucking his own employer as he was sure she was of Indian origin with a dark skin but he liked the fact that she looked like the real Leena. She had to be extremely careful when she was with him but the thrill was so much stronger! Recently, her friend Preeti had come for a few months and replaced her in Peter's bed. Leena had been moved to a mere servant's room and offered to the new butler, pretending to be an Indian woman. Her butler seemed very prejudiced against white women. But Leena also liked her Indian greengrocer. He had transformed her into a complete slut, fucking her on a heap of overripe vegetables, making her serve customers and recently, he had begun to prostitute her on a more and more intensive scale to friends in his seedy back store. He had even bullied Peter into watching his wife being mercilessly fucked like a whore. Peter had been insulted, publicly cuckolded and he didn't even raise a complaint. Leena was so proud of her husband. She did her best to repay him of any indignities he suffered on her behalf. Whatever Peter asked from her, however degrading, he was now sure to obtain immediately. Recently he had offered his wife very tight leather pants that could hold two big black dildoes : one in her cunt and one up her ass. The pants could be padlocked and Peter used immediately that facility. He immediately afterwards returned to his office, telling her to exercise until his return, late in the evening. He wanted to give her a good time, going to a dance hall with her stuffed holes a few weeks later. Leena couldn't imagine how she would cope with those two big intruders stretching her cunt and arse. When Peter left, Leena had tried to accompany him but she hadn't anticipated the strong effect of these leather pants. She was lying on their bed but when she tried to stand up, the dildoes slipped in her overstretched holes, throwing pleasure waves throughout her body. She cummed and fell back on her bed. When she tried a second time, the feelings were so mind blowing that she screamed quite loud. Peter laughed. - It seems my gift is a success. You have all the day to get used to it. When I come back, we'll have dinner and then go to a cinema. It'll be your first outing with your leather pants. It may become soon an habit. Next time, you fly to India, I may have you wear them - But the security controls? - No problem : there's no metal at all in the pants nor in the dildoes. They are just plain silicon. Of course, I've other ones which are vibrating and can be operated on remote. But it will be for later uses. This afternoon, just enjoy what you have! Leena took two hours, just standing up. The dildoes were doing a fantastic job on her whenever she just moved. She cummed repeatedly, always very hard. Her only way of stopping these chain climaxes was to stand perfectly still and very uptight as if she was wearing a corset. When she tried to walk to her dressing, she cummed once more and fell on her knees. After half an hour, she managed to stand up. She clenched her jaws tight and succeeded in her next attempt to stand up and put on a long flowing dress. Putting on her usual shoes with three inches heels and going to the dining room for her lunch was another ordeal. She walked very slowly and arrived just on time. Her look puzzled her butler. - Milady, are you ill? You look somewhat disheveled and yout face is almost white. - No thanks! My husband offered me a corset. I want to get used to wear it to please him. The butler bowed out with no comment. Leena had caught his gleaming eye. When Peter came back just before midnight, she was waiting for him in the entrance. From her stiff attitude, he gathered that she had managed to stand with the stuffing pants on as he nicknamed them - Oh Peter, I was wishing you back hours ago! Could you open that damn padlock? I cannot live, wearing these dildoes inside me! - Tutt, tutt! I'm the only one allowed to decide on such matters. You are an avowed submissive and don't expect any mercy from me any time. Your future will be a long series of humiliation, degradation and cruel uses of your body for any domme's enjoyment : myself, Kyrhan, Kira, Swapna, your grocer and your butler for the time being but other ones soon! Consider the present time as a very gentle warm up for your sexual activities! Four weeks later, they had danced all the night in a Birmingham notorious dancing place. Practicing Tektronik and other intensive dances with big dildoes up her cunt and a live vibrator up her ass had been a real challenge for Leena. She had grown accustomed to this permanent feeling of total fullness but when she had jumped up, it had been really difficult not to scream. From time to time, Peter led her to the toilets. He entered them to be sure the coast was clear, then he ordered her into the booth. He opened her padlock and freed the hole he intended to use and let the other dildo in. The one he had removed was pushed immediately into her submissive mouth. As soon as he had unloaded in the hole he had chosen, Peter buttoned up his clothes, pushed the dildo back in place, padlocked her again and left without waiting. Several times, the next user of the toilets found her still on her four on the floor. Curiously none had objected. They had offered their cock to her mouth and have her deepthroat them. Some had peed into her mouth and Leena had swallowed it all. The stuffing pants were still unknown to her grocer and her butler as they would have used them as chastity belts. But Preeti was delighted when Peter showed her his wife wearing them. She requested her personal key and it became a rather permanent item of Leena's clothing. Preeti opened the padlock only when Leena was sent to her grocer or her butler and also when she was to meet the man Kyrhan had chosen to breed her. The next meeting with her grocer was at his home. Preeti accompanied her. Leena wondered with a little fear what humiliation he intended to inflict her. When they met him, he made a Namaste to Preeti and Peter and slapped Leena's ass with a big smile. - Good, lass, I hope you're in top physical shape, you'll need all your strength! Leena wondered whether he intended to make her clean once more his flat as he had done the previous time but he had clearly other ideas. He went down to his garage and climbed into the van he used to transport supplies. He opened the passenger door and helped Preeti in. There was a third seat there but he didn't offer it to Leena or Peter. - Leena, on your four in the back of the van, on the double and, you, cuckold, I don't want you to try to do anything with your submissive wife. I've found a way to prevent any attempts. Gupta cuffed Peter's wrist to a stanchion on the opposite side of the van. The trip was rather bumpy. Leena was glad she was not wearing her stuffing pants. She would have been a ruined mess when they arrived. Gupta opened a high metallic door and drove in. There was a wide garden with a small wooden hut with armchairs and a table under a large sunshade where he proposed Preeti to take a seat. In a corner, there was a simple plough with a harness attached to it. Gupta made Leena put on the leather harness. He fixed several leather belts around Leena's torso and belly. She was now tightly tied to the plough. He then put on her head another harness with a leash attached to it and blinders to completely obscure Leena's vision. Gupta handed the end of the leash to Peter with a long whip. - Hey, cuckold, I want that this piece of garden I recently bought be conveniently ploughed. Your wife will do the job and you'll drive her while I entertain Mrs Preeti. You have all the afternoon. Use the whip on her if she doesn't work sufficiently and do not be shy with your strokes or you'll replace her between the shafts. She will have a pause when she had done the half of the garden and a bowl of water then back to work! Peter didn't try to object and signaled to leena to begin pulling. She tried to protest but Gupta pushed a leather bar in her mouth and fixed it to her head harness. She was muted and Gupta went to discuss with Preeti. The weather was very hot and soon, Leena was covered with sweat. It was a far more difficult task than her step and aerobic exercises but she managed to reach a good rhythm that pleased Gupta. - Good, Leena, if I'd known that you'd be so good, I'd have bought another piece of land far longer than this one and you'd draw a passenger cart. He turned toward Peter : - Cuckold, tell me how long since you've fucked your wife for the last time? I hope that miss Preeti doesn't allow you frolicking together! Peter lied to fulfill Gupta's fantasies. - No, Master, we sleep in different rooms and both of us wear chastity belts. Miss Preeti has the only key of mine but she has given a copy of Leena's one to my butler. - Good. So your butler is also cuckolding you too every night, most certainly. It's better and better! Miss Preeti, did you ever think of castrating Peter? That would resolve definitively the problem! - No! It would be a waste! He sports a really long and hard cock and I use it quite often. - Miss Preeti, would you like to try my joystick? Then you'll see what a real Indian man can offer you and you'd have no more reason to let that inferior man keep his balls. He isn't worth it. If you decide to do something in this direction, I know someone who could do it properly! He works for farmers who want some of their bulls to be neutered. - I would be quite pleased to try you but not in front of these two low submissives. Afterward, I may consider your proposition. - There's a motel nearby. We'll let them toil here while we spend a pleasant moment together and take a refreshment! When Preeti had left with Gupta, Peter had felt a pang of jealousy. That bastard of a greengrocer was about to enjoy the beautiful Preeti! His second thought was that hearing Gupta proposing to castrate him had made him very hard. He had in reaction a huge erection that would have dwarfed the little Indian grocer. He needed to find some release. Leena was approaching the surface Gupta had decided she should plough to earn a pause. Peter applied a pair of whip strokes to Leena's back and hind quarters. She would speed up and when she had reached the goal Gupta had fixed, Peter would water her. Gupta had prepared a bottle of water he had left in the sun. It would be tepid or even warm but she would have to drink it. Gupta hadn't told Peter to give his wife fresh water but water from that bottle. Peter felt too submissive to oppose his orders. But Gupta hadn't specifically forbidden him to fuck Leena. . . Two hours later, Preeti came back with Gupta. He seemed quite proud of his performances and wanted the luscious blonde Australian woman to acknowledge it. - My dear Preeti, are you now convinced that that wimp husband shouldn't keep his balls : he isn't man enough for that honor. I may phone my friend immediately. We may watch him eat his own balls this very evening! - Ganesh! What has he done to you? You seem to hate him! - Hate? No, I just despise him! I think he is the most shameful man on Earth! Gupta was really serious about it! Preeti had to find a really good excuse or he may decide to do it without her agreement. She knew that Peter loved to be humiliated by the little grocer but not enough to sacrifice him his balls! - Gupta, you're a fantastic lover, I must recognize it but you fuck too often such a lowly woman as that slut. I couldn't share you with her! - Oh, Leena, just say that you love me and I'll never touch Leena any more! I'll sell her to her butler. He is fond of her. - So, let's wait a little. If you still have the same feelings for me in a year, I may consider divorcing my husband and taking you as my mate! Preeti noted that listening to the propositions of having his balls cut out made Peter very hard. His trousers showed a big revealing tent that advertised his tremendous excitation. Gupta wasn't interested in keeping Leena with him for the evening or the night. His bout with Preeti had ostensibly calmed him and he wanted to show her that he wasn't that interested by the pretty submissive. They went back home but Preeti didn't intend to share with Leena her own husband's huge erection. She called for the butler and told him the young waitress had been repeatedly shafted and used. She was to be given a long cold shower. Preeti purposefully didn't put any limitation to her sexual duties for the evening. She perfectly knew that Leena, or more exactly, the Indian woman who looked so much like Leena would be gangbanged by the whole male staff. It should be nothing for Leena who had serviced a whole team of twenty horny Dalits in Shandrakor mountain resort every day for three months! Preeti asked Peter if he would like a dip in their indoor swimming pool. He agreed immediately. He rarely used it with Leena who liked better to improve her suntan on the sun deck. As she spent more and more of her time in India with Kira's Dalits, it could be seen as a logical idea. Preeti being an Australian woman had much more sun at home than she cared for. Peter opened completely the large windows. They felt as if they were outdoors. The night was cool and the water was warm. Through the windows, they could clearly see the numerous stars of the Milky Way shining like so many bright jewels in the sky. The butler had been told to serve the dinner on a floating table. Preeti had asked to be served Champagne. Leena had serviced them in a tight black formal dress with a white apron. When dessert had been served, Preeti ordered Leena to take away the plates and just leave the flutes and the Champagne bottle in its cooler. She dismissed Leena, telling her to report to the butler for any work for her to do. Preeti loved to give orders to the real owner of the house, make her serve openly her husband and his mistress and even more pleasurable to order her to a man who would fuck her and made her submit completely to his whims. But this night, Preeti was in for a major surprise and a final service to her husband. . . Preeti, dismissing any thoughts about the sexual services Leena would have to perform that night turned to Peter. She rode his big cock as he slowly walked around in the pool. His steps made her ride his pole quite pleasurably. They kissed repeatedly. Her desire rose slowly and her kisses were getting rapidly more urgent and lingering while their tongues were warring fiercely in their mouths. Peter had repeatedly told her that her skin was smooth, her mouth inviting, her breasts arousing and her cunt sizzling hot. She had just responded by kissing him back over and over again. He had made her cum several times and intended to continue several times more. Peter hold her tight against his chest as he climbed the staircase at the far end of the swimming pool with Preeti still deeply impaled on his cock. He carefully laid her down on the ottoman near the swimming pool with his cock still embedded to the hilt into her wet cunt. He bent forward and started licking quietly her melon breasts while he was ramming his cock up her cunt. Peter interspaced his steady sucking with gentle nibbling of her nipples with his teeth. He played with her teeth, pulling them to his lips. She responded to his teasing by supporting herself on her elbows and meeting the pulls on his nipple by pushing her full breasts forward, offering them to his greedy mouth. Preeti pushing her breasts to him, a void formed between their bellies. This void was inviting action. Peter snaked his right hand between their tensed bellies. He could feel the wobbling of her cunt still pounded by his erect cunt but he had another goal : her abandoned clit. His forefinger centered on the sensitive bud and began to tease it. Preeti leaned back, moaning and writhing like a woman in labor. She was gulping air feverishly as her breasts swelled and got ever harder under the attention he was providing them. Preeti was soon wailing then screaming quite loud to the stars. He played with her body as if he was a musician playing with his violin, making her groan, moan, cry or scream to the rhythm he imposed her. Finally he allowed her frenetic gasps to an even faster tempo, terminating into a screaming crescendo when she climaxed stronger than usual. Peter controlled himself with a steel will. He continued to fuck her hot pussy quite calmly. He could feel the furnace heat into which his thick veined cock was plunged and she felt his cock like a red hot iron plunged in her belly. God! That stupid Gupta thought that Peter was a wimp unworthy of keeping his balls while Peter had maybe the same staying power than Kyrhan himself! If Gupta had been in the room that night, he might have understood the inanity of his awful projects. Peter was in no hurry to spew his wads of sperm into Preeti's gaping open cunt. She was climbing the slope to yet another climax. Peter wanted both of them to cum together. His slow rhythm was making both of them crazy with need. Peter continued to caress her love bud, maul her breasts and invade her hot cunt simultaneously. The multiple sensations, in perfect unison, were pushing her toward a mind blowing orgasm. While Peter was giving a good time to Preeti, Leena was lying on a cornpanion table in her dining room. Only her torso was supported by the table and her belly up to her waist on one side and her head on the other side were hanging freely. The table had been chosen by her butler as it had exactly the required height. He was ramming his erect cock into her cunt while her Bengali chauffeur was using her mouth as if it was just another cunt. She was skewered on both ends like some poultry. The cock filling her mouth and almost obliterating her wind pipe was very useful: without it, her screams of pleasure would have resonated up to the Main Street at twenty yards from there and would have surely attracted attention from her neighbors. The cook and Peter's valet, both of them from Madras were waiting for their turn in the best mahogany armchairs of the room, enjoying Peter's havanas and his prized and very expensive Sherry. When the four men had tired of fucking Leena, they called for Leena's personal maid, Parvee, and her two drudges of the house. The butler had decided that they, too, could have fun with that submissive Indian woman that so closely looked like their rather strict mistress. The maid came with two big boxes she must have found in the attic. She ordered Leena completely naked. - I've a complete set of undies and clothes for you! Parvee opened carefully the first box : when she presented her friends the clothes she had found for Leena. A ruffle of silk could be heard. Leena discovered with surprise what she was expected to put on : an old fashioned corset. It was in very good state. Her maid explained the other girls that such things were used by the English women even in India. The goal was to tightly cinch the waist and push the breasts up while the bottom was pushed back to emphasize its size. The girls put the corset quite easily on Leena's body. Although she had had eight babies, she had exercised daily and had kept a thin waist. She was very proud to be able to put on that corset but then Parvee told them that the waist could be cinched much further, just by using the laces around the waist : oppositely to the modern equivalent, that lacing was not decorative but intended for real use. Parvi had replaced the strings that could have easily broken. The three girls began to draw the lacing tighter and tighter. Leena Submits Again Ch. 03 Leena began to feel constricted, having difficulties to breathe normally. She found soon that she could no more use her belly to breathe. When Parvee announced that it was sufficient. Leena was panting with her breasts moving spasmodically to get some air. After half an hour, she got accustomed to the heavy tightening of her waist. She went in front of a mirror in the entrance hall. She was amazed to see the hourglass figure the corset was giving her. The girls complimented her for having been brave enough to endure that torture. Parvee showed her that there were a few loose bindings. She smiled with mischief when she went out and came back with a contraption of bamboos and metal. Leena realized immediately what it was : a nineteenth century crinoline, a sort of cage to support very ample skirts. She had seen a dress with a a six feet diameter crinoline in a museum but she would never have imagined being fitted into it herself. Attaching the crinoline to her corset was really easy : they just passed it above her head and bound it to her corset. Leena discovered she could walk and even sit on a large sofa but she had lost the suppleness of modern clothes. When she turned on her feet, her whole body turned as if she had been in one piece. Parvee applauded and called for the two drudges to come and help her. They left Leena alone. She had time to test her unusual undies. The knots were far behind her back and so tight she wasn't able to undo even one of them. The girls came back with a marvelous white silk ball dress. By some miracle, it was about the correct size for her but the corset was surely helping a lot. Finally, Parvee produced a pair of white shoes with high heels. When they led her to the mirror, Leena saw a princess of old, with a stupendous dress together quite prudish with its hem sweeping the ground and quite wanton with a deep and wide decolletage, - Ganesh, Where did you find that marvelous dress? - It was in an old cupboard. I found it when mistress Leena ordered us to clean the attic, two months ago! It was in very good shape. We hand washed it and checked all the seamings. - If you had an umbrella, it would be complete. English women at that time avoided the sun. A white skin was highly prized! - But there was an umbrella! Here it is! - By some miracle from Lakshmi, weren't there also some undies? - No and you won't need any as we have decided to offer you to Master Peter. Mistress Preeti has been told we will knock at the door of the master bedroom around midnight. She'll let you in and we're pretty sure that Mr Peter will want to fuck you on the spot as soon as he sees you. Maybe, he'll want you in crinoline every day until Mistress Leena comes back. Imagine : you'd be the mistress of the house, an Indian woman being our lady! What an honor for you and for us! - But it's impossible with such a tack. He won't be able even to come in contact with me! - You didn't really look at the crinoline : the bones in the front are very thin and flexible. If a man approches somewhat resolutely, they will bend and allow him to come very close with you. - But the dress would still be an obstacle! - That is where you discover that this crinoline was marvelously designed : the front bones are not attached except at the waist : they will part and the dress is just lying on the frame : it will be easy to bunch it to your waist. - Ganesh, you appear you've tested it thoroughly, Parvee! - I told you so : imagine it would have broken down the first time Mister Peter would have fucked you. It would have ruined our idea! We tested it with the butler. Fucking you in this dress and crinoline will be easier than with a tight miniskirt! You'll find yourself nailed to the wall by our beloved Master! Leena's maid carefully combed her hair as perfectly as her usual hair dresser. The drudges meanwhile adjusted closely her dress. When they pronounced the lamb ready to be offered to the wolf, they led her in procession to the door of her bedroom. The maid knocked discreetly at the door. Preeti opened it soon after. She opened wide eyes when she discovered the outfit Leena was wearing. - My god! You look so gorgeous! You are so cute I'd like to eat you, dear. If Peter is not interested, I could keep you for my service! I'd love to have my maid wearing so tight a corset every day. You really look like my Leena, just unusually tanned. - Thank you, mistress Preeti. Do you think Mister Peter will like my look? - You bet! If he doesn't get a seizure, he'll be between your legs in a minute! Be ready to pull the hem of your dress out of his way. It would be a pity to rip such a superb garment! - I'll follow your instructions, Mistress. - Good! Now thank you, girls, for your magnificent present to your Master. It's time for you to leave, I will lead this sweet maiden to the stallion I've prepared for her! Follow me! As soon as the girls have closed the door behind them, Preeti whispered to Leena's ear : - This idea of pretending you are Leena's Indian ringer gets boring! We should make the real Leena come back. I'll pretend the Indian maid had decided to come with me in Australia. - As you want, mistress : you're totally in charge of the house until my official return! - I'll announce you to our dear Peter. Peter darling, it was a surprise gift from your staff! She's simply mind blowing! - She? What are you speaking of. . . Peter turned toward the door and froze : he had discovered Leena in her crinoline with her complete attire. Her waist in particular was unhumanely reduced from her usual thirty two inches down to twenty eight. Just somewhat more and he would have been able to circle her waist with his both hands, a fantasy he had never imagined possible. . . He recognized the dress she was wearing : it was the ball dress the prettiest of his own ancestors : a stupendous beauty from around 1860 renowned for her very thin waist, ample hips and generous breasts. She usually wore very tight sexy dresses and nobody but the most beautiful women could have dreamed wearing her very tight gowns. Watching his own wife wearing that marvelous dress as if she had been molded into it without apparent difficulty was extraordinary. She was the sluttiest woman in his ancestry. If she had gathered her boyfriends, lovers and whatever else, she could easily have formed a complete battalion, including the medical staff, the surgeon and the nurses, the auxiliary WAC and whatever you may think. His cock became instantly erect, although it had suffered repeated assaults on Preeti. He just wanted to kiss her lips, sure that the dress would prevent him to get too close of the woman who concentrated his interest at the moment. He was surprised when he felt the dress parting in front of him. He was able to press Leena against his chest and kiss her as he had when he was courting her. He looked at her wonderingly. She pulled back somewhat with a big smile, grabbed the cloth as low as she could and lifted it slowly, revealing her shoes, then her legs and thighs and finally her naked cunt that was wide open, her love fluids making it to glisten in the light of the night lamps. It wasn't the proper time for foreplay. Taking care not to ruin the delicate fabric, he freed his cock and took it in his hand. It was fully erect, ready to enter the gorgeous cunt that was waiting for it with eager anticipation. He pushed forward and without aiming at all, felt the wet anointing of the head of his cock by the hot and very wet love lips of his wife. He humped forward and felt Leena humping back at the same moment. A second later, his huge weapon was deeply embedded into her awaiting twat and they were beginning to fuck as if there was no tomorrow. They had remained standing and Leena really felt nailed to the wall like a butterfly and she would never have exchanged her place with any woman on Earth at that moment A long time later, they regained their breath on the sofa, the only piece of furniture where her wide skirts would have allowed her to take a seat, with Preeti serving them cordials. - My! You were marvelous, both of you! I've rarely seen a couple fucking with such an uninhibited passion without even bothering to disrobe before. - It's that dress : it has been designed by the cleverest craftsmen. It's very light, its touch is sensual and its shape is so electrifying that you can(t avoid becoming the most wanton trollop in the city. When you wear it, you feel like seducing all the men in the world and you're ready to service any man if he is ready just to ask it from you. - Yes, my great great grand mother, the daughter of Belinda Burnett had about the same remarks in her diary that I read years ago. She was one of the most stunning women of her time and she played with that to lure any passable man in her bed. - Belinda, you told me. Is it an old form for Linda, my original name? - Maybe! Just know that although she had always with her a swarm of ex, present and future lovers, like a queen bee but she had also a passionate marriage with her husband who never got jealous : he was content of fucking her wherever, whenever and how ever he fancied and let her on her own the rest of the time, something like the arrangement between our dear friends Dan and Kira! - May we follow their example! I pray Ganesh to keep us in love and fucking for a very long time! - May you be heard! - Just for the fun, do you want to keep me as your personal maid and do you want me everyday in corset, as Parvee has suggested? I doubt that I could remain in such wide skirts for weeks! - Humphh! Definitely, I want you in my private rooms more permanently, even with Preeti living with us. A ménage a trios has nothing to scare me : I'm not that old! You bet that I want you in a tight corset, permanently for the next weeks and as long as you can. Afterwards you'll wear a corset just the week ends and on a few special occasions afterward : I also love to watch you walking or dancing in a mini or, even better, some micro-skirt and a close fitting crop tee shirt without any undies. And if any neighbor or cousin objects, let him or her rot in Hell! I want my wife always in the most daring, wanton clothes she can find. - I'll abide to your every wishes, my beloved Master. - To hell with this damn pretence of Leena being in India and you being just a servant in your own house. Preeti, please gather all the house staff for the breakfast and get the solvent our dear Gupta has provided us to give back Leena her clear complexion. Three hours later, all the maids, grudges, valets, cook, chauffeur and butler in the house were gathered in the main hall, wondering why Peter wanted to address them all so early in the morning. - Good morning to all of you! I wanted to meet you and denounce a fraud in this house : you have been told that my beloved wife is in India and that we have received this new Indian girl who so closely looks like her. You have been mystified! This Indian girl is really my dear wife Leena with just a permanent coloring of her skin applied by her greengrocer. Most of you have fucked or sexually abused her in the last weeks. A buzz filled the room. Peter's staff seemed highly worried. - There's no reason for alarm. I don't intend to fire any of you. My wife and I are still your bosses as usual. Just know that Leena has strong submissive tendencies I let her indulge in. She may in the future pretend again she's just a servant among you. I want you to keep a place for her in your group. She may propose you to fuck her or use her in any submissive or degrading way you may fancy. In that case, use her as you feel proper. You may even continue to pimp her to strangers for your benefit. Just think to safety at all moments. There's a point I want to emphasize : even if you have used her like the lowest slut two hours ago, that doesn't prevent you from obeying her orders when she's back at her place. - Last words to my good and appreciated butler! - Yes, sir! - Please, inform our common good friend Gupta that his threats of castrating me shouldn't be anything but playful words. I may be as dominant as himself! He may have many other occasions of insulting me as harshly as he may like. And now for Leena! - Yes, darling how can I help you? - Just a question : I'd like to have a new corset made. It would be tighter. How far do you think you can go further down? - I don't know precisely : thirty two inches were quite easy. I think we have gone down by a couple of inches. Afterward, regular use of a corset and exercise may allow to get even tighter. What is the goam you'd like to reach . - My dream would be fifteen inches but I'm ready to settle at any values under twenty inches! - I pick up the gauntlet! I just wonder how far I could ultimately go! Leena Submits Again Ch. 04 After Peter had publicly announced his home staff that his wife Leena was a submissive and that the Indian girl most of them had enjoyed so often was their mistress wearing just a skin pigment, the atmosphere had dramatically changed. The previous austere formality had vanished. Leena was now considered basically as just another staff member, a maid especially attached to Peter's service. The butler's prejudice against white women had crumbled as he had had a living proof that they could be as resilient, as friendly, as sexy and as good a fuck toy as any Indian girl. Peter now informed him when he left for a few days, letting him organize Leena's work schedule, between house chores, shopping to replenish the larder, sexual servicing of the house staff and the men and women the butler pimped her to and the time spent with Gupta, her green grocer. Gupta had resented being told to abandon even the idea of castrating Peter. He still advocated that Leena would have been more available for him and Peter more focused on his main job : providing money for the whole household. To speed up the process of preparing his field for new crops (salads, radishes, lambs lettuce), Gupta had bought a bigger three furrows plough. He showed it to Peter and Leena. - Look, slut, I've made big expenses for you. With this bigger plough, you should be able to do the same work in half the time. I've been looking for another field as secluded as this one. - But, Master it's just too heavy for me to pull it! - You're right. Therefore I will use Peter for additional strength. I'll harness him with you in front. It was nonetheless hard work for both of them and Gupta often had plenty of opportunity to whip them to have the work done. To make the whip lashes more painful, he had them pulling the plough stark naked for his enjoyment. He started by lathering Leena's body completely, spreading sun lotion along her ass crack and making it deep into her cunt and ass with his fingers. Peter had to cream his body himself with no help even from his wife. Gupta could easily have made them to work alongside but he was a shrewd bastard. With this arrangement, he was able when he fancied to stop the team, position himself just behind Leena's defenseless hind quarters and fuck her cunt or ass at will without even unhitching her, just inches in front of her hubbie who could just watch and listen to the noises his beloved wife was producing as she was fucked mercilessly by the little man. Peter had a direct view on Gupta's ass crack as he was humping hard Leena. It was just another humiliation for him. Gupta also poured continuously lewd contemptuous comments on him. - You see, cuckold, this way, I can fuck your slut wife whenever I decide so. Maybe, you will learn how to adequately pleasure a woman, by watching me that closely! - Yes, Master, I will try my best! - It's a pity that Mistress Preeti and myself don't intend to let you ever fuck your wife again. The right place for the sperm of such a lowly cuckold like you is in the toilets bowl but not inside his wife's, or any woman's for that matter, quim! - You're right, Master! When they had finished their day work, Gupta hosed them down, aiming occasionally the direct jet of water on Leena's ass hole. She felt then as if a column of solid water forced its way into her arse. It was a moment of intense bliss, submissive bliss but mind blowing pleasure nevertheless. Gupta then carefully soaped Leena'body, insisting on her quim, breasts and ass again. Afterwards, he usually made her put on a saree or a ghagra directly on her wet body, with just a thread around her waist and no petticoat underneath, just to make her look sexier. He often took them to a dancing hall and bar not very far from his shop with plenty of Indian customers. There, he always chose a table and sat on a padded armchair, offering a mere stool to Leena and ordering Peter to stay standing at the bar with a glass of tap water while he sipped an Indian beer. He usually danced several times with Leena who was a very good dancer before letting other men and occasionally women dance with her. He had never made any objections when her partners grabbed her ass cheeks above her saree or snaked their hands under her choli. When their caresses got more intimate, he proposed the guys to move to a little used billiard room. He usually yelled for Peter, telling him with a loud voice in order to be heard throughout the hall. - Hey, cuckold! Some of these guys developed a hard on watching your slut wife being manhandled on the dance floor. She is going to satisfy their appetites. You'll remain at the door asking for people if they want to fuck your wife inside. When her holes will be too messy, we will let you in and you'll have to lick your wife clean. You're not to swallow the spunk but transfer it to your wife's mouth. A lowly cuckold like you is not worthy of keeping superior men's jizzm in his stomach, don't you think so, cuckold? - You're certainly right again, master! Such events attracted quite a few Indian men from the neighborhood. It wasn't unusual for Leena to service more than twenty (but once up to fifty for the last Holî feast) men : Indian, Bengali, Sri Lankan or Pakis alike and Peter was called four times or more to clean his wife. He had to perform under the sarcastic comments of the men present in the room and, among them of Gupta. The most difficult for him was that watching his dear wife covered with strangers' cum gave him immediately a raging hard on. He would have loved finding a release by fucking Leena but Gupta would have stopped him immediately. He had to stay with his achingly bulging and very full balls until he came back home. Gupta was very suspicious, for good reasons but he couldn't be sure of it, that Preeti was so lenient with Peter that she allowed him to fuck his wife as soon as Gupta had left them in the entrance of their house. To prevent her as completely as he could, to take care of his prick during the travel, he had imagined making him travel in the car trunk and her in the cabin with him. He would depose him at the backdoor service entrance before accompanying her one hour later to the main door. In the interval, he drove her to some ill lit zone in the outskirts of the town and fuck her on the car hood. If Peter wasn't allowed to fuck his wife, Gupta was by all means! When he arrived to deliver him, he rung the entrance bell and asked to meet Preeti, reminding her each time to keep them afar from one another. He could have very sophisticated manners if he decided so. One evening, he presented a very special demand to Preeti. - I would need your help, Mistress Preeti, if you could find it possible! - If I can do whatever you want, my dear Gupta, my help is obviously granted. How can I help you? - I've told you that I'm looking for a larger piece of land to increase my local bio vegetable production. As I want Leena and Peter to remain the only work force on my estate, I need high walls and no nearby high rise building so that I can keep them naked. I've just found the suitable place but the owner wants when the contract is signed that I provide some pretty ass chick to make the sale. He is fat and ugly but I thought that Leena could do the job! - It'll be my pleasure, Gupta. Leena has a crush on handsome, muscular superior Indian men but she must learn that some men don't meet her high standards and she'll be expected to service them, nevertheless! More over, as she is a submissive, I should keep the most handsome men for my own needs and let her take care of the old, weak or ugly ones and of course the lowest castes men! - You're very obliging, mistress Preeti. - How will you want her? Indian or European clothes, formal, sexy or really wanton dress? - I would like to surprise him. He is a Paki from an Afghan border tribe. I had an idea about Leena's most suitable outfit. . . One week later, Gupta had come to fetch Leena. To arrive in style, he had stayed with Leena in the back of his car and Peter had driven them, wearing a chauffeur cap. When he stopped the car, he jumped out of it and opened Gupta's door. The little green grocer turned to help Leena out of the car. She really needed his help to climb out of the car. He had made her put on a garment type she had never worn in all her life. She even very rarely had seen it in the streets in England and it surely attracted attention on the street sidewalk. She had already found that her vision was terribly impaired and she really needed to be accompanied everywhere. She was wearing an Afghan Burqah, some sort of loose phantom suit with a cloth in front of her eyes for a very limited vision through the material. There was a second layer that could be added, plunging her into complete darkness and forcing her to be led in the street by her husband or a guard but Gupta had not requested her to put it on. The common Burqah are in blue color but hers was black, marking her as a Shiite woman. Leena followed obediently Gupta to the door. He rang and the door opened in front of them. The owner was surprised and puzzled to discover that woman in such unusual outfit. He had expected to discover some fine looking whore and not a mysterious heap of drab cloth. He led them to his office. - So this is the girl you promised me. Don't tell me you went as far as Kabul to fetch me a girl from my country! I rather prefer some hot Indian or exotic wench! - I think you'll find her very exotic, indeed! Gupta grabbed the burqah just on the top of Leena's head and pulled it up. He theatrically threw aside the discarded garment. Underneath, the man with them discovered Leena in all her beauty, wearing just a skimpy Egyptian belly dance outfit, with black seethrough saroual with wide slits from her ankle to her waist. The bra was even more reduced, down to a net of very small black enamel beads, just covering loosely her nipple and delineating the normal position of the bra. The rest was made with evanescent shreds of the sheerest material that outlined more than they covered the firm splendor of her bosom. She had more cloth in her filmy black silk armlets than in the rest of her outfit. Anyone would have deemed Leena, an exotic and oh so much erotic appearance. The owner gulped when he discovered that the outfit didn't include the least material to cover the puffy lips of her crotch. She was the incarnation of the famed Houri from the Muslims' heaven. They wouldn't have to make her disrobe to fuck her completely shaven and obviously very wet cunt and the bra would be shredded into pieces the first time someone got his hand on her tits. She was ripe for the picking! The two men sighed at the view of her fabulous pendulous breasts. They, in a single movement, pulled out their cocks from their dhotis When Leena saw the two huge cocks, her body took fire. She swooned and began to rub her very wet mound. Her other hand pinched feverishly her nipples, destroying the fragile fabric of her bra. She was no more Leena, the high society English wife of one of the most powerful CEO in England, she was just a dancing girl ready to fulfill any sexual services required by the men with magnificent phalluses surrounding her. She was now nothing more that a female in heat and could think of nothing but those two big cocks and her very wet pussy. Their guest stroked his big cock as he watched the very beautiful and quite wanton girl frenetically rubbing her pussy before him. He was rock hard, ready to fuck her. Leena couldn't take her eyes off his ten inches cock. Slowly she moved closer to him until she stood over his body sprawled on a sofa. Leena looked him straight in the eyes as she rubbed her sopping wet cunt with her hand and massaged her big tits with the other ones, preparing herself for one of the lewdest and most exciting fuck of her life. Walking half naked in the street under her burqah had been a major turn on for her. She might consider making an habit of it even when she went to University. Leena broke their eye contact and looked down between her heaving tits to her pussy. Slowly, Leena used both her hands to open up herself to show both men how slick, hot and juicy she was. She pushed her pelvis forward until she straddled him. Soon her wet hole hovered over his very hard and swollen cock but she didn't try to tease him any longer. A second later Leena had greedily impaled herself on his bloated shaft. It slid into her honey pot quite easily. - Oh, Ganesh! Leena was now shrieking and screaming. His cock had ignited an instant fiery burst of sensations that were overflowing her mind. Gupta was really using her as a whore to advance his financial projects and she loved being used that way. She would have been ready to engage in some escort girl or even call girl career. Leena's orgasm was one of the best that she had had, even in Kyrhan's arms. Her nameless guest remained rock hard deep in her cunt as she spasmed and vibrated from head to toes. He'd never seen anything so erotic. Leena didn't stop to move after her first mind blowing climax. She immediately afterwards began to frantically bounce up and down on his cock. She made grunting noises each time she impaled herself on his pole. He began to maul her big tits in his hands. Leena pulled him to her breasts and made him suck them as she pumped up and down on his shaft. His senses went on overload as he was fucked mercilessly by the overstimulated white woman. He wondered how it was possible he had still not drained himself in her cunt. Since her encounter with Kyrhan, Leena had had very few occasions of fucking some non Hindu men aside from Peter, Dan and a few of the husbands of Kyrhan's harem girls. She had never tried a Muslim or a Jew. She would sample a few just to see whether their circumcised cock could do crazy things to her when she fucked them. A second climax was actively building up in her loins. When the man spewed his cum in her avid cunt, she climaxed with him, just a few minutes later, for the second time. - Ganesh, it's so gooddddd! Don't even think of stopping or I kill you! You're so biggggg, I love it, arghhh! Leena was not fully satisfied now. She pulled off his cock as soon as she had regained her senses and fell on her knees in front of him. Her thighs were coated with sticky jizzm but she just didn't care a damn. She bent down and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. The man moaned slightly as she worked hard to revive him. The room was filled with slurping noises and encouraging words from the beneficiary of Leena's attention. - That's it, chick! Lick Mahmud's cock back to life. My balls are still full of hot milk for you! Oh you're wonderful! Mahmud, if it was his name, was fast rising up to Leena's expectations. She was licking it from base to top before swallowing in all. That was just another gift from Kyrhan : he had patiently worked her hard to be able to deep throat his huge male dick. Mahmud was significantly shorter and more slender, no big difficulty for her. But he wasn't aware of her unusual abilities. He had placed his hands behind her head and he was pulling her in as if he tried to get deeper into her gullet. It was him who was not long enough but he didn't realize it! She was now massaging and squeezing his cock with her throat muscles and she elicited ecstasy whimpers from her partner. Mahmud had never been so pleasantly serviced by any of the many girls he had fucked in his life. Leena? She must be Indian. God! They are apparently the best cock suckers in the world. He vowed silently to fuck only Hindi girls in the future. How much would Gupta charge to have her service him once, no twice a week? Or even better, he could buy her to the little green grocer : he would be able to fuck her twice a day, maybe even more! Mahmud's cock was now throbbing in her throat, sending flashes of exquisite pleasure anywhere in his belly and mind. Leena paused a moment licking Mahmud's swollen shaft to examine with wide eyes his large balls. - Ooohhh, Mahmud, it looks like your balls are so swollen they are about to burst. God, I'd love to have you empty them in my belly. I can't wait to have you fill my body with your potent baby making cum. Any woman must be very proud bearing your babies! Leena's words were a potent turn on for Mahmud. Leena seemed to really crave for his sperm. If a female, whether she is married or a pure virgin, wants it that hard, then she should be given solace immediately. That is any male's duty. Mahmud pushed back the still slurping Leena off him and laid her back on the sofa. His balls were now hurting him. He wasted no time before burying his cock to the hilt inside Leena's pussy. He began to fuck her hard and she arched her back to meet his strokes. Leena alternated rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and delicately pressing Mahmud's balls. - Give it to me, my stallion, my beautiful Afghan bull!! I want it as hard and fast as you can. Each screaming word from Leena inflamed Mahmud more and more. They continued for several minutes before Mahmud tried to plunge even deeper inside her pussy. He was furiously hammering against her cervix as if he tried to force the entry. Leena encouraged him by screaming to his ear : - Fill my womb, lover, fill me up with your rich sperm, Mahmud, breed me! Even if the baby of the man Kyrhan had recently chosen to breed her was developing in her womb, there was no harm encouraging Mahmud and giving ideas to Gupta. A few fast strokes from Mahmud were sufficient to reach the glorious conclusion of their fucking. She climaxed a third time as she felt his final pumping thrusts. He was too excited to count the spurts of his cream that filled up Leena's womb. He remained sprawled on her body and she loved feeling his weight on her belly. They kissed passionately on the lips with their tongues intricately entwined. When they parted at last, Mahmud couldn't refrain from emitting a gratified comment : - Never, never in my life, I felt something approaching. Such women like you are sent by God to relieve the pains of mankind! I always used women and never thanked them to have accomplished their female's duty but I must thank you. You were fantastic. Now, we can rest some time. I may find enough energy to fuck you again. - What, are you kidding, Mahmud? I was just getting warmed up and ready for another round, a real one this time! - Sorry but I'll need to recover somewhat. What about calling for reinforcements? Gupta, help yourself and if our dear Leena is still begging for more, call for Selim! He is my secretary and body guard. He is as big as a tower and hung like a horse stallion! Gupta was used to fucking Leena but it was an opportunity to have her gangbanged. Certainly Mahmud would be revived watching Leena being double teamed and he would join the fun! In such a big house, he may have other male staff on hand. Presenting them the cuckolded husband would be a major attraction! Mahmud seemed really hooked : he would certainly bid for having Leena at his disposal regularly and maybe offer to buy her definitively. Gupta was ready to agree with the provision Leena would be servicing him once or twice a month. Peter would have no more access to his wife although she would live just six miles from his home : even better than his first idea of castrating him! Gupta would never give him her address or phone number, just to prevent any crazy ideas of retrieving his wife! Gupta called for Selim who was waiting in the adjacent room. He informed the body guard of the orders of his master. Mahmud confirmed them and left. Selim was sturdier than Kyrhan himself. If his cock was in proportion to his body, Leena was in for a non negligible stretching! The two men turned toward their unsuspecting victim. They fucked her one after the other for two hours. Then Mahmud joined in the fun. Leena was finally dropped in front of her home by Gupta around 06AM. Peter was mad with anguish. He had returned home on foot, letting the car to Gupta. He had feared that Gupta had kidnapped her, kept her for his pleasure or sold her in some far away country. Leena Submits Again Ch. 04 She was nude under her burqah now. Her dancing girl outfit lay, shredded under Mahmud's bed, helplessly stained by thick semen. Mahmud wasn't a fine gentleman but a brutish male who accepted no rule but his own or of someone more fiendish than himself. Peter was no match for him on that level. Leena told them he had haggled with Gupta for an hour over her future services to him. Gupta wanted to sell completely Leena to the Paki, keeping just for him the possibility of fucking her once or twice a week. That had been vetoed by Mahmud who wanted Leena either once or twice a week or totally his with no provisions, no contact at all with her English husband or her greengrocer. Mahmud told him he intended to fly her to Karachi and have her cloistered in his home in Waziristan, closely guarded by fellow savage tribesmen. Mahmud was infuriated when their discussion ended with no agreement at all. Gupta seemed less sad as he was keeping Leena, even if he had not been able to take Peter out of the game. Peter and Preeti helped Leena into the shower. She was too exhausted to clean herself of the encrusted cum covering her from head to toe. Peter prepared her a scented bath while Preeti massaged her friend with lavender essential oil to release her stress and calm her. When she was able to talk at last, she narrated them what Mahmud then Gupta and Selim had done to her and their discussion about her eventual purchase by Mahmud. - When he told Gupta that he intended to put me in his harem, somewhere in Pakistan, I already imagined myself waiting there for his visits, making my best to pleasure him, hoping as the ultimate reward that he would allow me to go to Peshawar or even Rawalpindi under my concealing Burqah. It made me very hot. Peter, could you wear Paki clothes and walk with me in my burqah in the streets of Birmingham or London, as if you were guarding or surveying me? - My pleasure, luv! But just a provision : I organize for a charity a fancy dress ball, next month! I want you to attend in the same outfit you wore with Mahmud : a skimpy bellydancer costume covered with a burqah. You'll shed it at midnight when the guests take off their masks and appear in all your beauty in front of our guests. - Will there not be some gossips afterward, having your wife half naked in front of five hundred high society scions? - It will be some sort of a coming out. Afterward, I think that a few circles will be closed to you, the most prudish and boring but other ones, much more interesting, will open to you. - But your board? - No problem, after having seen you in your belly dance costumes, I expect to receive a hundred proposals for other fancy dress balls for you and me. It could be a boost for my company. - Shall I wear the same outfit? - No, Preeti. You'll be as usual some haughty, upper caste Indian woman in some extraordinary saree. Most of my board members will have a hard on just watching you dance with me and will pester me for being allowed just one dance with you. They won't have the guts to dance with a belly dancer, even she is the wife of their CEO but their aides will vie for a dance with her. Many of them will think that I came with my wife and my mistress and they will be right on target! That'll just improve my reputation! - You seem not to have the same reputation with Gupta! - Sure : since I've married my more than pretty Leena, I have in my circle of friends the reputation of a domineering womanizer, someone loving to be surrounded by beautiful women. It can be boring. That's why I developed my submissive tendencies and Gupta helps me a lot there. - OK, let Leena rest a little. Will you be ready for some more submissive action, this afternoon? - For sure, Preeti! After lunch, Leena announced that she was ready for anything Preeti could ask from her. - OK, slut, I want you on your four, stark naked on the table in the lobby. Fetch me the camcorder and a flogger. Peter was uncertain whether he would be allowed to have a role there or whether he was to be just a spectator. Preeti quickly organized the scene. - Leena, lower your shoulders : your nipples should graze the table, lift your head, try to look forward without glancing sidewise. This scarf will be an efficient blindfold. Peter, use the flogger on her back and buttocks while I change in my bedroom. Two strikes per minute and she must be marked each time! I'll count the weals and I'll give you ten of my own for those missing to leave a mark. - Aye aye, mistress! When Preeti came back, she was wearing a body fitting black leather camisole, delineating her sumptuous bosom. She was also wearing black thigh high boots with very high heels, a complete outfit for a dominatrix! She was carrying a long braided whip on her right hand and another item that drew frightened gasps from Leena. It was a strap on dildo, a big one she had already attached to her lower belly. The dildo was jutting out obscenely. It dangled as she walked in a rather realistic way. It was as black as night. - It has been molded on Kyrhan's cock just after he had taken a Viagra pill and just before he fucked Kira. He had abstained for a week. So his cock was even longer and larger than usual. He had to lubricate Kira's cunt and ass and he had to fight a long time to enter her. I'll have been appointed by our common Master the privilege of fucking you with that mammoth cock. Peter, prepare your wife if you don't want her to be split open by this marvelous joy toy! - Mistress, what am I to do exactly? - Stupid ass hole! As if you had never prepared your wife to be fucked by other men's big cocks! Peter had to lick his wife's cunt and ass but stop just before making her cum. Her cunt and ass hole were gaping open then. He spattered butter and cold cream on and in her holes, pushing it inside with his fingers. Then he was told to cover Preeti's ebony cock with his saliva. His jaws were aching, for being so widely opened. He had to take as much of it as he could in his mouth. When he had finished his job, he was to announce it loud. Preeti rammed on this signal his pretty wife's fragile cunt with her monster black cock. Preeti fucked her friend as hard as she could until Leena cummed with pitiful sobs. Then, Preeti took off her cock from Leena's cunt and shoved it into Peter's mouth. When he was through with it, she presented the tip of her cock to Leena's ass. When Leena had finally cummed a second time, Preeti gave Peter her cock to clean. She ordered him to call for his butler. She told him to fuck Leena in front of her husband as hard as he could. He gave his boss a contemptuous grin and made his best to make her scream as ordered. He sat down on the bed and grabbed her. He positioned her so that she was turning her back to him and bent forward. He entered her from behind and started immediately pumping his hips up and down. Peter could hear his thighs whacking her buttocks with a liquid noise and her screams of ecstasy. Her breasts were wobbling and bouncing freely. He cupped them with his hands. He squeezed them as if he was trying to milk her. After a few minutes, he freed her right breast and started fingering her asshole. Peter could see everything, her cunt going up and down on his erect cock and her face beaming with pleasure. She turned her face to him, he bent forward and kissed her mouth fiercely. He was openly pushing his tongue into her mouth. He stopped and shifted position again. He put her on all fours and quickly jumped behind her. He began fucking her doggie style, holding her hips and slamming his hips back and forth at her buttocks. Leena was moaning loudly, encouraging to fuck her harder. Her tits were jiggling and bouncing wildly. It must have been painful but she wasn't asking him to stop, on the contrary. - Fuck me, yes. . . fuck me harder, give it to me, Ganesh, It's so good to have a real man fucking you. . . That feels so good, fuck me harder, come on, spew your cum inside me. I feel as if your cock is reaching my throat. At one time, the butler's eyes came to Peter's figure. He seemed to slow down his moves. Leena scolded him : - Don't stop, ass hole, don't mind that wimp, ignore him! He has never been able to satisfy me! Show him how a real man gives pleasure to a woman! - Yes you must be right : a real man would have killed us or himself and at least would have left not to see us fucking on his marital bed. Only an inferior white man could watch his wife fucked by a superior Indian man! Watch, cuckold, your whore wife is begging your superior to fuck her Leena ordered Peter to take a seat on a stool as chairs and armchairs were meant for real men and women and watch them closely. - Try to learn something of it, scum. Peter obeyed meekly and that seemed to inflame the butler's senses. He started humping more brutally Leena. Judging by her screams of bliss, she wasn't adverse to taking it this rough. Therefore, Peter wasn't overmuch surprised when she begged her butler to fuck her in the ass. She told him there was a tube of KY jelly in the night stand. He sneered : - Why are you keeping this jelly here? Don't tell me you fuck his ass with a dildo! The butler covered his cock with the jelly and he started buggering Leena right in front of her husband's eyes. It was the most erotic sight to watch that big dark cock entering slowly his wife's white ass. He could see that incredible look of ecstasy on her face. Peter thought that she was doing an incredible job, clenching desperately her sphincter on his cock and giving way slowly. She had been reamed so often by Kyrhan that he could have entered her straight forward with Leena barely noticing it. He had the impression he was entering her nice and easy. Her ass seemed to be the tightest sheath for him, as if she had been molded to fit him. The butler went in all the way, fucked her still so slowly in the ass for several minutes. Peter could follow from her moans how much she was enjoying it. She cummed marvelously and begged him to cum in her mouth. He pulled out of her ass and pushed his cock between her lips and he fucked her face untill he came aplenty and noisily. He sputtered a heavy load and she drank it all, smiling proudly as she cleaned his cock with her tongue. Peter stood up. The butler looked questioningly to him. Leena opened her thighs invitingly. - Don't be unquiet! He just wants to clean me up. Go on, cuckold, lick up your servant's cum from your wife's cunt! Peter bent forward at once and the butler watched him doing his office. He sat up in bed, laughing at Peter while massaging his cock, trying to make it hard again for another round. When Peter had licked it all, Leena made him swallow it all and present his open mouth for their inspection. Leena told her husband to go down to the kitchen and prepare them refreshments and toasts with orange marmalade as they were ravenously hungry. It was a convenient way to gain some intimacy. Preeti left them cuddling in bed, fondling one another as any couple of lovers in the world do. When Peter came back with Preeti, Leena was sucking his cock. They had their collation and told Peter to clear up. He just fucked her one more time before taking a shower with her. That was the beginning of another round of kinky actions I may tell you another time. Peter lost that night a large part of his prestige in front of his butler who resigned shortly after. That was a side objective for Preeti who had always been worried about the relations between Gupta and Peter's butler.