3 comments/ 62464 views/ 14 favorites Kavita By: anilsahotra Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including copyright message. I had only lain down on the couch in the darkened interior of my Winnebago, when there was a panic banging at my motor home door. I went and opened it fighting against the cold icy wind and rain to hold it open. A woman dressed only in a sari her hair in a mess and soaking wet, stood there. In poor English "Please let me hide here, bad men want to harm me." She blurted our casting a worried look behind her. "Come in, Please," I said glad to get the door closed and us separated from the outside elements. Even though she was shivering and wet by the look on her face she was amazed at the luxury that these vehicles have. "I am illegal migrant, bad men brought me this country, to marry but want me to work in brothel, I run away from toilet, please hide me, no let them take me." She pleaded. "Well you can't stay in those wet clothes and I have no clothes for you, what I do have is a pair of pyjamas, I will get them for you, and you change out of these wet things at the back, I won't let the men take you." I said trying to be the white knight in shinning armour. To be on the safe side I thought I had better leave this rest area, but first I would have to fill my tanks. As I got into the drivers seat and swiveled it round into the driving position. I saw three dark skinned men walking around the car park in the pouring rain, no rain gear on looking for someone. I pulled into one of the numerous filling bays and alighted to fill my tank. As I was filling the tank, one of these men approached me and asked if I had seen a woman dressed in a sari, it was his wife he said. "Why are you looking for your wife out here in the pouring freezing rain, surely she would be sheltered in one of the warm buildings." I replied to him. "She would want a lift, we had a tiff." He replied. "Well it's easy to get a lift here, as you see traffic is continually entering and leaving all the time." I told him. At this time one of his friends, a real seedy looking character appeared from behind my motor home and said, "Forget it Ali, she's not worth it." Then they both disappeared into the night. I paid for my fuel, and headed north towards Edinburgh on the A1(M). Shortly after the Indian woman came forward, and I told her to sit in the passenger seat and do up her seat belt. She was dressed in my pyjamas and had let her hair down, and must have used my comb to comb it out. Her hair reached to her bottom, and was luster black. "Now tell me what this is all about," I asked her. The story she told was: Her name was Kavita Patel, she thinks she is twenty two years old. Two weeks ago; she flew in from Bangladesh, to get married. She came from a small town outside Bogra, her family was very poor, but a friend of an uncle came from Britain and said that the men there don't want a dowry, and he would arrange a passport and passage for her. Apparently, she didn't even have a birth certificate; it isn't compulsory to register births in Bangladesh and especially girls. On arrival, here there was no marriage, she had been locked up in a room in London, and was told she was being taken to Manchester to work in a brothel there, to repay the cost of her airfare. She said she had never attended school. She had picked up some English from an English girl whose parents had worked in her village for a short time. Ever since, she had wanted to come to Britain. All this was said in her broken English. I thought it was strange about the birth certificate bit, and then I remembered a documentary on present day slavery and camel jockeys. Bangladesh was the country of choice because of this very reason. In fact, there was no documentation on this earth to say that Kavita ever existed. What a dilemma I thought, what am I to do with this poor creature? Here I am off on a three-month solitude holiday that I have been planning for years and within hours of starting, I now have a woman companion. I have kept away from women now for over four years, after a very bad experience with my ex-wife. She had been giving free sex to all the male employees of the computer software company I used to own. It appears everyone knew about it except me. So when she gave birth to the child I thought was mine, and he was born black, the truth came out. I had a sympathetic judge who heard my case and she got one of the three houses we owned and only 10% of the company. I immediately sold the company and within a few months, the new owners had bought her out at a lot less than they had paid me proportionally for my part. The last I heard she had sold the house due to debts, and the father of her child had deserted her. She was now living in some Council flat in East London. I arranged through a very good friend of mine to allow their son who is attending some religious course for ministers in London to use my home and keep an eye on it for the first month of my holiday. I was getting the use of a camper pad they had in the northwest of Scotland. They had invested in a diesel generator, water and sewage for the site and usually went there each year. This year they are off to Spain camping with a group. Therefore, I took up their offer of their site. I wanted to get away from everyone. Since my divorce, I wrote a small program, which raw copied CD's. I was approached by a big record distribution company, who bought out my patient, to prevent their CD's from being copied, with the new protection. My program made this protection invisible. There was one other company who had a similar program and they were also approached. Since my divorce I have stayed well away from females, as it appears that all of my generation females are out to drain you dry for there own monetary gain, and the courts are not helping. This was why I said it was strange I now had a female companion not that I was gay. This Winnebago was my pride and joy; I had always envied seeing these vehicles in American movies and always wished I could own one. I stocked mine out so that it would provide all my needs for a long holiday with all the comforts of a luxury home. I even had a trial bike on a special frame mounted on the rear in a special lockable glass fibre container. I took the minor road at Scotch Corner and headed for Coldstream to enter Edinburgh by the south, rather than via the coast road. We stopped at one of the lay-bys as I now had been driving non-stop for eight hours except for the brief stop when Kavita came into the camper. I made a coffee and gave one to Kavita who hasn't said very much at all since she told me about how she got here. "You have a very nice, what you call it," she said, spreading her arms and looking around. "Mobile home, but I must say you look real cute in my pyjamas," I said. It was obvious that she had removed her bra (If she did wear one) for she was very bouncy when she walked around. Now in the light she was a very attractive woman, and it was a pity the way she had been treated. "Kavita, I am off on a long holiday, you are quite welcome to come with me or I will drop you off where you want. " "You very kind, please I stay with you. I know no one in this country." She replied. "Well my name is Charlie Brown, Kavita!" I said holding out my hand and she shook it "Welcome aboard" It was going to be a little difficult as I only had the double bed I had the other beds removed. So I said to her "Kavita I only have the one bed and no spare bedding, you will have to share the bed, but have no fear you are quite safe I won't be molesting you." She thought about it for some time and said "OK I trust you, but no sex please." We agreed and she at long last smiled what a beautiful smile it was too. "When we get to Edinburgh we will have to get you some clothing as you only have one set. I am only passing through Edinburgh I want to get to Perth to spend two nights and visit some points of interest there." I might have said I am visiting the moon, as she had no idea where these places were. "I only wear sari, I no like western clothes." She said very emphatically. We continued on and entered Edinburgh about 10 and we were able to park in the fourth parking area we visited. Kavita by this time had once more dressed in her now wrinkled sari, underskirt and short sleeved blouse. The first big shop we entered was Marks and Spencers and I managed to get her fitted out with six sets of bra's and panties, two nightdresses, a Terri dressing gown and a thick pullover, and cardigan, but that is as far as she would go. One good thing she was talking to another Bangladeshi woman, who came over to me and explained there was a shop nearby where she could purchase good working saris and accessories. In fact it was just round the corner and we came out with three cotton lengths and three ready made underskirts and long sleeve blouses all in matching colours. When we got back into the RV she went and changed into the new sari, when she emerged she did look very nice with her hair rolled into a bun at the back of her head. We proceeded over the Forth Road Bridge and within an hour, we were in Perth. Parked in a Camper site, and connected to mains and sewage. After a quick shower, Kavita was amazed that there was a shower in the RV, she had one too and changed into her new underwear. We then went to a restaurant and had a good meal. Well I did, Kavita was really out of her depth and I should have realized from what she had told me that this would be the case. She was determined and watched me like a hawk and followed my example. The food also must have been strange for her too. After the meal we took a stroll through the centre of the town and visited the gardens on the inches. This is what they call the parklands on the bank of the River Tay. We drew a lot of stares from the locals. A white chap out walking with a Bangladeshi woman wearing a sari wasn't a daily sight. Especially since she had her arm linked into mine. We got back and eventually I got into bed, dressed in our night attire, she at one side of the bed and me at the other. Some time in the middle of the night we had met in the middle and I woke up with her cuddled into my back with her breasts against my back and her arm thrown over my shoulder. "Good morning Charlie," her voice sounded in my left ear and she planted a kiss on my cheek. "Morning, Kavita did you sleep well." I asked. "I was frightened at first, in case you attacked me, but now I know I need not fear, you can be trusted." She replied. The previous evening I saw a notice about local day tours, starting at 9-30 so we got to the designated start point and joined about 10 others and had a tour of the immediate area. The tour included a lunch so we were well catered for. On return that evening we ate out at an Indian restaurant but Kavita didn't like the way hey had made their curries. "I will make you a good curry," she told me "not the swill that the restaurant made." "You will have to wait until we get to our destination." I told her. We watched a video on our TV before retiring for the evening. This time we got into bed and made no pretense of avoidance. After saying good night she lent over and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Thank you for treating me so kind." She said. I was awakened in the night by her sobbing and crying. I tuned and pulled her to me and she cried on my shoulder and fell asleep in that position. She was still there in the morning but when I woke she was lying looking up at me. "You very good man, no touch, when could, I now trust you very much". She said planting a kiss on my lips, whilst holding my head. "Come on I want to reach Scourie by to-night." I said rising and dressing. I made a cup of tea and made a couple of slices of toast. Disconnected all the attachments and left the park. We were on the road north by 7 o'clock. We passed through Aviemore, Inverness, and at Lairge cut inland towards the west coast. At last we saw our destination on the sign posts. Then just a few miles the other side of Scourie we took a private road to the camping site of my friend. It was as he described it, desolate and looking over a bay. The bay of Eddrachillis. I Turned the RV so that the door and the retractable annex were on the lee side and parked on the concrete slab. The water and sewage connections were standard fittings. I had a key to the stone hut that contained the generator and tested it for starting. There were solar panels on the roof to keep the Starting batteries charged. The generator was big enough to supply a small village. My satellite dish was a bit of a problem as it kept blowing over. A few rocks to wedge it soon solved the problem and we had TV and I could access the internet. I never thought in the British Isles anyplace could be so desolated. There was only the birds and the wind and the sea crashing on to the rocks below. This was what I had come for to get away from the false world I lived in and just enjoy the sound of nature. I hadn't planned for Kavita but so far she has been no trouble, in fact she is quite good company. I made a trip daily to the shop in Scourie to collect bread, milk and the newspaper. Other than that we had no contact with anyone. We walked the cliffs and the beaches on the few we could get to and just relaxed. Kavita did make very nice curries, we stopped for a rest in Inverness and she came out of an Indian shop with a bag of spices. She made her own mixtures and they had more bite than the ones in the restaurants. We even tried fishing, and managed to catch a few, but nothing to brag about. After about a month, we were very comfortable with each others company, and her English had improved dramatically. She was very worried about being deported. The reason she said was she wanted to stay with me, forever. That night in bed she started sobbing and crying again. So this time I asked "What is the matter Kavita, what brought on this crying." "I don't think you want me, you won't let me stay with you." She said through the sobs. "I never said such a thing, Kavita I love you beside me." "But you never said you wanted me, to be with you." She answered. "Kavita, will you stay with me after this holiday?" I asked her "Oh Yes I will always stay with you." She said throwing her arms around my neck and locking her mouth on to mine. It was just a natural thing to do I put both arms round her and pulled her to me. She thrust her lower body on to mine and I had a sudden erection, not just an erection but a very hard painful one. She couldn't say she never felt it for her pubic region was pressed on my penis. Her breasts were pressing on my chest. And she was grinding her mouth on to mine and the tears were still flowing down her cheeks and dripping on to my face. "Charlie I am a virgin, I don't know what do I can feel your hard thing pressing against me, I don't want you to hurt me." Mari declared. "Don't you worry I won't force you to do nothing you don't want, so calm down please, Kavita." I moved my hands from her back and through her nightdress I took her fair sized breast in my hand and started running my fingers round working into the centre of her areole on her breast. She inhaled a deep breath and pressed her breast into my hand. I took my hand off and slipped the strop of her nightdress off and down her arm. It was rather awkward getting it over her elbow but she at least helped leaving her breast bare. This was the first time I had ever seen her breast the one I saw was as big as a rock melon, with a dark brown areole and an almost black nipple now standing out proud. I pushed up and took her nipple in my mouth and rolled it between my lips. Kavita pulled my head to her chest and moaned with her head slightly back. "Charlie, you are making me feel so funny and it goes down to my legs." she said. "Come take off your nightie as I removed my pyjamas top. She seemed a bit reluctant at first but she relented but tried to hide her breasts by holding her arm across her chest as she once again got under the bed clothes. This time when she came to me it was bare chest to bare chest, and it was Kavita who was rubbing her chest on mine. I once again slid down and kissed and sucked her breast whilst I caressed the other. When I tried to run my hand down her body she just took a hold of it and brought it back up. I could see she loved this breast petting and she wasn't going to go any further for now, I respected her for this. There was plenty of time. A good thing is worth waiting for anyway as long as it's not too long. For the first time ever she said, "Charlie I love you!" and kissed me on the mouth. The next morning I awoke, and as usual I woke with an erection but this time I was cuddled up to Kavita and she had my hard cock between her legs hard up against her mons so the only way it could have got there was by her placing it there. I could feel the coarse pubic hairs rubbing against the head. I was more aware than normal of this close proximity. I had my hand over her body and I gently took hold of her breast and as I did so Kavita pressed her hand on top of mine and held mine on her breast and gave a little wiggle of her hips. I now knew that she was awake, and quite conscious of what was going on. "Morning Kavita," I said in her with y mouth close to her ear. "I like this feeling Charlie, is it always as hard as this in the morning," she asked. "Yes Kavita, it's because I need to pee." "Do you want me to let you go?" she asked "Oh God no Kavita this is lovely and comfortable," I said to her drawing her closer to me "I like it too Charlie, do you love me too Charlie," "I won't lie to you Kavita, I really like you a lot, and I think I love you a little, you have definitely become part of my life, please give me. time sweetheart." "That's the first time you have called me that Charlie" "Called you what Kavita?" "Sweetheart!" she said. "Is it, well I do mean it Kavita." She pushed even harder into me, and squeezed her thighs tighter, then relaxing them, almost masturbating me with her actions. "Kavita if you keep doing that with your thighs, you will be getting a surprise." I said. "Oh! Charlie I'm sorry, it was so nice too." She said At that point she turned and faced me, and I just couldn't help it I slid my hand between her legs and ran my finger between the lips of her vagina and gently stroked her tender area. Instead of pushing my hand away she pushed herself on to my hand, and let out a sigh. "Charlie that is lovely please don't stop, I love you so much." Kavita said as she hugged me. Kavita In Lust Dear readers. Here is another story that was narrated to be by one of my readers. The story you are going to read is true and has been written as it was narrated to me. My name is Kavita and I am a 30 year old married professional woman living in Delhi, India. I work in an MNC and Raj, my husband, is a fairly successful businessman. We have been married for 3 years and you can say we are as happy as an average married couple. We have our ups and downs, good days and bad days, so to the words I am a typical Indian woman taking take of her husband and household. However, the truth is far from that. I have always been a fun loving personality. I was and still am outgoing, not the shy types, and always enjoyed interacting with people. Social events like parties are always a pleasure for me. There is no substitute for good company. You only live once and you shouldn't let the best in life pass you by. However I always had a moral compass based on my belief in God and my upbringing, culture and traditions. Which is why, even though I am considered beautiful by those who know me, I never had any affairs during my single days. For those who are interested, I am 5'9 (tall by Indian standards for a woman), fair, long straight black hair, slim yet curvy in the right places. I believed in the goodness of people and now I know that was my own naivety and perhaps the reason of the change in my life. During my single days, one of closest friends was Neha. She and I were always inseparable. We shared a similar zest for life and while I was not the shy types, Neha was even more outgoing than me. Social events, parties, shipping, or traveling, we always did everything together. As fate would have it, we also got engaged around the same time. I was engaged to Raj around the same time Arun came into Neha's life. Both of our marriages were arranged by the family as per the usual custom in India. Due to family timings, Neha got married four months before I did. After marriage, when she and I would hang out, she would talk to be about her married life and of course sex was discussed. Apparently Arun was very good, and Neha was completely satisfied in that department. He has opened a new door for her and Neha being outgoing had easily acclimated herself to it. We didn't go into too much detail, but there was enough teasing and chiding form both of us to make me really look forward to my wedding night. I was a few months into my 26th year, when I got married to Raj and the wedding wonderful. Our wedding night too was very memorable. Raj was a very understanding husband and lover. Sensing my nervousness, he didn't force or pressure me into sex, which made me feel very happy. He talked a lot about each other desires and fantasies and the first night was spent kissing, caressing and massaging each other. The next night is when we consummated out marriage and sex was everything I imagined it would be. Raj was a very good lover and made sure I enjoyed our sexual union as much as he did. Our honeymoon (where was the honey moon?). Our honeymoon phase, as we call is here, lasted for 6 months. Everything was great, life was beautiful and sex was always amazingly hot. The more I had sex the more I wanted it. But as the saying goes, all good things must end. After six months, Raj's work demands started to take over his time. He was taking frequent trips out of town and often out of the country. So along with work, I used to spent a lot of time with Neha. Arun too would take trip out of town for his work, but not as frequently as Raj. So when the husband were out, Neha and I spent time together catching up, talking about married life and comparing notes. Yes, again in not much detail (I was the reluctant one) but again enough to get a mental picture. Neha would tell me all that she and Arun had tried and how open minded and kinky Arun would get at times. This got me curious and I often prompted her on what she meant by kinky, and Neha confided that she and her husband often watched softcore and hardcore porn movies together, he would blindfold her and at times tie her up during sex. I would often get flushed hearing this. One day, while our husband were in town, Neha and I were having coffee at her place and she playfully suggested if I anted to watch one of the porn DVDs. Not to turn away from such an offer, I said sure and she popped in the DVD. It was a very erotic, and my first exposure to an X-rated movie. Neha and I were sitting together and it was obvious and it was having an effect on both of us. Neha started to gently touch my thigh and I started rubbing her back. Neha and I were close enough that we didn't mind this at all. WE continued to gently and teasingly caress each other but never took off each other clothes – just touched and rubbed over them. When the DVD ended, both of us were very horny, so I said my good byes, went home and waiting for Raj to come in. As soon as he did, I got on him and almost ripped his clothes off. That night Raj and I had amazing sex. Watching the porn movie had ignited a lust in me that ever surprised Raj, and we had sex 3 or 4 times that night. By the time we were done, both of us were sweaty, panting and exhausted. There were red marks on our bodies were we had given each other love bites. My breasts and nipples were sore form Raj's onslaught and my pussy was continuously throbbing. Even today, the thought of that night, makes me tingle all over. The next day, when Neha and I talked, I found that she too had had an amazing night with Arun – one of the best. After talking for a little bit, we decided to make this a weekly routine to watch a DVD together and then have sex with our husbands. So the deal was to do it when our husbands were in town. Sometimes we watched it at her place, and sometimes mine, but every time we would watch together and get very aroused and have amazing sex with our husbands. While watching the DVDs Neha and I would caress each other over our clothes, and a few times when we were too horny, we even kissed each other, but never more. We knew that that moment our clothes came of, then we would not be able to control ourselves, and this was not an area we wanted to go to. Our husband never complained nor at any reason to. They were very satisfied at the quantity and quality of sex. About 2-3 months after this routine started, I went to Neha's to watch a movie. It was a change of plan from my place to hers since I had an out of ton relative staying at my place. When I got there, I found that Neha had to go out of town since her cousin had been in an accident. Also she said that she wasn't going to be able to watch anyway, since Arun had been called to an Emergency meeting in Mumbai and would be returning the next day. Since I was already there, I asked her if I could watch the DVD on my own and told her of my relative at my palace. Neha completely understood and gave me her house keys, which I could return when she got back. Arun had his own set of keys so I didn't have to worry about him when he came back the next day. When Neha left, I closed the main door behind her, turned off the main lights, and shut the curtains. Then I played the DVD and sat on the sofa. As the scenes of the porn movie progressed and hot increasingly erotic, I also got aroused. I had turned up the volume a little more than usual and as the moans and groans of the people filled my ears; my hands started caressing my body on their own. I don't remember exactly when, but my started taking of my clothing one by one. The top came off first followed by my jeans. I continued caressing my body, rubbing my breasts and my nipples were hard and poking out. (describe breast size and nipples). I took off my bra and freed my firm breasts. They were slowly getting red from my fingers. As the sex in the movie got very intense, my pussy started oozing its juices wetting and soaking my panties. Not being able to stand it any longer, I took off my wet panties which were now sticking to my pussy lips as I pulled them down. I was lost in my own ecstatic world. My finger were caressing my breasts, and twisting my nipples. The hard nipples were sticking out as I pinched and twisted them. Every time I pulled on them and release, ripples of pleasure went through my breasts. My other hand was between my legs, gently moving my finger up and down my slit. I moved my finger up and around my clit and then down my slit letting my pussy lips open on their own. My juies were seeping down of my hole and down my asscrack and my clit was throbbing at my every touch. My whole body was hot and I could feel my face flush. Suddenly the DVD got stuck and in my frustrated I got up and weto the the DVD player and took out the dvd. I cleaned the dvd and the player again with a tissue and played it again. To my relief the DVD started working again and I started backing towards the Sofa with my eyes fixed on the DVD. I didn't want to loose my euphorics state and didn't want to miss a single scene. As I was walking back, I got a shock that made me scream and my heart stopped for an instant. I felt someone grab me tightly from behind and forced me to sit on his lap. I could feel that he was completely nude, and his hard cock was pushing against my body. The heat emanating from his person was incredible and the rubbing on his cock on my body had put my brain in panic mode. I had no idea what was going on or what to do. Suddenly I felt a hot pair of lips kissing my neck and down my back. I struggled to moves but couldn't. My body had started sweating. I felt him pull me closer as his lips continued to kiss my back and my neck. Then I felt his hard cock move from my thigh and touch my pussy lips. Then I just screamed. "Please let me go!" Suddenly I was free and I jumped up and turned to face my attacker. It was Arun, and he was naked, hard and smiling. Instinctively my hands flow over my body making a futile attempt to cover my hard nipples and dripping pussy. "What are you doing here?" I stammered. "My meeting was cancelled, so I decided to come home early." He said casually, "Seems like it was a good idea that I did." He was eyes me all over my naked body, the lust in his eyes obvious. I reached for my scattered clothes on the floor but Arun was two quick for me and grabbed them away from my reach. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my heart beating in my ears, my mind in danger of shutting down due to panic. "What do you want, Arun" "Do you even have to ask?" He said with an ominous voice and suddenly completely the distance between is in a heartbeat. Arun is a strong man, and before I realized what happened, he had both of my hands pinned behind me with only one of his hands. With the other hand, he gently played with my hair, moving them out of my eyes. Some of the hairs were stuck to my forehead since I had become very hot while watching the porn movie. He moves his hand to the side of my face and caressed my cheek. His touch was gentle but his grip on my hands was very strong. He was so close to me that my voice was gone from my throat and I couldn't say anything. Couldn't stop him, couldn't scream, just felt his touch. His semi hard cock was touching my belly and I could feel drops of pre-cum touching my skin and evening seeping into my deep navel. Arun's fingers continued the exploration of my face, his fingering outlining my face, my eyes, my check bone, my jaw line and then my lips. His gripping hand pulled me a little higher till I was on my tip-toes, bringing my face closer to his mouth. His cock was now getting harder and I could feel him rubbing on my pubic bone over my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I don't if it was because I had been masturbating earlier and not finished, or because Arun was a powerful and strong man, but I am ashamed to admit that when I felt his cock near my opening, my pussy twitched with desire. Arun licked him lips with his tongue and with his free hand pulled my hair back. My neck arched back from the force, and he leaned in planted his lips on me. I was surprised at how gently the kiss was. He pressed his lips softly at first, gently kissing me, and slowly sucking on my lips. His kisses were caring, loving, and not at all what I expected. This sudden shift of aggression confused me so much that I unknowingly started to respond to his kisses. He parted my lips with his and soon the kisses became more and more passionate. His tongue slipped into my mouth and his lips moved all over mine. I felt his cock get hard and push on my pubic bone. Trickles of his precum were seeping into my hair and the wetness was making my pussy remember the lust it was feeling a few moments ago. Arun's kisses slowly got more aggressive. His tongue was snaking into my mouth which was wide open for him. He kissed my whole face and then back to my lips. This time he sucked on my lips harder and was biting on them gently. The pain of one hard bite pulled me out of my trance and back to reality. This was wrong, and it had to stop. Arun sensed my change of mood and before I could react, he picked me up in his staring arms and took me to his bedroom. I braced myself and closed my eyes, expecting the worst when I felt he put me down and turned me around, so he was no behind me. I opened my eyes and say myself reflected in a full length mirror that showed me completely in my nakedness. I saw Arun behind me holding my hand with his. His free hand now slipped around my waist and was gently caressing my belly. "Look at yourself Kavita?" He whispered in my ear. "See how beautiful and sexy you look. You have an amazing figure." "Please don't do this Arun." I whispered. "Do what, Kavita?" Arun whispered with a smile. "Please let me go." I pleadingly whispered. "But you want this," Arun replied soothingly. "I saw you lying naked on the sofa fingering yourself. Your fingers were wet with your juices and when u licked of your own juices, I knew you were horny and in need for a good fuck." "Please don't say that" I pleaded again, unable to deny the truth of his words. I was horny, I was masturbating, and I was in need for a good fuck, but only from Raj. This wasn't right, but I could make my self scream that reality. Arun's moved his finger up and down my belly, gently caressing it. He kissed my neck and gently sucked on the skin. His finger was encircling my deep navel and he slowly licked up to my ear and then down back to my neck. He then blew a warm breath on the wet skin and gently pressed his finger into my navel. Arun was slowly breaking my resolve and the unexpected sigh that escaped my lips was Arun confirmation of that fact. He moved his hand lower and started pressing his palm on my pubic bone. He pulled me close to him and his hard cock was poking my lover back. Arun's was really horny and his pre-cum was dripping from his cock to my back and down my ass crack. The pressure and movement of his palm on my pubic bone and hair was sending subtle vibrations to my pussy and again it has started to awaken. It was getting wetter and my nipples were again slowly getting hard. My mind was reminding me of my morals, my vows, and values, but my body was no longer listening. My body wanted pleasure and release. Arun suddenly pinned me to the wall next to the mirror. He moved my hands over my head and started kissed my again. His hard cock was poking my belly, almost filling my navel with his precum. His kisses were very hot, passionate and aggressive. He kissed my neck like before but this time he kissed down to my chest and down to my cleavage. "You have such lovely breasts. Raj is a lucky man." Arun's eyes were filled with a lust and fire I had not seen before. Not even in Raj. All the stories that Neha used to tell me about them especially where Arun got aggressive were all sounding true. He moved his hand to my breasts and fondled it tenderly. He closed his thumb and finger around the nipple. Then he pinched almost violently. Another sharp jolt seemed to go through my body. He squeezed my nipple again, hard. My pussy reacted with an involuntary spasm. I fought to free my wrists from his grip. But he was too strong. He started kissing the soft flesh of my breasts aggressively, sucking in the skin and biting them. He was leaving bite marks on my breasts as if he was marking them as his territory. What was Raj going to say, I didn't know, but my body didn't care. His free hand cupped my breast and he took the nipple in his mouth. His mouth was so hot, I felt it would burn my skin. He was sucking in my breast as much as he could and licked his tongue all over the nipple. He pulled his head back, letting the breasts slip out, till the nipples was between his teeth and then he gently bit on it. Shorts of pain as well as pleasure rippled though my body and another moan escaped my mouth. Arun heard it and then moved to my other breast. I looked down and saw my first breast was shiny, read and puffy from Arun's aggressiveness. By this time my pussy was so wet that drops of my juices were tricking out of my pussy and down my thigh. Arun continued his onslaught on my other breast, sucking on it, pulling on it, biting it. Raj has never been so aggressive with me, and I was enjoyed this despite the circumstances. "You liked that didn't you?" Arun asked letting my breasts out of his mouth. Both my breasts were not completely red and swelled, and moving up and down with each breath. I looked at Arun who also breathing heavier than before and had a lusty smile. Even though denial would have been the perfect thing to do at that time, a person like Arun would have easily known that I was lying. My body was too far gone and my enjoyment was now becoming evident. I simply nodded slowly in response. "You are still not ready yet my dear. We still have more to come." Arun smiled. Arun's comment both shocked and intrigued me. What else was left? He had broken my resolve. He could have done anything he wanted right now I wouldn't have objected. And I was sure an experienced man like Arun knew it. So what more did he want? Arun was now sittin on his knees and loving my lower body. He was planiting small butterfly kissing on my thighs, and licking small trails up and down. Now and again he would bite my soft skin and each time an involuntary moan would escape my lips. His face was right aobe my crotch and he was likcing slowly across the bend/joint where the thighs meet my body. I could feel his hot breathe on my pussy and I knew he was deliberately slow. He wanted to break my resolve completely and he wanted me to beg. That was going to be his power over me, but I wasn't going to let him do that. I was going to maintain my dignity. But as much as I wanted to stop, my moans kept escaping my lips. And even though I couldn't see his face, I would imagine his smile. Then I felt it; his tongue on my lips. It was a slow broad stroke that sent jolts of pleasure though my pussy, up my spine and exploded in my brain. I bit my lips hand to stop from enjoying the sheer pleasure. My whole body shivered and I felt week in my knees. With one stoke on his magic tongue, My pussy started oozing more juices than do in a whole night with Raj. Then I felt his fingers work their way to between my legs my pussy. I held my legs together, not allowing him such full and intimate to my most private part. His knee pried its way between my legs, forcing me to open up, making myself accessible, even against my will. I knew I couldn't let him touch my secret part. If he did, then he'd know. He'd know that I was already wet. He'd know that my pussy wasn't listening to my mind. His finger traced a line along my pussy lips. He stroked there, not attempting entry, just teasing my entrance. Then I felt his fingers open my lips with his finger of both hands. My body seemed to open to him like a flower. The dampness that was in me started rolling down my thighs. Suddenly the room was permeated with my smell. My mind was fighting this intrusion, but my body betrayed me. It was welcoming, eager. Only then did the realization hit me. Arun was using both hands on my pussy, so right now my hands were free. Even then I didn't move them. I wanted to, but couldn't. I could move my hands, to push him away. His tongue then traced the glistening slit on my open pussy. Kavita Betty and Kavita hugged one another and dashed to look again at the kitchen. ‘I will have to make arrangements to sell my house in London and get all my stuff up. I will have to leave the camper here while I do this if I bring it up to this house can you watch it for me. I may be gone for a couple of weeks I would also appreciate it if someone can take us to Inverness airport." I asked him. "We will look after everything, do you want me to arrange the connection of services for you, I know that you should apply yourself but I will talk to them and you can go and sign when you get back." "Please we would appreciate that. Can you get us to the airport to-morrow?" I asked. "I have to go into court again to-morrow, I will pick you up at 6-30 will that do." He told me "Great!, Donald I appreciate all the help you and your family have given Kavita and myself, I will have to repay you somehow." I said "You just bring yourself and your pretty wife back." He said. Once we were returned to the camper I booked two tickets to London. Rang up my Estate Agent and told him to list my house for sale as soon as possible. I could almost hear him counting his commission as the house was in Holland Park a preferred district in London. We packed everything away and drove the camper to our new home. We spent the night there making beautiful love. We awake at 5 and prepared for our journey south. I was determined that I would get a supply of saris for Kavita when in London as there was a large Indian community there and many outlets selling these garments. This time Kavita will choose them herself. The flight down went without a hitch, and soon we were at my home. Kavita couldn't believe that I lived in such opulence. "What beautiful furniture you have touching everything." She said "It's yours as well Kavita, always remember that." I said to her. I got on the land line phone and started making calls as Kavita inspected our home. First I rang Gilbert and thanked him for what he had done for us. He wished us all the best and happiness. Then I said that I would like him to do me another favour. And I told him about Kavita's mother and sister, and that I would like to sponsor them and how would I go about it. He gave me some advice and told me a lawyer that specializes in this type of thing. I rang the lawyer and gave him Gilberts name and telephone number, my address here but I said it wouldn't be for long as I was moving to Scotland and gave him the address there. I also gave Ronald Macgregor's name as a reference. Also all the particulars of Kavita's mother and sister, he told me he would be in touch. I then rang Mrs. Singh and thanked her for the sari and asked her if she would take Kavita and get her fitted out with more clothing. I told her about her wearing the sari; she told me she also only wears the sari so the two of them should get on well together. We weren't back in the house three hours when I received a call fro the Estate Agents asking if they could show someone round the house. I quickly agreed. I just couldn't describe the couple who came to visit with the Estate Agent. Apparently they were pop stars and their dress was ghastly. I'm sure they will get on well with my neighbours. I let them wander around. And then man said "I see you have an Indian servant does she come with the house." "Sir that is my wife you are referring to." I said indignantly. "Oh I'm very sorry I didn't realize." He said. I could tell that I had really upset him by that statement. The Estate Agent and the two of them got into a huddle and the Estate agent came and told me he had an offer. Would it be sufficient and it would be a quick sale. When he told me the price I just looked at him for about a minute. "Is the price too low, I will ask if they will go higher" he said thinking he may have lost a sale. "No that is far higher than the value I had done just last year, and the difference shook me, that's all," I said "Will you sell at that price then?" He asked "You have a sale make the time as short as possible please." I told him. He went over and spoke to the couple and came back. "The quickest I can make it is five days." He said "We will be vacated in five days, please send the papers round and I will sign them." I said. "Thank you," he replied. After they had left I contacted Mrs. Macgregor and told her we would be returning in one week. She was very excited and said she would tell Ronald when he came back home. I then contacted a removal contractor and told them I needed an urgent removal to the north of Scotland. They said that would be fine for they were looking for a back loading. They would send the team of packers round to-morrow ready for the removal in three days. Everything since my meeting Kavita has gone right she must be my lucky charm. For a period in my life nothing went right now everything has turned up rosy. I decided that we would spend our time in London in a hotel as the house was going to be disrupted. I rang and made a booking at the Holiday Inn, Then rang the Removal Contractor telling them where to pick up the house keys, and Mrs. Singh where we will be staying. I collected Kavita from the kitchen where she was rummaging and told her of the change of plans. We collected our things and we went to my garage and collected my Lexus. "You have a car as well?" She asked. "No we have a car as well!" I said to her. She laughed. "I will have to get used to that!" She said. Kavita was rather apprehensive when we entered the Holiday Inn, but the thing that really tickled her was being called Mrs. Brown. I think that the reception clerk thought we were having a sly week until Mrs. Singh came up to us and congratulated us on our marriage. We all went up to our room and dropped off our things. I told her about our time table, and she would collect Kavita in the morning and they would go shopping. I had to tell her that Kavita couldn't read or understand the money or its value and I would leave it to her to guide her, but I wanted her to have the best, as I wanted her to be proud to be my wife. "You don't need to worry about that she is very proud to be your wife, and when you told her that you liked to see her dressed in the sari she was even prouder. As you see I always wear my sari, it makes me different to the others and I am very proud of my national dress. Just then there was a knock at the door and I let in Nanda Singh who I hadn't seen for quite a while. "So this is the pretty wife," he said kissing Kavita's hand. "She is very beautiful, and I can see by the way she looks at you she loves you very much. May you have many happy years?" He and his wife left saying they will see Kavita the next morning. "I am glad that Mrs. Singh also wears the sari. I was beginning to feel an outcast." She said whilst hugging me. "I don't care you continue wearing it." I kissed her brow. The next few days went very fast, and there were so many things that I had to do in preparation of moving home. Kavita enjoyed her day shopping, but she didn't like the crowds, or the noise of London. Even though I had lived most of my life in this city, in the past years I had become a recluse therefore my list of friends had shrunk. I too would be glad to leave and make a clean start up north. Settlement day arrived, and two days before my furniture was all packed and on its way to my new home. On that day I had my lawyers transfer the balance due on the home in Scotland. These days with the aid of computers everything took seconds which used to take days. Kavita and I then left London heading north again, but this time as man and wife. Keeping to the main arterial roads, the miles slipped quickly by as we passed through previously seen locations. At the north side of Inverness we in fact passed the furniture van carrying our effects and we therefore would be present for their arrival. When we pulled up outside our new home, Betty's car was parked alongside the camper. When we entered the house it was lovely and warm and the central heating was running. Betty came to the hall to meet us and welcomed us home. "My that was a quick trip, I am glad to see you back. I was just finishing up tidying up and getting things ready for your arrival." She said. I connected up the power to the camper and soon we had a cup of coffee ready, and we all sat down waiting on the arrival of the furniture van. It was then that I found out that the house had been the property of Ronald's mother and had been his old family home. It was while we were waiting, that I received the call from the lawyer looking into Kavita's mother's sponsorship. I asked to be excused from the two ladies and took the call outside. Kavita's mother had been contacted, but her sister had died suddenly, so her mother was now all alone. She was eager to come but it would take a little while to get the necessary paperwork, and organize her application. If I would like he could get a visitors visa, while the application for sponsored residency was being processed. I told him to do this and to contact me and let me know how things were progressing. My old furniture was insufficient to furnish all the rooms of the house. We would need to furnish two more bedrooms, but this furniture could be purchased locally. In the mail that was brought to us that day were Kavita's official residency papers with her National security number. Now she was a residency of the country and she was so happy about it. It was strange that night sleeping in a strange house, with all the creaks and sounds. We lay there for quite a while listening to them and slowly we came into an embrace and our bodies seemed to blend into each others as our hands searched each others bodies. Kavita's body had become very familiar to me now and I knew every bump and crevice. Each time was a new experience and I found spots that made her more responsive in the most peculiar places. Soon my hand had slipped between her legs and she had parted them to allow me access to her vagina, and her very sensitive button of pleasure. Kavita now expresses her pleasure in a soft vocal manner and was soon moaning as I caressed her erotic zone. When I slipped two fingers into her vagina she thrust her hips onto them driving them further into her body. "Please Charlie, put it in I need you now," she pleaded. I gently got between her legs and inserted myself into her and we began a slow and easy pumping of our organs until she climaxed not once but twice in quick succession, I soon followed and as usual she locked her legs tightly round me. Somehow deep down I realized that this union was to be an impregnation, there was something about this act that was so different from all the others. I really hoped so for Kavita was eager to have children. We not only got the other rooms furnished but we organized a party and invited all the people who had been so kind to us, we called on Betty's help to get as many of the local people to attend as we could. I was very surprised that so many attended, and that it looked that we had been indeed welcomed into their close knit community. After that we had them calling in as they passed by and when we were out walking we were warmly greeted. Soon the winter weather came and I hadn't realized how cold it gets up here in this part of the country, so our walks became less. Also Kavita was now pregnant by two months when I received a telephone call from London telling me that Kavita's mother was arriving that evening in Inverness from London. "Kavita, We have to urgently go to Inverness, to meet someone from the London flight. Get your warm coat and bring it with you." I told her. Kavita was a bit confused as I don't usually rush and dash like I was doing now but she done as I told her. We quickly got into the car, and soon it was lovely and warm with the heater going. We arrived only five minutes before the London flight arrived and we were at the arrivals gate waiting. I saw her first she looked a rather pathetic older version of Kavita also dressed in a Sari. Kavita spotted her too and the pair just stopped and looked at one another for a few seconds and Kavita run to her and they both hugged and the tears flowed down both their faces. Ruining the slight makeup that Kavita wore. She actually dragged her mother over to me and introduced her to me. "This is Tamara my mother, Mother this is my husband Charlie," she said. In very broken English she thanked me for getting her here, and for marrying her daughter. I saw her admiring Kavita's clothing and it was obvious that Kavita's was of a far better quality than hers. I took a mental note that I would have to get Tamara re outfitted also. When we collected her baggage all she had was a battered old suitcase that felt very light, and this was all her personal effects. They both sat in the back of the car as we drove back home and I could tell when they reached the part of the telling of her sisters death, they had been chatting all this time in Urdu and I knew nothing at all of that language. On arrival home Tamara was truly amazed that her daughter lived in such opulence. She like her daughter had done when I brought her to London walked around running her hand over the furniture surfaces. What it was about kitchens and women but Kavita dragged her mother into ours and you could tell by their facial expressions that they loved the now well equipped area. Kavita then took her mother up to show her bedroom, and no doubt the remainder of upstairs. So I prepared a light snack and tea for us and took it into the lounge by the fire which was burning brightly, not that we needed a fire as the central heating was sufficient, but it was comforting to see an open fire. Immediately they entered the room I knew that Kavita had told her mother about her pregnancy. Tamara came over to me and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. I then had a close look at Tamara and realized that she was only a few years older than I was for I was eight years older than Kavita. I had somehow pictured her as being old, and seeing her coming off the plane I somehow accepted that fact. This was a different situation all together for here was a very virile female in my household, and I could imagine the behind the back remarks that would be going around, or so I thought. It was very late and we all retired for the night. I saw that Kavita had given her mother a bedroom furthest from ours. So Kavita's vocal pleasure sounds shouldn't carry that far. I woke the next morning as usual to my wife's usual remark but I had woken to sounds emitting from the ground floor. I nudged Kavita and asked,"Is your mother an early riser, as I hear someone below darling?" "Yes that will be mother, Ill better get up and see what she is doing." She said getting up and slipping on her house coat and padded down stairs. I got up also and showered, shaved and dressed, then went below. There was the pair of them in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I recognized the sari Tamara was wearing as one of Kavita's so it looks as if she has already thought about her mothers' lack of clothing. In fact they were like two peas in a pod. If I hadn't seen her face I would have mistaken her for Kavita from the back, and that could have been an embarrassment as I sometimes come up behind her and reach round and grab a handful of breast. We were soon all sitting down eating breakfast after Kavita went upstairs showered, dressed and returned. Looking at them both sitting at the table there was no doubt they were mother and daughter. It was only a matter of weeks when I realized that what Mrs. Singh had said was so perfectly true. Asian women do treat their husbands better than European women do, I don't know if this is a good thing or bad but from my point of view it made me appreciate even more, I not only had an Asian wife I had the mother as well and she treated me just as well. Kavita was now settled into her home with all the people she loved in the world around her and a bright future ahead for her intended family.