0 comments/ 58685 views/ 7 favorites Sexual Coaching Ch. 01 By: dan57 Although Kyrhan was old enough to be a grand father and the life expectancy in India was not in the same range as in Western countries but he had still an uncle who was even younger than himself. The reason was simple : his father had had twelve children on a time span of twenty four years. Kyrhan's father was the eldest and Shomeer was the youngest of them all. He was married in Mumbai and had two children. He was the manager of a computer company working for the USA. He had three hundred people in his company and he was relatively wealthy. Kyrhan visited him once a year or Shomeer came to spend a few days in Kyrhan's palace. He had come to Kira's wedding but she had been too intent on the preparation of her marriage, learning the rites she would be expected to perform, that she couldn't even remember his look. Kyrhan had to show her the photographs taken then. On one of them, Shomeer was placing a flower collar around her neck but at that time she was completely out of her mind with the excitation around her. An Indian Maharajah marriage is such a maelstrom of colors, rites anddances than you can easily become dizzy and inebriated with the turmoil. After all, she was marrying for a second time in a foreign country under a false identity in presence of her first husband Dan who was there to give her away and she was about to become bigamous! (read the story Good morning India ch.05 for this turning point event in Kira's life). The first years of their marriage, Kira wasn't able to accompany or receive Shomeer as either she was back in France, her home country and the place where her first husband still lived (and where she still spent roughly a third of her time with him) or she was actively working on the restoration of Kyrhan's (and Shomeer's) familial palace which had been nothing but crumbling ruins when Kira saw it for the first time. There had been just a few rooms in the former women aisle of the palace that could be used to live in. Now it was a luxury hotel with two hundred rooms and Kira still lived in the secluded women aisle, the former harem, with her husband with a mere thirty rooms renovated and a good hundred that were waiting to be taken care of. Kyrhan had recently insisted his wife should pay at least once a visit to his closest family member (apart from the four children (and two more on the way) she had already given her husband at that time). Shomeer was bright, clever and as handsome as many Bollywood film stars. It was surprising that an Indian man like Kyrhan would praise his brother's qualities in presence of his wife but their marriage had from the beginning been rather unusual as he and Dan shared the same wife and often actually shared her in the same bed. Kyrhan had decided that her ass would be strictly reserved for him or to men he would choose, at least when she was in India or wearing Indian clothes such her usual sarees. Dan hadn't tried to infringe on Kyrhan's territory as the prince was so hugely endowed that after he had fucked his wife in any hole, she was able to accommodate someone with a less prominent cock only after one or two weeks at the very minimum. So leaving her cunt for Dan's needs except when he intended to knock her up was a generous treat, marking his consideration toward the French man. The first time Kira discovered Shomeer's mansion, Kira was stupefied by the luxury of the modern building. It was built around a big swimming pool that could be covered by a sun deck at the warmest hours of the day. The windows of the rooms overlooked the swimming pool. And there were just a couple of doors and no windows on the front .of the building in the muslim tradition. Four suites with king size beds wide enough for three people and eight bathrooms allowing his guests to take baths without disturbing their mates although one of the bathrooms attached to each suite was big enough to accommodate easily two persons in the bathtub with plenty of room for active frolicking. Kira noted it while she dropped her jewelry wallet she always carried herself. Since her second marriage, her sexual drive had dramatically improved and she was permanently looking for places where she could fuck, preferably with two well hung and muscled men such as both her husbands although a woman or a young adult could also easily attract her interest. Shomeer had missed them at the airport due to a big traffic jam and he would be there any time soon with his wife. Meanwhile, he had given orders to his staff to welcome his guests. When he arrived, he explained his brother that his children were in the custody of their ayah (nanny) so they would be free to enjoy mutually their presence. Kira had taken the opportunity to take a shower and change in a new embroidered dark red silk saree she had especially bought for the occasion and that enhanced her beauty. She put on a few jewels of Kyrhan's ancestors to honor his brother. She had taken as much efforts as she could to have a perfect make up. After all, she was the wife of the Family's head and had to look her best to honor her husband! When she had finished, she got down to the patio around the swimming pool, just in time to meet Shomeer and his wife Swathri. She was a few years younger than Kira who was about the same age as Shomeer. Swathri was about as buxom as Kira herself and they could easily have exchanged their European style clothes : same height, same measurements 36C/32/36 for just one hundred pounds for Shomeer's wife and 5' 4" for both women. Kira, being four months pregnant had taken a few pounds but Kyrhan judged that she should match normally Swathri's lithe figure. Kyrhan's sister wore also a silk saree but quite differently from his wife. Kira's navel was largely exposed, her saree was bunched very low at the waist, exposing completely her pregnant belly and she had chosen a very tiny choli. It had no back but a web of laces, showing quite clearly that she was braless. In opposition, Swathri was wearing a fully covering choli and her saree was leaving only a small surface of bare flesh on her back. It was as demure as Kira's outfit was wanton. The difference between both women was staggering and Kyrhan thought that his sister in law was either inordinately prudish or her faith bordered to bigotry. He had instilled patiently in Kira's mind the rudiments of his religion but he had never wandered on the path of fanaticism, something completely alien to his ideals of non violence, respect to other people's beliefs as long as they didn't try to force him or anyone to adhere to their own way of life But respect to Swathri's customs apparently came into opposition with what he thought was his brother's personal happiness. The couple seemed quite far from what was the usual image of a happily married family. Neither of them smiled and there had been no sweet gestures between them while Kyrhan and his wife exchanged so many little tokens of their bonding, helping her out of the deep armchair where she had sat, opening doors for her. After all, they were in a family's home and were not restrained from physical contact as if they had been with strangers. He really had to do something for his brother but he needed to know what his brother's intimate wishes were. It was difficult to probe the subject himself directly but he was sure that Kira was shrewd enough for that delicate mission and she had so many good and beautiful arguments to present. . . When they were back in their bedroom late in the evening, Kyrhan took his wife lovingly in his arms. He decided to jump on the subject and not try to fiddle around. - Uhh, darling, when I just look at that poor Swathri, I just appreciate even more the gift the Gods offered me when I saw you for the first time chatting with my niece Ranu in the lobby of my hotel. - But your sister has such a lovely body and she is younger than myself. - Yes, by six years from what my brother told me but just have a look in that mirror : you look ten years younger than her and so much sexier that she is like a dark spot in a sun drenched room when you are together. - Don't overplay our differences. - Be sure I don't exaggerate at all. My brother opened wide eyes when he saw you. I know that they have marital problems together. It was one of the reasons why I wanted you to come along. You have been my best counselor and you've helped me out of problems so many times I lost count! - Do you think I may really be of help? - Yes, definitely. I would like you to probe my brother's real intentions. Would he be offended if I really try to lure his wife into a more interesting way of life?. - Are you planning to seduce her? - If I can help my brother and his wife that way, why not? But I'll need you to seduce my brother as a first step! - Should I go all the way with him? - If you imply fucking him while I entertain my sister elsewhere, yes definitely! The ultimate achievement would be a hot partner sharing night with the four of us in the same bedroom before the end of our stay here. After that, they could find their way alone : they're grown up people after all! - You realize that they may wish to come and visit us afterwards and they would like to continue this wife sharing plot? - Why limit yourself to wife sharing? You're not that shy with Leena and Preeti when they're with us and I don't forget Dan! Kyrhan looked queryingly to his wife. She seemed to weight the implications of her husband's new demand. Gradually, her face brightened and a smile appeared on her lips : - So you think that I'm still sexy enough to seduce your brother you told me yourself that he could have been a star in Bollywood. - That's plain evidence. Most of my colleagues in the government or my friends in the parliament would give their eye teeth to put their hands into your knickers. - Eye teeth? I didn't know that expression and your friends would be very disappointed if they knew I never wear panties even under the most formal sarees. - I'm pretty sure they would be surprised but not disappointed at all! - You are very gracious! OK, I will try to seduce your brother but remember it'll be just to obey my husband's wishes as befits a dutiful wife! - Don't kid me : you are always delighted teasing any man or woman until they start to awaken! - I confess you're right, darling! So the next day, Kyrhan asked Swathri to show him some of the best saree shops in the city to offer a few to his wife who boasted having one of the widest collection in India.. Kira pretended a light indisposition to skip the outing. As soon as they had left, Kira climbed down to the main rooms on the ground floor. She found Shomeer sitting at a desk in the sitting room. He was reading the newspaper. He lifted his eye brows when he heard Kira entering the room. He opened his mouth to greet her and stopped in his movement. His lower jaw felt suddenly paralyzed. The figure in front of his eyes was simply stupendous. Kira, as she was obviously her who had centered all the attention of her brother had, for this occasion, abandoned her usual saree for a gold ghagra. This garment is draped around the waist, more like European gowns as it's very close fitting. It's worn with a matching choli. It was the tiniest Shomeer had ever seen. Kira could have worn her ghagra quite discreetly as Swathri did usually but oppositely she was wearing it even more lewdly than she wore her sarees. The fabric seemed to be glued to her body, showing off every curve and wobbling deliciously when she walked toward Shomeer. He could see her hips swaying invitingly, her thighs moving under the cloth, her knees pushing alternately the skirt forward. There was an overlap at the lowest part of her ghagra where he could have glimpses of the stilettos she was wearing. A feeling of suffocation made him remember to breathe. The waist and her belly which was beginning to bulge out were totally displayed in the most attractive way. He could see the muscles of her belly bulging and dancing as she was walking toward him. He tried to swallow his saliva and discovered that his mouth was as dry as the Deccan plateau (a desert zone in the center of southern India). Shomeer had terrible difficulties to lift his eyes from her ghagra to her choli. The garment was even more tight and flimsy than what he had ever seen on some underground magazines. He could delineate precisely her aureolas, her nipples but he couldn't see any traces of a bra. Ganesh! Was it possible she wasn't wearing any? Swathri was usually wearing old fashioned fully covering bras that didn't allow the least swaying or wobbling like a steel armour. Kira's breasts were joyfully dancing in her choli, taunting him at every step. Gods! She was his eldest brother's wife, she should be nearly sacred to him and he was harboring so many lewd thoughts that he was reeling from the impact of what he saw before his eyes. She must be a devil trying to taunt him out of the proper behavior that his wife had imposed on him since their marriage. Kyrhan's brother had not seen his wife naked. Whenever they made love, it was in the most complete dark. Swathri just bunched up her fully covering nightie to her waist and opened her legs to let him approach her. She didn't allow him to touch, kiss or caress her. Shomeer was there just to copulate with her and never try to find pleasure there. It was funny to find such a psychotic woman in a country where the Kamasutra has been written. Swathri should have been born in another civilization, in Victorian England (although some of Shomeer's historical books hinted that the actual life of an English woman at that time was more adventurous than that) but it happened that Shomeer loved his wife. Kira greeted her brother, pretending that her headaches had disappeared just with an aspirin pill and she felt now quite well. She proposed Shomeer to continue to chat on the edge of the swimming pool. He agreed and let her precede him. It was a big mistake : he had already seen Kira's front figure but her back figure was by far even more luxurious. Her ass cheeks were tightly enveloped by the clinging fabric and every muscle of her thighs and posterior were dancing just in front of him. His cock which had become taut and erect was now hurting him terribly. It needed immediate release and poor Swathri was quite far from being able to give him the release it requested. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and making his hands sticky. He was clearly about to lose control completely. He was seriously considering raping Kira on the tiles at the edge of the swimming pool, or even in water. . . Kira stopped dead when she arrived to the wooden table near the swimming pool. Shomeer who was following ever closer and closer bumped into her back. She didn't emit even a whisper of protest, a clear sign that their contact had been fully voluntary. Kira felt his hard cock punching into her ass as if it wanted to get through his dhoti and her ghagra. Instead of trying to avoid that almost sexual contact, Kira pushed back shamelessly, letting his shaft trying to drill a hole through her garments. She half turned toward Kyrhan's brother and caressed slowly his cheek with the back of her hand. She closed her eyes and opened slightly her mouth, offering her lips shamelessly. Shomeer's hear was in a frenzy, about to burst. He wasn't able to think clearly. His blood was reaching the boiling temperature. He bent forward and his lips found her wet and torrid mouth. Their hot kiss was so mind blowing that it may have equaled in intensity those of Marc Antony and Cleopatra. Kira turned completely to face Shomeer. He took her in his arms and hugged her as a baby clinging to his mother although their contact was purely sexual. They resumed their lingering kiss. They parted just for a second to breathe a few molecules of fresh air. Kira helped him out of his dhoti. Shomeer quaked as he clumsily undid Kira's ghagra and choli. It was the first time since his marriage that he held a naked woman in the full day and it was not some common Dalit servant or a prostitute but his sister, the wife of his eldest brother, the princess of their family's palace and she was offering herself to him in such a shameless way! When he peeled away the ghagra, he discovered another detail he had never envisioned : Kira's cunt was deprived of any knickers. It could have been a treat for him but Kira's pussy was also perfectly shaven. There were no traces of the least hair. It reminded him of young girl pussies he had seen when he was just five years old but this one was plumper, completely open, very wet and certainly quite ready for him. He helped Kira on the tiles with just a towel under her. She smiled to him in an encouraging way and, looking straight into his eyes parted her thighs to offer herself completely. He wanted to penetrate her immediately as he was always doing with his wife but she stopped him with just her hand on his shoulder. - Later, Shomeer! Now I would like you to kiss and fondle my pussy! Ganesh! Kira was even more experienced than he had expected from her way of teasing him. He was now walking in unknown ground and felt like an adolescent ready to fuck a woman for the first time in his life. He couldn't have dreamed of a better mentor. She was careful to teach him everything he would need to give pleasure to a woman, any woman in fact, even his own wife. Normally, it would have been his task to teach it to his wife but both were virgins when they got married and Swathri's unusually shy upbringing had completely blocked their sexual development. Under Kira's guidance, Shomeer was trying his best to complete his education really fast! When he touched her cunt lips with his mouth, he could discover the soft touch of her perfectly shaven skin, the inebriating fragrance of her very wet cunt mixed with some delicate floral perfume. Kira encouraged him to lick her cunt that was oozing fluids. The first taste was intoxicating : it was like some nectar a god would have brewed. He began to lick feverishly. Sometimes, his nose came in contact with a tiny bud he had never supposed the existence on the top of her slit. Each time he touched it, Kira moaned more and more urgently. He inquired whether she liked that intimate caress. Kira took several minutes before she understood that he had not known what a clit was! Damn! Was she there to educate a teenager or a man of forty years with a wife and a few children! She wondered what Shomeer and his wife were doing when they were alone in their bed. Clearly they had never even opened the Kama Sutra! Initiating a grown up man would be an unusual task for her. She was pretty sure that Kyrhan would enjoy educating Swathri. She would be like a virgin in his hands. Maybe she could give him a helping hand in that job! Kira explained her brother how to suck and fondle her clit and finger fuck her. He was a very eager pupil. When she cummed quite hard at last, she felt it was the proper time to introduce him to another delightful sexual rite : a fellatio! With the inexperience of Shomeer, she was quite sure that Swathri had never even imagined blowing him up. It was her brother in law's turn to moan and groan as his cock was sucked, caressed and swallowed to the hilt. Shomeer was just a little less well endowed than her brother but it may be the result of insufficient stimulation. It may grow somewhat with regular use for their mutual delight. He took her head in his hands when he coated her throat with ropes and ropes of his delicious jizzm. Phewww! His cum was more abundant than Kyrhan's! He may have been deprived of sexual contacts for weeks if not months to cum so much. The taste of his sperm was simply marvelous : slightly nutty and lightly salted, a trade mark of the Singh family it seemed! She decided she would do her best to drain him completely. Sexual Coaching Ch. 02 (Kheira had totally succeeded in her task of seducing Shomeer, Kyrhan's brother. In fact he was now ready to actively cooperate in the taming of his pretty but rather frigid wife Swathri) Kira had just drunk the fortifying potion her sister had prepared for her. Shomeer had volunteered to remain with her to watch out for any needs from her. Kyrhan and Swathri went downstairs in the lobby. - Thank you for taking so much care with my wife, Swathri. I think she is tired from the travel. - No problem, Prince. It's always a pleasure to help your very pretty princess. Just. . . - Just? - Does she always wear such revealing outfit? I would have thought it's not proper for the wife of a Maharajah! - Sorry but I don't agree at all with you! The prime task for a wife is to bring her husband the solace he needs, to help him at any time! - Granted as long as her behavior is still proper. Wearing her saree in such a. . . wanton way is so shameful for you. - I can assure you that she always wear her sarees that way and even the Prime Minister really enjoys chatting with her at receptions! She is invited to all the formal meetings, even if I'm far away on some mission. I would even think that I've kept my mandate since our wedding, thanks to her. When we formally receive prime ministers, chiefs of states and such male persons, she is often placed by protocol near the center of the group, to the left of the prime minister. The visitor's gaze is alxays centered on her! - I was sure of it with so many corrupt ministers in the government. The BJP at least. . . - Sorry again not to agree with you : we haven't have had big corruption affairs since I'm in this government and Kira personally recently took a center part in exposing a smaller scam (read the story Under cover agent). - So the attitude of your wife doesn't upset you? - Never! Everything she does is with my complete ascent! Isn't it the same with you and my brother? - Oh no, I had to take him on a tight leash otherwise he could have walked in the same direction as your errant wife! - In that case, you should sit in this armchair and explain me your views, I'll prepare a drink of my secret composition. You'll tell me what you think of it! - Don't put too much alcohol in it. I don't want to be tipsy! Kyrhan served her a small glass of Orange juice with Vodka and some sugar to mask the alcohol taste. Orange Vodka mixture is terrible as it can be drunk like simple orange juice and you don't notice when you're drunk until you try to stand up. When Kyrhan proposed her a second glass, more highly dosed in Vodka, she sipped it as easily as the first one. After the third glass, Swathri was quietly snoring on her armchair. Kyrhan could have easily fucked her but it would have been a shameful rape. He wanted his sister to offer herself to him while being completely lucid. From their previous discussion, Kyrhan had gathered that she never touched what she called her private parts, her cunt, ass and breasts. She didn't even rub or wiped them when she showered. It had given him an idea : he pushed up the hem of her saree and her petticoat, pulled down her knickers a little bit, just enough to insert in her cunt a tiny vibrating egg with a remote he kept in his bag. He hastily rearranged Swathri's clothes and let her sleep. Her light drunkenness was soon forgotten. It had been due to her rarely drinking alcohols. She may feel somewhat stuffed in her cunt but her shyness would prevent her to probe her cunt. When Kyrhan saw that his sister was awake, he switched on the vibrator on the lowest setting. The vibration was almost too low to be really felt but Swathri's unseasoned cunt was more sensitive than most. She moaned in anguish, feeling her innards rocked by some unusual feeling. Ganesh, she might be ill! She writhed on her armchair while continuing to discuss with Kyrhan. Gradually Kyrhan increased the intensity to the second setting. The first waves of mild pleasure reached Swathri's mind. God! This unusual feeling was getting stronger by minutes. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, she felt warmth in her whole lower belly which had become heavy as if she was pregnant. Her nipples were also itching. Her mind was reeling with confusion. She had to inquire with Kyrhan! - Kyrhan, Is there something wrong with me? I feel some unusual reactions in my body! - I don't see anything unusual! I will touch your forehead to see if you have fever. He took the opportunity to push the remote to the third setting (There were five). Swathri began to pant breathlessly. - No your forehead is quite cool but your cheeks are rosy. You should go and take some rest. - Don't you think that I should go to the hospital? - Not at all. You don't seem ill at all! - But what about these unusual sensations? - If you'd be my wife Kira, I would say that you want to be fucked! - Oh Kyrhan, don't be so gross with me! - Let me help you to your bed. I'll call for your husband as soon as you're safely in bed. Kyrhan took her in his powerful arms and lifted her as if her weight was negligible. he had kept the remote in his hand. When he opened the door of her bedroom he switched the vibrator to maximum power. When he laid her down on her bed, she was already in the throes of a powerful climax. It must have been a terrible experience for someone who had never enjoyed this kind of pleasure. Swathri began to blubber incoherently : - Kyrhan, please, don't leave me alone. I want. . . I need you at my side. . . Kkiss me, Fuck meee. . . but remain with meee. I beg you! The vibrator could be heard buzzing in her cunt but she didn't even try to probe her pussy with a finger. She had a shattering climax while still held in Kyrhan's arms. When she felt the onset of that climax she felt like screaming as loud as she could. There was only one solution for her : she gagged herself by pressing her lips against Kyrhan's. He was waiting for that move and his tongue instantly darted forward to explore her mouth. She wanted to push back Kyrhan but another wave of pleasure pushed her back into his arms. She was completely dizzy with the sensations and they made her totally deprived of any will. Kyrhan pushed his advantage. - Swathri you're hiding yourself quite well. I wouldn't have thought you so hot! If you want us to continue, it would be time to take off your clothes, don't you think so? - My, My! But I've never slept nude even with my husband! - Rubbish! When Kira is in my bed, I wouldn't tolerate her to wear any clothes. We"re there to satisfy one another and any garment is getting on our way. - As you want! Ohh, I've that strange grip in my belly again. It's so strange : strong but not painful. It makes my head swirl. Ohh! Again! It's too much. . . Swathri had half fainted. It was the optimum movement to pull out the vibrating egg, drawing it with the string attached that was hanging from her cunt. In the same movement, Kyrhan replaced the egg with his huge cock. Swathri's cunt was so much filled with love juices that his cock entered her pussy to the hilt before she had emerged from her faint. She woke up when he began to pound her cervix with hard strokes. This energetic treatment gave immediate results as she began another climb toward a screaming climax. Just this time, it wasn't the vibrator which was the driving force but the huge cock of her brother. For her the difference was not so important at the beginning but it was different when she felt wads after wads of sticky cum covering her vaginal walls and her cervix. Swathri immediately fell into a deep sleep with dreams filled by horny stallions fucking equally horny girls. Just all the girls had her face and stallions had alternatingly the face of Kyrhan and of Shomeer. Kyrhan was on his back, his still hard cock deeply embedded in her cunt. He didn't try to disengage. To the contrary, he penetrated her as far as he could. When she woke up, he was still deep inside her. Without delay, he made her dance on the tip of his cock again for their mutual enjoyment. - Oh Ganesh, what've we done, Kyrhan! It's so wrong! - What are you speaking off? What is wrong? - We've betrayed our marital vows. Our families will disown us! - Rubbish! You just won't tell them our latest exploits! - But they'll know! they'll see the changes : we're guilty! - There's a point where you may be right. If we're to become lovers, I would want you in the same type of outfit you've seen worn by Kira. - Oh no! It's so slutty! - You'll just have to wear it in a sluttier way! I don't want to see you any more in these fully covering cholis. I want to see your navel beautifully displayed and as much belly skin as possible. You won't hide your beauty behind your saree any more, my sister! - But what will I tell to Shomeer. - Just the plain truth : you've felt a sudden terrible sexual need for me you weren't able to refrain. - Ganesh! Shall I leave my husband to go with you? - Why? Don't you love poor old Shomeer any more? - Oh no! I still love him but he'll divorce me as soon as he'll know. - I doubt he will. I know that he'd like you to behave as sexily as Kira and not like someone like my grand mother in her old age! You just have to remember wearing outfits for his benefit not to suit your parents' wishes. - But they will no more come to visit me! - If they are that stupid, it'll be their loss, not yours! Being happy with your husband is the ultimate reward, don't you think so! - You may be right but there will be so many obstacles. - I'll try to get rid of most of them. We'll begin tomorrow morning. - But my husband? I must go to sleep with him! - I think he has other concerns : listen! They could hear in the distance a long ululating scream emitted by a woman's voice. It was coming certainly from Kira's throat and had a triumphantly sexual undertone! She was really enjoying what ever was being done to her!!! - It seems that your fortifying potion is a real success! - You really don't seem pissed! - Why should I be? I'm glad she is enjoying being with my brother. I'm planning to really enjoy fucking you! Kyrhan leaned over Swathri and began to explore her with his large hands and soft tongue. God, she loved when he manhandled her around. She felt like a doll in his hands and it was a very enjoyable feeling. He grabbed her hands and locked them on the top of her head and began to suck at her tits, running his tongue over the soft, sensitive nipples. He licked the undersides of her tits. He really knew how to fondle a breast with his hot, wet mouth. He covered with his hands, lips and tongue her proud breasts, her swollen nipples, her luscious hair, her flat muscled belly, and her hard, round ass cheeks. He had to admit that she was just a little less pretty than Kira. If, only, she could abandon that perpetual haughty smirk, he could pair her with his wife and the team would center everybody's attention on a beach, a dancing floor or when he would exhibit them to his friends. Kyrhan moved down her soft, tight belly and kissed her tender and soft cunt. Unlike his wife, this one had kept a very thick fur. That was something, he couldn't let her keep. Fortunately he had everything that was needed to shave her. As soon as possible, he would take her to the beauty parlor to have her properly depilated, cunt, ass and armpits. His brother would thank him when he would discover the soft skin of her definitively bare cunt! For the time being, he carefully parted her intimate bush, inhaling the exciting fragrance of her excited and very wet sex. He nibbled her breasts with his teeth until she moaned in pain, but she made not the tiniest move to escape his invading tongue. Then his tongue run along her perineum until it reached her asshole. He fingered it open and ran his tongue up inside her, loving the incredible tightness of her anus. From what he had discovered so far, that hole had never been claimed. It was a public shame that asked for an immediate treatment. Swathri wouldn't be allowed to sleep one more night with still her intimate fur on and her ass cherry. Next morning, he would continue his lessons but this time with a fully grown up woman, not an immature girl. He stood up suddenly and went into the bathroom. He came back with his shaving tools, soap and razor. Swathri opened her eyes and pushed her breasts up when she lent on her elbows to discover what he was doing. He was already lathering profusely her cunt. She immediately understood his intents but she limited herself to oral objections. - Kyrhan, Ganesh, you. . . you want to shave me down there! Oh my god! My mother has always told me that only prostitutes shaved their cunt! - Your mother may be right. I'm shaving you and before I go back home, I will take you to the beauty parlor and have your cunt, ass hole and armpits definitively shaven. Any objections? - As nobody except you and my husband will ever see my cunt naked, you may do as you want. - Sorry to disappoint you once more but you can consider yourself from now on as one of the members of my personal harem. You'll regularly come to visit me and Kira. I'll often fuck you but I may offer you to one of my friends for the night or have you fucked in public by one, two or three men or more as a show to entertain my guests. - But my husband? - Don't be so upset : another of my girlfriends will entertain him while you're occupied and you'll be so quite often! - But I'm married. I can't belong to your harem! - Nearly all of them are married and their husbands are quite happy with it! - Ganesh! You. . . you're a dirty pervert! Swathri didn't see too much scandalized by what she called Kyrhan's perversion as, when he asked her to do it, she obediently parted her thighs to give him more leeway. In a quarter of an hour, Kyrhan had given his sister a perfectly smooth cunt skin. He forced her to caress her cunt to discover the hairless surface, as smooth as it had been when she was just ten! He spent a long time exploring with his mouth the beautiful young woman's cunt, his hands caressing slowly her breasts, his fingers pulling gently on her thrusting nipples. He could feel every muscle of her belly tense under his tongue. She was trembling under his mouth. Swathri discovered she was relishing his caresses, his kisses and that she was impatient to feel again his huge cock entering her cunt. She surprised herself when she took his cock in one hand and began to frig him as fervently as she could while his other hand was caressing his balls. She was eager to feel his cock stretching wide her cunt walls. Ganesh, she had become such a slut. Her mother would never again acknowledge she was her daughter! Kyrhan felt the same desire but it wasn't enough to make him change his planning. His next objective was the defloration of her anal passage. It may be difficult as opening a woman's back passage at forty often hurts even if it's accomplished as smoothly as it should be. He made her on her four. He slowly inserted a soapy finger into her arse. He knelt behind her and started finger fucking her ass hole. When her arse began to relax and his movements became easier, he doubled the fingers inside her. Kyrhan knew she was close to her orgasm, so he took her clit between his teeth and lightly nibbled at it. He circled her clit with his tongue then plunging it into her cunt. She screamed when her climax flooded her. Swathri was wailing like a cat in heat, as Kyrhan plunged it up her arse in one movement. He had stretched it as far as it would go but the last inch in diameter could be won only by sheer force or dilatation with an inflatable dido he had not with him. He humped forward several times penetrating by a couple inches each time. She was screaming at the sudden intrusion of her anal canal, but she was so much aroused that she never tried to evade the searing pain and even tried to hump back. With such good will, the outcome was pretty sure : he plunged to the hilt in her arse and at the same moment, she was wracked by another spectacular orgasm. Her scream must have drawn the attention of Kira and her partner as groans, moans and screams coming from the other bed room ceased for a moment. After a few minutes, they resumed. Kyrhan smiled to Swathri and began the eternal see saw motion as he fucked her anal ring. Swathri finally pleaded him to stop : her ass hole was on fire. She couldn't stand it any more. Kyrhan laughed benevolently : - Rubbish, my dear sister. The most difficult is behind us. Your complaints come from belated regrets, not actual pain; I think. Besides, how exactly do you intend to stop me? - It's just that I don't want to become your fuck toy and after you have left me anybody's toy. I've been warned against it by my parents! - For once, try to think by yourself! Don't tell me you didn't enjoy what we've done together! - You're right but. . . - You should enjoy also the rest of our night and the coming days as well. Kyrhan resumed his pistoning of her overstretched ass hole. While they were chatting, Swathri's ass had gradually loosened to accommodate its inordinately huge visitor. Kyrhan was now able to move his shaft in the newly welcoming sheath he had drilled open. He knew that he had done the most important job there and the next men who would probe her back passage would really enjoy their journey into her bowels. Her stretched out hole would remain dilated just enough to accommodate quite delightfully any cock and sufficiently tight to provide the most pleasant friction. And Swathri would soon discover it was also very enjoyable for herself. Kyrhan had now reached the point of no return and he increased even more his tempo. Swathri was panting madlessly and emitted piercing screams whenever he pushed himself into her to the hilt. She had passed the limit of pain and was relishing every second of what she should have thought a terrible ordeal and finally was a long dive into forbidden but very pleasant territories. Kyrhan reached for her clit bud and began to rub it in rhythm with his assaults. She responded by continuous screams of delight. They cummed together at the very same instant. They were now exhausted and fell into sleep with Kyrhan still deeply embedded in her ass. Two hours later, he had finally shranck out of her ass hole as she turned on the bed. Kyrhan was instantly awake. He had taken from Kira's wallet a big ass plug he used from time to time to make his wife keep inside the wads of cum he had filled her with. He slowly inserted it into her ass hole. Swathri moaned in her sleep but didn't wake up. She was really getting accustomed to be fucked hard even in her sleep. Kyrhan resumed his quiet sleep, sure that Swathri would be nearly completely tamed on the next morning. At 7 AM, Swathri woke up. She was curled in Kyrhan's arms and she relished the warmth that surrounded her when she realized that it was not her husband who was holding her and even more amazing for her, she never had slept in the arms of any man. Her moves had attracted her brother's attention and he kissed her lips tenderly. For some reason, she opened her mouth to a very exciting French kiss. She just wondered the strange feelings emanating from her ass. It felt stuffed up but she could see her partner's cock and hands. When Kyrhan began to kiss up her body, she realized she was naked in his arms and the window shutters hadn't been closed, two other first times for her. He slowly approached his cock to her sopping wet hole. He pressed the huge head of his cock against her hot pussy for an instant without pushing in. They could feel the fire in each other's body, and they both began to moan in bliss as he finally pushed his cock inside her belly. Her wet lips popped open to give him total access. The sensation, Kyrhan thought, was like entering a warm, liquid silk sheath, and he had to be very careful not to spew his jizzm. He slowly fucked his thick cock into Swathri's tight, hot and very wet cunt. Sexual Coaching Ch. 03 Six weeks later, Shomeer and his wife Swathri arrived at New Delhi airport. They had been invited by Kyrhan on a suggestion from Kira. She was there to welcome them, just arrived from France three days before. She was now nearly five months pregnant from twins, as usual, and thus she looked as if she was about to give birth. - Oh Kira! You shouldn't have bothered coming to fetch us. You should rest as much as possible in your state! - Rubbish as Kyrhan says now frequently : I'm due in four months! With my twins, I'll be really big then! I'm accustomed to it, now, remember! How was the flight? - Perfect, just my problems of morning sickness. - Ah yes, congratulations. I never had thought that I would be again an aunt! - Why not? I'm still of age to bear babies. Shomeer told me to stop taking contraceptive pills just after your departure. Since your visit, he has become quite horny : we fuck on every occasion we have : morning, noon, afternoon, evening, night and often two times in a row. My mother has nearly stopped visiting us as we are always holding hands or retiring for a quickie. She can't understand why we are like newlyweds again. She finds it disgusting, pervert and decadent. After she got thirty, she moved to a separate bedroom and she never wanted to have intercourse with my father any more! - Umphh! No wonder you were so touchy! I pity your poor father. - Yes, There's no way I could repay you for what you've done for me, for us! - Knowing that my brother and his wife are happy together is a sufficient reward for me! - I know, but it's not sufficient in our view. We want to do more. For the coming week, we have decided to strictly follow the indications from you and Kyrhan. Order and we'll obey! - Good! For the time being just know that we have a few friends at home : Dan has returned from France with me and my American friends Sunita and her husband John are paying us a visit. Ah, John is younger than his wife, don't make a mistake! - Is she another member of the famed Kyrhan's harem? - For sure. Sunita is the Indian name Kyrhan has given her. Her official name is Sabrina. She has posted an official demand to have her name changed but it takes a long time. - Shall I have my name changed too? - No, yours sounds quite Indian for sure! As a new member of the harem, you'll have a room with your name on the door. You may have it repainted to your taste. Shomeer will sleep there if he isn't invited by one of the girls. If Kyrhan is occupied with one of the girls and wants to be alone with her, which is not very frequent, I may end up occasionally there. They left the airport in Kira's car. The travel time was roughly two hours given the heavy traffic with so many drivers' weird ideas on traffic in India. Swathri and her husband had sat on the back bench. Kira after some time heard unusual noises coming from the back of the car. She turned and discovered that Shomeer had his hand pushed very far under his wife's saree and the other one was toying with her tits under her choli. Swathri's knickers were lying on the carpet. Her head was bent backward and she was moaning and panting. - Shomeer! Swathri! If you had asked me, we could have looked for a less public place! Any truck driver could see you! Her reprieving tone was hiding some excitation : Her sister seemed to have changed completely from a frigid uptight bigot to an hot and lusty chick in less than two months. She felt very proud of having been the spark that had reignited the fire between them. But watching them in the rear view mirror had ignited a fire in Kira's loins too. She had to find a release. She stopped under a mango tree. - Shomeer! Would you be kind enough to drive the car? You have your driving licence and not Swathri! - She has decided to learn but it's OK for me! So Kira finally was on the back seat with her sister who had been about to cum and had been interrupted just before. Kira placed her left hand on Swathri's knee, above her saree. Her sister in law didn't try to push her away nor escape her hand. Kira slowly snaked her hand under the filmy saree with still no reaction. She got emboldened and her hand found its way under Swathri's petticoat until it reached her smooth shaven cunt. - Good! You've kept your pussy devoid of any hair. Kyrhan will be pleased. - Now it has been laser depilated. It was somewhat painful, like a sun burn but it'll never grow back! Kira began to caress Swathri's undefended cunt. She was basically straight but when a woman and a beautiful one on that occasion allowed her to frig her pretty cunt, she was ready to infringe on Kyrhan's territory. That didn't make her strictly speaking a bi as she would never try to seduce another girl on her own in the palace hotel, for example. - Shomeer, try to watch the road ahead and don't focus on what we're doing. When I've finished, I'll try to give you some release too! - Go on, Kira, I'm ready to wait some time! Kira closed the curtains, isolating the back seat from outside view but letting Shomeer follow what occurred in the back of the car. She covered Swathri's lips with her own. She pinched her sister's right nipple, eliciting a scream of pain. The bra was hampering her moves, so she calmly unhooked it and pushed it back, offering Swathri's breasts to her avid mouth. She plunged immediately when they were in range. Her sister in law took her breasts in her hands and made them pointing forward, offering them to Kira's mouth. - Bunch your saree and petticoat up to your waist. Do not sit on your saree. I want your ass directly on the bench and push it forward so that your cunt is just at the edge of the seat. I want to eat you. Swathri complied hastily and parted her knees as wide as she could to open herself to Kira. The princess unhooked her security belt and slid down to the floor on her knees. Her mouth covered Swathri's twat and her tongue formed into a cone that penetrated her pussy. Her sister moaned in delight. From time to time, Kira pulled out of her pussy to deliciously lick her clit. Swathri then groaned and screamed to encourage her. She then lifted her ass from the bench. After a prolonged lick that sent her almost standing for a couple of minutes, she had the surprise of feeling something probing around her ass hole. She bent down and discovered Kira's left fist with the thumb pointing up already fully inserted into her arse. Having simultaneously her cunt, clit and ass stimulated, deliciously rubbed and deeply penetrated by a hard unyielding shaft was just too much for her. She cummed exquisitely in Kira's arms and fainted. Kira sat back at her place and told Shomeer. - Your wife tastes delicious and the love juices flow out of her cunt like rivulets. She is very, very hot, now. Congratulations! Now try to find some place quiet. You must be very hard and excited. I'll take care of you unless you would have rather your wife relieve you or both of us? Who are you choosing? - Presented that way, any man would reply that he prefers to be serviced by two of the prettiest women he knows. - Flatterer! Your wishes will be fulfilled. Look to the left! That no through road up the hill to a communication tower seems deserted! It may be just what we were looking for! Shomeer stopped the car and opened the rear door. He grabbed Kira and positioned her on her belly on the back bench with her back toward him. He freed rapidly his cock and presented it to her pussy lips. - Fuck me, Shomeer! Ohhh yes! Arghhh uhhh oh Ganesh uhhh ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes, harder, I beg you! Kira climaxed and her brother screamed as he skewered her deeply and forcibly, his cock throbbing within her. It felt like a searing white-hot iron bar inside her. Kira's buttocks danced and writhed desperately trying to keep him in her deliquescent cunt. She sank back on her bench, angling her back impossibly and making her buttocks still more prominent. She cummed with a roaring scream. Shomeer quietly slid out of her cunt. - Now, it's your turn, my lovely wife. I'll use your little ass, bitch! - Oh yes, yes, my Lord and Master. I'm your servant! Kira left them the car back bench. Swathri reached back to part her buttocks and offer him the way to her ass hole. When he saw her already gaping hole, Shomeer laughed. He had a passing thought that three months before, he would never have imagined being about to bugger Swathri in the open on the back seat of his car with someone (and even less the proud princess Kira) watching them very closely. Life can have such unexpected U turns! Her ass hole was beaconing to him but he wanted his wife to surrender more completely, to beg for being ass fucked. - Open your ass wide for my cock! Swathri smiled and obeyed, her shoulders still on the ground, her face turned toward Kira just a few inches afar. Her arms were desperately pulling her buttocks open and shamelessly offering him her anus. - Kira, use your saliva to moisten her arse. Otherwise, it will be too painful for her! Kira spit several times on the offered puckered hole and used her finger to ease some of the gooey inside her. - Now I'll stuff your asshole with my prick, like a thanksgiving turkey! Swathri's hips squirmed in delirious anticipation under his hand. He grinned, forced forward and thrust his cock between her buttocks. She screamed loudly as her ass hole yielded to her husband's relentless strokes. She was still holding her buttocks open with her hands. Shomeer was pressing the tip of his cock just aninch inside her anal opening. - There, push it there, bugger me, at last! Kira turned on the bench, put her legs on both sides of Swathri's body. Her saree was bunched quite high and her cunt was totally available, just two inches from Swathri's mouth. She slid her twat toward her sister. - Maybe you could eat me while your husband is buggering you, dear! - Swathri was quite keen to help her sister. After all, she had promised to obey her every orders, hadn't she? Meanwhile, Shomeer was pushing forward to enter Swathri's ass hole. Kira's saliva helped a lot. The young woman opened her mouth wide with a grin of pain, pleasure and joy intimately mixed. She finally screamed quite loud. Shomeer pushed her face back on Kira's cunt to remind her of her actual duties and silence her. He let her a few seconds discover how far she had been stretched out. - Come on, darling, I want you to take it all. Remember that in an hour, you'll be in Kyrhan's arms and he has a crush on pretty girls' bottoms. I'll be forbidden to use your ass hole for our whole stay! Swathri didn't answer but she arched her back, gripped her buttocks and pulled them even wider apart. She moaned softly and she thrusted back to impale herself faster and deeper. Her anal sphincter was giving way slowly. It had been quite sufficiently reamed by Kyrhan and then by Shomeer and he could have accommodated quite easily the huge cock of her husband but she was doing her best to give him the most pleasant sensations she could. It felt as if he was taking her anal cherry once more and it was delightful for both of them. She had discovered when she had experimented with him that she had complete control over her sphincters. Shomeer enjoyed now every day being massaged and milked either by her cunt or ass muscles. She couldn't wait to show Kyrhan this new ability. The process was also very enjoyable for her. She was moaning and writhing under his ministrations. His cock was gaining inch after inch until it was buried to the hilt in her back passage. Her anal sphincter spasmed repeatedly around his cock. He began to move in her ass, gathering progressively speed, slowly withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside her and immediately plunging straight into her ass hole. Swathri was screaming in delight at each inward stroke and moaning in frustration each time he withdrew. She never stopped pushing her tongue deep inside Kira's twat while her husband was ramming his cock into her. Kyrhan had taught him that a good lover should see that his partner cummed as much as possible, each time she was fucked. A good ass fucking was very entertaining for both of them but some vaginal and clit stimulation would certainly help his wife a lot. He slid two fingers into her cunt and pushed his thumb forward to massage her clit in the same movement. She gasped from these new sensations. He climaxed deep in her bowels. Instinctively, he grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them very hard. The pain associated with his convulsive jerks and thrusts were sufficient to push her over the edge. She cummed as violently as he had, a second before. His fingers still embedded into her cunt were covered with rich, fragrant dew while the last spurts of his jizzm spurted into her ass hole. When they left the parking place, Kira and Swathri were back on the back seat but they were in an undignified pose as they had not put on any undies or petticoat. There was just a thread around their waists to hold the sarees. Their petticoats had been laid on the seats under their buttocks to absorb the cum oozing from their cunts and ass holes. Kira didn't want to soil the white leather upholstery of her new car! The three of them had black rings around their eyes, revealing their sexual activities in the afternoon. Kira discreetly put on dark sun glasses to conceal them to the hotel staff. Kyrhan was waiting for them. She took off her sun glasses to kiss him on the lips as soon as they were alone. Watching them indulging in such openly physical contact would have been frowned upon in India, if not in Western countries. It was one of the reasons why Kyrhan often accompanied Kira when she went to France, England or USA. In Paris, nobody would care if he put his arms around his wife's waist, French kissed her on the Champs Elysees avenue at noon or just make her sit on his knee in a dancing hall. At the worst, spectators would get jealous that such a pretty woman was cuddled by a much older man. They would have loved to benefit from the same advantages, nothing more! Kyrhan presented them to his guests : Dan had already seen them at Kira's wedding but they had never met Sunita nor her husband John. - My dear friends, please do not overstress my young brother Shomeer and his wife Swathri! They still aren't accustomed to our current way of life. I think that I should let you discover one another. I'll pair you with them. Kira had had the honors with them both. - OK, Prince! - So for dinner and the early evening, I propose that Sunita'll take care of Shomeer while I renew my acquaintance with Swathri. Dan and John, you won't mind keeping company to my beloved Kira, I'm pretty sure of it! - That perfectly suits us, Kyrhan! - Wait, John, I hadn't finished! Around midnight, the girls will switch rooms : Swathri, you'll go to Dan's bedroom for the rest of the night, Kira, you'll go to John's place and, my dear brother and myself will have the pleasure to share our beautiful Sunita in the master bedroom. - Aye aye, sir! - A last reminder : from this moment, the ass holes of our three fine girls hereby are strictly preempted for my own and only use : the Prince's privilege! You may use at will their cunts and mouths. Dan, would you be kind enough to show the newbies the way to their quarters and the bedrooms I have assigned to them? You'll find cold food served in your rooms. Have a good night! Half an hour later, Shomeer had changed to a clean leangha silk shirt when someone knocked at the door. It was as he had expected the beautiful Sunita following Kyrhan's orders. She was wearing a yellow silk saree with beautiful gold embroideries. It must have cost one year of wages for a member of his staff but what surprised Shomeer was that she wore it as if she had been born into it : very sexily, very low on her waist with her navel in full display and a very small choli to show herself as much as she could. She had a red bindi on her forehead and a whole set of traditional jewels on her forehead and toes with heavy matching ear pendant. She was also wearing very high heels stilettos that greatly enhanced her figure. Clad as she was, she would have been the center of attraction in a commercial mall or any of the receptions and feasts in Shomeer's city. He couldn't realize that this woman was a white American woman and not an Indian girl! He just could wish that Swathri would soon become as sexy in Indian clothes. Maybe he could organize a fashion show in Mumbai with Sunita, Kira and Swathri modeling for some of the best local dress designers. It would boost significantly his company! Sunita was wearing a scarf covering her head as befitted a woman in presence of elder or important people. - Am I that important that you cover your head in my presence? - You're the brother of Kyrhan, my Master. That's sufficient for me! - Well, you're extremely beautiful. You could easily pretend you're Indian! - What makes you know that I'm not Indian? I have learned your language : Daal do poora meri choot ke ander mere raja, saheeb! (Please insert fully your cock inside me, sir). - I was just thinking to organize a fashion show in Mumbai and ask Kira and you to model for it. You'd have your photographs in the local newspapers and if you speak hindi, I could organize an interview on the TV! - It would be a pleasure but your wife should model, too. - Oh I would like but she doesn't walk as sexily as you. You seem to float on a cloud! - Ask Kyrhan to send you Rajeev. In four weeks, your wife will speak, walk and fuck so much better that you won't recognize her! I was walking on flat heels before, somewhat like a boxer. After my training period, I began to walk placing my feet on a straight line and swiveling my hips in circles to catch anybody's attention. - Isn't it too much for you? - I went shopping in the nearby commercial center this morning and maybe ten or more men were constantly on my trail, leering after me and as many women were ready to murder me. I really felt the scorn of their eyes on my back! At the beginning, it made me extremely shameful then but, now, I must confess that it excites me. I love to be followed and desired by Indian men and women and those who dislike my outfit or my way of walking may go to hell! - I'll follow your very wise advice. Please keep the second and third weeks of November available. The three of you may have to present ten different dresses. - Ok but you have to enlist Kira. You may also ask her to propose to Preeti and Leena. They are always extremely elegant in sarees, ghagras or other Indian dresses. Don't forget to invite a few handsome men. A French dress designer said many years ago that he designed very elegant dresses to make women want to put them on but also to make men want to take them off their bodies. If the show is a real success, your models will most probably be extremely horny and you can't cope alone! - I don't know whether the show this evening is a success but I definitively want to peel the beautiful clothes you're wearing from your body. I may not be able to wait too long before I rape you against the entrance door. - Raping me would be very difficult as I'm fully consenting already. You may shred my saree or just bunch it up to fuck me faster as you want! Shomeer unwrapped the saree by pulling up on her pallu. He threw it aside, leaving her in high heeld, elegant petticoat and choli. The knot holding the petticoat was untied in a whiff, letting it glide too the ground. The hooks closing the choli gave way in the next instant and her choli finished somewhere on the chandelier. They would need a ladder to get it unless Shomeer wanted to keep it as a reminder of his encounter with Sunita. He asked her to lie down on the floor. Sexual Coaching Ch. 04 Swathri and her husband Shomeer, Kyrhan's brother were flowing back home. Sunita was accompanying them on Kyrhan's request. He wanted to be sure that Swathri got accustomed to her new role with her husband. Sunita was a blond American girl, presiding over the destiny of the thriving computer company her fitrst husband had built before his death, six years before. She had been seduced reluctantly by her son on a camping outing. Since then, they had moved and were pretending to be husband and wife. They had been accepted quite easily by the local community as Sunita was very kind, gentle and helpful with her neighbors. The fact that she had kept a buxom, sexy figure may have helped them somewhat in their acceptance by their male neighbors. For the other members of her community, she had a few oddities in her life, but nothing puzzling there : she was older than her husband but that might explain why she was wearing short dresses and low cut tops as she had to compete with girls of her husband's age. She was also wearing even at home or when shopping in the commercial malls or at the nearby Wal mart, some unusual clothes for a white woman : sarees, salwars, ghagras, with weird ear rings and necklace. When she had a reception at home, she also wore a matching ornament on her forehead. She was so sexy that several husbands in the neighborhood had offered to their wives or girlfriends, lush sarees. It was fashionable since then, to wear a saree at receptions. At the last 4th July celebration at the town hall, there were eight women in sarees, including the mayor, the sheriff and the attorney's wives and two female state court judges. Sunita had also imposed the fashionable way to wear the saree : very low on the waist, just covering her crotch and exhibiting proudly her shapely navel and tummy. She always put on high heeled sandals that gave her a swaying hips stance that drew all the attention of the male assistance. A few growls in the female community have ensued but she had always unprimed the conflicts by selecting the most vehement women, telling them that she was uneasy by their husbands watching so intently her whenever they met. She had talked the offended wives into changing their wardrobe to more daring garments, showing them how to wear properly a saree and even offering them a complete outfit. It was always a pleasure to send the initially aggravated woman home with a tiny choli with no bra underneath and a lewdly worn saree. Sunita made them into the best propagandist for such unusual clothing by walking with them in the commercial mall. The large expanses of bare belly skin were sure to lure men around them. For many of these housewives, it was mind boggling to discover that men could be interested by them again. When the men saluted them, Sunita replied in kind with an inviting smile. They invariably offered the girls drinks or coffee after a few minutes chat. Sunita accepted immediately, before her friends had time to decline the proposal. Thereafter, the ice had been broken and several affairs had started then. Sunita then had no special difficulties in convincing her female friends to go to the mall or social events in even sexier outfits, without any bra or knickers, with high heels stilettos or even see through sarees. . . So, Sunita was quite at ease, wearing her saree on the night plane to Mumbai. As usual, she was naked underneath, ready for any cock or exploring finger that could wander her way. The plane lights had been dimmed to allow passengers to sleep. As it was relatively cold, she had requested comforters for her, Swathri and Shomeer. She could try to organize something kinky with them, as a starter. She snaked her hand under Shomeer's comforter. Kyrhan had instilled in her mind that males should always be serviced in priority. He was wearing a simple dhoti. She had no trouble reaching into his clothes until she grabbed his cock with her right hand. When she began to caress his cock, he woke up. Understanding what she was up to, he smiled approvingly and positioned himself to facilitate her. She expertly wanked him under the comforter until his cock erupted into her fist. He kissed her on the lips as she pulled back her hand, taking care not to spill any cum from her hand. Shomeer and Sunita switched seats to get her on the seat adjoining Swathri's. The commotion had waken up Shomeer's wife who wondered why her husband was no more beside her. Sunita whispered to her ear that with everyone else sleeping soundly, they could have some fun together. She explained that she had just wanked Shomeer until he had spewed his jizzm on her hand and she had kept it to share the precious sperm wither friend. Swathri seemed outraged but Shomeer told her in an authoritative tone : - Swathri darling, Kyrhan has sent Sunita with us as our mentor. Please follow her instructions with no discussion! Swathri bowed down. Sunita told her to lick the sperm of her husband from her palm. Swathri complied with no fuss, lapping the still warm sticky fluid with her tongue. She cleaned then the hand from the last traces of her husband's offerings. Sunita whispered to her ear not to be heard by their neighbors. - Unhook your choli and lift up your saree to your waist. I want your buttocks directly on the seat. I'm going to play with your tits and finger fuck your cunt. If you're obedient enough, I may push one or two fingers into your arse later. Go on! Swathri bunched her saree to her waist as discreetly as possible. When she unhooked her choli, Sunita had already two fingers deep into her twat and her thumb on her clit. With such a direct attack, Swathri reached her first climax in a few minutes.. Sunita was tweaking her nipples between her thumb and fore finger. Swathri was beginning her ascension to another climax soon. Sunita asked to bend on her left buttock toward her husband to allow Sunita to get more easily to her arsehole. She obeyed immediately and Sunita pushed her fore finger into her welcoming ass. A liquid noise and some groans informed her that some unexpected action was occurring. She tried to peek into the darkness and discovered that Swathri had shamelessly taken her husband's cock in her mouth, in full view of everyone. - Ganesh! The plane is crowded and you blow your husband just like that! Swathri stopped for a moment sucking her husband's cock like a lollipop to grin to her. - You'll realize that now that I've been freed of my prejudices, I may be even lewder than yourself. - OK, try it. Show me than you can organize something hot now! - Will you follow my orders? - Yes, if they don't imply some scandalous public outrage. - Look on the other side of the alley to your right, there's a man awake and watching us. While I finish my husband, you are going to stand up and go to to the toilets. On your way, you'll stop to tell that man to come with you. You'll put yourself a condom on his rock by rolling it with your teeth. It's a whore's trick and it seems adequate you try it. It should become a common practice for you! - I'm not a whore! - You'll be whatever I want. You've told me that all the women of Kyrhan's harem are submissive, but they may be slavish for Kyrhan and not for anyone. Leena is slavish to any Indian men and women, I think I'll like to be the slave of Dan but I feel that most white women and men are too weak to be anything but totally submissive to me, a superior Indian woman. And so you are! - Yes, you're right, Mistress Swathri! I'll obey you. I was longing to submit to you. Kyrhan sent me with you to initiate your sexual activities but he told me that you were so haughty and self assertive that you'll never be content with just a submissive role in your life and you were most likely to take the leadership from me. I just thought that you'd take longer than that! - Mmmhhh. We'll discuss about it later. Shomeer is about to shoot his load into my throat! Your lover is desperate for you. Go and give him the release he needs so badly! Sunita stood up and took the direction of the toilets. She tapped on the man's shoulder. He whispered to her : - Yes, miss. How can I help you? - You've been watching us. . . - Blowing the man with you? - Yes, my Mistress has sent me to offer you to fuck me in the plane toilets. - By all means, white slut! You'll tell your Indian mistress that I'm indebted to her. Here is my card. You'll give it to her. - Yes, sir! - Call me Master. A lowly white slut like you should consider any Indian man and woman to be her superiors, far better and worthier individuals than herself! - Yes, Master! They went into the toilets booth. She fell on her knees in the cramped cubicle and performed as well as she could the mouth to cock covering of his cock. It was the first time she did such a job. The man seemed to appreciate her performance. - Good, white whore, you seemed to be an expert cock sucker! In a few years, you may reach Indian women high standards. Sunita wasn't able to answer as he was already nibbling her tonsils with the head of his cock. Being named slut or white whore was not touching her as hard as she had expected. She even found some pride in these insults coming from the mouth of Indian people. She would have balked fiercely if anyone else had used the same words. The man made her bend above the toilet bowl. He noticed she was wearing no undies. He sneered : - White women not wearing any undies like you, are really whores of the lowest class! He entered her doggie style and fucked her choot as a Master fucked his slave girl, leaving her no initiative and using her as he decided. She felt ultimately owned, just a property, a fuck toy and she was extremely proud just to be the fuck toy of Indian men! Her new lover was less huge than Kyrhan or Shomeer but still significantly longer than her son John. When he had filled his condom, he made her change it. He then made her resume her previous position over the toilet bowl. He pushed his cock into her again, this time choosing her back passage. She appreciated the brutality of his entry. This time he made her climax as he was buggering her mercilessly. He had put into her mouth his billfold as a gag for preventing her to scream as he was fucking her ass. He took it out only when they walked back to his place. - Go back to your mistress. Thank her for a kind attention, give her my card and tell her that I'm at her disposal if she needs to have you chastised in any way. - Yes, Master! Sunita had once more enjoyed multiple mind shattering climaxes. Indian men really knew how to treat properly white women. With her first boyfriends, her husband and even John when he had fucked her for the first times, her climaxes were pleasant but nothing more than that. Kyrhan had introduced her to anal pleasure, to impossible dilatations, to ultimate stretching feelings that had expanded tremendously her sexual horizons and of course to multiple climaxes to which she was now totally addicted. She now had more climaxes each year than she had had in the twenty years before her wedding travel with John in India. Ganesh be thanked she had not chosen Acapulco or some other more traditional destination such as Vegas or Miami!!! Both herself and John had learned many things since their association with Kyrhan and her son was now able to give her climaxes in comparison to which all her trysts with her first husband seemed in comparison quite dull, nothing more than children's games. . . Swathri in Mumbai took immediately a taxi with Shomeer, leaving Sunita to reclaim their luggage, alone with four big Pullman cases. She arrived more than one hour after them. They had already showered, changed their clothes and they had had time enough for a quickie on Swathri's dresser. She continued to show Sunita who was the boss. She made quickly the blond woman into a servant : a luxury for an Indian woman to have a live in white maid at her total disposal. She had to sleep on the carpet at the foot of Swathri's bed, ready to service any of them. She was even requested to sleep with a big pillow under her back to lift up her cunt and arse and made them easily attainable by anyone interested in her. For sure, she was always naked then and had her hands cuffed in her back to make her totally helpless. Many rich Indian households still have live in naukars (servants),of usually low caste, doing all the menial tasks in the house but the male servants are usually very dark and muscular as they often work very hard outdoors under the fierce sun. The high society women used to protect themselves from the sun to have the clearest skin possible. Swathri wanted Sunita to endure one of the most degrading adventure for a high society Indian woman : to be fucked by a mere servant. It would have been even worse if her husband could witness it and be told to lick his wife clean from the cum of this servant. He could even be told to clean the man's cock, fresh from cumming into his wife's ass. Sunita's husband was in USA and it was too late to ask him to come back in India but they could still make a video of it and send it to him. Swathri was getting enthralled just at the idea of ultimately degrading the submissive white woman and sending pictures and video of his wife fucked by a simple servant to her husband. Shomeer was more cautious, fearing to infuriate his brother but Swathri kept insisting. As their sexual life had improved tremendously, Swathri was in position to dictate her husband how to behave. They had two likely servants : the cook and their jack of all trades, chauffeur, gardener, plumber and many other duties in which he happened to excel. He was very handsome and Swathri would have considered fucking him herself if he had been from a higher caste. The cook was from a not so bad caste but he was fat, an oily bag of grease no woman but a whore would have agreed to fuck but he was also broad chested, just the opposite of the traditional image of a wimp. In comparison to both of them, John looked like an adolescent. Swathri presented Sunita the two men. - It will change you from your wimp husband, don't you think so?. - My husband is not a wimp, he gives me often multiple climaxes. You should try him! - Maybe next time! Just know that all the servants in my household are tested for all known venereal disease every month. They know that if ever they get contaminated, they will be immediately fired and they know I mean it!. So they are perfectly clean. Neither the cook nor the jack nor Sunita herself was told anything in advance. Swathri just summoned the men together in the study. The other servants had been given a day off. Sunita entered carrying a tray with fresh coffee and delicate pastries. On Swathri's instructions, she was wearing a see through saree with no petticoats and no undies. Her choli was in spandex material : very thin, nearly transparent and very body clinging. They could see perfectly her brown areolas and her erect nipples. It just covered her strategic zones, leaving nothing to the imagination otherwise. She had already understood the plans of her mistress Swathri and she was not adverse to them. Both men were broad chested, one was quite handsome, the other one was less attractive but she had seen and fucked even uglier and fatter men Both men, as soon as they had seen the scantily clad Sunita, had developed a big tent under their dhoties. Swathri came to her and still wordlessly, unhooked slowly Sunita's choli. When the last hook was undone, her full breasts, pushed away the material, jutting proudly forward. Swathri stepped back and let the two servants feast on the exposed flesh. She took the pallu of Sunita's saree.and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were now totally exhibited and the two men already had an idea on why they had been summoned there. On her side, Sunita was already dripping wet from excitation, just looking at them and thinking to what they were about to do to her. But Swathri had some preliminaries to do : she placed a red dot on Sunita's forehead, put a long black beads collar around her neck and a toe ring on her foot. Sunita looked at her Mistress wonderingly. - All these small things designate you as a married woman. When they will fuck you, my cook and my gardener will ultimately debase and degrade you. You should wish to die rather than endure their attentions and the fact you'll surely enjoy their caresses should make you inexorably fouled, unworthy to come back to your husband. If he accepts you back, it's him who will be ultimately degraded in your own eyes and you should leave him if you didn't crave so much humiliation and degradation! Swathri deliberately threw things on the floor, ordering Sunita to give them back to her. The idea was just to make her bend forward in front of the two men's eyes and make her wiggle her breasts with her fully open choli dangling on both sides. When she had retrieved her mistress' handkerchief just on the feet of the cook, she dropped a piece of sugar behind Sunita who bent once more. She was now presenting her magnificent bottom superbly wrapped in her saree. Swathri grabbed her pallu on the floor and pulled up. The whole saree uncoiled from around her waist and fell down. As she had no petticoat and no undies, her buttocks unveiled just in front of the lusty eyes of the two men. She had just a knotted cord around the waist and her high heels and they were totally inadequate to protect her. Any man would have grabbed her and fucked her against the wall, like a butterfly pinned into a box. The cook and the gardener were red in confusion. With their dark complexion, they wouldn't have ever dreamt to fuck a so pale woman, visibly of high rank. If they had proposed to her, she would have scurried away, screaming for help. But this one seemed not to be afraid of them. On the contrary she pushed her breasts toward them enticing them to grope at her breasts and draw her into their clutches! She was their dream come into flesh, the ultimate cock tease, the perfect fuck toy! The cook was the first to move, he grabbed Sunita and drew her luscious body to him. She didn't resist at all and took him in her arms. He covered her mouth with his lips and she kissed him back. She seemed already very hot for him. Their foreplay had turned her on. The gardener didn't want to be left out. He helped her out of her open choli and began to maul and suck her gorgeous tits. He must have been very good at it as she started immediately to moan and scream quite loud. Swathri had been right giving the other servants a day off! Sunita pulled off the shirt the gardener was wearing. When she discovered his chest with bulging muscles, she let her lower jaw drop by a couple of inches. The man could have competed to be Mister Universe. He was a darker version of Schwarzenegger at the peal of his career! Any woman would have begged to be fucked by such a gorgeous man. Swathri was dying to push Sunita away and take her place even if her husband was just three feet away from her. Blood was boiling in her head. Sunita outsmarted her as she bent forward and took his nipples in her mouth. She very slowly sucked them until they pointed forward like small darts. She tweaked them between thumb and forefinger before falling at his feet on her knees. She hastily opened hisr dhoti to extract his cock. She was fast becoming an expert at it! She took his cock into her mouth and resumed her sucking movements Sunita carefully pulled back the foreskin and ran her tongue around his swollen cock head. He slowly caressed her head in approval. He grunted a few words of endearment. - Rundi (whore), your white slave's mouth is as hot as a volcano. If you continue, I may make you drink the enibrating spunk of an Indian man. With such a delicate brew, any white man's cum will feel like piss to you!