Chapter 02
Nazneen enters Kyrhan's harem
Dedicated to real life Nazneen and to Jill who together inspired this story hoping they will like it.
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One of my readers pointed out I should give a small summary of the previous adventures of prince Kyrhan and his beloved Kira. Kyrhan is a modern days Indian prince and politician. He is strong, large and sex addicted. He seduced a tourist woman named Kira and befriended her French husband Dan, introducing both of them to a life of sexual adventures. Their encounter is narrated in the series Good morning India... Kyrhan married Kira in the traditional Indian fashion under a makeshift identity he forged for her. Kira is a mature, pretty woman with guts for anything from managing an International class Hotel in India to receiving the VIP guests of her Indian husband or fucking a guy on the lawn in front of twenty friends. A group of Indian Dalits are totally devoted to her...
Nazneen had tried to murder Kyrhan to avenge her uncle who had been killed in an engagement during a war between India and Pakistan when the Prince was a commando officer at the border. Nazneen had been gradually convinced by Kira to relinquish her feud and accept to consider the death of her uncle as a war casualty. When she left, Kira had told her that she could come back anytime if she wanted to become included into Kyrhan's harem, the group of girls gravitating around the Prince at any time. Nazneen was a deep rooted dominatrix and submitting to Kyrhan's desires had been a terrible effort for her! Kira had been almost certain she would never hear of this unusual girl anymore...
The present story takes place a few months after Nazneen's return to her hometown in Pakistan.
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Kira walked through the lobby of the hotel on the way to her office when she was hailed by one of the customers. That was so unusual that she stopped in her tracks : she was wearing a stunning but simple aqua blue silk saree showing off the mouth watering expanse of her nice belly and her wide swaying hips that would give regrets to an eunuch! No one but close friends had ever dared to call her by her name. She turned her head toward the boor. When her scornful gaze met the man, she had difficulties recognizing him : it was Gupta, the Birmingham greengrocer who had enslaved her friend Leena and her husband Peter, the man who was a lusty janitor at the Demeanor school she had attended a few years before.
Falling into his clutches had been the constant fear of all the girls there. Kira had to admit it was an important part of the thrill for them, perhaps even more than the perspective of having to wear a naughty school girl uniform in public at any time and of being sternly punished by the horrible Mr Gupta for any peccadillo! Kira hadn't seen him now for more than ten months and, frankly, she didn't miss him!
Gupta was wearing an immaculate Dhoti that must have been issued by a good local tailor. He looked like any businessman who was a guest in the hotel. Kira should have studied more closely the list of the new guests! She swiftly glanced around but Leena wasn't anywhere around. She would certainly have contacted Kira to announce her arrival. Half hidden by the massive body of Gupta, there was a slender figure with very pale skin : a pretty blonde girl with freckles. She was most probably English and she looked ill at ease in her brand new saree.
How a simple greengrocer like Gupta had gathered the money to book a room in the hotel? But her professional instinct took over and she smiled to her visitor :
- Mr Gupta! How nice to meet you here!
- A pleasure to see you, Princess! I had never visited your hotel! Now that my little shop is now an important chain in England, I may become a regular guest! May I present you Susan : she is in charge of a supermarket in my chain and I decided to give her a bonus for her assiduous work in the last months : a two weeks stay in your hotel!
- Hello, Susan! I wish you'll enjoy your stay in India!
Curiously, Susan had blushed beet root and kept gazing at her toes. Kira should investigate : there was some mystery there! Susan was wearing a richly embroidered purple wedding saree with a veil covering her head completely out of place in the hotel lobby unless she was a bride but Gupta hadn't presented her as his wife. She was far too young for that! A bride, why not but not to that lecherous old fart!
- Have you already checked in, Mr Gupta?
- Yes. I've booked the nuptial suite!
- Ahemmm! May I congratulate you! Your young bride seems delicious!
- Don't misunderstand me! Susan is married to one of my employees. She isn't my wife, of course! I took her with me just for the pleasure of breeding her in a Maharajah's bed. Her hubbie will take care of the baby! I'm not very interested by diapers!
- I should have thought that you keep to your nasty old tricks, Gupta!
- Tut, Tut, Princess! I'm a paying guest and you must address to me in the most polite way! I would have liked to come with Leena, too so that I would be like your husband with my little harem but she had already left with Dina and Peter to Rio de Janeiro! Now I'm rich, too and you have to pay consideration to me, slut!
- Do you want me to call for my Dalits team, bastard. They would be quite eager to offer you for lunch to a tiger. We have one in the forest nearby.
Susan listened to the exchange terrified of discovering someone was ready to confront her almighty boss! She was thrilled to discover that a woman was that bold!
Gupta decided to bow away and led Susan by the hand to their suite. He wanted to wipe out his frustration by owning Susan. Kira would fume but she couldn't do anything openly. He had enjoyed defying her!
He ordered Susan to lie on the king size bed and part her legs. He moved forward on his knees toward his victim, freeing his cock from the confines of his dhoti. Susan was totally tamed as she made not the slightest move of rebellion when he crudely pushed his fingers under the hem of her saree. He had a sardonic smile when he found that her pussy was gaping open and dripping wet, ready to accommodate him! Yes he had done a good job at transforming her into a complete submissive. She now relished abandoning her body to her Master!
A moment later, her thighs were glistening with perspiration, squeezing his waist, and locking his body against hers. Her pussy was pulsating on his fingers, she looked up searching for his eyes and she captured them....pleading for release, already unable to even mouth the words of submission, just whimpering helplessly as she offered herself completely to his lust...
He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and lifted them up, aligning his cock with her hole. She hadn't still ovulated : so there was no need to dump his seed into her pussy. Susan was quite aware that her master intended to breed her in the coming days and have her husband bear the shame of having to take care of a colored baby that couldn't be his! But she couldn't imagine herself facing Mr Gupta as this woman, Kira had done. Gupta really enjoyed fucking such a beautiful married woman but he was dreaming of inflicting the same fate to Kira. Susan was his prey but he didn't really care for her. He wanted to make Kira into his willing slave, nothing less!
Susan's ass was so tight, her lust so wanton, her passion so arousing but he dreamed of something else as he entered her hole with no caution. Susan's back passage had been copiously reamed in the recent months and she didn't need any undue care, did she? He thrust faster, deeper...taking her really! She had locked her ankles tightly behind his back, her heels pulling him deep into her... She was in need for him now..., begging him to fuck her ass hard! She was unable to control herself any longer : Mr Gupta had really trained her to the perfection. He was taking her, enjoying her, groaning with each stroke, completely captivated by how incredible she felt, how she sounded as he ploughed merciless into her ass hole with her pussy left idle and unused.
Gupta stopped his relentless pounding : he wanted to tease Susan a bit before fucking her again.
