“Yes, sahib.”
“Narges.” I turned to her. “Come here.”
“Yes, Sarun.” Obediently she stood in front of me, overshadowing her husband. “I am glad you are staying a bit longer, dear.”
“How can I stop myself from enjoying your lovely body, Narges.”
“Thank you, Sarun.”
“Now, Narges.” I listed my orders for her. “While I am here, you will remain naked or dressed, as I tell you. I will fuck whenever I want and you are to pleasure me before, during and after our copulation, do you agree?”
“Yes, Sarun.”
“What about you Fateh?” I turned to the husband. “What do you say?”
Fateh turned to see his wife smiling and surrendered to his fate.
“Yes sahib, I accept fully,” he replied.
The next week was utter torture and humiliation for Fateh.
When he was away working on his rickshaw, his mind was on what I was doing to his wife, and it kept him hard all day. He would often arrive home where he would find his wife naked, in bed, serving her master — me. Sometimes I would make him watch as Narges knelt in front of me and sucked me to hardness, before I had Fateh put my cock inside his wife and watched us fuck. Narges and I were like a freshly married couple on our honeymoon. We didn’t care where Fateh was. I loved to grope her all the time and play with her tits and her gyrating buttocks. Sometimes after our lovemaking we would call Fateh and have him masturbate to the sight of us kissing, and laugh at his tiny manhood as he shot his sperm on the floor. Then we would have him clean up, of course.
After seven days were up, I gave Fateh his 200,000 rupees that he gave to his money lender, who was no doubt surprised that this pathetic man was able to cough up the money. What he didn’t know, of course, was that Fateh, and more importantly his wife, were now my property. I was heading to Kolkata, but before leaving I gave Narges one quick good bye fuck, and told the couple that they would hear from me shortly. On my next trip to India, I would be the lord of a harem.
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