The Rickshaw Driver's Wife Ch. 03

Fateh watched as his wife's cheeks and bosoms were filled with the slimy, gray saliva. Narges tried desperately not to swallow but I suddenly pinched her nostrils shut and placed a big hand over her mouth, forcing her to swallow the bubbly swill. Fateh watched as his dazed, naked wife was being hugged and given hot sloppy kisses as if her husband wasn't even there. But he was there. And Fateh felt very defeated and useless. And aroused.

"Fateh, I know what I'd like to do to her.........look at that big, round, beautiful ass." I told him. I then placed Narges on the bed, on her back. She was now lying there, like a woman waiting for her man to mount her. I then climbed over onto the bed, and with one move, plunged into her.

Narges's feverish passion was at a peak as she cried out, "Sarun! Darling! Don't stop, oh please don't stop, fuck me harder, fuck me dear, fuck me now, I love you!"

I plunged into her, and out, and into her, and out. My cock rubbed against the wet damp skin of her clit, ploughing deep into her folds, going where her husband could never hope to go. With her eyes tightly shut Narges hugged me tightly, screaming as she once again had a massive orgasm, cuming for almost a minute. I slowed down and fucked her with long slow deep strokes deep kissing her mouth. Then I looked over and saw that Fateh was masturbating.

I shouted, "See Fateh, that is how to fuck and satisfy your wife, now watch me plant my seed in her unprotected cunt, she is going to be sullied by my semen, her pussy belongs me now."

"Sahib, it will be an honour and pleasure if you deposited your hot sticky sperm into my wife," Fateh said.

Fateh watched as my butt cheeks tightened to form a slit, my face contorted as I bellowed, "Kutti, bitch! Take my sperm into your fertile womb."

I squeezed Narges's massive boobs. She was now blubbering incoherently.

"Yes Sarun fill me up with your seed, put your sperm in my belly, oh my dear come inside me," She screamed as she hugged and kissed me, wrapping her powerful chubby legs around my ass.

I grunted as I ejaculated, filling up her vagina with my semen till it overflowed, once again staining the bed sheets. Narges grasped my balls squeezing out as much juice as possible. I bit her neck and kept ejaculating for quite some time. I then collapsed on top of her, lying there as my dick throbbed, the sperm slowing down to a trickle.

Then I decided I no longer wanted Fateh there.

"Fateh, turn off the lights and get out."

* * *

The next morning (which Fateh thought would be my last day here), both he and I ogled his wife Narges's gyrating fleshy ass and wildly swinging breasts as she happily carried out her duties around the house, humming a Bollywood tune, completely uninhibited about being naked in front of us. Even Fateh seemed to have come to peace with his own nakedness, standing there obediently carrying out mine or his wife's orders as needed. In fact, the only one dressed was now me.

When Narges went in the small washroom outside to take a piss, I told her to wait.

"Fateh", I took her husband with me to the washroom. Narges stood there, naked, ready to pee.

"Yes, sahib?" Fateh was trying desperately, like he had all morning, to hide his hardness.

"Your wife has saved you from being in debt, and perhaps from going to prison," I informed him, "You must show her your gratitude by satisfying her."

"Yes, sahib."

I ordered Fateh to lie down on the dirty wet washroom floor.

"Narges," I turned to his wife. "Squat over to his face, and urinate there."

Narges didn't hesitate at all, and quickly placed her ample thighs either side of Fateh's head and with her cunt over his open mouth, gushed out a salty piss drenching Fateh's face and hair.

"Now rub your ass over his filthy face."

She sat down with her full weight on his head, rubbing her wet pussy and the smelly unwashed anus back and forth over her husband's crestfallen but aroused face. He could almost hardly breathe as Narges began to cum, squirting her pussy juices all over Fateh's face and into his mouth.

I wasn't done humiliating Fateh yet.

As Narges got off Fateh, he could see my zip undone, and my cock dangling over his piss and cum covered face, and his wife Narges was then standing behind me, giggling like a schoolgirl while holding my cock.

I then started to pee. I poured out a hot stream all over Fateh, drenching him from head to foot. Shaking the last drops of pee from my cock, I ordered Narges to lick and clean my cock.

"You are fit to use as a toilet," I told Fateh, "And your wife is my toilet paper, cleaning my dick of pee."

"Yes, sahib." Both husband and wife replied in unison. Their submission to me was now complete.

I smiled. The first of my slaves were now here.

Ever since Narges had come willingly into my arms, leaving her hapless husband watching, I had hatched a plan. I am a rich man with a big business in the USA. I also do some import work from India, so I have a mansion in Kolkata. My family lives in the USA, but I come every month to Kolkata for ten to twelve days. And I usually hire maid servants from a temp agency. Now, I could see myself at the head of a harem. A harem headed by Narges, my chief concubine, with her willing cuckold of a husband as a bonus servant. The first of many, I confidently thought. Seeing the husband and wife, naked, on their knees, submitting to me, was the first step in the realization of that plan. I had to make sure Fateh was a willing slave. If he had the slightest hesitation in this affair, this wouldn't have happened. He enjoyed being a cuckold; he enjoyed the humiliation. I knew I had the slaves I wanted to start my household.

* * *

"Fateh", I told him, once the couple were inside, and cleaned up and dressed. "I have decided to stay a while longer."

"Oh." His crestfallen face betrayed his anxious disappointment. "Sahib, were you not supposed to leave today?"

"Are you telling me to leave?" I thundered.

"Of course not, of course not, sahib!" Fateh hastily tried to pacify me. "I was merely asking, sahib."

"I am going to stay here in your house for some time more, at least a week." I told him and Narges. "While I am here, Narges will be my wife and you will be our servant. Do you understand?"

"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.