Author's note: This is a story of dark seduction so it was important that I flesh out the characters as much as possible before launching into any immoral adventures. As a result this chapter is mostly build up, though it does contain a little fantasy. Some tags apply for late in the story. Please have patience as the rest of the story will be up soon. Your feedback is most welcome so don't forget to leave comments! Enjoy!
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The weather over central London was bleak as Surinder Sahni rushed home from his trip to the market. He dodged past other pedestrians and cyclists and narrowly avoided knocking down a man walking his dog as he turned into the entryway of the modest apartment complex where he lived. With a hastily muttered apology, he took the stairs up to his small flat and rang the doorbell, still panting.
The door opened slowly to reveal his young wife, Anushka. Dressed in a simple red saree that was draped around her elegantly, it was obvious that she was ready for tonight's party at his office.
"I am sorry ji", he said, addressing her with the respectful honorific, "The line at the store was much longer than I expected" he said quickly as he dropped the grocery bags on the tidy kitchen counter and ran to take a shower.
"That is all right, Surinder ji", he heard her soft voice float after him as he closed the bathroom door.
The water felt good. It washed away his sweat and tiredness as he dwelt on how beautiful the woman waiting for him in the hall was. At a mere 24 years of age, she was 14 years his junior, and absolutely radiant, which was more than he could say for himself. Working at RapidConnect Technologies was a good way to make a living, but it drained away the very vitality required to enjoy the income. And as a junior manager, he was not exactly raking in the moolah either.
He felt slightly guilty as he continued thinking, Anushka was wonderful, but she had not chosen him. Theirs had been an arranged marriage her parents had planned as soon as she finished college. Given a choice he knew full well she would never have picked him, and with that thought the ever present weight in his chest seemed larger than ever.
Anushka Sahni looked out of the window aimlessly, her hands clasped on her lap, feeling the silky material of her saree beneath them, listening to the sound of water as her husband showered. Her husband, the thought was still a little alien to her. Their marriage had been a mere four months ago, and they had not even had a honeymoon as Surinder had had to return to London immediately. He was not at so high a post that he had the luxury to extend his leave of absence. Yet, her parents had done what any conservative Indian parents would do, marry their only daughter off to a man with a job abroad, in the hope that he would someday be able to take care of any need she would ever have. She sighed, Surinder was a good man, he tried his best to look after her however he could, but even his best efforts could never change the fact that they were fundamentally different. He was sweet, tried to be funny, and attentive, but he wasn't an open romantic or a passionate lover. The two times they had made love had been nothing more than doing the motions, consummating a marriage. It wasn't how she had imagined losing her virginity.
Anushka shook her head, remembering her mother's words, "Give it time, as time passes you will learn to adjust, to adapt, to love what you have". As she heard the shower door creak open, Anushka fervently hoped her mother was right.
Robert Stevens smiled with satisfaction as he saw the guests milling about the open air restaurant at the top of the RapidConnect office building. As CEO of the organization, he felt in a very comfortable position today, having just taken over another communications giant and strengthened his hold on the goings on in the industry. He was one of the few non white people to achieve such a feat and that just served to fuel his pride. He smiled and winked at some of the women eyeing him appreciatively, women just seemed to have a fascination with black cock. He thought the monstrous size and the unusual colour made them feel like they were being used by a different being, living out their wild fantasies. And at 11 inches, with a girth that matched the forearms of some of the supermodels he'd slept with, his black cock was indeed a force to be reckoned with.
As he glanced around at his employees and their wives, some of whom he had been screwing behind their unsuspecting husband's backs, he saw a flash of colour that caught his eye. Little did he know his life would change from that moment on.
Standing beside skinny, awkward Surinder Sahni, was the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her red saree stood out brightly from the dark party attire everyone else had on, but she justified the attention she drew. He guessed from their body language and the way they moved through the crowd together that she was Sahni's new wife, the reason for his short leave, and she was simply exquisite. He had bedded an Indian woman before, but she had been dark and a little plump, though still a very good fuck, Mrs. Sahni looked nothing like her; in fact she made his previous conquest seem Neandrathal.
She was tall, a little taller than her husband, maybe 5' 8", and had a fair, creamy complexion. She wore a modest red saree that looked elegant but was not worn in the sensuous, revealing way he had seen in many other Indian women, with almost no skin showing anywhere. Her dark hair cascaded down to the middle of her back, shimmering slightly, and her eyes were large and brown. She had a small nose, and full lips that were curved into a pretty smile. Her clothing gave him no idea about her figure, but she was slim, definitely not in the busty category. However he wondered what size her breasts would be, and her ass. Black cocks were automatically attracted to good ass.
Somehow, despite her being perhaps the most conservatively dressed in the crowd, he felt his monster penis stirring. She was a vision of virginal purity, unattainable and untainted, something he could never have. But Robert Stevens always made sure he got the things he could never have.
Surinder had just finished introducing Anushka to yet another colleague and was taking her towards the food tables when his boss walked up to them. Robert Stevens towered over him, at 6'6", with a heavily muscled frame that filled out his tuxedo rather well. His hair was cropped short and he had a small goatee. He was all smiles and he had reason, just not the one Surinder thought it was.
"Suri, how are you today man? It's good to have you back in time for our celebration!" the large man said and thumped him on the back, almost knocking him off his feet. Surinder straightened himself up and his glasses as well.
"I am well sir, thank you. Congratulations on the deal"
Robert waved a hand dismissively, "It was just paperwork, they had no other option, I left them none"
Surinder nodded, "I know sir. By the way, you have not met my wife yet I believe. Robert Stevens, this is Anushka, Anushka ji, this is my boss and CEO of our company" he pointed from Robert to his wife.
Robert was amazed by how much more beauty this woman exuded at close quarters, he watched as she smiled and looked down in a demure manner, "Hello sir, pleasure to meet you, my husband has told me much"
She was not lying. Surinder had indeed told her everything about his boss. The man was a master manipulator, and was a powerful force in the business world, having established an empire for himself. Of course this also gave him the power to run shady drug deals and whore houses without fear of anyone, something he did gladly to make more money and gain more pleasure.
Anushka had not seen many non white people in London before, and this man was very intimidating. His sheer size made her a little weak kneed. She was not small but even she barely reached his chest. Anushka smiled after greeting him and he reciprocated with a 'namaste', wishing them both a happy married life, before walking away to mingle with other guests.
Robert watched the Sahnis all night, and Anushka made him grow more enamoured with her each moment. She walked with a swaying grace, and spoke with a subtle confidence that was not overwhelming. Her eyes somehow seemed a little clouded, but there were moments when she smiled that their warm brown seemed to come alive. God she was pure art. And he wanted her.
After the party, Robert busied himself in his lavish house in the countryside outside London. He was on a reclining chair, padded and comfortable, that he had placed in front of a widescreen television and computer setup in his bathroom. This was what he liked to call his 'entertainment centre', where he watched the videos from his strip clubs, people from upper echelon society mindlessly fucking his whores. He stroked his throbbing cock as he saw the general manager of a large bank mindlessly fucking a big breasted bimbo from behind, her tits jiggling about until he caught them and started feeling her up.
"Mmmm", Robert's moan was involuntary as he stroked himself, this girl had a great body. Those tits were fabulous, ripe..She was moaning, mouth open, lips stretched...
An image of another set of lips flashed into his mind, smiling sweetly. Creamy skin, those eyes, that hair..
