Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival
After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so sure of his power on her and her automatic acceptance of his every whims that she felt totally secure just following his suggestions.
Since her Indian marriage, it had been the first time she had traveled on her own and she was desperately missing his presence, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand on her own, of his lips on hers that always made her melting in his arms and her cunt dripping. Afterwards she always felt totally submissive to him and would jump into the fire if he told her without hesitation.
Being the wife of a vice prime minister had its advantages as she had traveled in first class with Garuda company. Several waitresses were trying very hard to make the travel less dull for her, ready to bring her a refreshment, a pillow, a comforter or adjust the head lamps if she just closed her eyes. She was already feeling arrived in India. As usual, for the travel, she was wearing a silk saree, this time a lilac one that emphasized the perfection of her complexion. Sarees of ever changing colors were a trademark of Kira Chowdhury, Princess Singh. She may now have more than two hundreds of them. She had been offered a good number when she married Kyrhan and both her husbands offered her some more regularly. She was lucky that Kyrhan s palace had so many rooms at her disposal.
Kyrhan was waiting at the arrival gate. Her heart jumped in her chest when she saw him at last. She was really in love with the man, there was no question about it, although he was a little less than twenty years older than herself. And there was no interference with his important ministerial position. She would have loved him as much if he had been a simple retired man of no importance but, for sure, her life would have been totally different.
When Kira reached him, in the crowd, she did not jump in his arms as all her emotions told her to do. She joined hands in front of her and saluted formally her husband with a joyful smile. She had to act properly in front of so much people. Kyrhan was accompanied by two staff members who took her wallets and escorted them to their car. The glasses were tainted so Kira, once in the privacy of the car took Kyrhan in her arms and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He responded and let his hand wander on her body. She smiled even more when she felt him check she had traveled naked under her petticoat and choli. She could have explained him that she was now totally used to it and she had just thought to disobey him when she had faced freezing temperatures in France. Dan had forced her to follow Kyrhan s orders and she had gradually welcomed the bite of frost on her most sensitive parts. It reminded her at every moment that she was following her Number One husband s instructions.
Kira found the works in the palace had not advanced very much during her absence. She should never stay in France so long : nearly six weeks, if she wanted to invite friends to parties inside the building or have Dan, her French baby and Ranu for a few weeks there.
- Master, Has Ranu arrived safely?
- Yes, pet, Dan has phoned me they were on the motorway but I m afraid that my niece is much less adventurous than you and she will never be picked up by the first bus driver on her path.
- Sure, Master, but they could stop at a hotel on the road whenever she wants.
- She told me that Dan is more eclectic than myself. He has told her to wear sarees at home and miniskirts outside. Thus she doesn t draw too much attention. I just fear that she will never more feel at home here where clothes are moreร
- Conservative, Master?
- The correct word. You have seen my point.
Kyrhan was ostensibly in a hurry to be alone with his pretty wife. He told the staff members to let her wallets in the lobby, pretending that his wife was tired and would go to sleep immediately. Kira had slept in the plane, so she was not at all tired. She already knew that her husband just wanted desperately to fuck her any way he could until he collapsed in sleep or she fainted, the later the better. He would have been the perfect Latin loverร
When the attendants finally vacated the room, Kyrhan hastily locked the door and closed the curtains. From experience, Kira knew that she would not sleep much that night. When her husband closed the curtains, it was usually to muffle her screams, either of pain or ecstasy and when he locked the door, he just signaled her she had no escape possibility. The key was attached to a collar he placed around his neck. Kira felt totally owned and she always deeply relished that feeling.
Kyrhan ordered her on her four on the bed. She complied immediately as she was swooning with desire. She had been accustomed to be used and enjoyed several times a day. She was now a sex addict, yearning to be fucked at least four times a day but always ready for much more. She positioned herself on the edge of the bed and opened her legs as wide as she could, bending slightly to have her bottom up in the air and her breasts just grazing the silk blankets. Her cunt and arse hole were in full display and partly open, ready to be used and abused. Kira began to swivel her hips around to draw Kyrhan s attention toward her bottom and entice him to fuck her immediately. A side benefit was to frig her erect nipples against the smooth surface of the blankets. That alone would have made her moaning in pleasure in a matter of minutes.
Kyrhan remained standing, just at the perfect height to ram his raging cock into the velvety folds of Kira s cunt. She was already dripping and would surely not need additional lubrication there. As soon as he was deeply embedded in her cunt, he cupped firmly both her breasts in his hands and used them to draw her body toward him to impale her fully on his cock. Kira followed carefully the tugs she felt on her breasts. In her husband s arms, she was like a completely tamed mare, able to understand and obey directions given with a feather touch of the reins on the horse bit. Kira was beginning to understand the ponygirl fetish even if in this rather overcrowded country, it would be difficult to indulge in such experiments.
Kyrhan increased his pace and that allowed her to climb back from her trance. He was now grinding back and forth in a frenzy. He was clearly on the verge of cumming. She concentrated on the feelings in her body. She desperately wanted him to cum the first. It was her duty, the way she had been trained to follow Kyrhan s preferences. She succeeded in postponing her own pleasure. He cummed but Kira had overdone her self imposed job. She did not come herself for the first time when she felt his hot spurts against her internal walls.
Kyrhan looked sad not having her cum with him. Kira smiled to him in a reassuring mode. She had exerted fully her self control and would make an opportunity of this small problem. She disengaged and turned on her back. She lifted the hem of the saree she was still wearing and bunched up her petticoats. Kyrhan watched lewdly her offered cunt just in the middle of her widely spread legs. Slowly, Kira positioned her hands near her vaginal entrance. With the left hand, she parted her cunt lips to exhibit the pink folds inside. Her clit was now in full view yearning for attention. It was engorged, ready to be caressed or used. Her right finger positioned itself directly on it and began slow circular motions
She lifted her hips and let them fall back on the bed with a creak of the bed. She repeated the movement, just slightly faster. The gentle continuous creaking of the stately bed was a reminder of the task Kyrhan had not finished or she had not let him finish.
Kira index was terribly effective on her clit Kyrhan had not caressed in his haste. Her left hand went to her glorious breasts and began to knead them gently. She moaned now continuously and let the first screams erupt from her throat. She pinched her tits as she felt the first waves of pleasure rocking her belly. Her climax was stupendous having been postponed so long. She thrust up her hips and held them there. She screamed in utter bliss. When she found back her breath, A coy look at Kyrhan s cock told her that he was once more quite erect and hard. She lewdly placed a finger in her mouth and waited her husband s reaction. She did not wait more than a minute. He placed his shoulders under her knees and lifted her until only her arms and her head were in contact with the bed. Kira felt Kyrhan s cock touching her anus and knew immediately that he would now take the back passage he had had the privilege to deflower himself and was keeping for his own use. Even her French husband was not allowed to use it when she was in saree. That had not forbidden Kyrhan to offer it to Indian close friends. Apparently her bottom was for Indian cocks only.
Kira s husband did not need to push very hard to penetrate her arse. Kyrhan has used that hole repeatedly since her deflowering, at least once a day and often more. She had prepared herself in the plane by applying copious volumes of KY jelly. Kyrhan just entered his knob inside her rectum and let her own weight impale her slowly. He even lifted her completely from the bed and made a few steps. Each one made him go half an inch deeper. When he was fully in, he began to bugger her seriously. She was screaming and spasming convulsively until they exploded together. This time she had let him win as in such a love war, it is as much pleasurable to win as to be defeated. She finally screamed :
- Kyrhan, my Master. I love you. I will do everything you want. Just order and I will obey.
- Kira, my pet. I love you, too. Before we continue our sweet talk, just note that you have an appointment with your friend the French Ambassador in two days and that I have booked a one week trip for both of us in Europe at the end of February.
- Fantastic. It will remind me of our honeymoon trip, master. Where are we going to?
