Leena, housemaid
Kira's adventures chapter 5 by Dan57
Leena, aka Linda, the wife of the very powerful CEO of an English conglomerate, had been kidnaped in her own house on bequest of her husband (read Lindas training). She had been sexually trained by Kira with the help of Dan and Rajiv who had chosen her Indian souding name.
Afterward, her husband Peter found her completely changed, awakened to a level he would never grasp. At home, she was most often wearing sexy exotic clothes like silk embroidered sarees with short sleeved or even sleeveless cholis. Even with such a simple garment, she could vary the way she wrapped herself in it and Peter was always pleasantly surprised by her appearance. He was also marveling on how sexily she was wearing those sarees with her tummy and navel proudly exhibited. She had become a center of interest during their parties and Peter had used that interest on a few occasions to help with some business contracts. Leena had not been adverse to flirting somewhat with strangers
What Leena had never told him was that, as soon as her husband had left home for work, usually for several days, she went out on errands : she had plenty of unusual occupations for a bored housewife. She had been hired on the orders of Kyrhan, The husband of Kira who had overseered her training, by an escort girl agency that specialized on Indian and Tamil businessmen coming in England. Leena had been also ordered to wear sarees even when working as a part time University assistant or buying groceries. She was to welcome any advances from Indian men.
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Peter was about to leave once more, this time for three weeks for a round the world tour of the company plants he made twice a year.
- Oh darling, you are again leaving me alone. Perhaps, I could travel with you?
- Impossible. I have several assistants with me. If my wife accompanied me on business travel, there would be gossips and I would be in a bad position with the Board.
- OK, dear, I will stick to my lonely boredom for three more weeks.
- You still have your work at Uni and your charity visits. I wonder why you limit yourself to Indian and Sri Lankan people. There are so many families in need.
- Sure but I have already enough work with those I visit.
- You are right. You often come back quite exhausted. Bye bye, Leena.
Linda had told her husband that one of the servants of Kira always called her Leena and that she loved the more flowing name. He had loved the name. So she was now Leena for every one in her household, at university but also at the escort girl agency as well with the many Indian people she met. Her professionnal cards and the university letters now bore the surname Leena. She was now quite fluent in hindi, mayalam and tamil languages. That often helped her a lot.
After having waved away her husband, she went to her bedroom to change into a much simpler outfit : a cotton work saree, rather worn with simple thongs in place of her expensive high heels she had worn. She checked that the nanny in charge of her two babies was on duty. It was funny to think that her eldest child had been sired by Dan during her initial training and the second by prince Kyrhan himself. The third one would have still another biological father : an Indian businessman chosen by Kyrhan nearly two months before. For evident safety reasons, she used condoms whenever she was fucked by strangers but Kyrhan had the man checked clean.
Leena had worked as an escort for the man during a full week, accompanying him to his various appointments, translating for him during the meetings as his mastering of English was not perfect, showing him off London, helping him to find gifts for his wife and his daughters, escorting him in the evening for business receptions and at the opera before offering him shamelessly her mouth, cunt and her ass several times during the night in his bedroom, His progeny was developing in her womb. She was due to deliver in six or seven months. She would start showing in one or two months only. There had been no problem with Dan and Kyrhan, Dan was white and Kyrhan had not a too dark complexion but the last man had a darker skin. Maybe Peter would become suspicious. Somewhere she would prefer him to know that he was cuckolded every day by Indian men and that his best Indian friend had sired the baby in their nursery.
This morning, Leena was not on such high standing duty. She was a maid for a wealthy Indian couple living in a rich estate on the outskirt of Birmingham. Leena had read a job proposition in her newspaper : Indian couple looking for a maid. They were searching for someone to clean the house, wash dishes, clean and iron clothes, prepare food and serve at dinners or parties. It was a part time job, usually four hours a day.
Leena had applied for the job and had been hired initially for a one month test period. She had told them that she was married with an Englishman, that she had previously served for other Indian people with certificates given by Kyrhan and his wife, that her duty hours could change as she pretended her husband had varying work hours. Her prospective employer surmised that he had several small jobs and they thought that gave them an edge on her. They would never know that she was, most likely, more well to do than themselves. Leena told them even that her real name was Linda but she had been nicknamed Leena by her former employer, prince Kyrhan, who also ordered her to wear sarees when she was working. Mrs Dalyah Rabintha, the wife of her employer, was surprised she had worked for such an important man. She felt compelled to tell Leena that she would have to wear sarees during her service too and call them Mister and mistress.
Leena had told her employer the day before when she would be available. She put on an old saree. Her own chauffeur had been told she did not want to wear ostentatious garments among poor people. He dropped her in a slum suburb and she waited patiently for her employer to fetch her. She first saluted Dalyah who checked her outfit was clean and she had showered. It was rather humiliating as was the constant supervision of her work. Dalyah made her change into a drab black saree with a black choli. She was to wear her saree to the waist, covering as much as possible, with her pallu the expanses of flesh of her belly. She received her orders in Hindi and replied in kind. Her employer was using her as if she was a low caste servant in India, just better than a Dalit.
Fortunately, Dalyah always left for her club in the late morning. Leena remained to serve food to her husband when he came back. Mr Rabintha had given her equally strict orders. As soon as his wife had vacated the premises, Leena had to put on a violet satin saree with a matching choli, bangles on her arms, heavy ornamented gold earrings and a jewel hanging on her forehead with an intricate necklace following traditional Indian customs. She would greet him with a formal Namaste and lead him to the dining room, usually with customers or work colleagues. She would remain standing, ready to serve food or drinks or cater to every need they would express. Leena was usually complimented for the perfection of her service and the quality of the food she prepared for them. That reminded her of the first steps of her training when she was so clumsy that she could not prepare properly scrambled eggs with fried bacon.
Once, one of the friends of Mr Rabintha took his glass while Leena was filling it. Some droplets were spilled on the tablecloth. It was not her fault at all but her employer made a terrible fuss about it. He decided to punish her on the spot. He ordered Leena to lie on his lap. He pushed up her saree and her petticoat, exposing her nylon panties. He let his friends enjoy the view before pulling down the panties to her ankles, letting his friends discover the fine globes of her bottom. She faked absolute embarrassment although she relished every moment of it. Being so totally exposed to the view of several Indian men was a major turn on for her. Her employer told them that she was an English woman working for Indian bosses. She had to learn Hindi and agree to receive orders from them without reservations. Following his ideas, many Europeans were longing to be owned by superior Indians. Leena perfectly knew it was true at least for herself. Mr Rabintha continued :
- If I ordered her to suck each of you now, she would comply in fear to be thrown out without wages. IsnÕt it so, slut?
- Yes, master. I really need these wages. I will abide to your orders
- Perfect. From now on, you will not wear any panties under your petticoat in this house and I will use your cunt or your mouth every day when my wife is not there. Be quiet, I will use a condom. I would not risk catching a disease from you and even less procuring you a bastard for the care of which you could sue me.
Mr Rabintha proceeded then to the punishment he had intended : a severe spanking first with his hand then, when it began to hurt, with the sole of his shoe. Leena shrieked, moaned, cried and finally screamed as her bottom changed color from pale white to pink then red and finally to violet.
- Ah, you needed such a good spanking. For your next error, I will use a strap and if the need arises, my belt or an old fashion cane. You have better take care of your service.
- I will, Master. May I retire?
- You stupid wench! Do you think that a punishment for an incompetent maid is limited to a mere spanking? Now I will ass fuck you as your legitimate owner and my two colleagues will double team you.
Leena protested and was told to shut up. It was a token protest as Kyrhan had often used her back passage every time she went to visit him in India or he came to London. She was perfectly reamed and she loved being buggered. Mr Rabintha had a medium size cock, about the same as Dan but much less impressive than Kyrhan. She clenched her anal sphincter, cried somewhat and at the end screamed quite loud when his cock invaded her bottom triumphantly in order to offer him some resistance and let him think he was taking her anal cherry. Her ploy succeeded completely and her employer told his friends to take care not to hurt her anymore after he had filled her bowels with his hot seed. For this time, he had not bothered to put on a condom.
His friends were more cautious. They put on condoms and made her lie on a low table on her back with her head hanging freely. They made her part her legs widely to allow one of them an easy access to her cunt. The other man presented his cock to her open mouth. With her head hanging from the edge of the table, her throat was perfectly aligned with his cock. He just pushed in until he was swallowed to the hilt into her eager mouth with the tip of his cock deep past her tonsils. They rapidly reached the proper tempo and alternated their penetrations. The man in her cunt exploded in his condom. She felt it becoming warm and swollen when the other man reached his own climax triggering hers. They paused for a few minutes before pulling back their cocks, changing their condoms and exchanging their places for a second round with Leena.
