After Peter had publicly announced his home staff that his wife Leena was a submissive and that the Indian girl most of them had enjoyed so often was their mistress wearing just a skin pigment, the atmosphere had dramatically changed. The previous austere formality had vanished. Leena was now considered basically as just another staff member, a maid especially attached to Peter's service. The butler's prejudice against white women had crumbled as he had had a living proof that they could be as resilient, as friendly, as sexy and as good a fuck toy as any Indian girl.
Peter now informed him when he left for a few days, letting him organize Leena's work schedule, between house chores, shopping to replenish the larder, sexual servicing of the house staff and the men and women the butler pimped her to and the time spent with Gupta, her green grocer. Gupta had resented being told to abandon even the idea of castrating Peter. He still advocated that Leena would have been more available for him and Peter more focused on his main job : providing money for the whole household.
To speed up the process of preparing his field for new crops (salads, radishes, lambs lettuce), Gupta had bought a bigger three furrows plough. He showed it to Peter and Leena.
- Look, slut, I've made big expenses for you. With this bigger plough, you should be able to do the same work in half the time. I've been looking for another field as secluded as this one.
- But, Master it's just too heavy for me to pull it!
- You're right. Therefore I will use Peter for additional strength. I'll harness him with you in front.
It was nonetheless hard work for both of them and Gupta often had plenty of opportunity to whip them to have the work done. To make the whip lashes more painful, he had them pulling the plough stark naked for his enjoyment. He started by lathering Leena's body completely, spreading sun lotion along her ass crack and making it deep into her cunt and ass with his fingers. Peter had to cream his body himself with no help even from his wife. Gupta could easily have made them to work alongside but he was a shrewd bastard. With this arrangement, he was able when he fancied to stop the team, position himself just behind Leena's defenseless hind quarters and fuck her cunt or ass at will without even unhitching her, just inches in front of her hubbie who could just watch and listen to the noises his beloved wife was producing as she was fucked mercilessly by the little man. Peter had a direct view on Gupta's ass crack as he was humping hard Leena. It was just another humiliation for him. Gupta also poured continuously lewd contemptuous comments on him.
- You see, cuckold, this way, I can fuck your slut wife whenever I decide so. Maybe, you will learn how to adequately pleasure a woman, by watching me that closely!
- Yes, Master, I will try my best!
- It's a pity that Mistress Preeti and myself don't intend to let you ever fuck your wife again. The right place for the sperm of such a lowly cuckold like you is in the toilets bowl but not inside his wife's, or any woman's for that matter, quim!
- You're right, Master!
When they had finished their day work, Gupta hosed them down, aiming occasionally the direct jet of water on Leena's ass hole. She felt then as if a column of solid water forced its way into her arse. It was a moment of intense bliss, submissive bliss but mind blowing pleasure nevertheless. Gupta then carefully soaped Leena'body, insisting on her quim, breasts and ass again. Afterwards, he usually made her put on a saree or a ghagra directly on her wet body, with just a thread around her waist and no petticoat underneath, just to make her look sexier. He often took them to a dancing hall and bar not very far from his shop with plenty of Indian customers. There, he always chose a table and sat on a padded armchair, offering a mere stool to Leena and ordering Peter to stay standing at the bar with a glass of tap water while he sipped an Indian beer.
He usually danced several times with Leena who was a very good dancer before letting other men and occasionally women dance with her. He had never made any objections when her partners grabbed her ass cheeks above her saree or snaked their hands under her choli. When their caresses got more intimate, he proposed the guys to move to a little used billiard room. He usually yelled for Peter, telling him with a loud voice in order to be heard throughout the hall.
- Hey, cuckold! Some of these guys developed a hard on watching your slut wife being manhandled on the dance floor. She is going to satisfy their appetites. You'll remain at the door asking for people if they want to fuck your wife inside. When her holes will be too messy, we will let you in and you'll have to lick your wife clean. You're not to swallow the spunk but transfer it to your wife's mouth. A lowly cuckold like you is not worthy of keeping superior men's jizzm in his stomach, don't you think so, cuckold?
- You're certainly right again, master!
Such events attracted quite a few Indian men from the neighborhood. It wasn't unusual for Leena to service more than twenty (but once up to fifty for the last Holî feast) men : Indian, Bengali, Sri Lankan or Pakis alike and Peter was called four times or more to clean his wife. He had to perform under the sarcastic comments of the men present in the room and, among them of Gupta. The most difficult for him was that watching his dear wife covered with strangers' cum gave him immediately a raging hard on. He would have loved finding a release by fucking Leena but Gupta would have stopped him immediately. He had to stay with his achingly bulging and very full balls until he came back home.
Gupta was very suspicious, for good reasons but he couldn't be sure of it, that Preeti was so lenient with Peter that she allowed him to fuck his wife as soon as Gupta had left them in the entrance of their house. To prevent her as completely as he could, to take care of his prick during the travel, he had imagined making him travel in the car trunk and her in the cabin with him. He would depose him at the backdoor service entrance before accompanying her one hour later to the main door. In the interval, he drove her to some ill lit zone in the outskirts of the town and fuck her on the car hood. If Peter wasn't allowed to fuck his wife, Gupta was by all means! When he arrived to deliver him, he rung the entrance bell and asked to meet Preeti, reminding her each time to keep them afar from one another. He could have very sophisticated manners if he decided so.
One evening, he presented a very special demand to Preeti.
- I would need your help, Mistress Preeti, if you could find it possible!
- If I can do whatever you want, my dear Gupta, my help is obviously granted. How can I help you?
- I've told you that I'm looking for a larger piece of land to increase my local bio vegetable production. As I want Leena and Peter to remain the only work force on my estate, I need high walls and no nearby high rise building so that I can keep them naked. I've just found the suitable place but the owner wants when the contract is signed that I provide some pretty ass chick to make the sale. He is fat and ugly but I thought that Leena could do the job!
- It'll be my pleasure, Gupta. Leena has a crush on handsome, muscular superior Indian men but she must learn that some men don't meet her high standards and she'll be expected to service them, nevertheless! More over, as she is a submissive, I should keep the most handsome men for my own needs and let her take care of the old, weak or ugly ones and of course the lowest castes men!
- You're very obliging, mistress Preeti.
- How will you want her? Indian or European clothes, formal, sexy or really wanton dress?
- I would like to surprise him. He is a Paki from an Afghan border tribe. I had an idea about Leena's most suitable outfit. . .
One week later, Gupta had come to fetch Leena. To arrive in style, he had stayed with Leena in the back of his car and Peter had driven them, wearing a chauffeur cap. When he stopped the car, he jumped out of it and opened Gupta's door. The little green grocer turned to help Leena out of the car. She really needed his help to climb out of the car. He had made her put on a garment type she had never worn in all her life. She even very rarely had seen it in the streets in England and it surely attracted attention on the street sidewalk. She had already found that her vision was terribly impaired and she really needed to be accompanied everywhere. She was wearing an Afghan Burqah, some sort of loose phantom suit with a cloth in front of her eyes for a very limited vision through the material. There was a second layer that could be added, plunging her into complete darkness and forcing her to be led in the street by her husband or a guard but Gupta had not requested her to put it on. The common Burqah are in blue color but hers was black, marking her as a Shiite woman.
Leena followed obediently Gupta to the door. He rang and the door opened in front of them. The owner was surprised and puzzled to discover that woman in such unusual outfit. He had expected to discover some fine looking whore and not a mysterious heap of drab cloth. He led them to his office.
