Cindy Biggs, the archaeologist who had studied the swan statue discovered in prince Kyrhan's palace was back in front of him.
- Mrs Biggs, I must apologize for my rude behavior when you presented us the results of your investigations. I was horrified to discover that my ancestors had such horrible mores.
- It was the custom at that time. No use to fret about it four centuries later! That is just History.
- Maybe but I had been presented when I was a child a much idealized view quite far from what you told us. Would you agree to start again your presentation?
- No problem, and at any time. I have my text and photographs on my laptop. Will your niece and your French friend attend too?
- No, they are back to France. Only my wife Kira and myself will listen to you. Kira will fly to France in a week. So if you could come to the palace in the next days, it would be perfect! The Princess will be pleased if you agreed to stay in our apartments for a few days. We have now several vacant rooms for guests, as you know.
- Thank you, Prince, it will be a pleasure.
Cindy noted that presenting apologies to a woman of lower status such as herself was no mean fact in a country where men were extremely proud. That convinced her to agree although she had sworn she would never go to the palace again. Three days later, Cindy was presenting again her results. This time, Kyrhan did not interrupt her. His eyes were continuously centered on Kira while she was leaning her head on his shoulder. Cindy felt they were deeply in love together. That was sufficient to antagonize her against them. Her own marriage had not lasted three years while Kyrhan's was now five years old and she had seen herself how deep their love was.
- A few last informations about the swan. It has been modified several times. Perhaps you have noticed what looks like a door in the back.
- Yes, I wondered about its use.
- Winters are occasionally cold on the first slopes of the Himalaya. There is a built in stove that keeps the swan warm even if temperature drops under freezing. Not enough to burn or even get uncomfortable but just enough to get warm during a winter night, at least enough to keep the culprit alive during the night.
- So the swan had been used initially for executions in public view!
- Most certainly. . .
Cindy remained a few days at the palace. Kira saluted her before her departure to France. Cindy had found a few good reasons to remain alone with Kyrhan.
After dinner, the first night, she announced that she would shower before going to bed. In reality, she hid herself in a small cabinet in the Prince's bathroom that was never locked. She waited patiently until, at last, Kyrhan entered to shower, too. Cindy wanted to watch him. She had developed a fascination for him since their first meeting, several months before. He was much older than herself but he was still a very handsome and well built man with bulging muscles on his torso, legs, thighs and arms, not a culturist but a man who exercised daily. To watch his muscles work while he soaped, then rinsed himself was a huge turn on for the sex starved woman.
But what most interested Cindy was, for sure, his magnificent cock. In her limited experience, she had never seen a cock as long, as thick, as beautiful in one word as what Kyrhan sported between his legs. It was for the time being quite flaccid but in her mind, she imagined it fully aroused, even more magnificent. Her pussy convulsed madly, although she had not even touched herself. She imagined herself sitting on the bathroom sink, waiting for his pleasure with wide open legs and thighs, her cunt oozing with love juices in anticipation, ready to be stretched wide when he rammed his cock into her.
Since she had arrived in India, after she had obtained her degree, Cindy had lusted after Indian men. She had always been convinced that true Indian men had gigantic cocks with tremendous stamina that could keep them hard for hours. Her previous experiences had not discouraged her and she had been right : Prince Kyrhan was exactly the man of her dreams. She brushed her lips with her tongue. She wanted him now, in her mouth, her cunt and her ass. She really needed him. She already imagined him pushing his ramrod in her mouth, stretching it to impossible limits, then opening her cunt wide enough to receive his fist with just a scream of ecstasy, of pure lust before he filled her back passage with his glorious meat. In her frenzy, she did not anticipate any problems with herself being unable to receive him in any of her holes.
Cindy must have several mental disorders as on one side she saw Indian men as the paragon of male men while she considered blonde European women, especially women of English origin such as herself as the most beautiful women on Earth. She was totally sure that if she stepped out from the cabinet, Kyrhan would immediately get enthralled by her beauty and she would instantly take the place of Kira, a mere Indian woman with darker complexion, a lower quality woman in her view.
Kyrhan was now pulling back his prepuce just to clean it. Cindy clenched her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in delight. In her mad mind, he was offering his cock to her eager eyes to prepare their imminent mating. He was the God of sex about to meet herself, the goddess of love, Venus. Her hands slid down of their own will to the hem of her long skirts then up to her panties which were already dripping. Her hands passed the elastic band. With her left hand, she pushed two fingers inside her while her right index targeted her clit and massaged it feverishly.
Cindy had now lost any contacts with reality. She did not try any more to conceal her presence there. Fortunately, the noise of the shower prevented Kyrhan to hear anything. She felt her climax build up deep in her belly. She kept her eyes fixed on him while waves after waves swept through her body and mind. Her orgasm was breathtaking. Her cunt was dripping and soaking her hand profusely. She leaned against the wall with her fingers deeply embedded in her clamped pussy. She had closed her eyes. When she opened them, Kyrhan had vacated the bathroom and belly dance music could be heard through his bedroom door. He must be watching a DVD of Kira dancing at some belly dancing event in Cairo or Beyrouth. Cindy felt angry : the prince has not been overcome by her sex appeal as she had expected and he still had this old trollop in his mind. She would have to fight harder to become the new princess of this palace.
During the dinner of the next day, Cindy became even more frustrated when Kyrhan enquired quite politely about the advancement of her additional studies on the swan. She decided to stab the stubborn prince Kyrhan by offering herself to him. As he used to take his shower between ten and eleven PM every evening, Cindy decided to wait for him in the bathroom in the position she had imagined.
When Kyrhan entered the bathroom, he froze as soon as he switched on the light. Cindy was perched on the sink. She was wearing a black satin bath-robe with gold embroidery that suited perfectly her blonde hair. The robe was wide open to display her half melon breasts with already stiff nipples, her flat tummy with a navel adorned with a diamond piercing, her long legs glittering with gold spray. One of her hands rested quietly on her mound with a finger nibbling her clit to draw Kyrhan's attention toward her overtly displayed cunt. Cindy was very proud of her thick blond bush she trimmed regularly to a heart shape. Her occasional lovers always praised it. She had kept her black patent stilettos. This evening, Cindy was dressed to kill.
Kyrhan was no man to abandon the field to a woman who offered herself so completely to him. He did not comment on her presence nor on the clothes that she was wearing. Cindy was really a pretty young woman, the blonde wet dream of many men. That did not preclude him from getting uneasy in her presence. Kyrhan was too bold not to seize the opportunity when it was so patently offered. He advanced and placed himself just between Cindy's legs without even uttering a word
Cindy's eyes focused onto his cock! At short distance, she realized how big Kyrhan was. Her cunt began to flow immediately while her mouth gaped open in surprise. She groaned :
- Oh, My god!
How Kira could accommodate such a big piece of meat? Kyrhan's cock was growing even more in front of her eyes. It was now fully erect, nibbling her navel with its tip, proudly defying the gravity. His engorged balls were nearly the size of a tennis ball. Kyrhan could easily have figured in a porno movie. Her pussy was yearning to be touched, teased, stretched, penetrated and finally fucked by this glorious love tool. Her fright of being ripped open was the only thing that prevented her of summoning him to push his cock deep inside her pussy at once. In this somewhat isolated part of India, AIDS was still a rare illness, not a real threat. Kyrhan or Kira would be more at risk if they fucked bareback in Europe or in the States.
Cindy's finger was, unbeknownst to her, actively frigging her clit. Its ministrations triggered a shattering orgasm. She moaned and nearly fainted just inches from Kyrhan. Her cunt was smeared with sticky love juices oozing between her swollen pussy lips. Kyrhan stepped forward, stroking his cock. He bent forward to take her elongated nipple in his mouth, nibbling it gently with his teeth. Cindy reacted by parting her legs even more and moaning incoherent words.
Kyrhan did not enter her completely, just rubbing his cock up and down her pussy, not pushing it in. His continuous teasing of Cindy's clit was completely new for her. Never her husband, nor the lovers she received in her bed had ever tried to rub the tip of their cocks so pleasantly against her clit. She was about to come in just a few minutes. The wetness of her cunt allowed the cock to slide in very easily. Kyrhan wiggled his hips to increase her pleasure. He was really a very good lover, the kind every woman would love to welcome in her bed, in her life. Cindy now understood why a pretty woman such as Kira had agreed to marry a man maybe thirty years older than her. She may be even younger, herself but she was already planning to marry this man as soon as she would have replaced Kira in his heart and his palace : a quick divorce and Kira would be expelled from the palace with her offspring.
- Oh, My god! It feels so good! Continue, please. . .
- Your cunt is so hot and wet. I never thought an archaeologist. . .
