Indian Spice

The scent of flowers filled the air from thousands of petals picked daily and placed throughout the building.

The closer I got to my destination the more I felt nervous. My flesh tingled and under my Sari, I could feel my flower watering in anticipation.

"We are here." Maya said stopping outside two large ornate doors.

I gave a nervous smile and thought back to the first time my husband had required carnal knowledge of me. A rather staid affair of him telling me it was time and instructing me to sit.

This would be a much more elaborate affair and I hoped far more satisfying.

The doors swung open, drawn aside by two servant girls and I followed Maya inside. Behind us, the doors closed with a softness that belied their weight. The girls now on the outside.

Such an opulent room. Even more ornate than the one Maya had taken me to when she had initiated me into lovemaking.

Colossal ornate windows lined the wall bathing the large space in brilliant sunshine.

I stood as I had been told while Maya said something in Punjabi to another servant girl preparing tea at the side before taking over her activities. The young girl left through another, smaller door without making eye contact with me.

The Maharaja was everything his picture had suggested. Everything promised by that once-only glimpse of him I'd had at the Garrison party. Tall, majestic. He had the muscle tone of a warrior and the face of, dare I say it, a lover.

This was the man who would shortly take my earthly flesh in his hands and enter my cunny with his staff. My knees weakened and I felt the prickle of goosebumps rising on my arms.

"Rayne. Such a lovely name." He spoke with perfect English as he circled me I felt myself shake all over as you do on that first day at a new school.

"Please, sit."

He led me to an arrangement of large cushions and I lowered myself to sit next to him."

I glanced to Maya still busy with the tea. What was that? A sleight of hand I almost missed Had she added something?

Maya realised I had seen.

"A local spice that will help you relax. I doesn't spoil the tea, it's almost tasteless." She smiled.

I took the cup offered to me and without questioning it any further I sipped the hot liquid.

"You are exquisite. The skin of fine porcelain and hair the colour of the golden sun."

I blushed at his attention as a hand brushed over my curls.

"Thank you."

The Maharaja stoked my cheek, trailing his fingers over my neck and around my throat.

Somehow the Sari came loose and fell away exposing my globes. At that moment I realised he was the first man who had seen them. George had only gripped them through clothing, never laying his eyes on them. An undignified groping that had none of the arousing tenderness of Maya's touch. And now the Maharaja himself would shortly enjoy their splendour and delight me with his attention.

My breath shuddered as I let him feast his eyes. Ruby tips hardened and pointed out sharply. A moment later he was suckling like a baby as I sat looking down at him. His mouth gently encompassed and drew in the flesh of my breast as his lips massaged the soft meat around my nip. A hand cupped the mound and tested its firmness. Tendrils of bliss spread out over my skin and excited every part of my being.

"Mmm." I gasped.

A gentler, female hand joined in kneading my other globe as I felt the Maharaja's tongue play with the pert little button topping the first between his teeth.

"Oh my God." I was shaking, almost unable to breathe.

His hand pushed away the rest of my clothing and I found myself laid back as his palm circled amongst my sable fur. Juices leaked from me which he collected and spread over my inner thighs and bush, soaking me in my own fluids.

"Uhh."

A hand laid on my cheek and turned my face to an almost forgotten Maya. She planted her mouth on mine and I opened up accepting her searching tongue.

Hands caressed me all over, exciting every inch of my skin. Time passed as though stretched out into an eternity. Fingers invaded by most private place. Others peeled back its fleshy entrance. My fruits became Maya's focus as the Maharaja replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Never had the fire burned so fiercely inside my belly as it did now.

"Uhhh. Don't stop."

It seemed to go on and on, holding me on a plateau of unbelievable joy. Eventually, he did stop. But not before I had been taken by my first la petite mort. The little death of orgasm.

"Oh, god." I gasped in my absolute delight.

The Maharaja stood and removed his clothing letting my eyes savour his physic. He was an artwork worthy of his own image being on that wall of education. Sculptured muscles that rippled with each movement under taut youthful skin.

But it was his staff that held my attention.

It was bigger than Daksh's. Both longer and thicker. I couldn't really know but I was confident George had also been much smaller.

I realised I was expected to excite it with my mouth. I feared it. It's size, how it would taste, how far into my throat he would thrust it.

This was something that Maya had not been able to instruct me in by demonstration. But she had explained what I should do in detail.

I moved closer, intent on pleasing my master. Tentatively my lips closed over his crown finding it slick with his fluids. Salty, thicker than Maya's nectar with a more acrid taste. Not unpleasant by far. I rode my lips down his shaft, feeling the smooth head slide over my tongue until it threatened to invade my throat and choke me. I pulled back before I gagged and positioned myself over his legs before taking more of it.

Behind me, Maya worked her magic on my cunny and the sheer delight of her fingers inside me powered the desire of my mouth. I worked him, gripping his staff with my lips to imitate the feel of my hole.

The maharaja lay back, relaxing into my actions. He shuddered under my touch and I could feel the hotness of his hard staff. This was the delight that Nisha had brought to her husband and now I was bringing it to my new master. My head span with delirium as though an administered drug had weakened my natural reticence. I was both a servant and master in that moment.

And all the while Maya found new places with which to send shivers up my spine.

"Delightful." He muttered.

I felt even more excitement at the knowledge I was pleasing him. I let my lips continue giving him delight as I became more confident. My hands instead explored his limbs, brushing through the short coarse hair that covered his thighs up into the thicket surrounding his root. I found his whirligigs. Ovoids that rolled under my palm in their wrinkled pouch.

All the while, Maya teased my cunny from behind. Fingers and tongue caressing it and the little ring just above.

"Mmm."

When he entered me it was like my first time all over again. He filled me in a way George never had. His bare body against mine was so much more pleasing than the clothed fumbling I'd known with my husband.

His pumps into me came faster and deeper and I cried out.

"Oh. Yes. Yes."

I thought I should say something original but my head swam and only gasps and more utterances of "Yes" came.

My legs were forced wide at the hips to accommodate him until they hurt. The pain was just another glorious aspect of this... this... fucking. A word I would be horrified to hear myself use in normal company but as with Maya it seemed appropriate for that was what was happening to me. I was being fucked.

"Oh my God. Yes.

Fuck me."

The understanding of my situation just made me wilder. My fingers gripped his shoulders, nails crawling at his flesh as the pressure and heat built within me at each thrust.

My head was in Maya's lap as the Maharaja took his please of me. Her hands stroked over my shoulders, down around my fruits and up over burning nubs.

The moment came with the impact of running into a wall.

"Fuuck."

I bucked under him. My body possessed by a higher power. My skin tingled, sensing every brush of flesh against it. Both his and Maya's still caressing hands.

I think I lost consciousness for a moment as I became just a toy impaled on his instrument of delight.

He withdrew from me with an urgency, scrambling over the top of me, thrusting his staff into my mouth for a second time. Almost immediately I found myself hit by his warm gush. It run over my tongue towards my throat. More followed from the hot twitching shaft and I swallowed instinctively.

I knew it couldn't be more than a small amount. Anything else would have been unnatural. But in that instant, it felt like a torrent of hot lava forcing its way down my throat. I choked and he withdrew.

As I gathered myself Maya had my face in hers, licking away the excess of his seed, then invading my mouth to share the saline mixture that remained there.

I gasped for air as though I would die when she released me.

To my side, Maya planted herself on the Maharaja's still firm shaft and now proceeded to ride him like a stallion. Her long black hair flayed out around her sweating face and her small fruits bounced against her chest.

I had a clear view of where he entered her and with wide eyes I stared at the connection of their two bodies.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."

On it went with a ferociousness, an animalistic lack of control I'd never seen her gripped by. Sweat dripped from her dusky skin and the dark points of her fruits seemed harder than I'd ever seen them. Then it came. That moment of pleasure stinging her, breaking her rhythmic stride.

"Yes."

She swayed, almost losing balance as she tried to service her master to his final moment.

The Maharaja lifted her and jerked his hips under her. I saw his staff clearly, thrusting into her again and again. The glazed look of his eyes told me he was delivering more of his pearly shower deep inside her.

"Ahhh."

The tension left his body and he went limp under his slumped princess as she gasped to feed her hungry body with life-giving oxygen.

I was weak as I walked back to the purdah. But I was also elated. I'd passed what I felt was a test. I had satisfied the Maharaja. And as importantly, I had been satisfied. I'd felt joy and delight such as I hadn't believed possible. I had been 'fucked' I reminded myself. Whatever my late husband had done to me, he had never truly fucked me. That I knew with a certainty.

"Now you understand fully what it is to give yourself, mind and soul, to a man. What it is to enjoy that pleasure god has bestowed upon you which your church would deny you."

The truth of Maya's words was inescapable. Men who said they spoke with the authority of god did deny women the pleasures of the flesh. But why would god give us passage to such joy only to punish us for wishing to experience it?

"Yes. I do. Thank you."

I no longer saw it as a sin. More a celebration of unity and love.

The others were watching as we returned to the chambers of Purdah. Eyes looking on approvingly as though I was truly now one of the family. I felt elated.

NINE

The next afternoon I was both surprised and delighted to be summoned by the Maharaja a second time. I was thankful as the fire had burned inside me all morning to the point that in Maya's absence, I'd finally considered approaching one of the other concubines to help release me from my agony.

The maharaja's rooms were as before, except this time rose petals had been sprinkled on the floor where I walked. My guiding servant didn't enter and we were alone immediately.

The object of my desire sat majestically on his bed of cushions where he and Maya had taken me previously. Only a wrap covered his lower body and I was greeted by his masculine physique.

"Come and stand before me my beautiful rose." He said in almost perfect English.

"It is delightful to have an English girl join our family."

The Maharaja took a piece of peeled fruit from a bowl and put it in his mouth. It was sensuous to watch.

"I'm here to please."

Words that just a few weeks ago, I'd never dreamt would come so easily. I was a concubine. That was my purpose and there was little point in denying it. A willing concubine I reminded myself who sought as much from this arrangement as he himself did.

The Maharaja smiled warmly.

"I hope I please you."

"You do."

"And Maya? Does she also please you?"

I shook, unsure if my knees would hold my weight. All my strength had deserted me, rushing to the furnace between my legs.

"She does. Very much so."

"Then I am pleased.

Now come. Let me see you. I wish to feast my eyes on your exquisite body once more."

I knew I was blushing as I unwrapped myself from the sari and let it fall to the floor behind me. He was my master now. If he desired to look upon me, then I desired to allow him.

"So pale. Like a delicate porcelain. Your hair is as the gold mined from the mountains, or a golden ray of sunshine. And you have eyes as blue as the sky itself."

He stared a while longer and for a moment I felt my naked beauty held power over him.

"Turn around."

I did as instructed, feeling his eyes as a caress of my thighs and my buttocks. I had never been so admired.

"Enough. Now sit with me."

I did as he said, trying hard to portray the same confidence that Maya showed. I fought the desire to just run my hands over his chest before he initiated our intimacy. There was no doubt that I wanted him.

Maya had made clear there were rules to love-making. The Maharaja was the master. It was his place to lead and mine to follow. But he also had a duty to please in return. I was certain there would be no question of that.

Leaning forward he took a piece of fruit from the bowl and drew a line under my bosom with it, that left me quivering, then up around my aching nip. I shuddered even more and allowed my eyes to close.

"Mmm uh."

He squeezed the fruit and I felt its juice dribble and run over my mound. I could sense it cooling my flesh as at the same time it added coal to my inner fire. Then his mouth encompassed my ruby topping.

"Uhh."

My hand went instinctively to his thick dark hair, caressing the back of his head until he finished his delightful suckling of me.

He pushed more of the fruit between my lips and I chewed, tasting mango.

"There is no greater pleasure than fresh fruit."

I wondered if he referred to the mango or myself.

He took more in his hand and I lay back on his bed of cushions, letting him squeeze the cool fruit juice onto me. It tricked over my belly and into my notch. His tongue followed licking it from my belly button, then lower, between my thighs.

"Uhh."

My head swooned.

"So much sweeter when taken with womanly flesh."

"Oh my God."

He'd found my cunny. Pushing my legs wider with a gentle firmness he buried his face in my spring moss and pushed his tongue deep inside me. My nectar and mango juice mixed in a cocktail that delighted his senses.

Now I braved myself and sought out his staff, eager to quench my thirst with his creamy ejaculation. I found it standing proud, dancing for my attention and with some enthusiasm I held it, stroking it back and forth before I was driven to take it between my lips.

"Oh, my little English lady. You do that so well."

I took pride in his words. That I would have been disgusted to the point of vomiting just a few weeks ago at the thought of doing such a thing, I was now eager and felt that it was becoming a talent.

Up and down his sinuous member I rode my lips while my tongue circled his deep purple crown. It was hard and hot and responded to my actions with tiny jumps that rubbed against the roof of my mouth. My master groaned with the attention but never forgot that my own fruitful alley also required sustenance.

I found myself lying along him as we squirmed our parts into each other's faces, covering ourselves in a mixture of sweat, oozing fluids and mango juice. It was wonderful, both feeding and easing the inferno that sat below my womb. It smouldered eternally like an underground coal-seam fire.

We rolled and I was pinned under his weight, his hips now thrusting himself into my throat.

I swallowed his creamy gush as soon as it filled my mouth and gave a muffled cry as my moment came.

"Mmmmm."

My thighs gripped the Maharaja's head as I bucked like a wild horse against his sweet mouth. Still, he devoured me until I was unable to take any more. I struggled free.

"Sorry." I said fearful I might have displeased him.

"Don't be.

When the body rebels then I know you have experienced all that I have to give."

He stroked my leg and took more mango. Some he pushed between my parted lips before eating more himself.

"Have you given any thought to what you will do here? How you will occupy your time?"

I must admit I hadn't.

"Perhaps music." He suggested.

I laughed.

"I'm afraid I'm not particularly musical.

I could teach the children about England?"

That suggestion pleased him greatly.

"And improve their use of the language. It's especially important that boys can converse in English."

I could see how that would be.

"Then yes. I will teach English."

"Very good.

Now come. We have had time to recover and I have to teach you more of the art of love. Let us try another position."

I was a little apprehensive as he manoeuvred and positioned me like a mannequin. I couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl which seemed to please him.

I found myself sitting facing the sculptured features of my master, over legs folded beneath him. Dark eyes that twinkled with kindness and warmth studied me intently. His hands gripped my hips and looking down I saw his staff press at the entrance to my whore pipe. A hardness subtly depressing the puffy swelling hidden under my small golden thatch.

"Oh my."

In the bright sunlight, our juices gleamed and sparkled on our fur like stars.

My legs were pushed wide around his hips as he moved closer, pulling me onto his instrument of love as though I were a glove to be worn.

"Uhh."

Fixated, I saw my flower part, sliding around his penetration of me. Wet delicate flesh that glided over a rod of Indian steel, and below what I can only describe as two tiny quail eggs jiggled in a purse of loose skin.

"Now rock your hips."

I lifted my head and stared into his eyes as I did as instructed. Immediately I felt pleasure. My pipe gripped him all of its own as I rode along his shaft.

"Slow and long." He said.

I pressed to the base of his root until our fur mingled, then twisting my hips I swivelled back until only his tip remained inside me.

"Uhh."

Then back down as he filled me again. I felt complete as never before.

The Maharaja closed the space between us until my tips brushed the hairs of his chest. His lips closed around mine and we explored mouths where our nectars still lingered.

I wanted to taste him, to taste myself on him. I wanted to be at one with him, to have him absorb my very being. All the while I kept up the movement of my pelvis.

I rode my master with increasing vigour, unable to hold myself back until I broke free of his face to gasp for air.

"Uhh. Uhh. Uhh."

I swear under oath he had become harder as I burned around him.

"Aww. God."

I trembled from head to toe then bliss flooded me, wiping all thoughts from my head.

"Mmmmmm."

His gush filled me, squeezing free of us as I continued to thrust myself along his staff several times more.

The Maharaja put his arms around me and held me tight while my body jerked with tiny earthquakes I was unable to control.

"This is how it will always be." He said.

"I will love you with all my body and spirit as will Maya and all of your sisters in Purdah. One big family."

It seemed strange having a conversation as I sat astride him with his stiff sinew still filling me.