Have Riya prepare her 'Mistress'

“Sahib,” Riya's hands come together like she's praying, and she bows her head. “Please do not be angry, the Mistress is very afraid.” Alison lowers her head shyly, but I'm pretty sure I see the hint of a grin as she does her best to play the role of the troubled captive. “Mistress has only ever bedded her husband; she begs you to spare her this shameful fate.”

“Please, Lieutenant, I am a married woman.” Alison's expressive eyes lift just enough to peek at me through her bangs. “If you must sate your male lusts, my colored girl Riya has agreed to let you use her.” Alison looks at me with a mixture of contempt and derision as she let her biting words fly.

I imagine that in different times, the traitorous British officer might be more than a little tempted to fuck a pretty brown-skinned native girl like Riya, but not now that he has the Maharaja's favor.

“I'm the fucking Governer Muckety-muck of this whole squalid port, Mrs. Miller. If I wanted a brownie to screw, I could have fifty of them sent to my rooms tonight.” I pull the tails of my dress shirt out of my khakis as I speak. “I asked for you because I'm tired of dark meat. I haven't had a creamy-white puff like you to bang since I left Portsmouth.”

“Please, Sahib.” Riya chips in. “Mistress has only been with her husband the Captain; I can please you better than her.”

“That's all right my Dear.” I assure my prize as I pull off my shirt. “All you have to do is lay back and let me do all the work.” With my shirt off I softly brush her soft pale skin with my calloused fingers. “You'll have time enough to learn you new duties once I fill out my harem.” Alison's big eyes widen even more when she hears what my intentions for her are. I can just imagine what a young wife separated from her husband by the chaos of war might think if she heard that she was going to spend the next twenty years of her life as a sex toy for some sick old pervert.

“Please don't do this.” She brushes my hand off her thigh even as she twists away from me in a futile effort to hide her lovely young body. “This is a most wicked act.” Alison's voice rises a little in pitch when she feels my fingers sliding towards the soft warmth of her inner thigh. “Don't touch me!”

“Oh, I'm going to do much more than touch you, Mrs. Miller.” Before I reach my target, Riya interrupts softly.

“Sahib, may your humble servant speak?” I nod at her, curious to see where this is going. “Mistress needs to warm up before she can please a man of your power.” This time, it is Riya's brown fingers that are sliding along Alison's milky thigh. “May I prepare her for you?” I glance at Alison to gage her reaction. In the time we spent together we had had a couple different threesomes, but overall, the pretty coed is about as straight as they come. To my surprise I see her give just a hint of a nod. I wonder if it is the nature of the erotic scenario we are playing out, or if it is because of the bond between her and Riya. The two women are about as different as you can get, light and dark, different faiths, born worlds apart and even different socio-economic backgrounds, but in spite of all that they could be soul sisters.

“Well ... Hurry up then.” I grumble as I reach for my belt. “I've wanted to fuck this blonde beauty since I first saw her stepping down the gangplank onto the docks.”

I suspect that Alison is already pretty juicy, but watching Riya finger and tongue her labia is getting me harder even if it doesn't do much for her.

“Oh ... oh, Riya!” Alision's gasp of pleasure makes me wonder if my Indian exchange student has had experience with other girls if not boys. Maybe she's just naturally talented? It doesn't take me long to get the rest of the way undressed but by the time I'm ready, Alison is gripping Riya's long dark hair and her familiar pattern of moans tells me she's getting close to climaxing.