Raj 2 :: Indian Sex Stories

I’d taken Sutton, my Britisher, my Redcoat soldier, by the hand and led him to a soft bed of pillows, and we reclined together, scandalously together.

He proved a rarity of the British line, a true gentleman, no matter any facts of his birth, as he had yet to be disrespectful and attempt to take liberties with me, by hand or word, or rogue’s eye, despite my boldness of having him brought to my private apartments, and wearing what I wore.

Sweet fruit and fine wine were brought to us and soft music played upon the breeze from the open music balcony.

“Why...? Why, Great Lady, am I here?”

“Why do you call me that? ‘Great’?”

“You are.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. It’s self-evident to anyone who has eyes to see you.” Hm.

“You say that to all—.”

“NO. No, I don’t. I’ve never.”

“You’ve never loved? Or made love?” He blushed. “You blush? A man full grown? One of your British Majesty’s soldiers?”
“We were ordered very specifically not to take liberties with any ladies, especially any highborn lady.”

“For there are Ladies of India locked aside just for that privilege. Aren’t there?” He gravely sighed.

“Yes.”

“Do you love one of them, or many of—?”

“No, My Great Lady.”

“You lie.”

“I do not! I.… My friends were taking me.... Well, I shan’t say where, but we were stopped, for ‘a superior being was passing,’ as we were told. We laughed and waited to see this celestial deity come to earth.”

“Really? And whom, pray tell, did you see?” His gaze fell, before humbly meeting mine.