The Sharma's moving next door did not help. The mother was a heavy, lushly curved Hindu woman of exotic beauty. Not conventionally beautiful by western standards, she was too heavy, too dark, but she moved like a temple dancer, every move arching and sinuous, drawing the eyes to her curves, to her darkly lashed and wide captivating eyes and rich full sensuous lips. Her sons were as bad. Young hard muscled brown bodies always sporting and rough housing in the back yard across from her, usually shirtless. twin boys and their younger brother were like bronze sculptures of developing manhood, growing heavier bodied and hairy chested by degrees from boy to man like a progression of ascension into manhood. When did she start watching them as she masturbated? Her window looked over the back yard, and when she adjusted her horizontal blinds she could look down and see them sweating as they worked out and played in the sun. She began to play with her pale white breasts, teasing the pink nipples, so long ignored, and wonder how those dark strong hands would look as they closed around her 48GG breasts, how their dark lips would feel, if such raw and potent Indian manhood would be fired to take her powerfully as she had never experienced in all her listless years of marriage.

Her fingers dipped down into her panties, stroking the fine red hair that never grew thick enough to do more than highlight her needy sex, finally rubbing across her folds, already beginning to swell with desire as she watched the boys playing an endless game of keep away with the soccer ball in sweaty unconcern to how their bronze godlike bodies were enslaving the desire of the red headed banker, so long starved for the sight and touch of a real man. She drew down her panties and took up her magic wand. Beginning to caress her mound around, but not yet touching her sex. She would make herself wait, make herself desperate before she allowed herself the satisfaction of direct touch to her most private place. She took a dildo and raised it to her lips. She shopped online to find one the right colour and shape, dark like her neighbors, She clenched her magic wand between her thighs and began to slap herself in the face with the big rubber penis, imagining kneeling between those young Indian gods as they rubbed their cocks all over her, pulling her hair to make her suck first one, then the next. She grabbed her own hair and pulled her head back violently to cause her mouth to open, then began to plunge the dildo into her mouth, making herself gag on it.

She had often performed oral sex on her husband, but he would never look at her when she did it, always turning away. She had always felt herself less a woman because he couldn't even look at her when she made love to him or pleasured him. How she yearned to look into strong hungry eyes as she gave her love, how she wanted to be desired, to be taken for once, and not just offered to one who didn't care. She lapped at the shaft, and wished it had the attendant balls. How small and weak her own husbands had been, shaved hairless. Did Sitta Sharma's sons have tiny hairless sacks, or great heavy manly balls? She moaned as she pinched her nipples, wondering how those boys teeth would feel on her breasts, how her tongue would feel on their balls, how their heavy dark potency would feel in her mouth, or their seed would feel exploding in her long neglected white womb.

Sitta looked out her window as she did the dishes. Looking at her sons as they played ball she heard them laughing about the slut being at it again. She looked, and looking upward she could see through the blinds the red headed twit had opened the wrong way again, and saw the skinny cow uddered not-so-prim-and-proper-as-she-acts whore was masturbating again, while staring at her sons. Sitta had lost her husband to a work accident when his truck rolled over trying to avoid an accident on the highway. It had been years since she had felt his hard Hindu cock plowing her like she needed, and now she had to watch this too pretty white slut taunting her boys with her shameless self abuse> Sitta felt her own pussy soaking as she watched, wishing that selfish bitch could do something about the need she was awakening in Sitta, even though Sitta respected herself too much to give in to the addiction of self abuse as her neighbor Jan clearly had. Masturbating at all hours of the night, several times her sons and her noticed each night. To the point that she had caught each of her sons masturbating watching her. She was clearly becoming a threat to her sons, teaching them self abuse instead of a proper Hindu man's love of taking a woman's body with the power and grace the gods had given to their favoured sons above all other peoples.

This would have to stop. Sitta would see it. It was for her sons, it was for Jan herself, and if it was also for Sitta, well the gods rewarded those who did their work, did they not? Sitta took the laptop her youngest son had used to record the white slut's performance on and put on her shoes. It was time to address the harlot in her hall, end set matters right. It was her duty as a mother and a woman to end this.

Sitta wore a proper white dress, a mother's dress, like a proper woman. When Jan answered the door she was in a loose blue blouse that was buttoned wrong, her purple bra showing through, the nipples of her pale white breasts extending like signs of her whorish needs. She was flushed red, a sure sign of her sexual arousal and embarrassment. Without a proper husband to control her, in fact her former husband was barely a man at all, this poor unnatural white creature had forgotten what a woman was, how she should act, and what it was like to be taken as a woman should be taken, if indeed she had ever been properly taken.

Jan answered the door tentatively. "Sitta, hello. This isn't a good time, I was in the middle of something...." Jan trailed off as Sitta strode inside, putting the laptop on the table and opening it. Pushing play on the screen, she let the laptop video start as she turned to the white banker and cut loose with the anger she had been holding back for months.

"In the middle of playing with yourself, you dirty white slut, like you are always playing with yourself in front of my boys." Sitta spat angrily.

Jan protested "I would never!"

Sitta slapped her face, and pulled her by the red hair to the laptop screen to see a video of her masturbating as taken through the window she looked down to watch the boys.

"They film you masturbating while watching them, then they go abuse themselves, you are responsible for their being distracted from their school work in this their graduating year. How will they get good grades and good schools if you are parading like some cheap randee, some white whore, in front of them at all hours leaving them so frustrated they cannot think? You are hurting my boys, and I won't stand for it. It is time you were taught a lesson, time someone took your whorish white body and put it to proper use"

Jan pulled out her cellphone to call the police, believing a fight was about to break out, but she was far from the truth. In fact, Sitta intended not to harm her, but to heal her in ways she did not even know she was wounded.

Sitta reached out and tore Jan's mis-buttoned blouse open. Jan instinctively closed it with her hands, stopping her dialing. Sitta stepped into her, and Jan raised her hand to throw a slap in reply to what she thought would be an attack, but Sitta's hand wound in Jan's red hair not to hurt her, but to draw her mouth down to Sitta's dark lips for the kind of kiss she hadn't known in seven years of marriage.

A muffled squeak escaped from Jan before her surprise turned to mindless hunger and her own hands closed behind Sitta, her mouth opening for Sitta's dominant questing tongue, her tall white body bending like a willow before the dark stormwinds of Sitta's passion. Sitta pushed the unresisting Jan onto her back, her lips kissing down her neck, feeling Jan's body trembling beneath her, taken by a need even stronger than Sitta's own. Unclasping the frilly purple bra, Sitta began to suck on the large white breasts, taking the whole nipple in her mouth before flicking it with her tongue, whispering to Jan as she went from breast to breast.

"When have these white breasts been mastered, been owned? Your husband never did it, did he, never taught you that you were a woman, a soft white woman designed to worship and serve? I had a strong Hindu husband, when he took me I begged for mercy screamed like a tiger, clawed his back like one, and worshiped his holy lund, his great Hindu cock as the fountainhead of all pleasure and worth. He took my pussy, my mouth and my ass like a storm, he filled me with his strong seed and I brought forth his sons as fast as he could plow them into me, not like your soft white non man who took seven years to get one daughter on you. Did he make you beg, make you weep, make you crawl for his touch? I bet I can make you weep, make you beg, and if you please me, I will let you taste the strong cocks of his sons,. Would you like that little whore? TELL ME!"

Sitta screamed the last as her fingers worked in Jan's pussy, the red headed banker desperately humping her invading fingers, her lips wildly kissing Sitta's hair, trying to pull her mouth back down to Jan's needy and neglected breasts. Jan was on fire with the image of Sitta;s dead husband and his conquering Hindu cock. Long months of masturbation looking at Sitta's sons had left her obsessed with the power of Hindu manhood, Hindu godhood, and her own desperate, almost pathetic need for love, for lust, and above all else, to BE the object of desire. To be wanted, to be hunted, to be TAKEN.

Jan began whimpering, her nerve, her resolve, her feminist pride flaking away as Sitta sucked her breasts and fingered her pussy. She began to surrender.

"Sitta, oh god Sitta please, please don't stop. Sitta please, I will be good, I will be good for you, just please Sitta don't stop!" Jan begged as Sitta stopped sucking and began biting her nipple.

Sitta hissed "Not enough, I don't want you to be good, I want you to be mine. My property. You have spent so long driving my sons to self abuse, driving me insane watching you play with yourself all night long staring at my boys. You cannot be allowed to run around free like that, you are a degenerate , a whore, a slut. You have harmed my family with your whorish temptations, and now you will make it up. You will serve me, you will be my slave and you will serve the needs of my sons, myself, and anyone I tell you to. You will put that whorish body to use paying us back for the harm you did to my beautiful boys. Tell me you want to be my whore!"

Jan felt Sitta tug back hard with her teeth, pulling up on Jan's nipple, even as her fingers sawed in and out of her neglected pussy, rubbing over her swollen clit on each roll inside. She broke, her body was racing to its first non self administered orgasm since she was married, let alone divorced, and nothing was going to convince her to stop it. "YES, I want to be your whore!" Jan shouted

Switching to direct clit rubbing, Sitta murmured seductively "Not enough, do you want to be my slave, my pet, my chained animal?"

Jan bucked so hard she threw Sitta off as a shattering orgasm took her. Screaming as she flopped desperate as any fish out of water Jan begged "Please make me your slave, your pet, your chained white animal!"

It had been a long time for Sitta as well. She missed her husband, and after him, she would have no lesser man, yet did she not still have needs? Her husband taught her how much her body could give and receive pleasure, he had called her his garden of earthly delights, and that garden had been untended for too long. In breaking Jan she had unleashed her own carefully controlled passions to the point that she could not rein them in unless they were satisfied. She grabbed Jan's hair and pulled her up to stare into her eyes, letting her see the hunger, the passion, the dominance in them before commanding the white woman "Now, please your goddess"

If Jan had never been with a woman before, that was a matter for minds, and she had been reduced now to a thing, an animal of blind instinct and passion of a burning desire to serve, to please, to worship. Her hands were strong and swift stripping off Sitta's dress, and her kisses down her dark belly, sucking and licking at her belly button, across the stretch marks of her pregnancies, were hungry, passionate, and wild. She kissed along the dark mound beneath Sitta's panties before reaching up and pulling them off. Staring in wonder at the beautiful dark flower before her, Jan almost wept because she knew her own sex could never match this dark vision of feminine perfection. Slowly, reverently, she began to kiss, then lick, then suck, and finally probe with her long pink tongue each delicate fold and hollow of Sitta's Hindu chut, her glorious Indian pussy.

Sitta couldn't believe this was the white woman's first time with a pussy other than her own. She did not eat Sitta with the predatory power her husband used to, but rather with a humble worship that began with the deepest respect and submission, but whose nature changed as Sitta rose through the states of arousal towards her own ecstasy. Jan became hungry, became fierce, almost as if she was getting drunk or high off of Sitta's juices and devoured her with a passion that rivaled Sitta's beloved husband Ram. Soon Sitta had her hands dug into Jan's hair, not to pull her deeper into her pussy, but just holding on to the rock of her submissive's steadiness as her own first and second orgasms shattered her own control. Sitta had to roll off, because the pleasure was too much to stand. Pulling herself onto all fours, Sitta tried to catch her breath before a growl from Jan let her know the storm of Jan's passion she had unleashed was not over yet.

Sitta felt two long fingered hands prying apart her dark after cheeks, and a long pink tongue began to lap at her dark brown rosebud. Sitta's voice caught, as she choked on her instinctive demand Jan stop, as the white woman's pretty pink tongue began to trace urgent circles around her asshole, teasing, taunting, testing, and finally penetrating her after aspect. Finally giving in, Sitta reached back her hand and pulled Jan's face deeper in her ass, driving the redheads tongue deeper into her ass as the long white fingers drifted forward to begin playing with Sitta's oversensitive clit in time with the ass reaming. Sitta began to pant, her own body racing towards the edge of another shattering climax as the redheaded banker showed a hunger for deep ass rimming that would shame a porn star or professional prostitute. What had she awakened in this poor neglected white woman? It was a good thing she planned on giving her to her sons to use to their teenage boys content, because Sitta was no longer sure she could keep up with this newfound submissive's awakening sexual need.

As Sitta cried out, her body bending like a bow as she came, she felt Jan pressing herself full length over her. Not taking advantage of the moment of weakness to regain control, but to press skin to skin with her Mistress and kiss at her neck and earlobes as she felt Sitta tremble and writhe beneath her in unmistakable pleasure. Jan was whispering to her now.

"Please Mistress Sitta, please tell me this is real. Please tell me you will keep me, will use me, will punish me, will own me, and this wasn't just a game. Please tell me you will let me serve your beautiful sons as their whore, their slave, their white cum dump. Now that you have shown me what it is really like, I could not live with this being a lie. Please Mistress, tell me tomorrow I will be your slave still"

Sitta felt the hot tears falling on her neck, heard the depths of despair, the howling aching need in Jan and her heart broke. This was no longer about punishing the slut next door, this was about two women who had lost their men and their way finding a path to go forward in joy. Turning to Jan she kissed her on the lips, pressed dark breast to white, caressed her cheeks and kissed away her tears.

Sitta smiled and gave a fierce glare to her loving slave as she spoke.

"Tomorrow slave, when you finish work, you will present yourself at the front door of my house, and you will be dressed to serve so that everyone, family, friends, guests, will know who and what you are, and what you are there for. You will show me that you understand when I open the door, and if you haven't understood, then I will simply close the door and lock it against you"

Jan shuddered and held her fiercely, whispering "I will be good Mistress. I will be a good slave for my Hindu Mistress and masters"

Sitta rolled to get up, but Jan ducked beneath her, and once again the white mother's lips and tongue danced on Sitta's sex, this time while her hands massaged Sitta's well rounded bottom. As the redhead made slow worshipful love to her new Mistress, Sitta began to wonder if her boys were going to be able to get any schoolwork done with this demanding slut in the yard. Perhaps they would have to share her with their friends; sort of a community service. Moaning as she began to ride her submissives face, she stroked Jan's cheek and whispered to her.

"My sweet little pet, my slave, a regular mother's little helper you are"