0 comments/ 8395 views/ 4 favorites Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 01 By: shanti2010 Hema had recently broke up with her long-time boyfriend, a Indian Muslim by the name of Ejaaz. The two had planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument put an end to any possibility of that. If Hema had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly and she would most often transform into a submissive kitten around Muslim men. The attraction for her simply could not be described. It was so powerful and intense; words would not do justice. Ejaaz, Hema 's ex-boyfriend, had been more than willing to share her in group-sex settings with two of his friends, Danish (also Muslim) and Kamesh (a Hindu), yes our very own Kamesh - the man who turned the pious Shanti into an evergreen Slut.. These hot three-on-one encounters took place even before Shanti had arrived on the scene. The four friends, at one time, were a very close-knit and tight group. After her break-up with Ejaaz, however, Hema 's attention seemed to turn towards her pet subject in men , his excellency Kamesh. He wasn't a Muslim like she preferred her men to be, but Kamesh was a nice and good-natured person who appealed to Hema in a special way. It also did not hurt Kamesh's standing with Hema that he always welcomed the idea of her hooking up with any and all men whom she was attracted to, in fact, Kamesh was a voyeur, and he truly got off on watching his Tamil whore get banged around by one or more Muslims at the same time. He also LOVED to watch Hema and Shanti have sex together. Before meeting Hema , Shanti had never taken part in gang- bang encounters with guys. However, that soon changed. The pair of lovely ladies had been involved in several dual gang-bangs since they had met one another. Shanti loved them almost as much as Hema did. In return, Shanti had introduced her new lover to the concept of group sex with several other women. Both of them, as you can imagine, were quite happy. We will have an entire chain of episodes devoted to the sluts and their escapades shortly. To put things simply, two beautiful women were living together and sharing each others' bodies as lovers. In addition, there was basically a constant stream of men who always seemed to find their way to the duo's apartment. Hema and Shanti always left the door open, so to speak, and just about everyone was invited to step inside ... Earlier this morning, Hema woke up and knew that the time seemed absolutely perfect for a little fun with her three of her boyfriends. She hadn't been double- or triple-banged in a couple of days, which was rather unique for her. Plus, Shanti was in Mysore for the entire day, visiting some family on this warm, lazy Sunday and most likely was going to seduce her nephew Mani into another long orgy of sex - last time he had wanted her to sleep with his best friend Mathew. But most of all, Hema awoke with a sexual itch inside herself that needed to be taken care of, however, there was one minor problem - Hema had to work today, at the Real Estate Office. The young woman always put in an eight hour shift on both Saturday and Sunday, unless her sexual schedule dictated otherwise. Though it would be nice to have weekends off, she needed the extra money and those two days were her only chance to work full shifts. Of late she also was getting to know and her sixth sense was telling her that boss Mr. Reddy was trying hard to get into her panty. She noticed in the common rest room they shared between the two rooms, a lot of activity leaving plum spot of semen like substance and the toilet paper dumped in the waste paper basket, had too many stains. She knew it could be for multiple reasons but at work there was no other person like her who could get this juice of a man lie in this state, she was the only real 'turn on'. She knew it was not far - an interlude or an adventure with him - and he was definitely a hunk even at this age of 40+. Well - must be a Khan follower. She sighed at the prospect of this interlude leading to some increase in her compensation package. Only if it could happen fast, after her return from Trivandrum, she was almost broke and living off her parents was not going anywhere, what with her brothers more or less equally dunce and doing little to earn, the only thing they were interested in was sex, and if they did not get it outside, they would take it out on her. Of late she had started to keep a distance from both of them. But that itch to fuck her two Muslim boyfriends still existed, and needed to be remedied in the worst possible way. Hema was not the type to feign sickness and call off from work, though. So, she simply gave her paramour, Kamesh, a telephone call in the morning and basically told him to round up two of her favorite Muslim studs (Mahroof and Raza) for a late afternoon gang-bang. Raza, by the way, was someone who Hema had recently met. Kamesh was more than happy to oblige; he and Hema set specifics for the encounter and then bid farewell for now - they would meet again at 4:00pm. Hema 's today of work today at the Office, seemed to drag on forever. Quitting time could not come soon enough, as Hema knew a short ten minutes later, she would be servicing three guys, all at the same time. The idea made her tingle inside... Hema , however, received some bad news a little after 3:30pm. Her boss, Mr. Reddy, asked her to stay an hour extra today. The man told Hema that since business was booming today, he needed her stay over for an hour. Although she wanted to get out of here, Hema really had no choice but to say yes. After all, this was her job and she needed to be in good standing with her boss. So, her encounter with the guys would have to wait until 5:00pm or later. She called Kamesh - and let him know. When the clock finally read 4:45 pm, Hema was all set to go. She was already on her way out the door when her boss, Mr. Reddy, suddenly came up from behind her and asked her to stop. Hema was a bit irritated, but did not let her boss know this. What could he possibly want now? The Office always closed at 5:00pm sharp on Sundays. "I'd like to see you in my office." he told her. Hema groaned inwardly but followed Mr. Reddy to his office in the back of the Office. Whatever this was - the Tamil slut told herself - it better be quick. Kamesh, Mahroof and Raza were all waiting for her. Mr. Reddy escorted Hema into his office, and motioned toward one of the chairs situated in front of his big desk. Hema took a seat and slipped her jacket off, then watched as her boss went behind his desk and did the same. He gave her a friendly smile before starting. "Ms. Hema Balaji , I need to talk to you for a moment," the man said. His voice was somewhat deep and strong; and it caught the submissive side of the young woman. She felt a shiver run through her body as he spoke those particular words. "Yes?" Hema replied meekly. "What is it, sir?" The man leaned forward on his desk and looked intently at her. "Earlier, I asked you to stay here an hour extra because we were a little busy today with customers. You did... and for that, I am very grateful." "That's not a problem, Mr. Reddy," the 27-year-old replied, a bit nervous. She could sense something was up with his tone. "I... I can use the extra money." "The reason I brought you into my office, Hema , is this... After I asked you to stay a little extra, I watched you go over and make a telephone call using office telephone, a private call. You know that I do not approve of such things while on the clock." Hema gulped her throat. He sounded very serious. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reddy... I promise I won't do it again. I just had some plans for this afternoon - I wanted to tell my friend that I would be a little late. I wasn't on for long." She paused and quickly added, "I need this job..." The man nodded his head and looked at her. "Ahh, yes... plans. Well, since you were using my telephone on my time, I thought I had every right to do a little eavesdropping. And that is what I did..." Hema 's face suddenly turned white. The telephone call her boss was referring to was the one she had with Kamesh at about 3:35pm. "Eavesdropping? Umm... what did you hear?" Mr. Reddy let loose a huge smile, at which time Hema 's heart fell in her chest. "I heard plenty, dear. Hmmm... let's see if I can remember some of what you said. Ahh yes... it's coming back to me now. `Kamesh, Reddy asked me to stay over an hour. I am sorry... I want to get fucked so bad - even more than you. Make sure Mahroof and Raza are ready for me, because I can't wait to get out of here so I can take all three of you on, my pussy has been burning all day long." he bragged. He then paused, then again let loose another big, lascivious grin. "Yes Ms. Hema Balaji, it was something like that." Hema felt horribly embarrassed. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to have this type of conversation with her 40-something boss. It was humiliating... "You're too good of a worker to fire," the gray-haired man said. "However, that does not excuse you from using the telephone on company time." "Yes sir, I know," Hema replied, her gaze lowered. "And especially, using my business line like it is a 1-800 sex line. I don't approve of that, Hema darling. You are to use that line for customer inquiries - ONLY." "Yes, sir, stunned at his using the word 'darling' " the Tamil slut returned, meekly. "However, I am a very forgiving man, Hema," Mr. Reddy said in a more upbeat tone. "I am willing to forgive your little transgression... provided you do me one little favor." Hema 's eyebrows raised as she looked up at him. That tone of voice sounded familiar. "Oh yeah? What's that?" Hema gasped as her boss stood up from behind his desk. His suit pants were nowhere to be found, and he was stroking a massive erection in his right hand. He pumped his cock several times, gauging Hema 's reaction, then wobbled it before her face. "Take care of this for me, dear." He grinned and added, "You're not the only one in this office who has been wanting to get fucked all day long." Something had told her that this was coming and Hema could not stop admiring the prick and inadvertently licked her lips and jiggered at the man. Although he was much older than her, the Tamil slut had always thought of Mr. Reddy as an attractive man. But only recently, though, did any of her ideas about him involve sex. But not so quickly and not now, at least. That cock sure looked delicious, Hema told herself... "What would you like me to do, sir?" the Tamil slut asked in a sweet, tender tone. Reddy grinned, knowing he had this grade-A piece of ass under his clamps. "Why don't you come over here and let me help you out of that outfit? It would be like unwrapping an early birthday present." "Of course, sir," Hema squealed, getting out of her seat before making her way over to him. The young woman closed the distance between them, and immediately grasped her boss' thick cock while grinding her large, firm pair of breasts upon his chest. Reddy smiled, knowing he had stumbled across a literal gold mine here. Reddy used both hands to grope and squeeze Hema 's firm breasts through her thin blouse. He smiled down at her, as she continued to stroke his big cock with her right hand. "I've dreamed about this moment since I hired you, honey." "Too bad it didn't happen earlier," the Tamil slut giggled. "From now on... when I feel horny at work, I know who to turn to... YOU! And you know that this will cost you double of the weekly wages you pay me currently." "Oh yes," Reddy moaned, unbuttoning Hema 's blouse. His eyes were wide, bulging with lust, as he slipped the garment from his employee's shoulders. Hema continued to pump his cock while the man unsnapped her bra in back, and quickly got rid of it. What was unveiled was the most perfect set of bare breasts the man had ever laid his eyes upon. The 40-something man continued to gawk at the sight of Hema and her perfect breasts, until she used her free hand to pull his head down to hers, for a searing kiss. Reddy's tongue dove right into Hema 's sweet mouth upon lip contact, while his hands closed over her 37-sized breasts and began massaging both with great eagerness and passion. Meanwhile, Hema continued to pump her boss' cock with her right hand. The 27-year-old could feel it pulsate wildly in her grasp - and knew she could make him cum at anytime. But, that was not on her agenda at the moment. She wanted to make her boss last - and enjoy this. The duo's lips were locked together in a vacuum-type seal. Both were kissing each other with wild abandon, their tongues dancing and dueling in passionate bliss. It wasn't too long, though, until Hema wanted to use her lips and mouth on the throbbing erection which she still pumped in her hand. After breaking the kiss with him, the Tamil slut dropped to her knees, which elicited a loud moan from Reddy. Hema did not waste any time, however, as she quickly took the man's bulging cock into her mouth and bobbed away on its tip. The young woman's brown eyes shined with desire as she looked up at her boss, her lips and mouth busy savoring the taste and feel of his erection. The beautiful and innocent looking Hema had suddenly been transformed into a very skilled and thorough cock-sucker - much to her boss' delight. Never before did Hema dream of servicing Mr. Reddy like this. As for the moment, though, Hema 's boss was the center of her universe. She had forgotten all about Kamesh, Mahroof and Raza - at least, temporarily. Reddy, still wearing his dress shirt and tie, reached down with both hands and grabbed Hema 's head as she worked feverishly upon his erection. The enchantress bobbed her head back-and-forth at a quick pace, while never taking her eyes away from her boss' face. Meanwhile, Hema was using two fingers from her left hand to tease and play with the man's hairy testicles. She would trap the delicate flesh between her fingertips and twiddle away, which sent shock waves of pleasure through Reddy. Both individuals were really enjoying themselves... Hema 's boss let loose a wild, uncontrollable moan as she swallowed the entire length of his cock into her mouth, and began deep-throating him. He looked down and noticed those big brown eyes, ablaze with passion, staring right back at him as the young woman tried to simply devour his shaft. Reddy used his hands and pushed Hema 's head away from his cock, her mouth releasing it in the process. The vixen looked up at him, wondering if she did something wrong, "That was the best blowjob I've ever had," Reddy told her, panting. "But I'm going to cum very soon... I can feel it." He paused and added, "I'd like to do it inside of your hot little pussy, Hema Balaji." Hema smiled sweetly at him. "Will you do me over the desk, sir?" Another bolt of electric lust went throughout Reddy's body with those mere words. "Of course I will, dear. Why don't you stand up, and turn around here? I need to finish unwrapping my birthday present, first." Hema grinned as she stood and turned toward the desk, her back to the man. She placed both of her hands upon the hard, oak-wood top, then bent over at the waist until her front was touching the surface as well. She immediately felt her boss' big, strong hands groping and squeezing her firm, rounded ass through the black pair of ladies' dress pants she wore. Reddy quickly reached around Hema 's slender waist and undid her belt, then slipped it off. Next, he quickly pulled her dress pants down, followed by the G-string that she wore. Reddy was witness to a perfectly-proportioned ass, and the sexiest pair of long legs he had ever seen on a woman. This 27-year-old was heavenly, he told himself. Hema stepped out of her pants and G-string, then spread her legs further apart and jutted her ass outward, in a very provocative manner. Reddy had to do a double-take - his body alive with unspeakable passion. The man did take a quick step backward, though, and grinned to himself. This was incredible. Here he was, an older man (44, to be exact), with a young, Tamil slut bombshell leaned over his desk, waiting for him to fuck her. Reddy loved the sight of that ass, too - it was perfect. He could really do so many things right now with her in such a position. The man could fuck her pussy or ass, give her a really hard spanking, or kneel down and use his tongue to please her orally. Judging by that telephone call which he earlier eavesdropped on, Reddy knew his gorgeous, young employee would not object to anything he chose to do to her. However, as he stated earlier, Reddy really wanted to shoot his pent-up sperm into Hema 's tender pussy. The 27-year-old closed her eyes and sighed as she felt Reddy grasp her hips with both hands, then drive his big cock into her pussy. "Oh yes..." Hema moaned as her boss slid his entire length into her, slowly. She licked her lips, which were still moist from the earlier blowjob, then let out a very deep and content sigh. Hema sprawled her arms out across the desktop, her large breasts squished upon the oak wood-surface, as Reddy began to pump himself in and out of her at a steady pace. "That's it, sir!" she urged him, the lust level inside her building. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, sir!" "With pleasure!" Reddy growled as he fiercely gripped her ass, then began to thrust his cock into her pussy at a blistering pace. Still leaning over the desk, Hema reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks apart, allowing her boss the deepest penetration possible. "YES!" Hema screamed in wild passion. "YES! FUCK ME!" This was Reddy' version of paradise. For a long time, he had lusted after Hema and dreamed of having her in this type of situation. He never thought it would come to pass, though. This was simply incredible for him. "What a fucking slut!" Reddy roared as he continued to pound his cock in-and-out of her from behind. "When I first hired you, I should have made you start doing me these sexual favors right away! You love it, you fucking slut!" "YES SIR!" Hema screamed, her body nearing the point of orgasm. "FROM NOW ON, SIR!" Reddy let out a booming growl, then thrust himself into Hema one final time before grasping her hips with all the strength in his hands. Then, he just let loose... his cock exploding - firing spurt after spurt of hot jism deep within the confines of the Tamil slut's pussy. Meanwhile, Hema was experiencing an orgasm of her own. With her eyes closed and face flushed with pure ecstasy, she grinded her ass upon Reddy' pelvis as he continued to empty his seed into her. Both individuals screamed and roared in mutual release, then things began to slow down. Eventually, Reddy withdrew his cock from Hema 's pussy and leaned forward, against her body, to support himself. He then let out a content sigh, and took a seat in his chair while Hema continued to lean over the desk, her shapely hips shuddering in the aftermath. The man reached out with his right hand and caressed her perfect ass. "I've never had it any better," Reddy moaned, a grin on his face. "Never before in my life..." "It was great for me too, sir." Hema whimpered. "I'd love for you to spend the entire weekend with me, dear, I will give you a week doubled salary only for that one weekend with me." the man said, now running his fingertips through Hema 's silky, long-flowing Tamil slut hair. "But you have your three guys to go and see." Those words made the vixen suddenly remember her stable of boyfriends. She glanced at the clock, which read 5:27pm. Kamesh, Mahroof and Raza were probably worried about her... "Yes, I do." Hema said, still not moving from the desk. "In fact, I was supposed to be there 15 minutes ago." "Tell me, honey... do you gang-bang them?" Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 01 "Yes, sir. I take all three at once..." Reddy let out another moan. "You're still my employee and best salesperson, dear, but I want you to know that things will be a bit different around here from now on... especially between you and me. I can PROMISE you that." "Yes, sir... and I'm looking forward to it." "Drop this gang - and go home - pack your bags and come with me - we will go to Yellahanka to my private farmhouse- I promise a wild weekend - with 2 of my best body guards- they are also Muslim guys and young - just 21 years but all with six Abs. They will give you the fuck of your lifetime and I will give you double your week's salary" he proposed. "Make it 4 times - I need that money and will drop these guys and will be with you" Hema tried her luck. "You greedy Tamil slut - okay - done. Now scamper and come back by 8 pm. We have to leave." he was going to have the sex of his life time - the 44 year old man. Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 02 Hema walked through the door home from a long day at work just in time to hear the phone ring. "I wonder who that could be," she thought as she hurried to the phone. "Hello," the beautiful young wife said. "Hi Hema," returned a male voice. Hema said pleasantly, "Oh hi Srini. I'm afraid Balu isn't here. Tonight he has class." Srini was a friend of Hema's husband and was a real estate broker. Srini replied, "That's OK Hema. Actually, it was you that I wanted to talk to." Srini had been after Hema to help him show property for some time. Srini knew from watching other female agents that Hema had the potential to be a good agent. She was young, only 26 years old and a bit shy but she had a pleasant personality. The thing that convinced Srini of her potential was her looks. Hema was a very attractive woman. Srini just knew that she could charm the socks off any prospective male buyer. She stood 5'4" with gorgeous legs and a 38DD-26-38 figure. Her reddish brown hair framed a beautiful face and hazel eyes. So far Srini had been unable to interest Hema in changing careers. Srini continued, "Listen, I have an opportunity for you and I think you'll like it." "You want me to show a house," guessed Hema. "Yes, but before you give me your answer hear me out," said Srini. "OK," said the tired wife. Srini continued, "I have a client named Suman Sharma who is in town looking at houses. He's fairly young and yet he's looking at property in the 400 thousand range. I'd show the property myself but I've got a conflict this evening. You're my only hope. If you make the sale I'll give you three percent of the sales price. That comes to about twelve lakhs. What do you say?" Hema was dumbfounded, "You mean twelve lakh rupees?" "That's right," confirmed Srini. Hema thought for a moment about how she could use that money before saying, "What do I have to do, Srini?" Srini replied, "I have two properties for you to show him. All you have to do is open the door and lead him through each one. Point out what catches your eye in a positive way. Both places are empty so you won't have owners to deal with." Hema said, "Sounds pretty easy." Srini continued, "It should be a snap. If you can get him to buy one of the properties the commission is yours." Hema thought for just a moment then said, "OK Srini, I'll do it. What's next?" Srini replied, "I'll call Suman and tell him that you'll meet him at his hotel at seven then I'll drop over the packet of all you'll need. Sound OK?" "Sounds fine," answered Hema. Srini added, "Oh, and Hema, Suman is the type who appreciates an attractive woman. Put on a nice outfit if you can." "OK Srini," said Hema a little annoyed. "I'll see you in a half hour with the packet," said Srini before hanging up. "Nice outfit," Hema said to no one still a little annoyed. She didn't really like the idea of dressing up for a man other than her husband, but for twelve lakhs it was worth it. Hema headed quickly for the bedroom. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Ten minutes later she had dried and was going through her closet looking for the "nice outfit". Hema naturally assumed that Srini had meant "sexy outfit". After a few moments she found what she thought Srini had in mind. It was one of her husband's favorites. Hema started with a matching white bra and panty set. The panties were a very brief thong variety and the bra was lacy and sheer. Over the bra Hema put on a figure hugging white blouse. She added a pair of self-supporting hair simmering band. Hema finished with her red saree and inch red heels. The petticoat was short and came to mid thigh and the blouse was backless cut to her waist. Hema's large bulging bust put quite a strain on the blouse buttons. The overall effect was that of business attire but very very sexy business attire. Hema checked herself in the mirror for a moment and felt satisfied that Srini would be pleased. She finished applying her makeup and fluffing up her hair just as he rang the doorbell. "Wow," said Srini when Hema opened the door. "You look wonderful,just perfect," he added. Hema blushed and said, "Thanks, Srini, please come in." Srini walked through the door watching Hema's fantastic ass as she showed him to the living room. "This is going to work out great," he thought. He hadn't said anything to Hema about the fact that his client had asked that Srini find a hot babe to show him around. Srini knew about Hema's shy and reserved nature and didn't want to frighten her away from the task at hand. They sat down together on the sofa and went over the floor plans and contracts. Srini couldn't resist sneaking peeks at Hema's great figure as they talked. "Balu's a lucky fellow," he thought. After fifteen minutes Srini had to leave for his engagement. He noted that Hema seemed enthusiastic about the showing. Srini was pleased with that. No sourpuss ever sold anything. As Srini left the house he said, "I'll be done around 9:30. I'll check back here then." Hema said cheerfully, "Thanks Srini. I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me." As Srini waved goodbye, he thought to himself, "Its me who should be thanking you." Srini knew that Suman Sharma would not be a buyer without Hema's help. It suddenly occurred to him that Suman may have had something else in mind when he requested that a hot babe show him around. Srini dismissed the notion and headed off to his engagement. Hema was standing in the lobby of Suman Sharma' hotel when two men approached. Hema had told Suman when she phoned from the lobby that she was wearing red. It really wasn't necessary because she was the only woman waiting in the lobby. "Hi Hema," said Suman. Hema jerked around, slightly started and paused while she took in the man offering his hand. Finally she lifted her hand to his and said, "Hi, you must be Mr. Sharma." Hema was not expecting the very handsome man now standing before her. She felt the rush of blood through her veins. Suman Sharma appeared to be in his early thirties with sandy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He was tall and very fit and was dressed casually in shorts and a golf shirt. Suman smiled and said, "Mr. Sharma is my father. Please call me Suman." He gestured to his companion and added, "This is my business associate Rashid Qureshi. He's here to keep me in line." Hema turned to look at the man and found him to be equally attractive. She smiled a little nervously and said, "Its nice to meet you.." "Rashid," he interrupted. Rashid was dressed similarly to Suman. Hema wondered now if she was a little too dressed up. She noticed both men looking her body over in the way that men usually did. "Rashid," she agreed with a nervous giggle. Hema felt the heat in her cheeks and new that she was blushing. She realized that despite her saree attire the men seemed to be pleased with her appearance, must be the backless blouse and the saree itself, gone was the annoyance that she felt earlier about having to wear a "nice outfit". Now she felt proud of her figure and was pleased that the men had noticed. She felt a tingle between her legs. She tried to ignore it. After the awkward pause Hema said, "Gentlemen, if you would like I can drive you to the properties that Srini suggested." Suman responded, "That won't be necessary Hema, my driver Bhiku can get us there if you give him the directions." Hema and the two men left the hotel through the front door and found Bhiku and a stretch limousine parked at the curb. The large Tribal man quickly opened the door and Hema disappeared into the car. Before both men entered, they gave each other a wink. They were very pleased with their hostess. Hema learned on the way to the first property that Suman wanted this house for the occasions when he would be doing business in town. It seemed that Mr. Sharma was very wealthy and had homes in several cities. He required a home that he could entertain in and wasn't interested in anything that was suited for a family. He was not married. They arrived at the first property and Hema began her best sales pitch. She was a little annoyed that the air conditioning was not operating as it was early August and very hot. After ten minutes of the sweltering heat Hema asked the men if they would mind terribly if she removed her jacket. Both men quickly made it plain that they wouldn't mind one bit. Hema smiled nervously at their eagerness. Rashid offered to hold Hema's information folder as she unbuttoned her jacket. Both men sighed as the bulge of her magnificent bust was uncovered. The shear blouse did little to hide the lacy bra underneath and the red saree was more disturbing and little assistance. Hema removed her jacket, folded the garment over her arm and thanked Rashid for his assistance with her papers. Suman and Rashid followed Hema around the house as she pointed out things. They looked at her as much as the house. She was not oblivious to the looks they were stealing. She felt flattered at the attention. She felt good knowing that the two handsome men appreciated her body. Hema could now feel dampness between her legs. She reminded herself that she was a married woman but the tingle between her legs persisted. It became clear soon enough that this property was more suited for a family and not for a bachelor using the place for business entertaining. Hema suggested that they move on to the next property. As Hema approached the car Bhiku held the door open. It was clear from his expression that he liked Hema better without her jacket. Suman winked at him as Hema entered the car and Bhiku returned the wink.Ten minutes later they were standing in front of the second property. This house seemed to suit Suman's needs more. Hema was thrilled when Suman said, "This is exactly what I'm looking for." She could feel that twelve grand in her hands already and was thinking of ways to spend it. Finally Suman suggested that they find a place to talk about the terms of the sale. He asked Hema if she could suggest a nice restaurant for them to get a bite and talk.Moments later the trio was seated in one of Hema's favorite places. They had a nice meal and spent most of the time talking about the city and Hema. She found herself enjoying the two men'sattention a great deal. After a couple of glasses of wine Hema had really loosened up. Suman and Rashid noticed this and began to compliment Hema on her beauty. She returned the compliment suggesting that a woman couldn't have two more handsome companions. After Hema had finished the compliment she wondered how she could have been so bold. Too many glasses of wine were the answer but she didn't seem to care. She was having a great time and she liked the two men. She liked them a lot. Hema couldn't help letting her eyes linger over her companion's bodies. She sensed that the crotch of her panties was now soaked. She couldn't remember that happening since the first few dates with her husband. Hema struggled to get a hold of her own self and despite her shy nature she was a very passionate woman. Until tonight that passion had been directed solely at her husband Balu. Hema couldn't believe how wonderful she felt being with these men. Finally she managed to collect her thoughts. She realized that there was business to attend to. One positive effect of the alcohol was added confidence. She was now determined to do whatever was necessary to make the sale. That very thought caused yet another tingle to be felt between her legs. Hema chose a lull in the conversation to say, "So Suman, can I get you to sign a contract on the second property." Suman smiled at Hema and her direct question and said, "Hema, I like the house a lot but I'm not sure I can agree to all of the details of the purchase." Hema looked into Suman's eyes and said, "I see." After a moment she added, "You are welcome to make any offer you like." Hema thought to herself, "I wonder what would satisfy him." Suddenly, an amusing thought crossed her mind. She made a mental note to try to suppress her hormones. Suman noticed a little gleam in Hema's eyes. He frowned, looked away from Hema and said, "Well, I would like to discuss a few points with Srini if I could." Hema glanced at her watch and replied, "Srini is supposed to meet me back at my house in a few minutes. I would be happy for you to come by and discuss this further with Srini if you're sure I can no longer be of assistance." Hema surprised herself again with the suggestive comment. She couldn't believe the effect these men were having on her. Suman's attention returned to the beautiful woman as she spoke. He thought he noted a suggestive smile at the end of Hema's last statement. He wondered if the assistance that she implied was the type that he really wanted from her. Suman wasn't sure. Hema had been very business like and her manner, until recently, had been a little reserved if not shy. Was it possible that she would use herself to close the deal and he decided to play out this possibility, Suman looked seriously at Hema and said, "It's possible that you can satisfy my needs, Hema and if you don't mind perhaps we could go to your home and discuss things further. If I'm not satisfied then maybe Srini can work things out." Hema allowed a brief smile to form before she said, "That would be fine with me." She added, "Oh, would you drop me back to my car at the hotel?" Suman replied, "Ah, don't worry about it. I'll have Bhiku see to it that its delivered back to your home safe and sound." Hema smiled and thanked Suman. He called for the bill and twenty minutes later they were sitting comfortably in Hema's living room. Suman and Rashid sat on the sofa and Hema sat in a chair facing the two men. It was well past 9:30 and Srini hadn't arrived yet. Suman had already explained to Hema that the financial aspects of the deal were not a concern. This bit of information confirmed the suspicions Hema had about this deal. She thought back to the conversation at the restaurant. She recalled the looks she received from the two men and the fact that Srini had requested that she handle this showing. It was all pointing to one thing. Hema knew what was at stake and what was necessary to close the deal. Hema asked, "What have I missed? Are you sure there isn't something I can do to help you make your decision?" Again, Suman noticed that smile. He also noticed that several buttons on Hema's blouse were now undone displaying a heavenly cleavage. Suman looked up at the ceiling and calculated his statement. Finally he said, "I think there is something you can do, Hema. I am aware that you stand to make several thousand dollars commission on this sale. I'll see to it that your commission is doubled if you satisfy my conditions for purchase." Hema uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again allowing her short skirt to ride up. She smiled as she played with the next buttoned button on her blouse and said, "That's very generous Suman. You can count on me to do whatever is necessary to make the sale." Suman and Rashid sat on the sofa watching Hema play with her button. Suman said, "I'm very glad to hear that Hema." As Suman spoke, Hema began to slowly unbutton the remainder of the buttons on her blouse. Suman continued, "I can see that we think alike. I am certain that it will be a great pleasure doing business with you." Hema stood up in front of the two men and removed her saree and the blouse. Again the two men sighed at the site of her fabulous bust now only covered by her lacy strapless bra. With only a small pause, Hema began to slowly lower her short petticoat. Suman and Rashid took the opportunity to remove there cocks from their shorts while Hema did her strip tease. Suman still wasn't quite sure if Hema intended more than just a strip tease. He hoped that she was savvy enough to know that his intentions were to have sex with her. When Hema caught site of the two large specimens of cock flesh her passions ignited. Hema swooned and began to rub her very wet mound. Her other hand began to pinch her nipples, first one then the other. She no longer remembered who she was. The alcohol and the circumstances had turned her into nothing more than a female in heat. She could think of nothing more than those two big cocks and her very wet cunt. Suman stroked his big cock as he watched the beautiful and sexy woman rubbing herself before him. He was rock hard and ready. Hema couldn't take her eyes off Suman's eight inch pole. Slowly she moved closer to Suman until she stood over him. Hema looked Suman right in the eye as she rubbed her cunt with her right hand and massaged her big tits with the left. Hema broke eye contact and looked down between her heaving tits to her mound. Suman's eyes followed as did Rashid's. Slowly, Hema pulled aside the panties covering her cunt showing the men what was underneath. She used both hands to open up her slick opening so that both men could see just how hot and juicy she was and as Suman watched the wonderful site he noticed that Hema was getting closer and closer and soon her slick opening hovered over his very hard cock but only for an instant. A second later Hema had impaled herself on the shaft. It slid into her buttery hole with no effort at all. "Oh YES," she bellowed. To make the sale Hema WAS willing to go all the way. Her reward was an instant fiery burst of sensations that consumed her. Hema's orgasm was one of the largest that she could remember when she could remember again. Suman held on tight as she shook and vibrated from her head down to her toes. He'd never seen anything like it. Hema began to frantically bounce up and down on Suman's cock. She made grunting noises with each plunge. Suman reached around and unhooked Hema's bra. She pulled it the rest of the way off allowing her big tits to escape. Hema pulled Suman's head into her bosom and smothered him as she pumped up and down on his shaft. Suman had remarkable staying power considering the treatment he was getting from the sexy overheated woman. Two minutes later Hema was again climaxing. She screamed, "God, it feeeeeellllss ssoooo gggoooooddd." Once she had returned from bliss, Suman pulled her off his cock. Hema was clearly disappointed. Rashid got off the sofa to give the couple more room. He sat in the chair and watched as Suman removed Hema's panties and then pulled her pussy over his mouth. He had to taste what had been giving off that wonderful aroma. Hema's sex was covered with the juices of two orgasms. Suman dove in and was soon in heaven. Hema moaned loudly as his tongue began to work on her clit. "That's it. Lick it. Oh, that feels so wonderful," said Hema. She mashed her pussy into Suman's face to make tighter contact. Hema finally opened her eyes and noticed Suman's throbbing cock in front of her. She pulled herself into the classic 69 position and began to return the favor to Suman. She slurped his cock with abandon. After licking the shaft from head to balls, she took the shaft into her throat and just held it there for safe keeping. Hema concentrated on the wonderful job Suman was doing on her clit while squeezing his cock with her throat muscles. Finally, she came up for air before running through the same routine again. Suman couldn't believe what Hema was doing to his cock. He knew that if she kept up this treatment that he would blow his load. Hema paused as she licked Suman's shaft to examine his large balls. She observed, "Oooh Suman, it looks like your balls are swollen with sperm. God, I'd love to have you fill my body with your cum." Hema's words inflamed Suman. They also perked Rashid's interest. What male would dismiss a female's craving of his sperm and it's biology. If a female wants it then she should have it. Suman lifted the still slurping Hema off him and laid her on her back on the sofa. He wasted no time in burying his cock deep inside Hema's pussy. Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 02 Suman began to fuck her hard and she lifted her pelvis to meet each of his strokes. Hema alternated rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and pinching Suman's nipples. She encouraged Suman by begging, "Give it to me, baby. I want it hard and fast." Each panting word from Hema inflamed Suman more and more. They continued to thrust into each other for several minutes before Suman announced, "Here it comes, baby." Hema moaned back, "Fill me up with your sperm, Suman." With one last thrust Suman complied with Hema's request. She climaxed a second time as she felt his final thrust. His ass clinched with each pumping squirt that soaked deep into Hema's womb. Eight squirts later he relaxed on top of Hema and kissed her passionately on the lips as there were juices mixed, so did their tongues. It was complete intimacy. Suman finally broke the kiss and said, "Baby, you are fantastic. I haven't had a fuck like that in a long time." Hema smiled and said, "We're not through yet stud. I'm just getting started." Suman chuckled, glanced at Rashid and said, "Re-enforcement's?" Rashid was ready. He said, "Stand aside Suman, if you please." Hema was a bit puzzled but quickly realized that Suman was passing the baton to Rashid. Her first thought was that she wanted another round with Suman but the altered plan seemed fine. She thought, "If Rashid is half as good as Suman then they can trade off as long as they want." Rashid started by kissing Hema's large tits. She moaned as he let his teeth pull gently at her nipples. Hema caressed his head with her hands as he put love bites all over her tits. She was heating up again. She pulled Rashid away from her tits and kissed him passionately. Rashid's cock grazed Hema's thigh and left a trail of pre-cum. She began to hump her cum filled cunt toward Rashid's cock. We little help from Rashid Hema's cunt was able to hunt down the head of his cock. Rashid did the rest and plunged in smoothly. Rashid fucked Hema as vigorously as Suman did. His cock was the same length as Suman's but slightly thinner. Hema's tight box could barely tell the difference between the two. Hema's brain was yet again in sexual ecstasy. She came for a third time as she bellowed, "Fuck me hard. Give it to me, baby. I'm cuuummmmmmiinnnngg." Mid-way through Rashid and Hema's fuck Suman realized that Hema was a very passionate and possibly insatiable. He was glad. He would be paying her a sizable sum and wanted to get his money's worth. Suman made it a point to reward his employee's whenever possible. This situation would give him the opportunity. Hema was already working over Rashid and he was enjoying himself immensely. Suman felt he should allow Bhiku to have the same enjoyment. While Hema and Rashid were in the throws of ecstasy he slipped on his pants and left the house to find Bhiku. A moment later the two men reentered the house to find Hema sucking enthusiastically on Rashid's cock. Bhiku couldn't believe his eyes. Rashid was nearing his first climax. He croaked, "Hema, you do that so well. You're about to get a reward." Hema pulled the cock from her mouth and stroked it while she said, "Oh baby, let me taste your juice." Rashid's first squirt splashed against Hema's face. She quickly latched onto the cock head and sucked the remainder of Rashid's cum out of his cock. Her actions caused Rashid to shiver all over and jerk out of control. He involuntarily jerked his cock from Hema's mouth. Fortunately, she had sucked him dry. Hema looked up at Suman and noticed Bhiku for the first time. She smiled and said, "More help, eh Suman?" She sat up and motioned for Bhiku to come closer. She worked his uniform trousers down to his feet while he removed his coat and shirt. Bhiku stepped out of his pants and slipped off his loafers. Hema slowly worked his boxers down exposing a very large cock. It had to be ten inches long and very thick. Hema immediately attacked the long fleshy tube. She could only get about four inches into her mouth. It was simply too thick. Hema satisfied her lust by licking the shaft from head to root. She took Bhiku's massive balls into her mouth and sucked on them. Hema commented, "Oooh, I'll bet these balls have enough seed in them to drown me. God, what a way to go. It might be worth it." Suman and Rashid watched with amazement as the sex crazed woman bathed Bhiku's cock and balls with her tongue. Hema had Bhiku raise one leg and place it on the back of the sofa to give her better access. This allowed her to work behind Bhiku's balls and swab down his asshole. The trio of men had never seen a woman this hot. Finally, Hema said, "Bhiku, I want this thick bat of yours in my pussy now." Bhiku didn't have to be told twice. Hema was back on her back and Bhiku had the huge head of his cock knocking at Hema's pussy. He thrust in and in and in. She took the entire length. The woman was designed to take cock and a lot of cock. She swooned and shivered with the very full penetration. One stroke later and Hema screamed, "Fuck, I'm cuuummmiinnnggg." Bhiku didn't stop. He began to saw into Hema as she flopped around on the sofa. She was in a sexual frenzy. She seemed to be having a continuous orgasm. She moaned and grunted trying to communicate but nothing was getting through. Bhiku seemed to be able to go on forever. Suman and Rashid watched as Bhiku tortured Hema for fifteen minutes before blowing his load up her cunt. Hema was out of it after Bhiku had finished. It took her a couple of minutes to be able to form a sentence. Finally Hema croaked, "God, was that great." She sat up and several large globs of cum bubbled out of her pussy and dripped onto the floor. Rashid said, "Look at that drooling pussy would you." Hema scooped up what she could from her pussy and fed it to her mouth. She groaned with each taste as though she was tasting an expensive dessert. "I see you're doing all you can to please the client," said Srini. Suman had answered the door while Bhiku was rewiring Hema's circuits. Now Srini had walked up to where Hema was sitting and eating her snack. Hema jerked her head up in the direction of the new male voice. Srini's thick cock met her face to face. Before she could say anything and Srini put the head of his cock in her mouth. Still somewhat in a sexual daze, Hema began to slurp Srini's cock with wild abandon. Srini said, "I've dreamed of this Hema ever since I met you and you've exceeded my dreams. Wow, does your mouth feel good." Hema looked up into Srini's eyes and she smiled around his cock. Srini continued, "As wonderful as your mouth feels, I would like to try another hole. It looks like the clients have done an admirable job on your pussy. I think I'd like to try your asshole." Hema pulled Srini's cock from her mouth and said, "Oh yeah Srini, fuck my ass." Hema turned around and put her knees on the sofa and rested her arms on the back of the sofa. Srini scooped up some of the still flowing juices from Hema's pussy and rubbed them on her asshole. Hema had left Srini's cock slimy with her saliva so he was good to go. Slowly he eased his tool into Hema's ass. He gave her plenty of time to adjust to his thick cock. After a couple of slow strokes Srini let Hema have it. He looked like a locomotive pumping into her. Hema began to whine and whimper with the onslaught. She had an orgasm the minute he started slamming her. Hema began to get used to the pumping. The sensations she was feeling had leveled off to constant fire of pleasure. Most of the time her gaze was fixed over her shoulder at Srini's face or the shaft that penetrated her. Her gaze was broken at one point when Bhiku groaned and said, "Man, what a fine piece of ass." Hema looked up and smiled at Bhiku and crooked a finger at him. He walked around the sofa and stood in front of Hema. She didn't hesitate to take Bhiku's semi hard cock into her mouth. She began to make a mess of his cock and her mouth. Saliva was flying about and her grunts filled the air. Bhiku's face was a torture of pleasure. He gasped, "Whoa, can this bitch suck cock." After five minutes he filled Hema's mouth and she swallowed the entire load. Rashid was next in her mouth after a small adjustment on the couch. Suman had slipped under Hema and now had his cock up her cunt. Srini continued in her ass and Rashid plugged her mouth. Now Hema's squeals were muffled but they still indicated her climaxes. They seem to be coming with regularity now that three cocks filled her body. The men developed a rhythm and kept Hema trapped between them. She had nowhere to go but ecstasy. Srini, Suman and Rashid plowed ahead keeping the hot female quivering between them. Hema's circuits were now on overload. She was reaching the limits of her ability to take pleasure and stay conscious. Fortunately for her, the men were nearing their end as well. Rashid was first delivering another foamy load into Hema's mouth. She tried to swallow it all but she was too overwhelmed by the other stimulation. Srini was next. He wanted to finish in Hema's mouth as well and she obliged him missing only a few drops of his gooey load. Now unencumbered, Suman began to slam the sexually overloaded woman down hard on his cock. Hema's energy had been depleted to the point that she was only able to muster a whimper at the final onslaught. A few strokes more and Suman added another load to the beautiful woman's womb. Hema collapsed against Suman totally exhausted. Only one thing could have caused Hema to snap her head around. "Well well God. It looks like you're been having a party without me," said Hema's husband Balu as he leaned against the door jam. Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 03 Ashok rings the doorbell and waits. Before the chimes fade, the door opens and he steps through. It clicks shut quickly behind him and he smiles at his hostess. Her name is Hema and she is an attractive woman in her late twenties with a ravenous sexual appetite. Hema's husband is a prosperous businessman. He has a factory in a small industrial zone some distance from Chernnai. He travels a great deal on work. The direct result of this is that the sex in Hema's marriage is infrequent, though excellent when she has it. Jayesh, her husband, is a powerful and demanding lover with considerable skill and stamina. He fucks her superbly and she loves it, for she has always loved sex since she was sixteen and first hungry for the experience. She knows, too, that Jayesh has several mistresses, and is regularly unfaithful to her, though they do not speak of it. Hema sees no reason to deprive herself, given the circumstances. Fortunately, they have no children, and she has the liberty to indulge herself, which she does, taking lovers as she pleases. She has a small, independent consultancy and she meets several people during her work and has no trouble in finding lovers. Her favourites, though, are still the servants. She loves their hard bodies and demanding manner, the easy dispensation with social niceties and small chat. She is fair-skinned and attractive with a round, smiling face. She has long, dark hair that she invariably wears in a tidy bun on the back of her head. Her eyes are deep brown and full of sparkle. She wears a red *bindi* in the middle of her broad forehead. Her lips are soft and full, her nose straight, if a trifle broad, but sweet on her all the same. She wears no makeup and looks clean and soft and desirable. Her body has grown fleshy and ripe with time. Her breasts are heavy and full. She wears *sari*s with tight blouse and her breasts strain at the confines of the cloth, jutting out over the lower hem that runs hard under them. Her cleavage is deep and exciting. She wears a long black bead *mangalsutra* around her neck, nestling between her breasts. Her belly is rounded, yet firm and her hips flare to splendid buttocks. Her limbs are smooth and rounded, with shapely hands and feet. Ashok notices that she is still in her formal attire, a white blouse with buttons down the front and a mandarin collar, and a light black and white printed cotton *sari*. Her feet are bare. He follows her as she walks through the short entrance foyer to the living room. "Working late?" he asks. "Mm. I had an important meeting." She sees no reason to mention that the meeting was with her peon and it was entirely sexual, on the floor of her small office with the door securely locked. Her practice is small and, frequently, when the evenings stretch out endlessly with little work to do, she spends time having sex with her one or more of her peons, often having them fuck her together. Ashok strips off his shirt and tosses it aside. Hema steps into her hall and turns as he comes up to her. Without another word, she lifts her face to his, her hands sliding up his deep, hard chest, caressing him sensuously. Of all her servant-lovers, Ashok is one of the best. He smiles and kisses slowly and deeply, his hands sliding up her soft, fleshy body, sliding under her *pallu*, cupping her breasts. The soft mounds fill his hands and he marvels at their size and weight and form, the hardness of her nipples. She wears no underclothes as a matter of habit. Slowly, he draws the *pallu* of her shoulder and unravels the *sari*. It slides to her feet, leaving her standing before him in her blouse and petticoat. Hema presses to him as they kiss like lovers, her tongue flickering in his mouth. Her fingers crawl across his chest, and she scrapes her nails over his small, hard nipples. As he squeezes her breasts, her hands glide down his body, over his belly and she unclasps and unzips his trousers smoothly, sliding her hand into his crotch. Ashok quickens with pleasure as her fingers close delicately around his thick, long penis. His trousers puddle to his feet. The top three buttons of her blouse are open, revealing her deep cleavage and he flicks open two more and pulls her long *mangalsutra* out of her blouse. Hema likes wearing it, to show that she is married. She knows that a visual reminder that she is married to another man excites many of her lovers. Ashok is no exception. Her breasts swell and grow hot and hard in his hands. The kiss breaks and Hema arches her head, her face suffused with lust. Ashok nuzzles the nape of her neck and she runs her tongue through his ear. He pinches her stiff nipples through the fine cloth of her blouse. Bending his head, he drags his tongue into her cleavage and then, squeezing one breast, sucks it through the blouse. Hema whimpers softly, arching her back, feeding her breast to his mouth. "Yes," she groans. "God yes!" It feels wonderful, his warm mouth clamped on her breast-tip, his tongue flipping at her erect nipple through the blouse. His hands squeeze her buttocks now and he pulls up her petticoat and pushes his hands under it, sliding them up over her naked thighs and buttocks, squeezing them, parting them, pressing a fingertip to her anus. Hema groans and writhes against him. Meanwhile, her hands are busy working his cock, stroking and jerking it deftly. It swells and hardens in her fingers and she flips the foreskin back over his bulging cock-head. With a shuddering moan, she sinks to her knees before him and quickly takes his erect cock in her mouth. Ashok gasps sharply, his belly snapping inward in shock and delight, his head arching back. Her mouth is soft and warm and wet and he can feel her tongue swirling over his thick cock-head, her teeth scraping delicately over his cock-shaft. "Ohhh yes ... come on ... suck it ... suck my prick!" he gasps. "Suck it hard!" Hema loves sucking cock. The tangy, musky taste and odour of a thick, hard cock filling her mouth never fails to arouse her. She groans, her eyes hooded, her head tilted to one side and, opening her mouth wide, jerking his shaft in her fist, winds her tongue cunningly around the cock-head, delicately probing the long slit in its tip. Ashok gasps thickly, his hips lurching and twitching back and forth, his hands on her head. He bends his head and watches her. It is an erotic sight and arouses him further. His cock grows slimy with pre-cum gunk and she whimpers in pleasure, caressing her face with it toying it with her lips and tongue and teeth. Rising, she licks and tongues his belly wantonly and pushes his cock down into her cleavage through her blouse. Ashok gasps at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He can feel her hard nipples scraping his shaft as she squeezes her breasts over his penis; can feel, too, the rasp of the *mangalsutra* on his thick shaft. It is a wonderful feeling. His penis throbs and quivers in eager anticipation. Hema groans. She loves the feel of his thick, hard cock between her breasts. Drawing his cock out, she takes it in her mouth again and begins sucking it hungrily. Ashok groans loudly and fucks her face, rocking her head back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock fills and distends her face. Her tongue and lips work his penis adroitly. The fires grow and spread in his loins. Gripping his hips, she takes him deeper in her mouth and sucks his cock rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth. His cock glistens as it goes in and out of her mouth. "Yes! Ohhhh uhhh *hanh* ... yes! Suck it ... c'mon bitch ... suck my dick ... suck it harder!" he gasps. Hema's body crackles with lust and desire. She sucks harder and faster, relishing the quick spurts of pre-cum gunk in her mouth and swallows his seed. Gasping, Ashok pushes her head away. Hema rises and moves to a wide, deep armchair. Ashok kneels before her and pushes her petticoat up her legs and over her knees and thighs. Her legs spread open and she lifts them, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair. Ashok bends forward and kisses her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them hard. She clenches his head, caresses his shoulders. He flicks the buttons of her blouse and pulls it open. Her breasts are hot and heavy in his hands, her nipples stiff and hard. He squeezes her breasts, pinches her nipples. Her *mangalsutra* is crushed between the fleshy mounds. His tongue flips sexily in and out of her mouth. Hema groans deep in her throat and arches under him, her hands sliding down to his crotch, stroking and jerking his thick penis, cupping and fondling his heavy balls. "Ashok," she moans. "Fuck me ... come on ... fuck me!" He smiles and bends his head to her breasts. Hema whimpers as his thick, heavy tongue flips over one nipple, whipping it rapidly. Tiny flames of excitement leap through her body. He scrapes the nipple with his teeth, twirling and twisting it and she gasps, her face screwing up in lust, herhead jerking to one side, her back arching, her breasts rising to his mouth and lips. Squeezing the mound in his hand, the servant takes her breast in his mouth and sucks it. Hema moans, one hand under her breast, lifting it to his mouth, the other hand squeezing and kneading her second breast. "Ohhh ... yes! Ohh god yes!" she groans. Ashok sucks her breast sharply, let go and sucks again. He rubs her hard nipple across the roof of his mouth, over his gums, across his teeth. Hema shudders and moans in pleasure. He moves to the other breast and works that for some time. Then, squeezing both breasts together, he sucks them simultaneously, nibbling the twin nipples delicately. Hema gasps and writhes on the chair, clenching his head. Her tongue roves through his ear, her fingers caress his body delicately. Ashok twines her long *mangalsutra* in his fingers and, lifting his head to kiss her, scrapes the hard beads across her breasts and nipples. Hema's head jerks up and she gasps loudly, her face suffused with pleasure, soft and radiant. Ashok continues to torment her for several minutes, sucking her breasts, squeezing them in his hands, rolling the hard *mangalsutra* across her nipples. He knows her breasts are hypersensitive and that she is having tiny multiple orgasms. At last, he releases her breasts and, smiling in pleasure, moves lower, kissing her rounded belly, running his tongue through her navel. He sinks to his knees on the floor and slowly pushes her head between her thighs. Hema's cunt is streaming now. She groans and claws her cunt-lips open for her servant lover. Ashok drags his tongue up one thigh, then the other, slowly moving to her slit. Hema groans and pulls her cunt-lips wide. Ashok drinks in the beauty of her cunt, the delicate cunt-lips rimmed with soft black hair framing the tender pink flesh within which glistens with her juices. He can see the quivering stem of her swollen clitoris and the darker opening of her cunt channel. Slowly, he drags his tongue up the wet crack. Hema gasps and arches her back, her head tilting upward. "Ahhhhhh ... yes!" she groans. Her cunt is musky and heady, her cunt-juices tingling on his tongue. He laps at them gently, flicking his tongue delicately around her cunt-lips, darting around her gorged clitoris. Her hips writhe and buck. He moves his tongue up and down her slit, twisting it this way and that, curving it to a sharp point and jabbing it in and out of her cunt-flesh. Hema pulls her cunt-lips wider open. "Yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick me, Ashok ... lick my slit ... come on ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... there ... ahhh yes ... ohhh god yes yes ... there ... ahhh yes there!" Now Ashok whips his tongue at her clitoris, flicking it rapidly back and forth, and slides his thick, long middle finger into her cunt-hole. It is hot and wet and tight and it convulses frantically on his finger. He rolls his finger around in her cunt, arching it deep inward, masturbating her slowly while he tongue-fucks her. She clenches his head and bucks her hips up and down. Her head is tilted to one side, her chin on her shoulder, her mouth open. Her chest heaves. Her body rocks and jerks gently as though she is being fucked. Her hot, heavy, swollen breasts wobble and jiggle. Ashok pushes his face deep into her cunt and sucks on her clitoris. Hema cries out, her head jerking back, her breath shooting from her throat in an ululating moan, "OHHHHHH! Oh ma uhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHHH!" Ashok nibbles the hard knob of her clitoris and his finger runs rapidly in and out of her cunt, masturbating her furiously. Her body jerks and writhes frantically. She arches her back, lifting and squeezing her breasts, her hands clapped over the large, fleshy mounds, pinching and tweaking her rigid nipples. Faster and faster he moves his hand, sucking and nibbling her clitoris simultaneously and she hisses wantonly. Her body back bends and unbends, bowing and falling, her chest heaving, her hips writhing and bucking, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically as he brings her to the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm. He stops at the last minute and rises, sliding his finger out of her cunt. Hema groans loudly, panting and gasping with lust. "God ... no ... don't stop ... don't stop now, Ashok, for heaven's sake!" she gasps. Ashok laughs softly. "C'mon, bitch ... into the bedroom. I want to fuck you in bed." He steps back and saunters into her bedroom, a large, airy room with a high, soft bed at one end. On the other side of the bed, twin louvered door open onto a small balcony. There are sheer curtains over the doors and they billow in the gentle breeze. The room is softly lit by bedside lamps. Hema follows him, shedding her clothes as she goes. By the bed, he turns and pushes her to her knees and makes her suck his cock again. Gasping, Hema obeys, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him eagerly, her hands working her breasts and cunt. Ashok grunts thickly and fucks her mouth with immense pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in both hands. Hema whimpers and groans deep in her cock-filled throat. Several minutes later, he pushes her head away. He fucks her on her back on the high, soft bed. Hema spreads her legs wide, masturbating wantonly as he bends over and pushes his cock between her thighs. She reaches down with one hand to guide him to her slit. He bends over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slowly flexes his buttocks. His cock-head pops into her cunt, his shaft slipping between her fingers. She gasps and arches steeply, the breath shooting from her throat in a rattling gasp. His cock is big and thick and it fills her cunt, distending it fully, mashing her cunt-flesh and swollen clitoris. "Yes!" she gasps. "Oh god yes! Do it, Ashok! Fuck me!" The handsome servant groans and arches his head, his eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and it squeezes his penis feverishly. The fires burn in his groin and his balls ache for release. He gasps, fighting for control, and slowly swings his hips in tight, snapping arcs, flexing his buttocks taut as he swings them, un-flexing, flexing again. His cock mashes her cunt-flesh and clitoris, and slowly spirals into her slit. Hema gasps and cries out, her cunt grinding up to meet his hips in descent. Deeper and deeper he goes, tunneling and burrowing into her hot furrow till he is embedded in her cunt to the hilt. She spreads her legs wide apart and arches under him, her face suffused with lust, panting and moaning obscenely, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his forearms. "Come on ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Ashok ... fuck me! Take me, Ashok! Fuck me like a whore!" she pants, a bitch in rut. Abruptly, Ashok swings his hips up, jerking his cock outward and then slams his hips down, ramming his cock deep into her cunt. "C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my dick!" he cries. The breath whooshes from her throat and she arches, gasping and crying out under him. "OHHHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!" His cock is magnificent, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her cunt, stretching it wide, grinding down deep into her flesh. Again he rocks out, slams in, rocks out, slams in, and yet again. Hema lurches and rocks under him, her body jerking with his mad thrusts. Ashok thrusts faster and harder and deeper into her and then hits a smooth, swinging rhythm, stroking powerfully and rapidly and deeply in and out of her flesh. His hips swing up and down with steady, snapping motions, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing rhythmically, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, grinding and squelching and ramming and reaming in deep. Hema whimpers her pleasure, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, her hips rocking up and down under his. He bends his head and kisses her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She groans and arches under him, winding her arm about his head. Moving smoothly and seamlessly, he begins to swing his hips again in circles, mashing her flesh ruthlessly. Hema hisses in pleasure, her hands squeezing her breasts, scraping her *mangalsutra* over her hard nipples. "Yes ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes ... there ... oh god yes ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhh ahhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!" she goes. "Take it ... c'mon, whore ... take my dick ... take it, you fucking bitch ... c'mon ... take it all ... oh yeh ... that's it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, you randy bitch ... take my prick!" Hema begins to sweat. Perspiration trickles between her breasts, beads her brow and upper lip. Strands of hair cling damply to the nape of her neck. She gasps and whimpers, clenching his arms. Bending his head, he sucks her breasts and nipples, moving relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm grows and looms. He thrusts deep into her and flips his hands up to her breasts, crushing them under his weight, pinning her beneath him. Hema moans and thrashes hotly under him, begging for more, whimpering and crying out. Hema begins to orgasm and there is nothing Ashok can do to stop her. He groans as her hot cunt convulses frenetically on his penis and, flinging his head back, his hands crushing her breasts, drives his cock into her with deep, ramming thrusts, pausing and twitching with his penis buried in her slit. On and on he goes, ramming his cock into her till her orgasm wanes and her body sinks. She moans thickly, her chest heaving. Gently, Ashok slides out of her cunt. "Now," he murmurs. "Turn over bitch. I want to fuck you from behind." Hema groans, but is unable to resist. The temptation is too great. She turns around obediently and, on her forearms and knees before the servant, spreads her legs and presents her rear to her servant. She knows that she likes to fuck her ass; she doesn't mind it herself. Indeed, she rather enjoys the curiously sensation of having a thick, hard, long cock tunneling into her ass. "Want my ass?" she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder. For a second, the servant is tempted. He caresses her smooth, creamy buttocks, spreading them open and fingering her taut anus. He knows just how good it feels on his cock, hot and tight as a vise. She looks lovely, wanton and eager, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. He knows she will not mind. But he decides against it, at least for now. "Later," he says. "After I've fucked your slit some more." He pushes his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips. They are open and wet and he squeezes his cock into her cunt-flesh in a single penetrating thrust that forces the breath from her throat in a rattling moan. "OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" Hema gasps as the huge penis surges into flesh. Ashok starts fucking her rapidly from behind. He grips her hips and jerks her body back and forth, hammering his hips to and fro. His thighs slap audibly against her buttocks. His long, thick penis plunges and pistons and rams in and out of her cunt. Hema moans and cries out, her face lifted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her hot, swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and wobble and her *mangalsutra* swings and flaps madly as the man ram-fucks her cunt. Hema - Vivacious Beauty Ch. 03 "Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh ahh uh ah uh ah uh *hanh* uhhh oh ma *hanh* uhhh ohhh!" she gasps loudly. "Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh c'mon ... c'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it!" He slows and swings his hips in tight snapping circles, entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling into her deeply with a crushing plunger. Groaning, Hema runs her tongue sexily over her slim upper lip, hissing in pleasure. Her hips and buttocks sway and writhe erotically and turn her face over her shoulder to her servant-lover. "Yes ... ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... mmm ... yeh ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, baby! Fuck me hard!" The man chuckles and leans forward to kiss her hungrily, shoving his tongue into her mouth, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them hard in his excitement. Hema kisses him fiercely, her buttocks and hips grinding eagerly against his groin. "C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she says in a husky, lust-laden voice. The servant grins, squeezes her breasts, nuzzles the nape of her neck and straightens. Holding her slender waist, he snaps his hips forward, flexing his buttocks taut, ramming his cock into her cunt hard and deep. Hema cries out, her head jerking up, her face twisting in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips drawn back, her mouth a wide O. He pauses, buried deep in her hot cunt, his cock throbbing, his hips twitching at her waist and then, pulling out, rams in again. She gasps loudly. "OHH! Oh ma uhh OHHH! OH! OHHHH uhh oh ma uhhh *hanh*!" "C'mon! Take it! Take it, slut! Take it all! Ohh! Uhh ahh! UH! OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!" "Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ... ohh ... ohh ... Oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHH!" Gasping, grunting, his head flung back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, the man ram-fucks the lovely memsahib remorselessly. His ramming, jerking thrusts smoothen to a rapid back and forth rhythm. He rocks his hips to and fro, his fingertips in the small of her back, moving her body under his, jerking her cunt up and down and back and forth the length of his swollen shaft. His chest heaves. His cock appears and disappears between the smooth curves of her buttocks, grinding and squelching and rasping in and out of her cunt. His thighs slap at her buttocks, his balls press to her cunt-lips. "C'mon whore take it! Take it, bitch, yes! Oh fuck yes ... c'mon, bitch ... take my cock! Oh fuck yes! That's it, whore, oh fuck that's good!" "Yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh yes oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh OH ma Oh Ashok! OHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uh *hanh* ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ashok! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohh uhhh Oh ma uhh oh ma oh ma oh ma!" Hema sobs in delight. Faster and faster he goes, now gripping her waist hard again, thrusting furiously in and out of her cunt, his hips pounding back and forth. Hema gasps and cries out, lurching and rocking and jerking under him, her head raised, her cries sharp and staccato. There is a full-length mirror in front of the bed and Ashok watches her reflection, transfixed, staring at the lust on her pretty face, watching her heavy breasts jiggle and wobble, the *mangalsutra* tossing and swinging frantically. The servant's buttocks flex and un-flex rapidly, his hips driving back and forth, slapping at hers, piston and plunging rhythmically in and out of her clone passage in its ceaseless quest for release. She begins to orgasm, panting and mewing ecstatically and he squeezes her pendulous breasts, crushing the heavy, swollen mounds in his hands, pinching the rigid nipples. Hema's head swims with joy. His penis is incredible, hot and heavy and hard, moving relentlessly in and out of her convulsing cunt-channel, plunging in deep, pulling steeply outward, then spiraling down into her again. Her cunt contracts and spasms frenetically on the penis and she coasts from one orgasm to another and then on to a third. He continues fucking her furiously, banging his hips at her buttocks, making her body lurch and rock and jerk with his thrusts. His thighs whack her flesh with loud slaps that coincide with her choking gasps and shuddering moans. Finally he relents as her third orgasm wanes, and slows his motions. Hema groans and, as he eases his cock out of her cunt, sinks on her front on the bed, gasping and panting heavily. She is still on her knees and her buttocks are thrust up high. Her shoulders are on the bed, and her face is turned to one side on the pillow. The servant is beyond caring whether she wants more or not. He wants more, and that is all that matters. He rises and straddles her fleshy hips in a deep squat. Holding his cock in his hand, he pushes it back into her cunt and enters her again with a long, slow, skewering thrust. Hema moans thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as the enormous cock bursts into her wet flesh. Ashok chortles softly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. "Really love my dick in your slit, don't you, whore?" he says. "Ohh uhhhh ohhh yes," Hema moans deliriously, beyond caring. "I want your ass now," he announces. Hema cannot refuse him, nor does she want to any longer. Ashok slips his cock out of her cunt and, spreading her creamy buttocks wide open, presses the swollen cock-head to her taut anus. Hema tenses. The servant pauses, grins in anticipation and then, flexing his buttocks, slides his hips forward and pushes his cock-head into her asshole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhh Ohma uhhh OHHHHHHHHH!" The breath rushes from Hema's throat and her face contorts in a rictus of lust as the huge cock-head pops into her rear channel and the thick, long shaft follows, surging inexorably inward. Her loins flame with lust. Her anus convulses frantically on the invading penis and the servant gasps, flinging his handsome head back and groaning, pushing his penis deeper and deeper into the lovely memsahib's asshole. Gasping, he begins sodomizing her slowly and deeply and thoroughly, savouring the pleasure of her hot, tight anus on his throbbing cock's head. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips. Bending over her, he tongues her ear and nuzzles the nape of her neck. Sliding his hands under her body, he twines his fingers in her long *mangalsutra* and scrapes the beads over her stiff nipples. Beneath him, Hema whimpers joyously, her mind soaring, her body trembling and rocking and jerking as her servant-lover pushes his cock in and out of her flesh, possessing her totally and utterly, subjugating her flesh to the servant's desire.