Dark Side Of Hema

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Ananth sprayed the entire cum into her cunt but the last drops were dropped into her mouth in a strange manner this time. He came up on the bed and straddling her chest, opened her mouth with his hands and dipped his dick into the hollow cavity only to make her get the taste straight on her tongue. He was behaving different.

She looked at him from the depth of her dark eyes, infatuated and wanting him more and more, strangely Venkaji never appealed to her so much.

Ananth buttoned his shirt carefully and glanced at the voluptuous young Hema lying on the bed, her thighs sprawled, still open and wet, and desperately wanted to go back to her and this time put his prick into her ass.

Thinking about it was anyway only a dream for now, since time was running out and he had to reach RS Puram as early as possible, he reached inside the underwear and adjusted his still half erect prick so that it was where it should be and then took up his trousers and put them on, buttoned the same turned to face her.

"Hema, you can help me out of this mess and that is one reason why I wanted to rush you here, look," he hesitated talking down to her on the bed.

"You are a real vixen in bed and I know you enjoy fucking like a rabbit, my boss Dayal is a lusty character and will be willing to save my job if you could get him over after I leave, pacify him in your own inimitable style. Do it just for me, you know what I am saying, you will have to make it look like he is getting to force you a little at first."

She did hear him but looked into his eyes as if it was a void, it did really matter to Hema that Ananth held his respectable job, in fact Venkaji was still not aware of the same and they both wanted to somehow reveal it to him only after the whole issue displayed a polished outlook.

Though it shocked her and that too coming from Ananth, Hema knew it did not really matter, he obviously had to think of some desperate solution and if this worked, let it.

Of course for Hema, sex was okay only with people who appealed and just hoped that this 'Dayal' guy was somebody who would be good in bed but the scales were reversed in this case, it was he who had to be satisfied.

This was somewhat not pleasant to Hema but she decided to make the most out of the situation.

Not only had he got her here but apparently was planning to use her as he had just done, and also in a more perverse way shortly for some more time. The shy boy had come of age.

Mr. Dayal the MD of Tractors Ltd had called Ananth for a final hearing and later to give him his final settlement. Ananth gave a last look at the bitchy body lying on the bed,' You know what you will do, call him and tell him exactly why you are here and what you expect', saying he started to leave for the office.

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Hema was left on the bed long after he had gone thinking and devising the action plan. She got up naked from the bed and took out the shaving and the antidote cream. She picked up the latest Braun series hair removing razor and came back to the bed and lying on her back reached between the legs only to find the cunt still wet and tingling. She felt very erotic and was eagerly looking forward to sawing the crack with the razor while it removed the left over pubic strands and bush.

Her concentration was intact for the next 10 minutes and she shaved the entire pubic area to a clean spotless hairless surface and then went into the bathroom, took a tumbler of hot water from the tap and washed the cunt thoroughly.

'Aaaaahhhh…Ooohhhhhhh' she exclaimed for a while, the feeling was too good to be given up in a haste. Hema finally got under the shower and took a luxurious bath, shampooing her self with the latest lube from Pantene and used the sexy lingering and erotically sensuous soap 'Sundar Madhuri' to wash herself.

Her thoughts went back to the morning, to the beginning of the day, her arrival at the house and all the events that followed. She was now very clear that Ananth was becoming smart and was planning to use her. Hema smiled, Ananth was a kid on the block if he thought so, she will get him to retain his job but on her terms.

Returning to the bedroom she reached for her bag and pulled out the sexy sleeveless kameez and the shimmering Salwar. This set was sold without any 'chuni' and the kameez was not only sleeveless but also with thin straps which went around the 'naked' shoulders, reason being that area on the kameez was without any cloth, a latest design in women wear.
She looked at herself in the mirror and fairly knew that this was going to cause quite an eye to flutter at the office and could even spark a riot. She quickly applied her usual makeup but made sure the Iyengar mangalsutra was dangling on the bodice and applied makeup to the eyelashes for the final time and sprayed the erotic spray between the legs before getting out of the house.

Wait for the next Episode - " Surprise in Store for Hema at the office".

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Hema’s dark life really begins- pleasure is replaced by fear and betrayal…

Hema excited the auto driver, who for most of his time was eyeing the dusky slut through the rear view mirror while driving her to the RS Puram office of Tractors Ltd, he was sure she was a high priced whore.

He somehow suppressed his inner desire of propositioning to her with rich clients, only because of the 'mangalsutra'.

Anyway, he knew where she stayed and since he belonged to the same area made up his mind to track her down soon, either today or whenever possible. He had not seen this pussy earlier so was sure she had come new to the town and was not very conversant with Coimbatore, a town famous for the ultimate in cases of 'wife swapping' and 'illicit sex'.

If Guinness Book had to do a study in this subject, they could straight away descend on Coimbatore. In the days gone by the town was agog with a hot topic that the elite of Coimbatore rich had fucked the famous actress south Indian actress Bhanupriya for four long days and nights, without a cloth on her body.

Hema reached Dayal's office, it was on the first floor and his secretary Suma ushered her in to the chambers, Hema could not trace Ananth who would be upset that she came all the way instead of making a telephone call to Dayal and calling him over to their home.

Hema treated her sexual life differently and took adventure real seriously.

She was not in the least surprised when told to go straight through his office into the private apartment at the rear. She had heard of Ash having such arrangements in Chennai from Radha, upon entering the plush room she saw Dayal for the first time, standing in a silk dressing robe and she knew from her past experience with men that he was naked, quite naked beneath it.

She really felt disappointed, he was a horrible looking man, balding with thick eyebrows that made a mockery of his 35 years of age, she started trembling when she saw how he ogled her legs, eyes piercing through the shimmering salwar as soon as he saw her.

"Nice to see you Mrs Venkaji, Ash recommended I meet you in person" he greeted her, shocking the wind out of Hema's sails who nearly fainted upon hearing this statement, "Have a drink, let me see if I remember correctly, you're a teetotaler right?"

She nodded, and he closed the door behind her, and went to the cocktail bar and poured a soft drink with a slice of big lemon and handed the glass to her, his other hand touched the naked shoulders over the silk straps, as he stood close.

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She sipped at the potent drink and tried not to show her displeasure of the way his hand had moved to caress over her rounded corners on the shoulders, that entire stretch on both the sides was naked, Hema had dressed for a kill and she was getting it.

"Has Ananth come in.?" blurted Hema darling to Dayal, who sneered at that name, ' Bastard, should have known better than fucking you in his house and telling all of us that he is in Chennai attending to his sick mother", she nodded apologetically, 'I am sorry, please don't punish him for that mistake'.

' Madam, Main to use hee nahin, tumhe bhi nahin chodoonga, teri chut ka main bhosda to banooanga hii..par tujhe randi banake chodunga' thus spoke Dayal in chaste Hindi, Hema understood the essence of it, she had very poor knowledge of the language.

He pointed her towards the very comfortable and expensive sofa and Hema moved across to it and settled herself down.

He brought a footstool and couched down in front of her, " I will fuck you and suck you and then again fuck you, after that you have a surprise pack of the day, Ash will be coming here at around 2pm, he will take you to the Club and the rooms there are really made for fucking wives of other men, that is exactly what he will be doing. He wanted a king size portrait of Venkaji, you know why...Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha...' laughed Dayal, 'he wants to keep it in front of the bed while he fucks you, by the way the chul buli chut Radha is with him, so you can resume your bisexual interest while he reams your ass and creams your pussy'.

Hema was getting too much on a single day. Her jet set erotic private life, full of sexual odyssey was going over the trees crashing into oblivion. She felt like a trapped kitten and was absolutely without escape. She pleaded with him to leave her and told him to do whatever he wanted with Ananth.

Just then Ananth entered the room, "You did real good work there Bhabhi, that shows your true character', he said softly.

"I am so pleased with you that I've got your little reward over there." and he nodded towards an envelope kept on the table.

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Hema was not able to guess but whatever it maybe, she did not deserve to be treated like this, it now looked clear to her that she was being thoroughly betrayed by Ananth.

She opened the envelope and out dropped more than 200 photographs of all her fuckings with Ananth and Meekri including the one she had in the early part of today immediately upon her arrival from Chennai.

She winced, this was pure betrayal, 'Brother will divorce you in 2 seconds and I will sell you to a brothel immediately after that, bitch, do you deserve to wear that Mangalsutra,' saying he was about to snap the ornament off her body when Dayal pinched him.

' Bhayya majja lootne ke liye rahne do na, hum isko issike saat chodhenge', and this brought weakness to her knees and she started fainting, Ananth's hands slid unto her top and helped her back to the sofa.

Dayal started moving his hands slowly over the salwar, she had to please this man or she would not get that envelope at all, his strong hands slid up to the tops of her salwar, paused for a moment or so to grip at the strong bind of the ‘nada’. The hot palms slid on to her bare flesh below it resulting in snapping of the rope and letting the garment come off her legs easily.

Her pussy was nude, after all Hema was not wearing a panty.

She saw his face turn devilish, Hema knew she had the best pair of legs and she also knew exactly how much a man enjoyed touching her thighs thoroughly.

Dayal moved his hands down and gripped her slim legs and stretched her legs well apart, then he placed her sandals firmly on the corners of the stool and with slow deliberate care he raised her legs higher and higher until all her delicious pussy in its pristine glory was revealed.

Then the inevitable happened which startled Hema, Ananth came from behind to catch hold of her boobs and started pressing them through the kameez and without warning snapped at the straps on the shoulders.

Hema was left with a garment that had no use now, Dayal immediately grabbed the kameez over both her boobs and shoving Ananth away from the body, he made sure the kameez was rolled down to her navel. It was left there as a proof of a garment Hema had worn and she was expected to keep that on through the morning, into the late afternoon, as long as they fucked.

Ananth once again descended on her boobs instructing Dayal,' Dayal, kiss her pussy and suck hard on the clit, spread the fuckin cunt with both your hands and press the tongue on her clit and keep it like that for some time, she will ooze cum in seconds. She is a pro and always ready, once she starts leaking, there is no going back. By the way that bastard Manjit is on his way, the surdy wants to fuck her ass. Last time as a voyeur he had watched us enjoying ourselves and promptly reported to you,’