Beginning of a new series β HEERA and her ways with MEN- chapter 01.
Rajesh Nambiar was a real woman monger. In his life of around 45 years, he had fucked more women than one can imagine and his days were so busy and sedate that nights had to be lively and full of booze accompanied with woman flesh. He never gave up on a good fuck and one could not forget that time- when he paid Rs 1.5 crores to Sonali Bendre for a weekend with her at his summer house in Mauritius.
Sonali personally flew down to Mauritius at his cost and lay nude in his arms all three nights and two days having all her possible holes reamed sucked and of course fucked during the weekend. It is rumored that she was forced to go without a bath all the 3 days and by the time she returned to Mumbai - she smelled worse then a pig in muck.
Shiela was his wife- a vixen of sorts and was very influential in high society. If Rs 1.5 crores to Sonali was big money- Shiela was good enough to make the local Indian IT company Sales Directors' flip their entire favors on to Rajesh's company- shamelessly, making other partners grimace, only and just because of Shiela, who would hold the reins- zip of their pants and purse strings for Rajesh.
Samir Mittal was a senior VP in Krypton Technologies and was a favorite of Shiela, he used to spend lot of his time with Shiela and her babes.
Shiela was a real woman - in the true sense was very influential and really had the turn on effect, not only on men but also on women. She had a bevy of starlets with her, whose sole job was to handle clientele.
Shiela gave little time to people in the lower ranks at these IT Companies- her focus was always VPs and above, this was no different while managing the Krypton account.
Samir was in town today and Rajesh had clearly told Shiela in the morning while getting ready for the office " He is acting smart - I want Krypton to advance me 20 crores of credit and leave the goods in our warehouse, I can't have him acting foolish at this time, tell him we will clear it soon'.
'How soon Raj, as you know we are holding 5 crores of inventory still with us and are not being charged interest since Samir is on our side'.
' He sleeps with my wife and my wife can count hair on his ass hole more clearly than she can do on my beard, so let us not get fooled by all that Shiela- do whatever is possible but I want the credit" saying he stormed to his office.
Raj was extremely confident that the act was only to be performed and rest will follow suit.
Samir was not to be fooled easily, he had come to the town on a private visit and definitely did not want to get entangled. Shiela was no more the 'enchantress' and this was not 'news' to Shiela. She knew from her latest 'acquisition' Ananth that the Chennai circle was full of sluts who would do the needful for Samir but she was unmindful of the game plan that Hema was already enacting on the other side of the city at this point of time.
Hema was targeting Rajesh with Shiela targeting Samir through Ananth - and neither knew of each other.
Shiela called up Ananth and told him to meet her at 'the Breeze' on Poonamalee in another hour or so, by that time she wanted to get hold of Samir's itinerary also, so that there was no loss of contact.
Samir was attending a wedding at Padi and was to be there the whole night.
Heera was a good friend of Shiela, just turned 21 years then, her sister Dharini and Shiela were friends, and Heera's journey to the world of sexual odyssey began through Shiela's lover Farid who in fact fucked Shiela at the party couple of years ago hosted by Firdus - an Iranian painter who had set up a part-time shop in Chennai.
That was a night not all wanted to remember- Shiela already 35+ did a strip tease for Firdus who painted her in the naked glory, right in front of the private audience of around 20 people, and all through the painting schedule, audience just sat and watched the perspiring Shiela naked like a new born sweating through all pores of her body getting painted on the fabric by Firdus.
That night Farid played his flute on Shiela and while he was fucking Shiela - Firdus was being rewarded for his works by Shiela with the nubile 21 year old body of Heera who was waiting for him in the room 1405 at the Chola decked in a bridal costume.
Firdus, an Iranian with a circumcised dick had only one ambition - fuck a Hindu South Indian bride.
Shiela took very little time in convincing and persuading Heera to play the sexy role that she did to the hilt.
Heera was the younger of two sisters - elder being Dharini who in fact was Shiela's class mate at college where they mated Rajesh together and just for convenience sake allowed one of them to get married to him whereas the other took to 'modeling' and 'fucking' which is a 'by-product' of the former.
Shiela waited for Ananth at Breeze and gave up very fast. She knew the answer to Samir and Rajesh's issue. She called Heera and explained the whole situation in detail.
The night of Firdus and Heera needs to be gone though before we descend on Samir and how he got manhandled or woman-handled.
Firdus reached Chola and before he could reach the reception the driver of his car - Manjunath asked him if he was staying at the Hotel.' No Manju, I have come to enjoy the loving care of a Hindu Brahmin bride waiting for me upstairs'. " Congratulations Sir, so you have married one of our girls", Manjunath was ecstatic.
" No, she is somebody else's wife and is my escort for tonight- hired to suck my dirty dick " and before Manju could respond Firdus was breezed through to his room by the Hotel attendees in no time, where lying on the bed in a south Indian kanjeeveram silk attire flooded with jasmine and rose flowers on the bed and of course in her hair was Heera.
She was waiting for him, knew him to be a Muslim and of around 47 years of age.
At that time she was just 21 and very fresh for a fuck with a gigantic cock which Firdus was supposed to be possessing.
Firdus switched the lights on and kept staring at the nuptial bed, she was radiating - her forehead was shining, what with the bridal makeup all over and was wearing jewelry which in the morning was going to be carried back by Firdus to Iran.
The jewelry was around Rs. 45 lakhs.
Firdus kept the lights on and removed his shoes and reached the bed, gently lying down he took Heera in her arms and pulled the sexy body over himself, she melted in his arms and while doing so made him get a feel of her awesome boobs which were tightly clasped within the silk bra and the burgundy blouse covering the same.
Firdus deftly uncovered the top of her body and as the saree slowly got unwound, he had a glimmer of the blouse and the shiny crevice with the fleshy valley within, her boobs looked really big and inviting.
He picked up the rose flowers and the jasmine - mashed them and slowly teased her with them on her lips before inserting them into the crevice between her boobs inside the garment, she grimaced at the act but went along with it. This was going to be a new event and different night for her, slowly Firdus lifted his mouth onto her forehead and started licking the vermilion between the hair braid and the jasmine flowers along the hair around.
He slowly ate the whole makeup on the forehead skin, descended on to her eyes and nose, messed around with her nose-ring before finally descending on to the lips which were well beautified with the vermilion lipstick and were looking blood red.
Heera was a fair lower middle class Iyengar damsel - exceedingly exotic and very pretty.
Firdus snaked his tongue into her mouth and in no time removed her blouse and bra, which he coolly tucked under the pillow besides his head. Heera was nude from the top and he started licking her insides of the mouth, while continuing to have an eyeful of her 37" boobs which were dangling in front of him like two watermelons.
He lifted her over him and her boobs came right in front of his face and now started the long 30-minute drinking on one of the mammary. Heera went berserk, with the saree nearly off- one could get a glimpse of the red petticoat inside the Kanjeeveram saree. She was about to have the fuck of her lifetime.
The saree was removed in a typical Iranian style- Firdus used the painting brush to break the 'petticoat nada' and slowly eased the saree and the petticoat off her luxurious sexy body. " All your clothes are mine and will be with me at Iran-" saying he plunged his mouth on to her lovely boobs again and started rotating his tongue from one to the other nipple very deftly.
In no time Heera's boobs and the entire chest area was a mingle of saliva juices and her own sweat, in the cool confines of the AC room Heera was 'hot', she was sweating and one can imagine how she must have been between the legs.
Suddenly Firdus lifted her over his chest and she was in the air for a while and in no time landed with her freshly shaven pussy of half an hour ago - mashing against his face. Firdus felt the bald pussy on his lips and was amazed at the exotic perfume and the passion the cunt was oozing, it was wet but before going forward with any more ministrations on the sexy cunt, Firdus took a split second glance at the owner of the pussy- lo behold.
Heera was in a state of ecstasy. Her face bore the entire womanhood's sex in it, with eyes closed and mouth partly open, Heera was par -excellence. She looked nothing more or even nothing less than a well carved beauty who was at this point of time serving the interest of her master - the circumcised dick of Firdus. .
Firdus used his tongue like a cock and drilled her pussy till eternity.
Heera was berserk and kept shouting 'AAAAAKKKHHHHH........l eavemeeeee..... Ohhhhhhhhhhh...... no....... pluck my clit........ oh...... noooo......... suck suck suck suck.... Firdus........ suck .......", if one was outside the room at that time- it could have been a real show.
Firdus was having a whale of a lifetime. He was enjoying one of the best pussies in Chennai and a real fresh pussy at that.