Owned By Hemangini – 2 free porn video

Introduction: This is the second part of the story about how an erotic columnist interviews Hemangini for his upcoming work on femdom. Hemangini dictates about how she changed her married life after turning her husband Tushar into a slave. The story is narrated by the columnist of his interviewing with Hemangini.

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I parked just outside Hemangini’s lawn. I rang the door bell after walking my way towards the door steps. The door opened with Hemangini standing on the other side. She was in the meadow green kurta with shiny black leggings at the bottom, her hairs were tied in a looped bun which again made her face shine like the jewel of a woman she was.

“Oh, looking lovely Hemangini,” I said after making my way in.

“Haha, thank you Avinash Ji (Ji is used after a name to show the respect credence to the person)!” Hemangini said after giving away a laugh.

“Ji? And I thought someone asked me not to be formal, such a shame!” We got into laughing harder in no time. We took our seats. Hemangini poured the wine into her glass. I held my tea before I spoke.

“Shall we?” I asked after taking out the recorder.

“Of course Avinash.”

I tapped the start button and the reel started rolling.

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“[[ It had been 10 good days since I started to dominate on Tushar. I hurt him, punished him and also fucked his ass on random days in this period. I didn’t cuckold him because I was still less confident for that thing. I woke up naked next to Tushar. He was still having a good grip on my shoulders and his cheek was laid on my right boob. He looked as lovely as the water flowing down from the hills from the edges of the fog and meadows.

I kissed his forehead. I nudged on his cheek with my finger before introducing a lovely light slap on it. Tushar opened his eyes partially. He settled himself between my pussy before my call. It’s ten days past now since I introduced him into this new set of rules of life.

Tushar glued his mouth to my pussy. I locked my one leg on his head, before getting a good grip on his hairs. I closed my eyes to release all of the distilled water in his mouth. All of my pale golden showers was slurped in by him in a second.

“Thank you Mistress,” Tushar said after getting on his knees under the bed. I stretched my body out of relaxation after getting up from the bed. I kissed his forehead. I grabbed Tushar by his waist after bringing him up from the floor. He held my shoulders after taking his hand from my back. We went to the bathroom. Tushar bathed while I got in my tracksuit to go out for a workout.

I did some crude squatting with low weight-lifting to tone up my stout arms. I returned home in half an hour. Being naked, Tushar was still cleaning the hall floor. He left his work in between after catching the glimpses of me in the house.

Tushar came down quickly. I sat on the couch. Tushar leaned in towards me after settling himself on the knees. He started to lick my sweaty neck. He made his way at my underarms. He hiked my T-shirt up to lick the sweat around my belly. I did the T-shirt out of the top to make him lick all over my sweaty breasts. I knew how much Tushar loved my clothed legs and butt, because of his always visible intents since we got tied in the knot. My butt was almost triple the size of his face.

I turned around with my ass facing him. I asked him to worship my ass. Tushar started kissing my ass through the leggings. He pressed on it before getting deeper in his hunger for my butt. I closed my eyes in pleasure. Tushar kept kissing my 42 inched butt for another five minutes. He was fully covered my ass.

I stopped him in between. Tushar pulled my leggings down as I instructed him to do. I made him stick his face in my asshole before I released a loud fart on his face. I didn’t know hot or ridiculous it was but it was pleasing to humiliate him by the filthy traits.

It was the time when I bring in the another phase of my dominance on him, but this time it was to pull out positives from it regardless of my own pleasure. I came at his front with a gift. I handed him the wireless Bluetooth headset. Tushar had an obvious question in his eyes.

“This is for you slave.” I looked in his eyes.

“What use is it of, Mistress?” Tushar asked sheepishly.

“You are supposed to wear them when getting before your bosses. It has a high voice catching power that could clearly make the 6-7 feet away noises audible. I’m sure this is the exact distances you could be keeping with your bosses. You are ought to give me a call when they or any other senior prick asks for your presence before them. Your words would be owned by me baby, I won’t only control your words but also the pitch of it. Get dressed and get my attire ready as well. I’m up for shower baby.” I patted on his ass once and left for the bathroom.

I stood under the shower to let the water hit my body. I felt a different energy in me with what was happening. I stayed there for sometime to gather my thoughts of what was actually happening in my life. I prepared to go out. Tushar soaked me dry with the towel.

He helped me get my blue and gray pair of bra and underwear. He had these pairs of white and floral navy salwar chemise with the Patiala dupatta at the top, he dressed me in it; I combed my open wavy hairs. Tushar looked fabulous as always in his corporal clothes.

I held him by his waist to hug him from side ways as we walked out of the house. I held Tushar at the door front by his ass to kiss him to a goodbye, he settled his hands just on my shoulders. We settled in our cars before leaving for our works. It was a great morning again. I didn’t feel this positive since a very long time but still had something going in some corner of my head.

I went to the salon. I patted Adi on the top of his ass for a good morning. He was having a customer so he couldn’t turn his head but just answered while working. I went to my cabin to do the files before I came out after taking a sip of the scotch. The wine was getting regular after stepping in this relationship. I kept working until afternoon. I attended some customers.

I saw my phone buzzing with Tushar’s name flashing on it. I took the call.

“I’m supposed to meet my boss in 10 minutes, Mistress,” Tushar spoke out of the creep he had in his voice.

“Get the headphone on your ear baby. I would be the one to guide you in your meeting. And you are supposed to go there in 15 minutes. Call me once you are at the inside of his cabin. See you.” I was very confident of Tushar leaving his impression elegantly before his boss. I had an email from an old friend who was now a top attorney of the city. I had all the information about his boss by now, like what good he did, what bad? pros and cons, everything in whole.

I read all through it and I knew exactly what to do. Tushar called me in the 14th minute when he was about to enter in.

“Good morning Tushar.” I heard his boss.

“Good morning.” I spoke, Tushar repeated after me, “Good morning, SIR.” It was not exactly what I asked him to say but it had to keep going.

“What date is it son?” Tushar’s boss was a 65 years old bastard, so this tone was still fair.

“I am not sure,” I said. Tushar stayed mum for a long second before speaking in a low voice, “I am not sure Sir.” Tushar committed many errors already.

“What do you mean by I don’t know?” His voice raised and echoed all over the room.

“I said I was not sure. Regardless of I do know it’s 9th.” Tushar kept on repeating after me. I had a cruel laugh in my head after the moment got created there. Tushar’s boss was pissed in anger.

“Are you any concerned of what the situation is Tushar? But you are more concerned with getting in plays with me. Do you understand I could fire you right away?” He spoke in much harsh tone with my husband. I was really not convinced by it.

“My sheet is not as bad as the sheet last year that had the invoices set so absurdly in it that it ended up bankrupting our long corporate ally ‘Sheetal Industries’, Sir!”

Last year, Tushar’s boss was guilty to have carried out the large scam by pick pocketing crores of rupees from their long time partners Sheetal Industries. He still had an ongoing investigation on him. I thought this was enough to let him remember his scar and I was right.

“You know as a professional my hands were tied then. I was helpless, we still have the investigation going to find the accused one. Do you mean that it was carried out by me?” I heard his pitch down from the previous one, he sounded a bit offended by Tushar’s knowledge of it.

“I’m just asking you to pass my sheet on Sir. This is the best shape it could get in.” Tushar repeated after me. I didn’t know about how good Tushar would have made the sheet, but his work was always above excellent in my knowledge from the past experiences.

“Okay okay, I take your submission for good. But from next time… it’s okay you can go, son.” I punched in the air for a victory gesture. I clearly sensed the sweat on boss’s forehead following his clumsy pitch out of fear.

“Thank you, sir, have a nice day,” Tushar spoke. Except the last one, I never asked Tushar to call out Sir but he still did. Tushar spoke after a minute.

“I couldn’t believe how it happened, I have been trying since a week now. I couldn’t believe either how easy it could get. Thank you mistress.” Tushar sounded much happy. I was glad for his amusement. I sensed my husband from the past in his voice but it was not even the quarter we went through.

“It’s okay. I will see you in the evening. I love you too slave.” I hung up. I was very convinced with how things went. Tushar had many errors while repeating after but I don’t know if it was totally in favour of the obedience. I planned to whip him out of his mistakes, but I had this confused vibe surrounding me.

Even when I had a good day, I was much in the mood swings with the awkward clumsiness going in my mind with the constant thought of if all this was very right. All of the pisses, punishments, pegging, farts, slaps was rounding my head. I was restless.

I picked the phone to dial to Mrs. Mehra. I asked her for a visit and she promised a visit after her court sessions. It was the evening when the salon just closed and every worker returned to their respective houses. Mrs. Mehra just parked her X1 in the parking lot. She was still in her white court Saree and the band around her neck. Making her way in my cabin she gave me a meeting hug.

“Yes yes, how can I help my fellow mistress?” Her first words, as soon as she touched me.

“I’m looking forward to Tushar’s services as a slave for a longer time than I decided.” I hurriedly spoke in a go still her in my arms.

“And?”

“And I’m nervous.” I felt very low mentally. Mrs. Mehra gave a satirical laugh. She sat in the chair with her legs crossed.

“I always doubted your abilities Hemangini. This thing is just not for the ladies of your age. It’s heartfelt, but I think you should quit.” My heart had a cold breeze as soon as she spoke of it, I heard my ego cracking down in pieces. “What?” was all I could say in a low voice again.

“Take a seat please.” She said after pointing at the table side where her chair lied. I had a weird trembling when I made my way to the table. I sat just above her with my legs hanging down. Mrs. Mehra kept her hand at my right thigh before starting to speak.

“You have still not developed even the slightest attitude to make it into this personality dear. Mistresses don’t fear or get nervous for anything.” Saying that she started rubbing her both the hands on my thighs. “These iron legs.” She dragged her hands on my hips and waist before ending at my boobs and squeezing it under her palms, “These bust”. She got her hands more upwards before finally placing them on my cheeks, “And this cruel beauty. ALL THESE ARE OF NO USE.” She raised her voice by grinding her teeth and dropped her hand on my cheeks for a hard pat which almost felt like a slap.

Considering her personality, Mrs. Mehra had a tough voice of a blunt attorney. I was very ashamed; I had my heart beating at a very fast rate after hearing to all this from her. She left her seat to bent forward towards me with her head coming closer. I didn’t manage an eye contact with her. Before I could move my head to the side, She spit on my face. I felt her thick fluid rolling all over my nose and cheek. I was shocked by her gesture. Mrs. Mehra held my chin with a tight grip before speaking,

“You are fake.” I closed my eyes in grief. Mrs. Mehra threw her spit on my face again. I was not much convinced after feeling it on my face again, “You are fake.” Before I could open my eyes, she yet again spits on my face. I had my fist closed in anger as soon as I felt it for the third time on my face. Mrs. Mehra nudged me heavily on my shoulders to make me fall backward before getting straight on her feet again. “You are fake and a waste of time.”

Mrs. Mehra started to head towards the door before I spoke in a low voice with a little gnash my teeth, “I’M NOT FAKE.” “You are dear.” I had my head boiling in anger with her rude replies. She started to gather her stuff to start making her way out. I said it again in a raised tone, “I am not fake.” She ironically smiled at me and kept walking. I couldn’t believe the inferiority she inflicted on me, I never felt this angry before in my life.

Mrs. Mehra was just on the door before I left the table to approach her in my angry rage. I turned Mrs. Mehra around before holding her chin with my hand and sticking her to the wall. I was well built and four inches taller than her. I yelled after getting close to her face, “I AM NOT FAKE, BITCH.” She still had the little laugh on her face and she said, “Being strong doesn’t means being real. You lack attitude dear.”

I got my grip on her chin tighter. Her chin had the red marks on it of my fingers’ pressure being very tight. I lifted her up from the ground with my strength. I dropped a hard slap on her cheek. She didn’t get away from the laugh on her cheeks, she kept looking in my eyes. I was more angry by it. I got her away from the wall before dropping her down cruelly on the table. I laid myself on her and got on her top.

“How do you feel now?” I yelled at her face again.

“This rage is temporary, Hemangini. This is not you. YOU ARE FAKE.” Saying that she spit on my face again.

I had my conscience faded in it’s whole, I was very furious at her. I brought two more hard slaps on her face and yelled again, “How dare you?”. Mrs. Mehra had a little tear in her eyes with my raining rage upon her. I yelled at her with the loudest pitch till now, “It’s you who will clean my face now, now get to it bitch.”

“Ain’t you nervous now, Hemangini?” I stopped as soon as Mrs. Mehra spoke, I was brought back to my conscience. I had my eyes wide, after realising to what I did in the last few minutes in the heat of the moment. Before I could speak anything she brought me closer from my face. “This is the real you, this is the real you and I’m proud of you bitch, now let me help you with this.” Saying that Mrs. Mehra brought me closer to her.

She licked clean all of her spit from my face. As soon as she reached around my lips, she entered her tongue in my mouth. Our lips met and we began to kiss. We grabbed each other from our busts before getting into a deep and wet kissing for few more minutes. I entered my fingers in her saree before settling it in her pussy, she digs her two fingers in my pussy from my salwar. We fingered each other and kept moaning in pleasure.

Mrs. Mehra just stopped in between followed by a low voice, “You are fake.” She oozed out an impulsive smirk on her cheeks.

I spit at her face before slowly licking it off her face with my tongue and said, “I’m not.” We got into a huge and loud laughter. We kissed for more than a minute again and came up from the table. I hugged Mrs. Mehra before whispering in her ears, “I cannot wait to see you again, Mistress.” She got her hands on my ass through the salwar and pressed on it with a smile. She adjusted her Saree back and made her way out.

I headed back home. Before reaching home, I stopped by at a cafe to meet Prakhar. Prakhar was the attorney friend who helped me with Tushar’s bosses information. He was the guy whom I always thought of dating in my college days until I met Tushar and we got tied in the knot. He waited for me outside the cafe.

Prakhar approached to greet me with a light hug. We were friends for many years now. I had a nice little chat with him before the vital part began.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough dear!” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay, Hema. I did what I was supposed to do as a friend.” Prakhar spoke out of his decency.

“Are you seeing anyone?” I asked him out of the blue.

“Umm.. no, not lately, why?”

“Then allow me to thank you tomorrow night dear. No flower vase is needed, just bring the extra rubber and stamina with you.” I smirked at him. Prakhar was very confused by my words.

“But you are married Hema, ain’t you?”

“I would mail you with all the possible details about it dear. I’m looking forward towards tomorrow night. See you!” I hugged him lightly to bade him a good night. I was not going to hesitate in opening up my relationship before him as he was more of a sensible mature guy with an understanding level above Adi. I drove my way towards home.

Being naked, Tushar greeted me inside by kneeling down on the floor. He started to kiss my feet for a welcome. I patted on his head. I offered my feet to him, Tushar licked on my thumb in affection. I noticed his asshole quite visible from his crack after it was widened up from the abuse. I stayed at the door front, before letting him know about my urgency to pee.

Tushar slid my lehenga down with my underwear. I mounted on his head and pissed directly in his mouth. Tushar gulped all of it down obediently. I kissed his forehead to leave for the bathroom. I came out changed in my sleep wears while Tushar prepared the dinner. I had the disciplining sessions prepared after the dinner. Tushar was no less than a professional chef in Bengali food.

I allowed him a normal dinner by being on the opposite side of the table. He prepared the masala fried pomfret fish curry with the traditional rice. We ate on it with all of our amusement. ‘Delicious’ word could not have been enough to explain Tushar’s recipe. I finished my dinner. Tushar was about to get his rice done before the devil at my shoulder kicked in.

I held his plate and poured the handful of remaining rice on the table. Tushar gazed at me with confused eyes. “Finish your dinner and clean the bathroom. I want to see you at our judicial table in 15 minutes. I would get the plates done and remember, no hands involved.” Saying that I poured my leftovers on the table as well. I smiled before his face after getting the plates from the table and then in the kitchen. Tushar licked all the rice and my leftover curry and rice from the table with his tongue. I enjoyed the view from the sink.

Tushar met me at the judicial table. I cuffed his hands under the table after locking his feet with the legs of the table. Tushar had his body above the waist laid on the entire table with just his hips at the edge, exposing his full ass. Tushar had a little shaking on his body out of the creepy roller coaster he was going to be in. I stood at his back just behind his butt. I explored my hand all over his butt. I loved my husband in reality and that was the reason I had him going through this.

I exerted a tight spank on his ass cheek with my hand, Tushar breathes heavily. I got my hand roaming deeper in his bottom before stopping just at his testicles. I ran my nails gently on his filled testicles. He responded with a large fuss.

“Thoughts on today’s scenes baby?” I asked Tushar.
“I’m sure you would save me from every harmful energy out there. I’m thankful to you being a part of my miserable life. I love you, mistress.” He had a lovely and pleasing pitch in his throat. I had a cold feeling running in my nerves after hearing to Tushar.

“But who would save you from me, slave?” I said after pushing my middle finger into his asshole. Tushar digs his head on the table in ecstasy. I didn’t plan to fuck him. I got my finger out.

“I’m still not a good judge at performances but could you help to tell me how good were you today slave?” I asked.

“It would be a pleasure mistress.” I kept my phone at the front of the table. All of his conversation with me was recorded on my phone. I played the full recording. Tushar listened to it very carefully since the beginning.

“Now tell me, How good you were a slave? Did you repeat my words exactly after my speaking?”

“I overdid ‘Sir’ in all the lines

mistress.” I loved his loyalty towards me.

“Is it acceptable?” We were heading there firmly.

“No Mistress,” Tushar said.

I took the cane up from the ground. Tushar couldn’t see me at the back so he had no idea of what was going to happen.

“So let it be like that then!” saying that I brought the thick cane on his ass with a greater intensity. It made a loud striking sound. Tushar vibrated in pain. “I think this is enough to make you learn, isn’t it babe?” I was playing with his mind.

“I deserve more, Mistress.” Tushar was heading exactly where I wanted him to. I brought it hard again on his ass. “I couldn’t hear you?” I shouted.

“More” Tushar shouted in with the same pitch. I brought the cane again on his ass with him saying it loud again. I stopped at the fifteenth stroke on his ass. I yelled at him again, “Is this enough?”. He had tears flowing down his cheeks due to the pain. Tushar spoke in a heavy breathing voice of crying, “More Mistress.” I was filled with certain anger after Tushar was not willing to give up.

I aimed at his ass again for five more before finally having mercy on my poor husband. Tushar was crying in pain after his ass was fully covered with red parallel lines all over it. I wiped his tears from his face. I planted kissed at the side of his head, “Would you dare to disobey me again slave?”

“I won’t a mistress,” Tushar spoke in the low tone with the grief still flowing from his eyes. I freed his body from the table. I held him from the side waist to take him in our bed. I hugged him with all the greatest love flowing down my veins for him. I stayed at the bottom while Tushar mounted on my top.

Tushar started kissing my neck. I placed his hand on my boobs, He returned by squeezing my all 36 inches bust in his palms. I closed my eyes in affection. He slid my shorts down my hips to expose my hairy pussy. Tushar stocked his finger in my pussy, before getting in a wet overlap of our lips. I licked on his tongue and kept eating his lips under my teeth. I already came in one orgasm with his quick fingers in and out of my pussy. Tushar started to come between my legs.

I held his 7 inched cocks to drive it in my pussy. I moaned harder, once it fits inside and Tushar hit my cervix wall. I grabbed his body in my arms tightly. Tushar kept on increasing his pace with each stroke. No words could have described the feeling of my husband digging in my pussy. It was great to have him back for this time. Tushar fucked me for more than a minute before coming to me finally.

I sensed his thick lava jet on my cervix wall. We stayed in our arms for a long time to hug and catch our breathe. Tushar drowned in my pussy to lick away his cum from my thighs.

I held his head at my shoulders to cuddle him to sleep. Tushar rubbed his head on my boobs before speaking, “I’m so lucky to have you, mistress.”

“You might not be very lucky tomorrow or on random days baby when you see me with other men. You are still far away from the qualities of a husband with whom I could get laid-in every night.” Before Tushar could speak anything, I slid my finger in his anus again and grabbed his chest to remind him of his position. Tushar closed his eyes in affection before I held him tighter in my arms to fall asleep. I kissed his forehead.

We had a decent start to the day. Tushar did his usual chores while took some time out to get me in the good pair of white leggings and blue kurta. After a nice breakfast, we fled to our respective works. I bade Adi and everyone in the salon a good morning. Entering my cabin, I quickly went online on the computer.

I took some good minutes to type to Prakhar all about my relationship. I also mentioned how Tushar would serve as a cuckold when Prakhar would be in my bed with me this evening. I had a formal reply from him with, “We would have a one to one in brief at your place. See you.” I was not comfortable with this.

I had a decent working day. I helped Tushar in his meeting with one more of his seniors who had a lawsuit filed against him a few months ago. I decorated his dialogues again and made him repeat after me. Tushar again left a whelming impression against his seniors. It was a win-win for both of us.

Tushar welcomed me on his knees. I went to change while I sent him to get the dinner ready. We had our dinner by 8, Prakhar was expected to arrive in 90 minutes. I tightened my lace up once we were done eating our dinner. I allowed Tushar some loose shorts and a T-shirt.

I sat in the chair with Tushar right before me in the other. Looking straight into his eyes I started, “We have a guest coming tonight baby.”

“Okay, Mistress.” I knew following his obedience, he won’t ask much about it.

“It’s one of my friends from the college days. He is the same attorney who revealed your bosses’ secrets to me. It would just be a little thanking gesture to him by us. I am sure there is no reason to get offended there, isn’t it?”

“Yes mistress, there is not,” Tushar said as he looked down at the floor.

“You are expected to be present there before him. You might have to give him a blowjob on his asking because it’s not only me who owes him a big thanking.” I saw Tushar’s legs shaking in enthusiasm as I spoke. “This is your obedience test, you know what you could have coming after failing at this.” I nudged on his thighs lightly.

“I won’t disappoint you, Mistress.” I bent forward to grab him by his hairs and brought him closer to my face, “You better not.” I kissed on his forehead before turning myself to the couch for some television before Prakhar’s arrival. Tushar returned to his work silently after a minute of some deep thought.

The clock showed 20 minutes to Prakhar’s arrival. I went to do my hairs a bit, I left it open and wavy. I laid it at the front of my shoulders ending just above my boobs. I showered the sprinkles of Clive Christian on my neck and body. I changed myself to the purple babydoll without any bra.

It fitted half my boobs in its single layer bust panel at both the sides and left them half bare. The fly away frontal panel of the chemise left my belly clearly visible through its triangular borders, it ended just above my royal blue satin panties, leaving the frontal underwear covering my pussy fully open. My navel was fully visible. The rear end of the chemise lied just at the top of my inner thighs; being transparent, it revealed all my back with the satin panties covering half of my butt skin from the middle, leaving it bare at the sides. My legs under the panties were entirely bare.

I heard the doorbell ringing when I was just finished with my slutty lipstick. I opened the door to this huge 6’2 handsome man with a black rose in his hand. I was startled by his choice of the bequest. Prakhar kept looking at me for a minute by fluctuating his eyes a dozen of times on my half bare body and under the chemise.

“Oh, you Hema!” He said after breathing heavily, “This is tantalizing me from top to bottom, You look very hot.” I noticed his hard-on taken the shape inside his pants. I leaned forward to hug and kiss him on his cheeks. I got him in.

“Black Rose?”

“Oh yes, this is to honor this dark side of yours that you are keeping inside of you Mistress Hemangini, isn’t it what he calls you with? And having said that, where is he?”

“Haha, yes I make him call me this way. It’s a constant reminder of our roles, he would be here at any minute after cleaning the garden.” I said.

“I was okay with all of it, but here is this one thing bothering me since morning, Do you really piss him Hemangini?” Prakhar had a curious look in his eyes.

“Yes twice on mandates and raises at times,” I said.

“Ughh, could I have a drink? A more filtered one I reckon, not a pale distilled!” He smirked a bit saying that. I got into a laughter before Tushar arrived before us. He had his eyes rolling on my babydoll which has been used often in the past for our sexual activities.

“Tushar, bring the Moscato in three half glasses baby. Do it in two minutes!” I commanded Tushar softly. Prakhar had his eyes rolling in curiosity at Tushar. He brought the drinks at the table in less than a minute. Tushar handed the glasses to us.

“You can have your glass as well baby when helping Prakhar out of his shoes,” I commanded him again. Tushar had his head down in obedience. He got on the floor to start doing his shoes out of his feet. I laid my legs on Tushar’s shoulders while got my hands on Prakhar’s waist. I pulled him over to begin to kiss him on his well-shaped lips.

He replied in the no less intensity, we started to feel our wet lips with more clarity on each other. I had my side vision rolling over at Tushar when he lied down with the pleasing humiliated look in his eyes. I rubbed my legs on his shoulders while rubbed Prakhar’s dick from his pants, he got his hands on my bare belly before taking it under my chemise top to feel my breasts under his palms. I got him up to take him in the bedroom, Tushar followed us.

We stood at the edge of the bed. I brought Prakhar closer, to start eating his lips again. He licked on my lips and grabbed my butt through the satin panties under the chemise. I entered my tongue in his mouth and our tongues danced upon each other. He started to take his hands to his pant’s button before I stopped him.

I brought Tushar on our side, “I want you to undress Prakhar, and then get naked yourself before sitting at the edge. Start right now.” I commanded Tushar and without giving a second look at him, I started kissing him again.

Tushar unbuttoned his pants from the side and slid it down his waist, he did his underwear too before leaving Prakhar naked with his 8 inched shafts exposed. I stared at it with all the glare in my eyes. Prakhar had a little fuss after watching Tushar’s welts following his punishment last night.

I held Prakhar’s dick in my hands and said, “Come on baby, blow on this fantastic thing.” Prakhar had his eyes in amazement again while Tushar was lying there shocked on the ground.

After few second of him unmoved, I grabbed him by his hairs to pull him closer to his dick. I placed the dick in his mouth, Tushar had his eyes in tears as soon as he started to get it in and out of his mouth. I had the slightest cold feeling in my stomach, but that was gone until Prakhar approached me again.

I came from Tushar’s back to hit his head with my hips to get his penis more in his mouth before starting to kiss him again. My lower lip went sore after the hard and intense kissing with Prakhar. I stopped Tushar in his 3rd minute of sucking. He had tears covered all over his face. Tushar lied at the edge of the bed while I pushed Prakhar on the bed.

I took the top and began to kiss his neck harder. I rested a bit in between to have a good luck at Tushar under the bed before going in again. He got his hands on my satin panties and started to slide it off my hips. He slid my babydoll down as well to expose my full boobs.

Prakhar started to kiss on my boobs. I moved a bit until he placed me in his bottom. He kissed my neck harder. I moaned in pleasure as soon as he left some giant teeth digging into my neck. He unbuttoned the chemise from my waist. I rolled the condom on his penis.

Prakhar started to come down with more intensity than I ever felt in my vagina. I felt his dick stretching my hole fully in its size. I held him tightly by his back, I moaned in much pain. He got me on his all fours before getting in me with all his strength. He hit my butt with his hips while stroked it in harder. I kneeled forward to kiss Tushar at the edge, he kissed back with less intensity.

Prakhar laid me on the stomach in the bed, being on my top from the top, he forced it in with more power. My bottom hurt more by the striking of his hips on it with much intensity. I kept moaning in the pleasure and pain. Prakhar leaned in with his face at my head, he fondled his hands on my breasts and hugged my body entirely from behind, sending some rough thrusts in my vagina from his penis.

He began to slow doing on my top, hitting my ass with a lower speed, Prakhar came out. I was bailed out from the pain he was inflicting on my vagina in these minutes. I laid on the bed at his side. He got up to kiss me again for a minute.

I got Prakhar dressed up by Tushar. On my asking my poor husband licked his balls. We got into laughing after Prakhar cracked some relative political joke. I hugged him to a goodbye and a nice thanking. Prakhar kissed on Tushar’s forehead after speaking out, “You are a very lucky man.” I was amused out of the happy ending of this night.

I recalled Tushar on the bed. I allowed him to enter in my clit with his fantastic penis. We kissed and fucked each other in extreme missionary for sometimes before coming out. Tushar cleaned my cunt by licking our cum, I sent him to the floor to sleep, while I took the entire bed to fall asleep. I had a fantastic life lately.]]”

“Mmmmm… this is it for today I guess. It was.. sweaty.” I said with a little smile.

“Oh yes, it definitely was Avinash. I don’t know how to choose my words to end this in the last session. I would find a way.” I saw a little tear flowing down her cheeks under her low voice.

“Are you alright?” I said after handing her a glass of water. She took some sip of it before speaking after cleaning her throat,

“Yes, I am alright. I will see you tomorrow.” She took to her feet. I left my seat to give her the little handshake.

“Take care Hemangini.”

“You too Avinash. See you.” Saying that she left the room. I gathered my stuff to prepare to leave. I had my heartbeats roaring in enthusiasm, waiting for the next day was the obvious choice. I left the door with my enthusiasm running high.