Previous Part: Shemale Vasanthi, The Boss – Part 1
In the previous part, we saw that Vasanthi and Priya were having sex and then attending to their office work. In this part, as I mentioned in the previous part, the story will be about Vasanthi’s ex-lover, Sheela.
Let’s see about that in this part. As soon as office time was over, Vasanthi went to her car in the parking lot, unlocked the car, and sat inside. At that moment, Priya also came to the parking lot and said, “Madam, I didn’t come by bike today; please drop me at my house.”
Vasanthi said, “Okay, get in the car; let’s go.” Both of them sat in the car and were slowly going through Bangalore traffic.
Priya started talking first, “Madam, the sex today was amazing. My pussy is still wet. You fucked me so much. I feel like trying again, Madam. Can I stay at your house just for one day, please, Madam?” she begged Vasanthi.
Vasanthi replied, “Priya, no, I’ve told you many times, my house is my personal space; don’t come inside it. We can fuck as many times as we want in the office, but my house is the only private space I have. So, don’t bring up this topic again, please. I like being alone. Leave me alone for a while.”
Priya immediately said to Vasanthi, “Sorry, Madam, I won’t ask like that again. You be free and happy, Madam; I won’t interfere in your privacy.” Saying that, Priya became sullen. “Okay, Priya, come on. Don’t make a face like a little kid; come here. Bend down and suck my cock a little.”
Priya said, “Oh, Madam, in this traffic? Everyone is around. What if someone sees?” Priya, no one can see. People outside can’t see what we’re doing inside. That’s why I put black sunscreen on the car, right? I put on this kind of sunscreen because someone might suck while coming in the car like this. So, no problem, you come and suck. What do I care if anyone sees? Come and suck, my darling.”
Vasanthi said, pulled Priya, and brought her face to her pussy. Priya was very happy. Immediately, she took off Vasanthi’s pants and started sucking her cock. Priya sucked well, spitting and licking. Vasanthi would masturbate five to six times a day, thinking about this.
This is Vasanthi’s fourth time masturbating. Priya gave Vasanthi a blowjob like a girl giving a boy a blowjob in an English porn movie. Vasanthi wasn’t bored, as the traffic was moving slowly. She was enjoying driving the car because Priya was sucking her cock.
Vasanthi likes it very much if someone sucks her. She would even say okay if someone sucked her for 24 hours. She is such a sex demon. Vasanthi grabbed Priya’s head and kissed her mouth with her own mouth, which tasted like cum. Priya’s mouth was full of Vasanthi’s pre-cum.
Vasanthi licked it all off with her tongue. After tasting her cock in Priya’s mouth, Vasanthi pushed her down again and made her suck her cock again. Priya nodded her head and sucked Vasanthi’s cock. Then, she took her mouth off her cock and masturbated Vasanthi’s pussy with her hand.
Now, Priya couldn’t stay without masturbating Vasanthi for even a minute. Immediately, Vasanthi pushed Priya’s hand away and masturbated her pussy with her own hand. Immediately, a large litre of cum splashed on top. It hit the car’s ceiling, and the whole car was full of cum.
Priya took a tissue paper from the dashboard, wiped her mouth, wiped her hands, and then took a new tissue and wiped Vasanthi’s pussy. Vasanthi said, “Priya, give me some water,” and drank water. Then, she transferred the water in her mouth to Priya’s mouth.
As soon as the water from Vasanthi’s mouth came into Priya’s mouth, she swallowed it. Then, Priya also poured water into her mouth in the same way and poured the water into Vasanthi’s mouth, and both of them were playing sex games. Priya took a tissue paper and went to wipe Vasanthi’s dick.
As soon as Priya’s hand touched it, Vasanthi’s dick became big again. Priya said, “Madam, doesn’t this cock ever get small? No matter how many times I suck it, it keeps getting bigger. Even after I finish sucking and you masturbate, it gets bigger again when my hand touches it again. How do you have such a cock, Madam? What do you eat to maintain this cock? It has so much stamina.”
Vasanthi said, “The amount I fuck you, I eat good food to that extent. I only eat nutritious food with proteins, vitamins, carbohydrates, and fibre. So that’s the energy for my cock. See, is it tired? Look in my car; there will be a protein bar. I’ll eat it now. If I eat it, it will become energetic again.”
She continued, “After going home, there will be a chef. He will give me fig juice, orange juice, pomegranate juice, and date juice every hour. My cock will get strength from that itself. I masturbate six to seven times a day. If I don’t eat this much, my cock won’t even stand up by now.”
“The more we eat, the healthier we are, right? I can’t stay without masturbating. That’s why I have to eat so much, so that my cock can withstand it a little bit. You know I’m a sex demon, Priya, as much as work is important to me, masturbating and you are equally important to me. You also eat well. Only then will you be able to withstand it when I fuck you. So, you eat good food from now on, okay?”
Immediately, she took the protein bar from inside the car and gave it to Vasanthi to open. Priya had the chocolate in one mouth, and Vasanthi’s lips were on the other side. Both of them were kissing and eating the chocolate. Vasanthi was squeezing and playing with Priya’s boobs.
Priya’s house came. Priya immediately became very sad. “Oh no, the house has come. I can only see you again tomorrow. Okay, I’ll go and come back, Madam,” she said and got out of the car.
Vasanthi lowered the window and called Priya. “Priya, one minute, wear that black saree that I like tomorrow. Wear a sleeveless blouse. It’s been so long since I saw your plump body in that black saree.” Priya became happy again and said, “Okay, Madam.”
“Love you,” she said, and Vasanthi left. While going in the car, a message came to Vasanthi’s phone. Vasanthi didn’t care, thinking it would be Priya, and kept driving the car. But the message kept coming continuously. Vasanthi stopped the car on the side in a place without traffic.
She saw who was messaging so much. She saw that her ex-wife, Sheela, had messaged. Vasanthi immediately put on the car’s sudden brake and stopped it on the side of the road where there was no traffic. Vasanthi, what can I do? Sheela had sent her pussy pic. Then she sent her boobs pic too.
Vasanthi immediately called Sheela. Sheela didn’t pick up the call. It kept ringing continuously. But she didn’t pick it up. “Okay, what to do?” She left it and took the car back home. Vasanthi was driving in the car, thinking about why she would have messaged.
As soon as she came home, she parked the car in the parking lot, put on her pants, and went up to her house. As soon as she opened the house, her chef came. Her chef’s name is Raghu. Raghu has been Vasanthi’s cook for ten years. He cooks for Vasanthi three times a day: night, morning, and afternoon.
After he finished cooking, he said to Vasanthi, “Okay, Madam, I’m going home,” said “tata,” and left. Vasanthi went to her bedroom. She kept thinking about why Sheela would have messaged. She took a cigarette from her pocket, lit the cigarette, and took off her cigarette.
Then she took off the bra she was wearing inside and only put on a vest. She took off all her pants and shirts and only put on shorts. Vasanthi was in shorts and a vest. She took the pic she had sent and kept looking at it while smoking a cigarette. Immediately, Vasanthi’s cock started to rise again.
Vasanthi was stroking the cock that was bulging in her shorts and looking at Sheela’s cock pic. Now I’ll tell you about Sheela. Sheela is 35 years old. She is also a transgender woman. Sheela is five years older than Vasanthi. Both of them worked in the same office.
Sheela looks like Asin. Good slim body. Five point eight feet tall. Her boobs are a bit big. But Vasanthi’s boobs are a bit bigger than hers. But her cock is a bit smaller than Vasanthi’s. Sheela has about 8 inches. Sheela always wears a saree. She only wears a saree when she goes out.
Sheela is a very homely girl. She always puts sandalwood on her forehead, puts on a bindi, wears a nose ring, and braids her hair. Sheela always looks like a perfect housewife. When did these two first meet? Sheela had come to Vasanthi’s office for an interview. She got selected.
In the joy of getting selected, she was walking around the office veranda. Then ten boys were teasing Sheela a lot. They were talking very badly about her being a transgender woman. One of the boys said, “Lift your saree a little; we want to see if you have a pussy or a dick inside.”
Sheila was crying incessantly after hearing that. That’s when Vasanthi made a hero-like entry. As soon as Vasanthi came, she grabbed the boy and said, “Now I’ll take off my pants; shall we measure your dick and my dick? To see which one is bigger?”
If mine is bigger, will you come and kneel before me, you pussy?” She scolded him severely. Vasanthi was already in a top position in that company. As soon as she said this, all ten boys were turned off. They pleaded, “Sorry, Madam, sorry, Madam.”
Vasanthi said, “If you speak another word, I will tear up your contracts and throw them away. Go to your office properly.” Then Vasanthi turned to Sheila. When Sheila saw Vasanthi for the first time, she felt a mixture of love and fear.
As soon as a bold, masculine transgender person spoke like that, Sheila’s pussy got wet. Even though she was crying, Sheila’s pussy got wet as soon as Vasanthi came. Sheila really liked dark, tall guys who looked like horses. And Vasanthi was almost like a boy, except that she had small boobs and long hair.
Otherwise, she was a man. A transgender person who is like a man. A brave woman. Sheila liked Vasanthi and really wanted to kiss her lips. But she controlled herself. She thought, “They are speaking up so much for us. We should also respect them,” and remained very calm.
Vasanthi said to Sheila, “You are a transgender person; why aren’t you a brave transgender person?” “The moment they teased you, you should have beaten those boys up.” “Why are you like this?”
Sheila replied, “Madam, even though I am a transgender person, I am very scared. I can’t talk like that. I feel bad if someone gets hurt. Even if someone hurts us, I don’t feel like scolding them.” As soon as Vasanthi heard this, she said, “Oh no, you definitely won’t be able to survive in this Bangalore city.”
Saying, “How can you be so innocent?”, both of them went to a coffee shop. Sheila was enjoying listening to Vasanthi as she spoke like a shy girl. Vasanthi said to Sheila, “Okay, let’s go and have a coffee and talk. Come, let’s go to the cafeteria.” She took Sheila with her.
Both of them sat down in a place where it was a bit private. There was hardly anyone there, just one or two people here and there. Then Vasanthi started talking: “Okay, Sheila, where are you from?”
“Tell me your story.” Sheila immediately started telling her story. “Madam, I am from Trichy. I am 30 years old. Things are very difficult at home. My parents support me a lot. That is my main plus. I will always be grateful to you.” Even now, my family has accepted me.
But my relatives have not accepted me. We don’t even respect our relatives. We have left them behind. My parents are the ones who educated me to this extent. They are also the reason I got this job. They told me to go bravely. This is nothing new. All transgender people are succeeding in their respective fields.
My parents raised me, telling me to go and win, too. That’s why I have come this far.” Vasanthi immediately said, “It’s okay; you have so many people to help you. I didn’t have anyone to help me. I grew up all by myself. I feel very happy when I think that you have so many people. Okay, where are you staying now?”
Sheila replied, “I am coming straight here from Trichy, Madam. All my things are still here. They are in the office itself. Only now do I have to look for a PG and stay. I don’t have anyone here. I have to find and stay on my own.”
Vasanthi asked, “Where will you go to stay? There are only women’s PG and men’s PG here. There is no transgender PG anywhere. Even if you take one, you have to take a separate house. With your current salary, you won’t even have enough to send home. How will you survive in Bangalore? It is very difficult to earn and spend money in Bangalore. So, I’ll tell you one thing: please don’t say no.”
Saying that, “I am the only one living in my apartment. You come and stay with me. I am the only one in such a big apartment. So come, you will like it very much. It will be very luxurious. It will be as you like. We are both in the same office anyway. We can go and come back every day. So, it’s not a big problem for me. You are coming, and I have cooks too. They will cook for you, too. We can both have fun.”
So that’s it for this part. So, you guys, in the next part, stay tuned.
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