Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife
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Three loads and 20 minutes later, a very exhausted Binu rolled off
Manya and fell asleep instantly. Manya who had never been fucked so
much in one day was literally seeing stars from the blinding orgasms
she just experienced at the hands and cock of her younger son. She
continued to finger her pussy even after she heard the light breathing
of both her son and daughter, who had cum three times herself watching
the hot show. Hearing a movement near her she opened her eyes just in
time to see Deen's hard cock cumming all over her face, covering it
with his hot cum.

"Let it be" he whispered and he went to bed a very happy boy.

After getting her morning charge by getting fucked by the milkman and
the paper-delivery boy, Manya sipped her cum-filled tea seated across
the table from Deen. Deen had obliged to put the icing on the tea by
masturbating in it and then watching her drink it. Of course Manya was
naked, and she sat with her legs wide open giving Deen a clear
unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. Sitting across from his mother,
Deen sipped his morning milk wondering how he could establish more
control over her as time went on. His mother brought about a
controlling nature in him that he had only lately been aware of, and
he wanted to explore it further. He knew he would always love her, and
he could never beat her or whip her. But he could and would always
control her. He had already begun to exert a level of control over her
through his diary but now it would be more direct and more obvious.
And if he was careful he would have not only his mother, but also
Tanya, and perhaps Sana as well.

"Mom" he spoke finally, breaking the silence between them.

"Yes baby?" asked Manya sweetly.

"I don't think you should wear clothes in the house anymore", he said.

"Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya.

"Like who, mom?" came back Deen with his reply.

"Well you know, someone who I don't ...." she struggled to finish the
sentence.

"Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.

Blushing, Manya nodded her answer.

"Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck
you. Simple" said Deen.

"Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip
and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,

"One more thing mom..."

Sitting back down, she asked "What is it, Deen?"

"Since you will not be wearing any clothes, doesn't it make sense that
Tanya aunty also does not wear any clothes?" he asked mischievously.

With a smile, she replied "Yes baby it does make sense. But you will
have to ask Tanya aunty that question, not me. Not that you will have
any trouble convincing her to be naked, would you?"

Shaking his head, he got up and motioned for his mom to kneel down.
With a surprised look on her face, she did as he asked her to. He
unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Thinking he wanted a blowjob,
Manya smiled and reached to give him just that when he stopped her.

"Stick out your tongue mom" he said.

She stuck out her tongue, and he placed his cock on it. The touch was
electric for both, each felt as if a hot burning ember had just
touched them. Then without warning, Deen emptied his bladder into his
mom's mouth for the first time. Manya squealed in delight as she felt
the hot burning liquid hit the back of her throat as it made its way
down into her belly. Immediately she knew she had a taste for the
nasty liquid and greedily gulped it all down. When she was done, she
had a crazed look in her eyes, a look Deen knew all too well. Drinking
pee was an aphrodisiac for his mother!

"Binu" said Deen with a smile, and his mother nodded and went off to
wake up Binu with a morning fuck. Walking towards her bedroom, she
kept one hand constantly on her pussy playing with it gently, keeping
it constantly wet and flowing. Reaching her bedroom she waited for
Deen to take his usual position behind the curtain before she went to
wake Binu up.

"Binu, sweetheart. Wake up darling" she spoke, loud enough to wake
both her children up. Tanya woke up first, smiled at her mother and
went to take care of Tara's feeding. Binu woke up, groggy-eyed, not
sure why he was woken up so early on a weekend.

"Mommy needs her medicine Binu" Manya said as she got into "the
position". Binu's cock went from flaccid to fully erect in a second as
he saw his mother assume the bitch position fully naked. He
immediately sprang into action and grabbed his mother's hips with both
hands. She didn't know what she liked better, his attention on her
ass, or his attention on her boobs. One made her horny while the other
turned her into the ultimate submissive horny bitch. Right now she
didn't care which he paid attention to as long as he reamed her aching
cunt with his huge strong cock. She was amazed at how big the boys'
cocks were even at this young age, and they were each easily going to
be twice the size in length and thickness when compared to their
father. She screamed out in undisguised lust as she felt Binu slam
home in one thrust, hitting her cervix as he did so.

Tanya's thoughts:

God it is amazing that didi has finally started fucking Binu (I still
cannot come to think of her as my mother, even though I know she is.)
Maybe she will let him fuck me too? I'll have to ask her. He has such
a big cock, the biggest I've seen to date. Oh Tara, that feels so good
sweetie, I hope you never tire of sucking mommy's milk. I've gotten so
used to it, it makes me so horny when you suck it, when Binu sucks it,
when anyone sucks it, in fact. I had heard that breastfeeding makes
the boobs sag, but it seems like mine have just firmed up even more.
More than that it seems that I'm producing more and more milk every
day, more than before.

Tanya's days at Manya's house had been heavenly so far. Their decision
for Tanya to act like a completely naive and guillble yet perpetually
horny bimbo was brilliant, she felt. She did not regret that decision,
and it was perhaps due to that decision that she was fucked more often
than Manya on a daily basis. She had been fucked by more men than she
could remember, and each fucking was just as delicious and
mind-blowing as the first. It was more than that though, she felt the
orgasms were slowly getting more and more intense, but she couldn't
quite confirm that.

Along the way, she had picked up Manya's delicious habing of
constantly fingering her pussy when alone, and mashing her tits with
the other hand when possible. Knowing how many times she fucked daily,
she felt it was the best course of action since it kept her ready to
be fucked at all times.

She watched as Binu grabbed his mother's meaty ass with both hands and
twisted the flesh as hard as he could. It left red marks on Manya's
white ass cheeks as he continued to ravage her cunt with great vigor.
Her boobs were thrashing wildly below, no doubt making Manya even
hornier than before. Tanya knew this from experience that her own
boobs when they thrashed this wildly somehow made her more horny that
she was if they did not. Manya's nipples were thick and big as her
little finger, aching to be milked, to be suckled, to be pinched,
pulled. This was the second time she saw Manya being fucked and Tanya
noticed how graceful she looked even when being fucked like a cheap
bitch. She knew she herself looked like a common street whore when
being fucked, and assumed all women looked like that. But not Manya.
Manya maintained her class and her grace while being fucked. She
wished it was something she could learn from the older woman.

Shortly after Binu left to play with his friends and Tanya left with
Sam and Salman to "check something out", Deen sat Manya down and
decided to have a conversation with her. It was a rather simple matter
to convince Tanya to be naked at home just like his mother. He now
wanted to take things to the next level. He sat down and watched with
amazement the sexual creature in front of him. Her heaving tits,
shining with sweat from the sexual activity from before. Her lips in a
pout, so suckable, looked as if they were made for sucking a cock. Her
expansive waist seemed to be getting thinner somehow. Her one hand was
on her pussy, playing with it continuously. Her clit was hard as it
peaked out from under its hood, her puffy pussy lips were begging to
be fucked and fucked hard. He saw as she routinely took some cum from
her pussy and fed it with her fingers to her mouth. She was certainly
making an effort to get herself addicted to cum.
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Deen really wanted to rush over and ravage the sexy creature in front
of him. But he realized there was work to be done, and in any case he
got his best release and rush by watching his sexy mother in action
more than anything else. It was his wish and intention to make her the
sexiest woman possible, to make her sexier than before, hornier than
ever. He knew she had taken some steps towards that goal and he wanted
to address them now. He also had some other concerns that he wanted to
talk to her about. Somehow he felt a lot more comfortable,
self-assured than he did a few days ago. He knew what he wanted, and
he knew he could get it.

"Mom", he began slowly "you ordered a few things from the internet a
few weeks ago, if I remember correctly." She didn't stop playing with
her pussy, just looked up at him as she pinched her left nipple
harshly. It elicited a moan from her lips, her breathing becoming
heavier as a bead of perspiration started sliding down her face.

"Mm hmm" she moaned back.

"So I need you to show me and tell me what it was." He said. "Now" he
added for effect, to tell her he meant it.

Reluctantly she got up from the couch and walked to her room, but kept
one hand on her pussy the entire time. Deen watched as each step of
hers was mesmerizing. Each step caused her luscious ass to jiggle ever
so slightly as her hips swayed like a pendulum. He could see from
between her legs her fingers moving in and out of her ever wet pussy.
Her right hand did not stay idle for long and it soon resumed its
mauling of her boobs, causing her to stay heated constantly. He could
see sperm now crusted on her thighs, no doubt a result of her morning
bout with Binu, and some sperm was yet making its way out of her pussy
as it dripped to her thighs. It wasn't going to waste though as Manya
routinely kept swiping it and licking it with her fingers.

"A shame she can't go naked outdoors. She'd get all the cock she
wants, and then some" he thought to himself as he followed her inside.
She went to her cupboard and got down on her hands and knees,
presenting her delicious ass to Dinu, as if inviting him to fuck her.
As much as he wanted to, he restrained himself. He constantly reminded
himself that his role in her life was to lead her down the path to
depravity, to watch as she became even more of a whore. He could see
but one obstacle in the way of that and as much as he wanted to avoid
it, he could not see another way around the problem. He would have to
address it and take it head on sooner rather than later.

A different idea that had been at the back of his mind for a while now
seemed to be a very good outlet for the horny woman in front of him.
He kept it in the back of his mind to ask his mother for the 3,000
rupees he would need in order to put his plan into motion. He watched
with interest as Manya searched for something in the cupboard for a
few more minutes, doing delicious things to her ass. Finally she got
up and with a sheepish grin pulled out a moderate sized box sitting
right in front of her all the time. Taking the box, she placed it on
the bed and took a seat next to it, instantly moving her hand back to
her pussy.

Opening the box Deen carefully took out the only item in the box and
placed it on the bed. Throwing the box aside, he looked at Manya and
asked her to explain it.

"This is a herb from the deepest mountains of the Himalayas" Manya
began. "The origin of this root was apparently lost for centuries. The
seller claims these herbs have a magical ability so I bought.." she
could not finish the rest of the sentence before Deen interrupted.

"You believe in that nonsense? You know how there is so much junk on
the internet. You can't be serious that this is what you ordered, and
paid so much money for" said an incredulous Deen.

Manya smiled in response and continued "anyways, so I bought these
seeds. The seeds bear fruit in 2 weeks, and there is enough herb for
three women for two weeks. I did my research Deen, the legend of these
herbs is true, all the way back to the Kamasutra. Drinking tea made
with the herb brings out the true woman in a woman. Apparently it
makes men more virile, but women become more feminine. They become
what they want to become. The longer they take the herbs, the more
hardwired they become. Apparently this is what is given to the whores
of Benaras" she concluded with a moan as she pinched her nipple rather
harshly.

Deen was still skeptical as he heard Manya talk but continued to look
at her quite freely now. He stared at her breasts as she pinched her
nipples, wondering how much bigger they would get when filled with
milk, how they would look when pierced. He wondered to what depths of
depravity she would yet sink, how much sexier she could yet become.
Seeing as he could not see a negative side to her trying this herb, he
decided let her go along with the experiment.

"Fine. Try it, there's nothing to lose. But" he said. "Tanya and Sana
must also take the herbs. Not just you." He said, his voice barely a
whisper as he fought to keep his resolve as Manya continued to finger
fuck herself.

Manya did not respond to Deen's request but she did flash him a bright
smile not unlike one of a child happy their parent approved of them.
She thought the discussion was over when she heard Deen speak again.

"You know Mom, I have been thinking about something for quite some
time now" he began. Remembering a quote from an old movie, he said "My
mom can be a whore, but a whore cannot be my mother. Do you understand
what I am saying?" he asked her.

She shook her head, slightly confused. Enough for her to stop playing
with her pussy for the first time in a long time. "What do you mean,
Deen? Do you want me to stop fucking other men?" she asked him.
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"No no!! Not at all" he rushed his response. He saw relief come over
Manya's face as she resumed her finger fucking. "All I meant, is as
long as I think of you as my mother, I will continue to hold back, and
not treat you like I want to treat you. Like you should be treated.
For that, I need to start thinking of you as Manya, a whore. I need to
start addressing you as Manya, or as slut, whore, bitch. Only then,
can I truly help you become the whore you want to become. Now do you
understand?" he asked her again.

Manya thought about what Deen said for a few moments but continued to
finger fuck herself. She wondered how she fould feel if Deen called
her a slut, a bitch and she found the thought made her hotter, made
her feel more alive and more loved than if he called her mom. Deciding
it was a necessary step in her development, it seemed only natural
that Deen become her pimp and he treat her like his property, like his
slut. Feeling the last vestage of her old life slipping away, she gave
her consent to her son and agreed to be just a whore from now on, no
longer a mother to him.

Pleased with how that turned out, Deen smiled. Moving on to the next
step in his plan, he asked Manya for 3000 rupees which she gladly gave
him. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for the bhangi
(janitor) to come by the house for his daily fuck. He decided to leave
his slut in a very horny state, and said

"Open your mouth, slut" as he unzipped his pants.

She complied and opened her mouth. "Tongue out" he said. She complied
again.

Taking his thick cock out, he rested it on her tongue and let loose a
stream, emptying his bladder into her mouth. He felt a great relief as
he just stood there, getting hard watching his mom drinking his pee as
it hit the back of her throat and emptied into her stomach. He could
visibly see her getting hornier by the second, it was as if she her
degree of arousal was doubling by the second. She was ready to pounce
on him by the time he was done, and the only reason she didn't was
because she liked men who took initiative. But that didn't mean she
wouldn't entice them in every possible way. She squeezed her tits
mercilessly, fingered her cunt furiously and opened her mouth in a
pout as if wanting to suck that thick cock in front of her. She was
disappointed when Deen put it away.

He left through the back door and strolled over to his destination -
the dog pound. He had been speaking with the owner Vikas about buying
some dogs from him though he did not tell him the real reason for
them. After a quick run Deen reached the shop and met Vikas. Vikas
knew Deen's requirement and led him immediately to the first dog in
question. His name was Rascal, and he was a huge mutt. Probably a
mixture of Great Dane and German Shepherd, Rascal was actually very
fond of Deen and surprisingly enough listened only to Deen. Deen had
been visiting the pound for years since he had a fondness for dogs and
he understood and knew about them a great deal. There was one other
reason why Deen wanted Rascal and that was because Rascal was a
natural alpha dog. He would keep other dogs in check and train them,
and yet be controlled by Deen. He weighed about 110 pounds and was
very strong and only about 15 months old so he would still live a long
time. The other two dogs were Satan and Devil, two mean looking german
shepards who were also excellent guard dogs. They also loved Deen and
he knew he would have no trouble restraining them. After all, he had
helped Vikas train the dogs himself.
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This purchase cost him only 1,000 rupees. The reason the dogs were
cheap was since they were castaways and no one wanted them. However
his last purchase cost him 2,000 rupees and Vikas couldn't figure out
why Deen would want it. It was urine from all the bitches in heat that
Vikas had. Deen had struck a deal with Vikas that he would buy that
urine from him every month for 2,000 rupees for 5 bottles. Till date
Vikas had not asked Deen the reason for this but today insisted on
finding out. He did not want Deen to be breeding dogs illegally
especially when there was such a big problem with stray dogs anyway.
So when he made it a make-or-break kind of a deal, Deen had to relent.

Deen knew how Vikas lusted after his mother. He had seen Manya in
various stages of undress several times and always noted his erection
by the way he would shift around uncomfortably around her. Taking a
deep breath, he said

"I'm going to take a spray bottle and spray this urine inside my
mother's choot (cunt) every day twice a day."

Vikas's cock sprang to a full erection in less than a second upon
hearing that. His eyes glazed over as he pictured Manya with that
urine sprayed inside her. He knew fully well what would happen if Deen
did in fact manage to do that. The three dogs he had purchased would
be upon her in an instant and would b fucking her non stop for atleast
an hour if not more. He was indeed quite a kinky man and he had jacked
off countless times imagining that very scene but never had the
courage to say it to Deen.

"You're kidding!" he whispered out.

"Not at all. Maybe I will let you watch one day Vikas. Would you like
that?" Deen asked with a smile. He was aware of the new found
confidence he had now knowing he had the backing of the sexiest woman
in town.

Vikas couldn't reply, as he was clearly in shock. He just nodded
numbly as he grabbed his cock through his trousers.

"Knowing why I am taking the urine then, do you still think I should
pay for it?" Deen asked.

Vikas shook his head, and handed the money back to Deen quickly.

"So how much are you willing to pay to watch her getting fucked by the
dogs Vikas?" Deen asked.

The question brought Vikas back to reality as he understood the ipact
of the question. His mind was racing with the possibilities, he knew
dozens of men like him who would want to see a woman being fucked by a
dog. And a sexy woman like Manya? People would pay lots of money for
that. Deen knew exactly what Vikas was thinking and he cut him off
with an offer.
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"I'll let you know when, Vikas. Basic entry fee will be 1,000 rupees a
person. On top of that, it will be 100 rupees a dog. There are over 20
dogs in your kennel, that comes to 2,000 rupees. 3,000 in total. I
will get 80% of the fees of course since I'll be providing the bitch.
We can make this a monthly event. What do you say?" asked Deen.

Vikas and Deen continue to negotiate over the price and the details
but Deen knew he was in a position of strength. People would have paid
twice that amount to watch a woman like Manya for this event, but he
wanted lots of repeat business. He wanted his entire neighborhood to
come watch the innaugural event where she would be fucked by atleast
20 dogs for what would definitely be the majority of the day. He could
easily get 25 men from the neighborhood ready for this, plus the
people Vikas would round up. Suddenly his financial future looked
extremely bright!

Meanwhile back at home Manya was going crazy with lust. She couldn't
believe drinking pee would have such a strong effect on her but seeing
how she was going insane she had no choice but to believe it. She
couldn't wait for the doorbell to ring and positioned herself right
behind the door in the bitch position and continued to fuck her cunt
as hard as she could. The second the doorbell rang, she turned around
to open it and turned back again, not bothering to look who it was.

The janitor Gopal, who was already hard as a rock licked his lips as
he saw the wench in front of him begging him to fuck her. It took him
precisely 10 seconds to undo his pants and grab the whore's hips. He
didn't so much grab them as he slapped them and then squeezed them
like a beer can all at the same time, sending a pleasurable pain up
and down her body. He was the only one of all the men (other than
Deen) who fucked her to realize her penchant for boob play and he
reached over and grabbed them just as roughly and squeezed them twice
as hard. Her mind just went numb at that point and she became a vessel
of lust. All she knew in that moment was that she was a cum receptacle
and an outlet for all cocks to deposit their seed into. Like a
sex-crazed animal she began to hump her ass backwards trying to find
the cock she knew was there, but could not see.
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Gopal lunged forward and entered the whore's cunt in one fast thrust. Screaming in delightful pain, she began her thrusts and matched him stroke for stroke. His cock was big and thick, and hot as an iron, but not hotter than her own cunt. Hitting her cervix with every thrust, Gopal called her the filthiest names he could think of and she kept encouraging him to call her nastier names still. She felt in heaven as the hot searing cock hit her cervix yet again. The jab coupled with the mauling of her udder like boobs was causing her to see stars. The pressure was intense as she felt herself being washed in this wave of pleasure towards an endless storm of orgasms.

Life sure got interesting for Manya after that morning. She never wore clothes in the house anymore. Later that evening Deen brought over three dogs in the house. One look at her and the dogs' cocks were hard. After that day life was a never-ending fuck fest for the sexy mother. She got more and more deeper into her role as Deen's whore and never even noticed how Binu was giving more of his attention now to Sana and Tanya than her. She never noticed, but she was never lacking in being fucked into ecstasy. Between the dogs, Sam, Salim, Salim's father, the bhangi, the grocer, the milkman, the paper-delivery boy she got daily doses of hard cocks. Then there were others too, others in the neighborhood. All along she did as Deen asked her to, as he told her to.

Deen was watching the progress in his whore's personality with much interest. He had noticed how she had stopped thinking of herself as a mother and came to think of herself as his whore, as his bitch. She still oozed all the sexuality in the world, but now there was a purpose to her actions, her movements. And that purpose was to invite men to ravage her. No more romantic fucks for her, no more sensual slow fucks for her. Only hard and fast fucks. The harder the fuck, the harder she came.

A few months after that day Deen was beginning to grow tired of her. Not that she wasn't the same old erection inspiring whore he had always imagined her to be, but his object of attention was Sana now. And he knew it was not fair on Manya.

One day, after she drained the dogs of their cum she was just watching some porn on tv when Deen came up to her and asked her to get ready. They were going out for some work. It had been two months since she had left the house, and she realized she did not miss it at all. Obediently she went to her room and proceeded to pick out her clothes. Finding everything in a mess, she came back outside and asked Deen about it.

Manya: Deen?

Deen: What is it, bitch?

Manya: (Hand fingering her pussy) I can't seem to find clothes anywhere. I can't find any sarees, no blouses, no petticoats.

Deen: What are you talking about? What about those shawls I had made for you?

Manya: What shawls?

Deen walked over to her wardrobe and pointed to a dozens pieces of cloth sitting there. He had talked to Abdul and asked him to make pieces in a shawl's size from all her transparent sarees. Once that was done he threw away all her clothes.

Deen: These. Now wear one and let's go.

Nodding dumbly she took out a light blue colored sheer saree dbangd it around herself. She managed only to cover her ass and her boobs, but only barely. The material was so sheer to begin with it hid nothing and left nothing to imagination.

Without a word but with an appraising look, Deen led her out of the house. As soon as they left the housing complex, she saw the eyes of people everywhere on her. This was undisguised lust, a look that would send most women into fear and shock but not this horny mother. It only made her wetter. She could not understand though why all the dogs were barking insanely in her direction.

Deen smiled seeing the dogs' reaction to Manya. He had been lacing the insides of her cunt every day now with the urine of a bitch in heat, and that scent was attracting those dogs now. The dogs in the house fucked her so much, she didn't connect the two, and didn't realize that it was her own smell or rather the smell coming from her that attracted the dogs. He knew the longer they stood there, the more they'd bark and it would only be a matter of time before they broke free of the leash and ran over to her, knocking her down and fucking her right there in the open.

Fortunately they found a cab, and they went towards their destination. The cab driver couldn't believe his luck seeing such a sexy woman in his car. Not just that she was sexy, but the fact that she was dressed in such an obviously slutty and whorish manner, half naked. Her massive boobs sitting high on her chest, her narrow waist, not an ounce of fat on it. Her big pouty lips just thirsty for a cock to suck on. He watched with amazement as the boy next to her casually reached over and pulled that sorry excuse for a cloth covering her, revealing her very naked and extremely beautiful juggs to him. Her nipples were thick and very hard, hard enough to cut glass it seemed. From the expression on her face she was obviously masturbating. With great concentration he managed to arrive at the destination without any incident. Only then did he realize they had arrived at a very seedy part of town.
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Handing her sari-shawl back to her, Deen waited as Manya dbangd it around herself and lazily made her way out of the taxi. In his horny state the taxi-driver even forgot to ask for the fare. Deen led Manya down a dark deserted alley into a shady looking shop. Over a dozen pair of eyes watched in amazement at the sight of the beautiful ass swaying sexily dripping cum down her legs lead by a boy young enough to be her son. The woman's hips were wide and inviting, her ass so big and plump it looked unnatural on her slim frame. Her thin waist made her look even sexier. The fact she wore next to nothing was the best part for the men who could not help but grab their dicks and start jacking off.

He saw her going to the shop with her son, and was delighted. After centuries of searching, His search was finally over. He had finally found His vessel! Immediately following the two, unseen by everyone He entered the tattoo shop and took over the body of the tattoo artist. The Devil had long been looking for the one woman who was above all else. A woman who was lust personified, who could corrupt the minds and souls of the most pious men through her lusty body and insatiable sex drive. He wanted a woman who could turn many a soul down the path of sexuality, and he could find no better a search than Manya. A woman who was hornier, more insatiable, more sexual and more filthy than any other whore ever, one wanted her body to be used, not because she was forced, but because she genuinely loved it. Not because she was moulded to become that way, but because she naturally possessed that mindset. He could not waste any more time.

As soon as Manya entered the room, it was as if a switch went off in her head. She saw Deen , the tattoo-artist's assistant and the dog sitting in the corner all freeze. All except the tattoo-artist. Even though his features were very ordinary, less than ordinary in fact, she could sense a radiance around him, a glow. A glow that made her want to get down on her knees and worship him. The fact that time had come to a standstill did not alarm her, a fact that only pleased The Devil further.

"Yes, she is definitely the one", He thought to Himself.

"Who are you?" Manya asked.

"I am the one who can make your dreams come true, Manya" He replied.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To talk to you, that's all came the reply. When she remained silent, He continued "Tell me Manya, how much longer do you think, before your age starts to show on your body? Before those beautiful breasts stop defying gravity, that ass starts to sag, age lines appear on your face? What will happen then?"

"Deen wants me to be his whore, he will always take care of me" she replied back.

"Yes, but hasn't he already found another? Sana who is younger, still developing, has a lot of years to go. She will also give him many children, I can tell. He will forget you once he finds out she is pregnant, which she already is" He lied.

Manya went back and forth with Him for what seemed like hours. Her determination and strength winning Him over even more. There was no doubt in his mind now that she could corrupt the best of men and women.

Finally, He decided to play His trump card. "What if I promised you a life, where you would never die, no harm would come to you. You would always remain between the ages of 15 and 35, after which you will start again?"

Manya thought about that for a moment. She was vain, there was no doubt about that. A life where she would never age? That would be almost heavenly. But there was some catch here, she couldn't figure it out.

"What would I have to do?" she asked.

"Nothing, just live the way you always have. I can promise you, no harm will ever come to you" He replied.

"What about my figure? I always want to have a sexy figure." she replied with a blush.

"And how do you define a sexy figure Manya?" He asked.

Without a moment's hesitation she replied "Big boobs, that look fake but are 100% natural, a thin waist and big wide hips, an hourglass figure. A flat stomach, and an ass like the one I have now. Long legs, big thick lips. No fat on the body except on my boobs and ass. But they should not look fake, they should look like they are now - erection inspiring"

He smiled. This was a woman who knew what men liked in her and was proud of it. He would give her all that, and much more. He would give her anything she needed to fulfill her destiny, and His will.

"You could have that, and much more Manya. Now, what would you do for such a life?" He asked.

A few moments passed while Manya thought about the proposal. Finally she decided and said "Anything"

"Then Manya, I want your soul" He replied as he assumed his true form. Any ordinary person would have been terrified at the sight, but Manya stood smiling in front of The Devil. He was unlike any description of any demon in all the different religions on earth. His voice was hypnotic, He was perhaps the most beautiful person imaginable. He stood there in front of Manya, His wings spanning 50 feet, His golden hair coming to His shoulders. Her immediate desire was to drop to her knees and beg Him so she could serve Him for eternity.

He reached into her chest and retrieved something. What, she could not see, but she assumed it was her soul.
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"Here are the terms Manya. In every birth, you will take the form of a girl who will be ** years old, you will simply take over her mind. Your name, will always be Manya so you will always retain your true identity. You will always look in accordance to your purpose" He said with a smile. "Your life may not be always pleasant, but rest assured, no harm will ever come to you. If ever you are in a position where you are about to be mutilated, or killed you will enter a new body. On your 36th birthday your current life will end, at which time you will enter a new body. And of course, there will be a few surprises you will find along the way as well" He concluded with a smile.

"This is the first and last time we will meet Manya, but rest assured I will always be there with you, in spirit." With that, He waved his hand and disappeared. A moment later, Manya disappeared from the shop and woke up in the body of a ** year old girl.
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(07-05-2019, 10:29 PM)Givemeextra Wrote: Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied
his form as she neared him.He was an inch shorter than
her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest
but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of
drinking, both at home and outside.He snored the
moment his head hit the pillow everday and kept
snoring right until he was woken up.Manya remembered
their early days of marriage when she used to wake him
up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears
lightly while her fingers danced around his flacid
manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until
she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly,
without warning he would grab her by the waist and
turn her around to make her lie belly up on the
bed.Using his left hand to drag her saree above her
smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick
into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes
would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead
his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped
out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would
ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of
sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to
moisten her just wettening twat. With an irritated
grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the
bathroom without even looking back. if he did, then he
would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his
lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs
twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out
lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm
would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any
peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a
daily torture. And she was forced to go through this
torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied
regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in
the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any
inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty
body was a deprivation surpassing all else.If Manya
had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily
fuck, she would go straight for the latter.Today,
grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh
alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the
slighttest hint of a promising early erection, he
hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not
bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she
heard Deen call out, "Mom, I need help to wash my
hair". Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's
bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree,
dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath.She
didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's
bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool
when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts
swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each
step. Deen's eye got rivetted onto his mother's deep
and big navel.As Manya bent and washed his hair with
shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into
his face.It was a double feast for the budding youth
as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly
button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her
bush, which permeated through the petticoat.In less
than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a
sight which was not lost on Manya. "Wow", she thought
to herself, marvelling at the contrasting reactions of
her husband and son to the very same body. But being
the mother, she pretended normalcy and coninued to rub
shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her
strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his
eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around
him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into
greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and
then to press into his head warmly while her crotch
would reach tantalisingly close to his face, with the
aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor.The he
felt the water raining down from the shower onto his
face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He
was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was
drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking
right out of her wet blouse. The sight was
astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jigling
right in front of his face. Deen thought he would
shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same
time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total
nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and
towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be
completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen,
her very own son.With her full hips barely a few
inches from his head, she turned around to turn off
the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind
boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet
petticoat.The garment made a huge inroad into her butt
crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of
those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then
with his pals.But he was better blesed than his
friends because he had daily real life soft porn
scenes to live out in his own house and with his very
own loving mother.A wild thought germinated in his
head which seemed to come from out of nowhere - "What
if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting
around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it
came but the seeds were sown.Manya left the bathroom
to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to
stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass
swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed release too but all she got was more
arousal in Binu's room. Her younger son had just
finished his bath and was about to start dressing when
his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire
about him.

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu", she announced
as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal
as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not
unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full
waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the
index finger of his right hand straying into her navel
to finger it in a rotating motion.The posture lasted
one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and
steady pawing.Both Mom and son had got quite
accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and
only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual
even from her son's side.But as always, he would stop
just when her body began to betray her emotions. He
would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want
him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that
Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of
the family. But it was still too early to say, as she
thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found
her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the
way she liked to. But her craving was not just for
feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and
repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if
possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention
she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree
around her wet underclothes and went to spread the
breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and
she found herself being slowed down by a silent
droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her
left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she
continued playing with herself over the dress for
atleast 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving
for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a cold Mom in those wet clothes. Go
change," suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave", sighed Manya as she
served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes
repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes
probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had
teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her
and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her
womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow
that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in
total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the
bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her
clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung
her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting
breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft
bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms
kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now
sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally
crushed her full boobs like a demoness in heat. Her
entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought
she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her
hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she
worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy
zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread
in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave
herself in totally to the demands of her lush,
neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with
renewed hope evrytime she subjected herself to this
burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as
her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy,
striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly
aroused brain. The pasionate start rose to a crescendo
where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down
on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a
new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep
within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper
and harder into that steaming twat working on it like
there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and
let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all
over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until
the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her
fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner
thighs.With receding passion, she slowly regained
normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the
bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a
lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act.She
was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole
bedsheet was drenched and she silently decided that
she would change it later in the day before Deen and
Binu arrived from college

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Excellent story bro. One of the best.
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I was terribly disappointed when xossip got deleted. And I even tried to recreate the whole Manya story and created a 12 chapter story which consists of the Manya story I could recall and some bits and pieces from many erotic stories. And I was creating the whole story in pictorial form.[Image: 162831615417.png]Here is the Manya and Binu in my imagination
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