Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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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.