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Manisha had had a rather heavy meal at the community party where she
with her sexy yellow sari worn well below her navel, had been a huge
hit among the males. That and the many glasses of wine had made her
dizzy enough to be led away into her apartment by Sam, the hottest
hunk in the entire apartment building and an ace photographer. With
her husband away at an office tour for six months and the son back to
his boarding school, Manisha’s apartment was empty and as Sam put
his hand around Manisha’s broad waist, both knew what the other
wanted and the fires sparked off right away. After a few tentative
strokes around her waist during which Manisha smiled indulgently,
Sam’s hand moved to Manisha’s fleshy midriff that had grown fuller
and fleshier after the heavy meal and drinking and Sam seemed to sink
further into its soft flesh. Manisha moaned in pleasure as Sam bit
into its flesh, tongued the navel before stopping suddenly. Startled,
Manisha looked up in surprise to see Sam staring at her belly that had
begun to vibrate out of sheer pleasure by now. “You have an
excellent belly Manisha bhabhi”, Sam said never taking his eyes off
it.

“Ummm, don’t you think it’s too fleshy?” said the voluptuous
slut in a husky voice to tease the young lad. “Yes, it’s fleshy
and that’s why it’s so different. That’s why you’re so
different from all the other skinny girls. Manisha bhabhi, I want your
belly, I want to caress it, I want to have it”, retorted Sam in one
breath. An amused Manisha felt a sexy feeling rise up from her crotch
as she said, “It’s all yours sweetheart, come and have it now. I
want you to.” So saying, Manisha pulled her sari further below her
navel and arched back on her knees across the edge of the sofa with
her arms stretched upwards behind her head. Her face was almost turned
upward and with her arms holding on to the hands of the sofa, she
began to sway her full, round, fleshy belly before Sam’s face,
imploring him to come to it. Her massive breasts tightened across her
blouse and as she stretched further back in order to roll out more of
her belly flesh, the hooks began to give way as her full and
voluptuous boobs seemed to burst out of the flimsy blouse which held
them. Sam sat hypnotized at the sight. Here was a 36-year-old woman,
huge, heavy and sensual, presenting him what he desired the most in a
woman, a full, sexy fleshy belly. Like an intoxicated animal, Sam
leapt into the belly and started biting it from below. He bit first
the curve at which its round ended and merged with the hollow crotch
beneath before moving up to the creamiest and softest center where the
deep wide navel shone like a full-moon. He placed his fingers along
the sides of the belly, shaking the curves made out of soft layers of
fat typical of a full and heavy 36-year-old Indian woman, oozing a sex
appeal at each touch. What amazed Sam most about Manisha were her fair
and creamy skin, her voluptuous flesh that just felt short of being
plump and the delicious folds that streamed down her belly along both
sides. Giving out the guttural sounds of an animal in intense orgasm,
Manisha had almost arched back 180 degree by now, resting her 65 kg
voluptuous body on her knees and her huge belly throbbed in pleasure
as its delicious flesh lay a feast before Sam who nibbled, licked and
bit violently into its thick folds. He rubbed his palms across its
creamy wide expanse and after about 15 minutes, suddenly stopped.
Before Manisha could get up from her arched position, Sam put his left
foot over the middle of her boobs, commanding her to stay. Manisha
felt a warmth of lust flow across her breasts for this sluttish woman
loved nothing more than being dominated by a strong aggressive male,
she loved being mauled, tortured across her flesh and here was Sam
taking off his heavy leather belt. With one motion, Sam turned Manisha
over, grabbed her by her massive waist and laid her upside down with
her huge hips staring at him with all their arrogance. Then he began
to spank Manisha’s hips, at first softly but as the horny woman
yelled out in pleasure, he began to hit her harder and in less than 2
minutes, he was lashing her violently with each stroke cutting into
her soft flesh which moaned for more. Manisha had never experienced
such pleasure before and her orgasmic juices were already flowing when
she felt Sam grab her from behind and maul her fleshy belly that hung
out like a delicious and creamy mound. Then she felt Sam move to her
hands, tie them with a strong string and pull her up by her waist and
put his belt around her fleshy girth. Sam’s thin waistline was three
inches narrower than Manisha’s and as his belt squeezed out her
belly flesh Manisha began to gasp for breath even as she perspired in
pleasure. Her huge midriff rose and fell heavily and beads of sweat
flowed down its fleshy curves as the belt tightened further below it.
Her broad hips shook in ecstasy as Sam rolled his palms across them.
After Sam had tightened his belt across Manisha’s broad waist, he
looked at her belly like a hungry lion. Indeed Manisha looked like an
Oriental sex goddess with every bit of her belly flesh jiggling out of
the tight belt a good 3 inches below her wide navel. She looked like a
voluptuous belly dancer shaking her flesh in mad pleasure and as Sam
bent down to take the protruding flesh that hung out of her waist into
his mouth, Manisha closed her eyes in wild anticipation. After about
15 minutes of violent sucking, licking and biting, during which
Manisha pulled his head into her belly, pushed her hips more and more
forward to offer him more and more of her massive belly flesh even as
she rolled her mounds of fat across his face and almost tore away his
hair, Sam looked up panting for breath, having being buried under
Manisha’s mounds for what seemed an eternity. Visibly disappointed,
Manisha stooped over the seated Sam giving him the magnificent view of
her huge midriff folds and gigantic boobs which well nigh popped out
of her half torn blouse. With his eyes fixated to the feast of flesh
Sam muttered, “I want more, Manisha bhabhi”. Bending further down
till his face pressed against her wide and deep cleavage, the
perspiring voluptuous slut whispered, “Well, who’s stopping you
sweetheart?” and jiggling her huge boobs against his face, she
added, “Don’t you want these darling?”

“No bhabhi, I want more of your flesh. I want to bite further into
your belly. I want to spank bigger hips. I want to play with bigger
boobs. I want more flesh bhabhi Manisha”, said Sam in one breath.
“What do you mean dear?” asked a clearly puzzled Manisha. “I
have a fetish for flesh bhabhi and I want you to be even more
voluptuous, with more curves on your belly sides. Can I ask you
something bhabhi?” muttered Sam. “Anything dear, just
anything!!!” cried out Manisha. “Can you put on MORE weight, add
MORE flesh in your belly, get your waistline up to 34 inches? Please??
Just for me??” implored Sam.
“I’ll do anything that makes you happy Sam. Just give me three
weeks and I’d get my weight up by 7 kilos. I’ll just stop my
household chores, keep a servant, eat lots of chocolates and fries and
sleep over during afternoons,” replied an eager Manisha, “I know
you love fleshy belly, big boobs. I will wear transparent saris and
that too well below my navel and cut my blouses further deep. My body,
its flesh belongs to you Sam and I’d do anything that satisfies you
sweetheart. Now come and take these dear. They are aching to go to you
and you’d see they’re bigger than what you think” so saying,
Manisha unhooked her blouse with a sultry smile, brought out her full,
round and voluptuous right boob and thrust it into Sam’s gaping
mouth.

On the day Sam was to return from his foreign assignment and visit
her, Manisha looked at herself at the mirror. She had put on 8 kilos
since Sam last saw her, her face was fuller, with a sexy glow that
came with the sultry double chin she had put on, her arms were plump
with a thick feel about them and her hips were wider with extra layers
of fat on them. Then she looked at the two features in her she knew
drove Sam wild: her breasts and most importantly, her belly. Her
breasts were so huge that a deep cleavage could be seen even as she
buttoned up all her blouse hooks, which clearly could not contain the
enormous bulge within. Her belly was a creamy layer of fair flesh,
with a string of tiers that rolled down her sides and her navel had
grown wider and deeper with all the fat she had put around it, and as
she lifted and jiggled her huge midriff like a voluptuous slut,
Manisha smiled as she realized she would have Sam at her mercy
tonight. All these days of being indoors with careful attention to the
body had made Manisha fairer than she had ever been and as she let her
unsuspecting housemaid off for the night, Manisha decided to dress the
way that would set fire on Sam’s senses. The 36-year-old heavy
housewife brought out a sari she hadn’t worn in the last 5 years, a
deep red silk sari which was clearly transparent and whose color
brought out the beauty of her skin. She matched it with a halterneck
blouse that was sleeveless, extremely low cut with a pair of thin
strings at the back. As she stood before the mirror after having
sprayed a sensual perfume around her skin, she looked an epitome of
voluptuous sex. The thin red sari draped around her frame set her
curves in a wild array of frenzy. Her deep bulging cleavage screamed
out of her low cut thin blouse that the see through sari did nothing
to hide. Her abundant expanse of belly glowed with all its flesh as
she half covered it with her thin sari after having tucked it 4 inches
below her deep navel. She turned her back to the mirror to check if
her love handles were bare to the gaze.