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As the doorbell rang around 6:30pm, Manisha put out the light save the
dim glow, put on a sultry smile and dragged her heavy feet to the
door, every bit of the flesh in her 73-kilo frame jiggling at each
step. There was Sam at the door, with a bunch of flowers and a smile
that right away set Manisha weak in the knees. Her 25 year old lover
was wearing a body hugging tee that flashed his strong muscles and a
super tight jeans that carved out what Manisha loved most in men:
strong, muscular thighs. The coupled embraced passionately with
Manisha’s soft flesh pressing against Sam’s hard muscles. “Ummm
bhabhi Manisha”, muttered Sam, “you feel fleshier”, whispering a
few more dirty words into Manisha’s ears. “Naughty boy!! Wait till
you see your bhabhi more closely. Now shut your eyes sweetheart and
don’t open till I tell you so”, whispered back Manisha as she
dragged Sam towards the sofa and seated him forcibly before going to
the light to put it on. As she came back to the sofa, Manisha stood
right before Sam with her hands raised upwards and back, pushing
forward her voluptuous fleshy frame before the young stud. “Now open
your eyes and see your bhabhi and see if this is what you wanted”,
whispered Manisha in a husky tone that was enough to set Sam’s heart
on fire and he burned away in passion as soon as he saw the posing
Manisha before his eyes…

After a few startling moments, Sam jumped on the feast laid before him
and with one pull dropped the sari that was tantalizingly hiding half
the flesh beneath. As Sam knelt down and buried his face into the
folds of her huge midriff, Manisha knew she had done the magic that
would make her young lover mad with a burning desire. Still, to tease
him further, Manisha muttered, “Happy sweetheart? Do you like this?
Or am I too paunchy compared to your young girlfriends?” A gasping
Sam somehow pulled his face out of the huge mounds that hung above him
and cried, “You are a goddess bhabhi, a sex goddess. And I’m mad
for you, for your flesh.” “No Sam, your bhabhi Manisha is your
slave”; replied Manisha in the same husky tone; “And she would do
whatever gives you satisfaction. That is how a woman should behave
with her lover, especially a strong lover like you.” So saying
Manisha pulled Sam’s mouth into the folds of her flesh and as a
frantic Sam began to bite into it wildly, she uttered a loud moan.
“Am I hurting you bhabhi”, a confused Sam looked up to ask. “No
silly”; gasped Manisha as she indulgently rubbed her hand over
Sam’s unruly hair, “That is a woman’s cry of pleasure.
Sweetheart, I have grown this flesh, this meat of mine, for you, for
your pleasure alone. Now come and eat it like the strong man you
are.” And as the madly aroused Sam began to tear away her belly
flesh, an obliging Manisha arched back and pushed her hips further to
roll out more and more meat even as she closed her eyes, with her face
turned upwards, and wildly bit her lips in an agonized ecstasy.

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As a gasping Manisha felt Sam tear away her belly flesh like a wild
carnivore, she bit her lips in a wild frenzy, and also to suppress any
cry that might distract her young lover. For like a typical Indian
woman, she wanted to serve, to satisfy the needs of her young lover.
She wanted Sam to have her, to plunge into the soft folds of her
massive midriff, to eat into her meat, for she knew that would give
him satisfaction. Her own physical discomfort was immaterial compared
to the delight Sam derived from her flesh. Her belly, she had prepared
it for him, and him alone. As Sam sunk his teeth deep into its meat,
Manisha bit her lips like a mad woman and closed her eyes in a perfect
mixture of intense pain and pleasure. She throbbed, she shook, she
rolled like a pile of flesh.
Sam was meanwhile tearing away all the flesh Manisha had grown for her
lover and her belly was beginning to grow red with the mad bites from
Sam. After about 15 minutes, Sam stopped, panting for breath, having
left his bitemarks all over her bhabhi-lover’s belly like a wild
dog. As he sat recovering his breath, the voluptuous slut decided to
give her lover her other mounds of meat that were bursting out of her
flimsy blouse. She also wanted to arouse him further by playing the
dirty slut so taking her boobs close to Sam’s sweaty mouth even as
her fingers played around Sam’s tight thighs, Manisha whispered,
“Indian men, real Indian men, love mutton on their women. Some extra
layers of meat to bite. You are a real Indian man. You are my man now
Sam. And this is the mutton meal I have prepared for you. And I want
to serve you like a perfect Indian woman.” So saying Manisha untied
the halterneck knot she was wearing and displayed her 36-D boobs
beneath her flimsy black bra. “You are my king now. My Rajaji. And I
have just one desire now. To feed you with my mutton. I want to make
you happy. Just treat me the way a strong man would treat his woman.
All this is yours now sweetheart” Sam stood gaping at the black bra
that Manisha had especially worn for his pleasure. Her fingers were
playing at his crotch now, feeling its hardness. Manisha yearned to
see and feel the male organ but wanted Sam to order her, jiggling her
boobs all the while with a sultry slut smile. “Do whatever you want
to with me, my man!”, Manisha’s voice grew huskier as she pushed
her milkjugs out for her young lover.
With one swift move Sam pounced on Manisha’s boobmeat mouthing one
while mashing the other hard with his hand. Manisha loved the hard
feel of a male muscular hand. Her boobs were too big even for Sam’s
big palm and his mouth barely swallowed half her meat. “Eat me my
Raja. Eat your woman. Harder harder harder!!!” Sam was turned on
even further by the dirty voice and whispered, “You are a meaty
yummy mutton curry”. Saying so he started slapping Manisha’s boobs
that were beginning to grow red with the hitting. But Manisha loved
the hitting on her boobs, she loved the feel of a strong male hand
mauling her meat and screamed, “Harder my Raja, treat your woman
like a real man, hit me harder, I am your slave now, your slut
slave!!”. Sam began to grow wild by then and his male meat had
tightened by then under Manisha’s fingers. With a quick move he
unzipped his jeans to let his bulge out even as Manisha kept playing
with it while his other hand squeezed Manisha’s boob so hard that
the meat began to roll. “Suck me my slut” Sam screamed.
A slut smile appeared around Manisha’s lips as she bent to feed her
boobs to Sam and she whispered, “I was waiting for your orders
Rajaji. Let me make my Raja happy now.” “Not so fast slut”, said
Sam, “I want you to suck me like a bitch. And for that you must come
like a bitch.”
“Yes my Raja. I want to please you like a fleshy slutty bitch. So
put that manly leather belt of yours around my neck. Real hard.”
Saying this Manisha got up and began to take off her saree until all
she had on was her sexy black bra and panty. Her thighs were huge and
silky and her juicy love handles glistened beautifully along her
waist.
Sam had taken off his jeans and T by then and was in his tight boxers
which clearly showed his massive bulge. With one swift motion, he took
off his belt and spanked Manisha’s abundant arse before putting it
on tightly round her neck till she almost choked. He held the end of
the belt in his right hand like a leash as Manisha crawled to him like
a bitch in heat.
“Now beg me bitch, beg to suck me!!”