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I never thought my life would turn out like this.

My name is Ranvir, before everything changed; I was a good Indian girl. Traditional, shy, and dutiful. I had only been in a couple of serious relationships before marriage, and even those never went beyond a few respectful kisses and some light fondling. In my teens I masturbated a few time but always felt anxious and very guilty afterwards, having been told by my mother, “It’s wrong to touch yourself down there! I never felt fulfilled or, though I didn’t know it at the time, came properly.

”When I married my husband, I was a virgin. I saved everything for him. Our sex life was vanilla, simple and quiet, nothing wild, nothing dirty. I’d had taken my husbands cock in my mouth from time to time when he persuaded me too, but never with any enthusiasm and I’d never tasted cum! Sex was usually missionary, short and disappointing. He’d lie on top of me, jab away for a few minutes, unload and roll off. I’d be left wanting and, for reasons I was unaware of at the time, deeply frustrated, but not knowing why. I was faithful, devoted, and excited to start a family.

Then, when I was several months pregnant with our first child, my husband destroyed me. He came home one evening, packed his bags, and told me he was leaving. He said he couldn’t handle the responsibility and that he was in love with someone else. I sat there on the sofa, my belly huge and round, tears pouring down my face as he walked out. The divorce papers came quickly after that.

The first weeks were pure hell. I felt ugly, abandoned, and broken. My body was swollen, heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs and I cried every day. But the pregnancy hormones had other plans. My nipples were constantly hard and aching. My pussy was wet all the time, throbbing with a need I had never felt before. At night I started touching myself, sliding my fingers through my soaked folds, rubbing my swollen clit until I came. One night I caught myself moaning filthy things like “fuck me harder” as I came, and something inside me snapped.

I looked at myself in the mirror, pregnant belly, leaking nipples, thick arse, and instead of shame, I felt powerful. If Rajesh didn’t want me, I would make sure other men did.

It started with dating apps. At first I told myself it was just for company, but my photos got bolder. Tight tops showing off my deep cleavage and swollen tits, side profiles highlighting my pregnant belly. The replies poured in.

My first time was with Vikram, my local supermarkets delivery driver. I invited him inside when he dropped off some groceries. Within minutes he had me pressed against the wall, kissing me deeply on the lips his tongue parting them and invading my mouth while his hands explore my breasts. My had immediately dropped to palm the hard bulge in the front of his trousers, he moaned into my mouth and grabbed my hand rubbing it harder against his cock.

“Are you sure?” he asked, staring at my belly.

“I need to be fucked,” I whispered, my voice shaking with lust.

He pulled my dress off over my head, yanked my soaked panties aside, and shoved two thick fingers deep into my dripping cunt. I came almost instantly, moaning like a whore. While his fingers played in my pussy he buried his face between my huge tits, sucking on the tit flesh leaving big painful red welts on them where his mouth had been. He clamped his mouth round one of my nipples sucking it greedily, flicking the sensitive teat with the tip of his tongue until it was standing out bullet hard before bighting down hard making me jump in both pleasure and pain.

Then he bent me over the sofa, unzipped his flies and slammed his cock into my dripping cunt. It was nothing like Rajesh’s gentle fucking. This was raw and hard. My heavy tits swung and leaked as he pounded me.

“Harder!” I begged. “Fuck me like a slut!”

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