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He reached round and cupped my tits in the palms of his hands pinching hard on the nipples. The combination of having my very sensitive nipples pinch and his rock hard cock pounding my pussy soon had me cumming for the seconded time in minutes, something I had never experienced before it felt amazing!

He destroyed my pussy, then pulled out, spun me round and covered my pregnant belly and tits with his cum. I rubbed it over my skin and between my thighs, tasted it, and almost came again. That was the moment the old Ranvir died. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his wilting cock into my mouth. His seed combined with my own cunt juice tasted wonderful and the sensation of this thing in my mouth growing, thickening and hardening felt amazing! I sucked it till he was hard again then rubbed it all over my tits and nipples before taking it between the mounds and wanking him.

After a few minutes I took his shaft in my and began to gently rub it against the cheeks of my face, kissing the purple head and flicking his japs-eye with the tip of my tongue, slowly and gently wanking him at the same time. He was obviously enjoying my attention and placing his hands on my shoulders began rocking his hips back and forth in a fucking motion. It wasn’t long before he came again, something else I hadn’t experienced before, thinking once a man had unloaded the contents of his ball sack, it took him a day or so to fill it again. This time Vikram shot his hot, powerful load all over my face and hair, his cum run down off my forehead, off my nose off my chin and down over my chest and tits.

I took the cock in my mouth sucking the last vestiges of his man juice form it before swallowing. I rubbed his cum all over my tits making sure to spread some onto my nipples before cupping the flesh in my hand and lifting it so I could lick the cum from it. I was turning into a really dirty slut!

Vikram looked guiltily at his watch, “I really need to get back to work, I’m late enough for my next drop as it is. I really hate to leave like this but I have to go, you do understand don’t you!”

Of course I understood, he’d had his fun and now couldn’t wait to get away quick enough.

“Would it be OK if a come back later, after I’ve finished work and we can have some more fun”.

“Sure” I replied, “I’ll look forward to it”.

After he’d left I showered feeling terribly guilty at what I had just done, thinking about what a slut I had become, allowing myself to be used and abused like a common whore, his fuck toy and I began to cry.

I shampooed the cum from my hair, washed Vikram’s thick sticky goop off my face and body and as I lathered myself up the sensation of the heat in the shower and my soapy hands caressing my body started me feeling horny again, remembering how good it had felt feeling his cock in my pussy and the sensation of it swelling in my mouth as I sucked it. My soap-lathered hands slid sexily over the mounds of my boobs the nipples responding, standing out almost painfully, like organ stops. My hands dropped to my crotch, a finger slid between the outer folds and then knuckle deep into my still slippery cunt. My thumb circled the sensitive nub at the top of my slit making my body shiver and my tits wobble. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, the stream of hot water splashing over my face reminding me of the feeling of Vikram cumming on it as I slipped a second finger deep inside me. I wanked myself off, my whole body shacking as I came covering my fingers with cunt juice. I lifted my hand to my mouth and savoured the taste of the combination of my pussy juice and the remainder of Vikram’s cum as I licked them clean. Oh what a whore I had become!

In the event he didn’t return, at least not that day.

That night I went to bed not knowing how I felt, I felt ashamed for behaving like a whore, I felt sad for allowing myself to be abused, (even though I’d sanctioned it), by an almost total stranger, I felt guilty for how much I’d enjoyed the thrill of it all, but most of all I felt very, very horny! That night I wanked myself to sleep.

Upon waking the following morning I masturbated again, and then again in the shower.

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

It had only been a few weeks since I’d started my transformation, but the hunger inside me was growing stronger every day. My fingers weren’t enough anymore. I needed something more. Something deeper. After scrolling through endless pages of sex toys late one night, my face burning with shame and excitement, I finally added it to my basket: a pink Rabbit vibrator with a thick rotating shaft and a powerful little clit stimulator on the front.

I chose the one with the strongest reviews, “guaranteed to make you squirt.” My pussy throbbed just reading the description. I paid extra for next-day delivery and went to bed touching myself, imagining what it would feel like.

The package arrived the next afternoon. My hands were shaking as I tore open the discreet brown box. There it was, smooth, silicone, bigger than I expected, with two little ears on the clit stimulator. I locked my bedroom door, stripped naked, and laid back on the bed with my legs spread wide.

I was already soaked.

I switched it on and jumped at how strong the vibrations were. The low buzzing filled the room as I ran the tip along my wet slit, teasing myself. “Fuck… I’m such a dirty slut now,” I whispered to myself in Hindi and English. I pressed the head against my entrance and slowly pushed it inside.

“Oh my god…”

The thick shaft stretched me open beautifully. I slid it deeper until the little rabbit ears nestled right against my swollen clit. I turned up the settings.

The feeling was intense. The shaft started rotating inside me, pressing against my G-spot, while the ears vibrated hard and fast on my clit. My back arched off the bed instantly.

“Chodo mujhe…” I moaned, sounding like a desperate whore. I started fucking myself with it, pumping the Rabbit in and out while the vibrations attacked my clit without mercy. My heavy breasts bounced, milk leaking slightly from my nipples as I lost control.

I turned the speed higher.

My legs started shaking uncontrollably. The dual stimulation was too much, the deep, churning pressure inside my pussy combined with the relentless buzzing on my clit. I was dripping down my thighs, making wet sounds every time I thrust the toy into my hungry cunt.

“Yes… yes… fuck me,” I gasped, my voice getting louder. I imagined a thick cock pounding me while the rabbit ears tortured my clit. I fucked myself harder, faster, completely giving in to the filthiest version of myself.

Then it hit me.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My pussy clenched violently around the vibrating shaft as I came harder than I ever. I squirted, actually squirted, soaking the bed sheets as my whole body convulsed. I kept the Rabbit pressed tight against me, riding every wave, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Even after I came, I didn’t stop. I kept fucking myself through it, chasing a second one that came even quicker. My eyes rolled back, my toes curled, and I came again, and actually screamed.

When I finally pulled the dripping toy out of me, my pussy was pulsing and my thighs were trembling. I lay there panting, covered in sweat, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied, slutty smile.

I had gone from a shy, faithful Indian wife to a woman who ordered a Rabbit vibrator and fucked herself senseless with it in the middle of the afternoon.

And I fucking loved it.

I already knew this wouldn’t be the last time. In fact, I was already thinking about ordering an even bigger one next.

I was still lying there on my bed, legs spread obscenely wide, my dripping pussy still twitching from the second orgasm when I grabbed the Rabbit again.

The toy was slick with my juices. I didn’t even clean it. I just shoved it back inside me in one greedy thrust. “Chodo mujhe…” I moaned loudly, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Chodo mujhe, please!”

I turned the vibrations up to maximum. The thick rotating shaft stretched my tight Indian cunt while those wicked little ears attacked my swollen clit without mercy. I started fucking myself harder, slamming the toy in and out like a whore who couldn’t get enough.

“Chodo mujhe! Fuck me harder!” I cried out, my heavy milk-filled tits bouncing wildly. I pinched one leaking nipple, squeezing a drop of milk onto my fingers and licking it while I destroyed my pussy with the vibrator.

My hips bucked up off the bed, meeting every brutal thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of the Rabbit pounding my soaked hole filled the room. I was losing control completely.

“Fuck me like a randi! Chodo mujhe jaise ek cheap whore ko chodte ho!” I screamed in a mix of Hindi and English, my eyes rolling back.

Another orgasm exploded through me. My pussy clenched and spasmed violently around the vibrating toy as I squirted again, soaking my hand, the sheets, and my thighs. I kept the Rabbit buried deep inside me, grinding the clit stim against my throbbing bud, riding the waves until I was shaking and whimpering like a total whore.

Even after I came, I kept whispering it breathlessly:

“Chodo mujhe… chodo mujhe…”

I’m not the same woman anymore. The shy, faithful Ranvir is long gone. Now I’m just a cock-hungry slut who begs to be fucked, even when I’m alone with a toy.

After I discovered the Rabbit vibrator, my hunger only grew worse. I was fucking myself with it almost every day, sometimes two or even three times a day, moaning like a whore and squirting all over my bed sheets. But something new started happening. While watching porn, I found myself clicking on lesbian videos more and more. The sight of two women licking each other, sucking tits, and using toys on one another made me ridiculously wet. I started wondering what it would feel like to touch another woman… to taste her… to make her moan.

That’s when I started noticing Priya, my married neighbour next door. She was 32, petite but curvy, with smooth brown skin, big dark eyes, and full breasts that strained against her salwar kameez. She was a proper, traditional Indian wife, or at least she pretended to be. Her husband worked long hours and barely paid her any attention. I could see the frustration in her eyes when we chatted over the fence.

One warm afternoon, I invited her in for coffee.

We sat on the sofa, sipping masala chai. I was wearing a loose, low-cut top that showed a lot of my very-full cleavage. Priya kept glancing at my breasts, trying not to stare. I felt bold.

“You look tense, Priya,” I said softly, placing my hand on her knee. “Is everything okay at home?”

She sighed. “Raj is always working… I feel so lonely sometimes.”

I smiled and let my fingers gently stroke her knee. “I know exactly what you mean. After my husband left, I felt the same. But I’ve discovered some… ways to feel good again.”

Priya looked at me curiously. “What ways?”

My heart was racing. I leaned closer, my voice dropping. “Have you ever touched yourself when you’re alone? Really let go?”

She blushed deeply. I could see her nipples hardening through her top. That gave me courage.

“I’ve bought a toy,” I whispered. “A very naughty one. It made me cum so hard I soaked the bed. Would you like to see it?”

Priya hesitated for a second, then nodded shyly.

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. And as I pulled out the Rabbit from my bedside cabinet, her eyes widened.

“Ranvir… this is so wrong,” she whispered, but her voice was husky with excitement.

I stepped closer and kissed her. Softly at first, then deeper. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues met. I cupped her breasts through her clothes and she didn’t stop me.

Soon we were both undressed. Her body was beautiful, smaller tits than mine but perfectly round with dark nipples. I pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, sucking her nipples until she was squirming and whimpering.

I switched on the Rabbit and pressed it against her wet pussy. Priya gasped loudly as the rotating shaft slid inside her and the little ears buzzed against her clit.

“Oh god, Ranvir… what are you doing to me?” she moaned.

“I’m making you my little slut,” I whispered, pumping the toy slowly into her. “Does it feel good?”

“OH Yes… fuck yes… it feels so good!” she cried.

I fucked her with the Rabbit, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly as I increased the speed. Within minutes she came hard, gripping my arm and shaking, her juices dripping down the toy.

Seeing her like that made me incredibly wet. I pulled the Rabbit out of her, licked it clean, savouring the taste of her cunt juice on my tongue and handed it to her.

“Now do me,” I begged. “Chodo mujhe with it.”

Priya looked nervous but excited. She pushed the thick vibrating shaft into my soaking cunt and pressed the clit stim against my swollen bud. I moaned like a whore as she fucked me with it, copying what I had done to her.

“Harder, Priya! Fuck my pussy!” I gasped.

She grew bolder, slamming the Rabbit in and out of me while sucking on my leaking nipples. The dual stimulation was too much. I came violently, squirting all over her hand and the bed sheets, screaming “Chodo mujhe!” as my body convulsed.

We spent the rest of the afternoon taking turns with the toy, licking each other’s pussies, and grinding our wet cunts together. Priya came three more times before she had to leave.

As she was getting dressed, she looked at me with shy, lust-filled eyes and said, “We can’t tell anyone…”

I just smiled and replied, “Next time, I want you to sit on my face while you use the Rabbit on me.”

The good Indian wife I used to be is completely gone. Now I’m seducing married women in the afternoon and turning them into sluts just like me.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

After that, I became insatiable.

I started fucking anyone who wanted me. A wealthy older businessman I met quite by chance one afternoon, fucked me in his car in a car park. I sucked his cock like a desperate whore, drooling and gagging, then rode him reverse cowgirl on the back seat of his Merc, while my swollen belly rested on his thighs. I loved it when he slid a finger in my arse and called me his “pregnant Indian randi (whore).”

One night I went to a bar and ended up in a hotel room with two men. They used me for hours, one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, then switching. They came inside me, on my face, on my leaking tits. I screamed in Hindi and English, “Chodo mujhe! (Fuck me!) Fuck my pregnant cunt! Make me your slut!” I started dressing like the whore I had become, low-cut tops that barely covered my heavy breasts, short skirts that showed off my thick thighs and round arse. I craved the stares. I loved knowing that this very pregnant, traditionally beautiful Indian woman was now a total cumslut.

Even after I gave birth, the hunger didn’t stop. My body recovered fast, but my tits stayed massive and full of milk. I would use a breast pump before dates just so men could suck on my leaking nipples while they fucked me senseless. I adored the feeling of a man drinking from my tits as he pounded my arse and pussy.

Now, years later, I have become completely different from the sweet dutiful wife I once was. I keep a steady rotation of lovers, young studs who can fuck me for hours, dominant older men who degrade me and call me names, couples where I happily eat pussy while getting railed from behind. Girl friends with benefits, I indulge in 3somes, 4somes and moresomes! I been through most of the production team here at the studio, even a few of the gay ones having 3somes with them. Many of the camera crew, men and women.

And as I sit there in the mornings relaying the latest news, interviewing MPs, other dignitaries and VIPs, what you wont have known, until now, is that I have a little remote controlled silver bullet vibrator in a pocket in the front of my panties, (usually a thong), pressed up against my pussy, and every time the remotes button gets pushed, usually by one of my co-presenters or one of the crew, a bolt of sexual energy rips though me, until, during the add breaks, have to go to the ladies room, either on my own and better still with someone else, and either get myself off, or get wanked of by the other person.

I’ve gone from a shy, faithful wife who barely knew pleasure, to a sex-hungry whore who needs cock, cunt and cum constantly. I used to smile sweetly at other mothers at my sons playgroup, and now at the school gates, while I’m secretly texting my next fuck about how wet my pussy is thinking about his dick stretching me open, or my tongue in her hot soaking wet cunt.

I have never been happier. The good Indian girl is gone forever. In her place is a cock-worshipping slut who finally discovered what she was truly made for.

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