Savita's Slutty Secrets

Meet Savita—28, horny as fuck, stuck with a fat, limp-dick husband named Manoj who can’t satisfy her juicy ass.... Her life’s a snooze until Arjun, her 18-year-old stud of a brother-in-law, sneaks in and fucks her senseless. Big saggy tits, hairy pussy, and a fat butt that begs for it—Savita’s down for every nasty trick, from creampies to cumshots and even some hot pee play. Shit gets wilder when Arjun’s five horny buddies—Vikram, Rohan, Sameer, Karan, and Ajay—join the party, turning her into their gangbang queen. Pregnant and still pounding, Savita’s living a secret slut life while Manoj thinks the kid’s his. Ten steamy chapters of raw, dirty fucking—get ready to lose your damn mind.

Chapter 1: Arjun’s Dick Wakes My Horny Ass Up

I’m Savita, 28, and fuck me, I’m a sexy bitch—long black hair swinging down my back, saggy tits that bounce like crazy, dark nipples that get hard as fuck when I’m wet (which is all the damn time now), a chubby little tummy that my fat-ass husband Manoj calls “sweet” like a dumb shit, and a big, juicy butt that could make any dude’s dick twitch. My pussy’s pink and tight, hiding under a wild bush of black pubes I don’t shave ‘cause who gives a fuck? Manoj sure don’t. He’s 35, a sweaty pig who’d rather jerk off to TV than fuck me proper. Two years hitched, and my cunt’s been lonelier than a stray dog—until Arjun, his 18-year-old brother, rolled in and lit my horny ass up like a damn firecracker.

Arjun’s a cocky little fucker—tall, skinny, with messy black hair and a grin that says he’s ready to ruin me. He crashed at our place for the summer, all young and horny, fresh outta school. Manoj didn’t give a shit—he’s always gone for “work” or glued to the sofa—but I caught Arjun staring at me from jump. His dark eyes locked on my saggy tits, drooled over my fat ass, and fuck, my pussy started leaking like a busted tap. I’d bend over to grab some shit—like a broom or whatever—my loose kurti slipping down, dark nipples poking out, and he’d lick his lips, smirking like he wanted to eat me alive. My pink cunt would get so wet under that hairy bush, dripping down my legs, and I’d act like I didn’t feel it, but fuck, I did.

One day, Manoj fucked off for a week—some bullshit job trip, leaving me alone with Arjun. I was in the kitchen, stirring some crap in a tight salwar that hugged my big ass, my dupatta falling off so my saggy tits were damn near spilling out, when Arjun strolled in, no shirt, jeans slung low, showing off that sexy V-line that made my pussy scream. “Fuck, Savita, you’re a hot piece of ass,” he said, voice all deep and rough, leaning on the counter like he owned my cunt already. My nipples got hard as rocks, poking through my top, and I laughed, tossing my hair back.

“Yeah? Too bad Manoj don’t give a fuck,” I said, bending over to grab a pan, my salwar riding up, flashing my fat ass and a peek of my hairy pussy, all wet and ready. I heard him groan low, and when I turned around, his dick was bulging in his jeans, so thick it looked ready to rip through.

“Manoj’s a fat fucking loser,” he said, stepping close, so close I could smell the sweat and horny stink on him. “I’d suck that pussy dry ‘til you’re begging, bhabhi.” That bhabhi shit should’ve felt off, but it made my cunt throb like a bitch in heat. I smirked, leaning back, pushing my saggy tits out.

“Big words, kid,” I teased, but my voice was shaky, my pussy soaking my thighs like a goddamn flood. He grinned, all nasty, and grabbed my wrist, yanking me in.

“Let’s ditch this shit hole,” he said. “Manoj’s out. Nobody’s gonna know fuck-all.” My heart was banging, but shit, I was done being a bored-ass housewife. I nodded, and ten minutes later, we were on his shitty scooter, tearing through the streets to some dive bar, my cunt buzzing like crazy with every bump.

The bar was a nasty joint—dim lights, sticky floors, some old Hindi song blasting loud. We snagged a back table, and Arjun got us beers, his leg smashing against mine under the table. “You’re too fuckin’ sexy for that lard-ass,” he said, his hand sliding up my thigh, rough fingers brushing my pubes, feeling how goddamn wet I was. I spread my legs wider, letting him dig in, my pink pussy dripping like a slut through my salwar.

“Show me, then,” I said, voice all horny and low, egging him on. He didn’t fuck around—shoved two fingers under my salwar, straight into my hairy cunt, pumping deep and hard. I gasped, grabbing the table, my saggy tits bouncing as he fucked me with his hand, thumb smashing my clit ‘til I was ready to scream like a cheap whore.

“Fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he growled, leaning in to lick my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. “Manoj don’t deserve this wet little slut-hole.” No shit—my husband hadn’t fucked me in forever, and here’s Arjun, finger-banging me in a bar like a goddamn pro. I came fast, shaking like a leaf, creaming all over his fingers, a little piss squirting out ‘cause I was too horny to hold it. He laughed, pulling his hand out, sucking my cum and pee off like it was fuckin’ honey.

“Nasty-ass bitch,” he said, grinning, and I smirked, panting hard. “You ain’t seen shit yet,” I said, grabbing his dick through his jeans, feeling how fat and hard it was, ready to explode. We didn’t fuck right then—just teased the hell outta each other, me rubbing his cock ‘til he was groaning like a dog, him sucking my dark tits through my kurti ‘til I was soaking again. But fuck, I knew it was coming soon.

Weeks passed, and every time Manoj was out—which was a fuck-ton—Arjun and I were sneaking off. Late-night chai spots, dark parks, empty streets—didn’t matter, we’d end up with his hands up my salwar, my fat ass grinding his lap, or his tongue slurping my sweaty tits ‘til I was begging for his dick. One night, parked behind a shitty paan stall, he yanked my kurti down, sucked my dark nipples ‘til they hurt so good, and I jerked his cock ‘til he blasted a huge cumshot all over my saggy tits, thick white jizz dripping down my chubby tummy. I scooped it up, sucked it off my fingers, and he groaned, “Fuck, Savita, you’re a dirty slut.” I laughed, pussy throbbing, knowing he was fuckin’ right.

Then came the big day—Manoj fucked off for a whole month on some work bullshit. I was horny as fuck, strutting around in a tiny nightie, my big ass bouncing, my hairy cunt dripping just thinking about Arjun’s dick. He showed up that night, no shirt, jeans tight, cock already half-hard. “Manoj’s gone, huh?” he said, stepping in, slamming the door shut. I didn’t say shit—just dropped my nightie, standing there buck-naked, saggy tits swinging, dark nipples stiff, my pink pussy peeking through that black bush, wet as fuck.

“Fuck me now,” I said, voice all raw and desperate. He didn’t wait—shoved me against the sofa, ripped his jeans down, and his dick popped out, thick and veiny, leaking precum like a damn hose. He grabbed my chubby tummy, squeezed it hard, then spread my legs wide, diving in to lick my hairy cunt. His tongue was fuckin’ wild—sucking my clit like a lollipop, slurping my juices, even teasing my piss hole ‘til I squirted a hot stream right on his face. “Nasty fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, grinning up at me, face dripping with my mess.

“Shut up and ram it,” I snapped, yanking him up. He slammed his dick in me, no warning, stretching my tight cunt ‘til I screamed, my fat ass jiggling with every hard thrust. He fucked me like a beast—fast and rough, my saggy tits slapping my chest, his balls smacking my ass loud as fuck. “Take this cock, you filthy randi,” he grunted, gripping my hips, pounding me ‘til the sofa shook. I came first, creaming all over his dick, a sloppy mix of cum and pee gushing out, and he kept fucking me through it ‘til he exploded—hot, thick cumshots blasting deep in my pussy, a creampie so messy it ran down my legs.

We collapsed, sweaty and gasping, his jizz leaking outta my cunt, my pussy still pulsing like crazy. “Fuck, Savita,” he said, grinning. “You’re a horny fuckin’ animal.” I laughed, smearing his cum over my chubby tummy, sucking it off my fingers. “You woke this slut up,” I said, and he smirked, dick already twitching again.

That night started it all. Arjun fucked me every damn day Manoj was gone—on the sofa, in the shower, bent over the kitchen counter. He’d suck my dark tits ‘til they were raw, lick my hairy pussy ‘til I pissed all over him, then shove his cock in me ‘til I was screaming, creampies flooding my cunt like it was his personal cum dump. I was addicted—every nasty fuckin’ minute—my boring-ass life torched by this 18-year-old stud.

Then shit got insane. One night, Arjun dragged me to his room, grinning like a horny devil. “Got some buddies who wanna see you,” he said, and before I could say fuck-all, five dudes walked in—Vikram, Rohan, Sameer, Karan, and Ajay—all 18, dicks bulging like they’d been jerking off to me already. I froze, pussy dripping even though I was pissed. “Arjun, what the fuck?” I hissed, but he laughed, shoving me onto his bed.

“They know you’re a nasty slut,” he said, ripping my salwar off, showing off my hairy cunt. “Time to share this pussy.” I tried to yell—tried—but Vikram was already sucking my dark nipples, Rohan licking my chubby tummy, and Arjun spread my legs for Sameer to dive into my cunt, tongue-fucking me ‘til I was moaning like a cheap hooker. Karan and Ajay jerked their cocks, waiting their turn, and I was too horny to stop it—my pussy took over.

They fucked me stupid that night—no asking, just raw, dirty gangbang shit. Vikram slammed my cunt first, creaming deep inside, then Rohan flipped me over, fucked my ass ‘til I screamed, his cumshot splattering my fat butt. Sameer and Karan teamed up—one ramming my pussy, one stuffing my mouth—sucking and fucking ‘til I was gagging on cum, their loads dripping down my face. Ajay finished me off, pissing on my saggy tits while Arjun fucked me again, another creampie flooding my cunt. I was a wreck—cum-soaked, piss-wet, pussy pounding—and fuck, I was hooked.

That kicked off my new life. Arjun and his boys fucked me every day—creampies, cumshots, pee play, all the nasty shit—turning me into their slutty queen. Months later, I was knocked up, six months pregnant, belly big, tits sagging more, still getting pounded daily. Manoj came home, saw the bump, and grinned like a fool, thinking it was his. “Finally got you pregnant, huh?” he said, clueless as fuck. I smirked, pussy dripping from Arjun’s morning fuck, knowing it could be any of theirs. And I didn’t care—‘cause while Manoj snored, I was still getting railed by Arjun and his crew, my horny ass living the filthy dream.