Change is the Only Constant

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IN PICS: MARIA | CONTRIBUTED BY: MR (TELEGRAM)

Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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When a person changes so much that they become someone completely different, is it just hormones in play or something more? Can hormones change a person so much? I don’t know.

But the transformation of Maria was quite simply astounding. And if truth be told, I can’t complain about it either because I was one of the many that benefitted from it.

The first time I saw Maria was when she started working at our company four years ago.

Chirpy and bubbly, she soon became the life of the group. Not someone you would consider a classical beauty, Maria had something magnetic about her personality that made most people like her — as far as guys were concerned, more than just like her.

Another girl with her body might be considered by many as being overweight or fat, but not Maria.

Most men in the office would probably categorize her as being curvy, voluptuous and maybe the a few might call her chubby. That was a sensuality about her that is hard to explain in words. She was a guy-magnet and everything about her made the guys in the office lust for her.

She was always warm and friendly but never more. She seemed completely oblivious about the effect she had on men.

Brought up with traditional and orthodox Indian values, Maria drew her boundaries to the dismay of most single guys that lusted for her.

The big surprise for all of us — and heartbreak for many of us guys — came when she announced her marriage after about six months of joining the company.

She took a three-month break from work after her wedding and when she returned, she had changed — for the better.

The sindhoor and mangalsootra somehow made her more erotic and desirable than before.

As if that wasn’t enough to give us horny guys blue balls, she had become more flirty since her return from her marriage break.

To top it all, where she wore her saree also changed. It dropped at least 2-3 inches down on her hip.

The see-through chiffons making us horny guys lust for her body while staring at her deep navel peeping through the veils of her saree.

When one of the girls asked her about it one day, she gave credit for her change to her husband.

“She says we live once and shouldn’t live in a box. I had never seen our customs and traditions as being confining, but he encouraged me to be more expressive and not worry too much about what society thinks of as right or wrong.”

But Maria’s transformation was far from complete. This was just the beginning.

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Pregnancy a few months after her marriage brought about even more change, not just in Maria, but also among us guys who still had the hots for her. For starters, the moment the news of her pregnancy reached us, we couldn’t help imagine all the times her husband would have fucked and creamed her pussy.

Hushed coffee and lunch conversations got vivid around her sex life. How many times did her husband fuck her each week? When had they started planning a baby or was it an accidental pregnancy? Had he always fucked her without protection? Did he satisfy her sexually — there was no end to our speculation or our growing desire for her forbidden fruit(s).

All these conversations had me perpetually turned on. I imagined vivid scenes of sex — only in my imagination it was I instead of her husband shooting load after load of cum deep inside her pussy

She had always been endowed with full breasts but a few months later, they started filling up even more, just as her baby bump became evident.

With every passing week and month of pregnancy, Maria just became curvier, her breasts strained her clothes, making our cocks strain our pants as she became sexier and sexier.

Truth be told, the number of guys who were part of the “Maria Fantasy” group had dwindled ever since her marriage. From close to 20 horny guys, we were now down to about 6 or 7, who still carried a flame for her body.

Even though others had moved on, the few of us that remained in the secret club were enough to leave me with blue balls every single day.

Watching Maria at work just stoked the flames, leaving me fantasizing about her almost constantly

One morning, I woke up from a vivid wet dream where I imagined fucking and cumming inside Maria’s pregnant pussy while her husband watched and egged me on to fuck her harder and deeper as I pounded her hard.

Even though I had masturbated twice reliving the dream that morning, the boner was back in full fury the moment I set my eyes on Maria’s pregnant body at office.

I had a tough time hiding my boner whenever Maria was around.

I couldn’t help mentally undressing her, sucking on her full breasts — in my imagination, they were already lactating and she urged me to milk them — and taking creaming her pussy after draining both breasts right there on the office table in front of half the office.

I wondered if she was vocal during sex and if she liked dirty talk while getting fucked. If she was a screamer, if she was a squirter.

I was a horny mess that day and had to relieve myself in the men’s room twice. And still, I had blue, aching balls by the time I got home.

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I am not sure if my sexual torture got a reprieve or whether it went into a period of draught when Maria took a six month maternity break from work when she hit her 8th month of pregnancy.

Leading up to her maternity leave, guy-talk about her sex life had gone into overdrive. Bets were being placed on whether or not her husband fucked her through her pregnancy.

Speculation about her wardrobe changes as her body filled out increased — from the size of bra that would contain her now ample boobs to whether she needed a nursing bra yet or not.

All that talk and speculation make me hornier for her and I had to masturbate to thoughts of fucking Maria as a daily routine — often more than once — by the time she took a break from work.

After she went on a break, guy-talk about her gradually dwindled and guys found other girls in the office to talk about. However, I continued to jerk off each morning and night to thoughts of enjoying Maria’s pregnant body for a while.

My urges too slowly reduced with each passing day and by the fourth or fifth month of Maria’s maternity break, I had almost stopped thinking of her and was now jerking off thinking about the new ‘fresh out of college’ receptionist who had joined the office recently.

And then she was back — sexier than ever and so was my sexual torture.

When she came back from her maternity break, Maria had changed yet again.

One major and most noticeable change was that she needed lactation breaks, three or four times a day — to pump her breasts.

Knowing the reason for the breaks just added to my torture as I imagined Maria pumping warm milk from her full breasts — into my mouth instead of a bottle. I ached to wrap my mouth around her nipples and taste her milk from the source.

The other change was that the friendly girl who had turned into a flirty married woman, had now transformed into a very touchy-feely MILF.

I often wondered if she deliberately rubbed her breasts against the men, and what was going through her mind when she touched a guy’s arm or slapped a guys thighs playfully.

She had to have been aware of the effect she had on us single guys — and even some of the married ones.

My torture turned into a jackpot one day, when she forgot to lock the cafeteria door during her lactation break.

Our office cafeteria was on the terrace, cut off from the rest of the workspace. As I approached the cafeteria door, I heard muffled moans from inside.

When I tried the door knob, it opened and I saw Maria pumping milk from her breast into a feeding bottle.

Her saree had been lifted well over her knees, giving a generous view of her creamy thighs, her legs were spread wide and she had one hand was moving back and forth inside her saree. I couldn’t believe I was watching Maria masturbate!!!

I’d had a boner through most of the day and the ache in my balls had just gone to a whole new level.

I had been tempted to unzip my pants, get my my shaft out and jerk off while watching Maria. But I didn’t.

I don’t know what came over me, but I opened the cafeteria door and stepped in, closing and locking the door behind me.

The sound of the latch turning made Maria turn and our eyes met.

She hurriedly took her hand out of her saree and fumbled with the breast pump, trying to cover herself.

As her eyes rested on the erection in my pants, she froze.

The milk bottle had toppled off the table, spilling the milk she had pumped out so far. The breast pump also had fallen out of her hand and was lying on the floor.

My eyes went from her face to her one naked breast and to the drop of milk leaking out of it.

When she looked up from my erection to my eyes, there was naked sexual hunger in them.

“WOW! Maria!” I groaned, “you are gorgeous!” Maria blushed a deep red.

My lust must have clouded my senses at that moment, because what I did next could have resulted in an HR complaint and my sacking.

In three quick strides I was at the table where Maria sat. My hand grabbed her naked breast while I bent down and kissed her lips.

Instead of pushing me away, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth, finding mine.

Closing her eyes, Maria moaned as I pinched her nipple, making more milk trickle out of it and over my fingers. Her mouth opened and my tongue found hers.

As our tongues wrestled, my fingers pinched her leaking nipple and she moaned in my mouth.

My cock was aching, straining to break free of the confines of my pants as I sucked on her tongue, tasting her saliva. My hunger to taste her milk finally made me break the kiss and move down her body.

Breaking the kiss, I went lower and took her exposed nipple in my mouth. As I sucked, I felt her warm milk spurt out and I drank it hungrily.

Her hands undid my fly, her hand went in and pulled out my erection. As I milked her hungrily, Maria started stroking my shaft.

My cock was throbbing in her hand and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I didn’t want to waste the moment by cumming in her hand.

This was my one chance at making all my wild erotic dreams come true and I wasn’t going to pass up my chance of fucking Maria.

After sucking her tit for a couple minutes, I pulled back.

“Wow! Maria.” I said and she went beet red again. Pretending to be gentlemanly, I picked the bottle and pump off the floor and set them in the table. It was when I bent down to pick up the bottle that I noticed her pink lace panties that she had pulled down to her ankles.

Taking her hands in mine, I made her stand up. Her saree fell down from her thighs, covering her legs. Pulling her close to me, I kissed her hard and deep.

While our tongues battled for supremacy, I opened her blouse and pulled down her nursing bra to expose the other breast as well and started caressing both her boobs and playing with her tits. Just drinking her saliva off her tongue and mouth had me on the verge of cumming.

Breaking the kiss, I buried my face in the valley between her breasts. Just then her phone rang. Raw terror was on her face as she saw the call from her husband. Sensing that this was the moment when she would push me away, I took one of her erect nipples in my mouth and sucked hard.

Maria gasped before answering the call. I could only hear her end of the conversation, “taking a break… filling the bottle… don’t even ask… it’s called being a woman… anyway, why did you call… ok… ok… sure… sure.

I was milking her breasts while she was talking to her husband and in that moment, I knew what I had to do.

Bending her forward on the table, I lifted her saree over her hips. Even her butt was gorgeous and if I wasn’t in a hurry, I would have enjoyed kissing it too. But I didn’t know how long the call would last.

Maria seemed confused, turning over her shoulder to see what I was doing, while struggling to focus on what her husband was saying.

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head when I spread her legs. Before she could say anything else, I shoved my hardness between her legs, sliding my cock into her sopping wet pussy.

She gasped, making her husband ask what was wrong.

“Nothing,” she replied, trying to keep her voice even and trying to push me away.

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her into me and thrust all the way into her.

Her pussy was hungry and dripping wet. As I started moving in and out of her, she couldn’t help moaning.

“If I tell you about my milking breasts, you will find it disgusting. So, what were you saying about dinner?” she said into the phone.

By now, I was drilling hard and deep and pretty close to cumming myself.

She had her lops pursed so she didn’t scream or moan out loud and all I could hear were periodic, “hmmm, yeah, ok, aha…” in response to whatever her husband was saying at the other end on the call.

As she listened to her husband talk, I pounded her pussy hard and deep, and just as she was about to end the call a couple minutes later, I came, shooting my load deep inside Maria’s pussy.

I collapsed on top of her and we both just stayed that way for a few minutes, gathering our breath. My limp cock still buried inside her.

I finally pulled out of her, pulled up my pants and zipped up. As she stood up and let her saree drop and started buttoning up her blouse, I picked up her panties from the floor and pocketed them.

When she asked for them, I said, “I am keeping them as a souvenir of the most beautiful day at work.” and walked out imagining my cum dripping down her thighs.

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That would have been the end of it, if it hadn’t changed Maria yet again. It was like a barrier had been breached and her flirtiness only increased after that day.

We started fucking at least once a day during her lactation breaks. As she pumped milk out of the other into the bottle, I would drain one breast while finger fucking her pussy.

Depending on how turned on she was, she often came once or twice while I was milking and finger-fucking her.

Then, after both breasts were drained, she sucked and stroked me till I came in her mouth.

Once I was spent, I would eat her dripping wet pussy and continue finger-fucking her till she came in my mouth.

The first time she squirted, I ate and finger fucked her till to four squirting orgasms, drinking her honey fountain right out of her pussy.

By the time she came, I was invariably hard and ready for action again.

Also, by the time, her pussy was hungry for my cock and she would be begging me to put it in her.

Having already cum once in her mouth, by the time I entered her, I was in no rush to cum again and often fucked her through a couple orgasms before shooting my load inside her pussy.

After we were both spent, we would talk while trying to catch our breaths. That’s when I learned that her husband had lost all interest in her once she had started lactating.

Even after her child was born, her husband had shown no sexual interest in her. On the other hand, her hormones had kicked her sexual drive into top gear and even after having an orgasm or two with me, she often had to masturbate once or twice to satisfy her body’s needs.

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Today is Friday and I am packing my bags for a weekend in Goa. It’s my birthday tomorrow and, because it falls over a long weekend, the office gang planned a weekend get-away in Goa.

When I suggested she goes with us, Maria had readily agreed. She had made an excuse about an office trip at home, saying all the women in the office are going.

I don’t know what excuse she had made at home, but she showed up at my place with a birthday cake.

After she sang “Happy birthday to you,” made me blow the candle and cut the cake, she had sucked me and made me cum on the cake, before cutting the cum-loaded slice and eating it.

Once the cake was gone, she put on a show of licking my spilled cum off the plate and swallowing it seductively.

God, just watching her eat my cum made my cock stir back to life. Maria giggled watching it grow.

She had spent last night with me. I had made her cum seven times. She erupted twice with a squirting orgasm in my mouth.

She also had taken three loads of my cum inside her pussy through the night.

It was close to four in the morning by the time both of us were finally done and lay cuddling.

“Can I ask you something,” Maria said as I lay spooning her, caressing her breasts.

“Sure,” I said.

“Which of the other girls are going on the trip?”

“Just you,” I said, “the rest of us are all guys.”

“None of the wives going either?”

“None of the married guys going either,” I said in reply. We lay silently for a minute or two, before she spoke again.

“I know you have said that you had sexual feelings for me from even before my marriage. What about these other guys?”

“Most of them have had the hots for you Maria,” I said honestly, “I’d be the envy of all the single guys now if they knew about us.”

“How would you feel if any of the other guys hit on me during the trip?”

“It doesn’t matter how I feel,” I said, “I am not your husband or boyfriend. What matters is how you would feel.”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” she said and then giggled, turning to face me, she added, “come to think of it, the idea is kinda kinky and turning me on. I actually wouldn’t mind trying them all out over the weekend, if you don’t mind.”

“Together?”

“Why not?” she said giggling. “I am not sure they all would like to drink my milk and cum the way you do. If they don’t, you can have it all. But I think it would be fun to see if any of them fuck as well as you.” She was actually getting excited at the prospect of a gangbang.

“Besides,” she added, “I want another baby, and if my husband won’t fuck me, I have to find sperm elsewhere to get pregnant right? And if I don’t know whose sperm got the job done, there is no chance of complication afterwards. What do you think?”

With that, she reached down and started stroking and sucking my cock back to hardness. Far from answering her, I sprang back to full hardness at the prospect of impregnating her.

I have a feeling Maria’s transformation is going to be complete this weekend, but first, I need to take this horny MILF one more time.

THE END.

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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