Rain lashed against the window of the cramped apartment, matching the stormy tension building inside.
Farz dragged deeply from her vape, blowing a thick cloud of sweet mint across the glass-topped coffee table. Dark, heavy-lidded green eyes scanned the room, landing on each of her roommates in turn. As the eldest, she held a natural authority, her thick, BBW frame settled deep into the plush armchair like a queen on her throne.
"Three days," Farz muttered, her voice dripping with venom. "She gets him for three whole nights. Then he gets a rest day. While we sit here like fucking beggars waiting for scraps. I’m sick of it."
Anil shifted her weight on the sagging sofa, her brown eyes flashing. Her own BBW curves, soft and massive, rubbed against Salm’s long legs. "Kanjri got lucky," Anil spat, using the sharp Mirpuri insult with practiced ease. "H was no better than us when we were all sharing beds in this flat. Now she’s his fourth wife, living in luxury, and we’re left dry."
Salm paced the small living room, her towering height making the ceiling feel incredibly low. Looking like a cross between Katrina Kaif and Tara Sutaria, she possessed a striking, elegant beauty that only fueled her deep frustration. "He’s resting today," she said, a wicked smile stretching across her full lips. "No wives. Just him, alone in that big house. It’s the perfect opportunity."
Mal leaned back against the wall, her classic Anne Hathaway features illuminated by the dim light of the television. "You want to just show up? All eight of us?"
"Why the hell not?" Mus challenged, her Hayley Atwell-like figure practically bursting out of her tight tank top. "He’s a man, isn't he? You think he’s going to turn down a house full of hungry women? We’ve all seen the way he looks at us when he drops H off."
Hu, Alish, and AlishB sat clustered together on the floor. Skinny, short, and breathtakingly beautiful, they looked like a trio of elite starlets—resembling Riley Reid, Ana de Armas, and Megan Fox respectively. Their shared green eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and pure, unadulterated lust.
"Remember what we used to do before he took her?" Hu whispered, her hand sliding up Alish’s bare thigh. "We didn't need men then."
AlishB gasped as Hu’s fingers crept higher, her breath catching in her throat. "We still don't. But we want *him*."
Jealousy, thick and heavy, acted like an aphrodisiac in the tight room. The memory of their past physical intimacy, combined with the agonizing thought of H enjoying the man they all secretly craved, snapped the final thread of their restraint.
Farz stood up, her heavy chest heaving. "We aren't waiting until tonight to get warmed up. Come here, saali."
Lust exploded in the apartment like a detonated bomb. Farz grabbed Alish by her hair, pulling her head back and slamming her mouth down in a brutal, wet kiss. Salm groaned, dropping to her knees in front of Anil, her long fingers tearing at Anil’s clothes.
Moans and raw Mirpuri swearing filled the air as the eight women descended into a chaotic, desperate tangle of limbs. Mus ripped her tank top off, her massive breasts spilling free as Mal eagerly latched onto her neck. Hu lay flat on her back, her legs pinned wide by AlishB, who was already slick and desperate, rubbing herself furiously against Hu’s hip.
Spit flew as they exchanged deep, messy kisses, their shared history of lesbian encounters rushing back with a wild, feral intensity. Farz stood over them, her heavy thighs dripping as she watched Salm bury her face between Anil’s legs.
"Gashti!" Anil screamed, her fingers digging into Salm’s thick dark hair as a sudden, violent wave of pleasure hit her, causing her to squirt onto the carpet. "Oh my god, yes, do it harder!"
Hours slipped away in a blur of sweat, heavy breathing, and the sweet, musky scent of arousal. By the time the sun began to set, casting long amber shadows across the room, the women lay exhausted, sticky, and completely unfulfilled. The frantic session had only heightened their hunger for the main event.
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Silence filled the master bedroom of my home. I lay stretched out on the bed, enjoying the rare, blissful quiet of my designated rest day. Having four wives was a blessing, but three consecutive nights with H had left me physically drained. I needed this twenty-four-hour window to recalibrate.
A sudden, sharp knock at the front door shattered the silence.
Frowning, I rolled off the bed and pulled on a pair of loose grey sweatpants. I wasn't expecting anyone. H was visiting her mother, and my other three wives knew better than to disturb my rest day.
I walked down the hallway and pulled the heavy wooden door open.
Standing on my porch were eight women, looking flushed, slightly disheveled, and incredibly dangerous. Farz stood at the front, her dark hair damp with sweat, her heavy BBW chest rising and falling rapidly. Behind her, Salm towered over the group, her model-like face fixed with a predatory smirk.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, my voice instantly dropping an octave as my eyes scanned the crowd. The sheer amount of exposed skin and the intense, heavy scent of perfume mixed with raw pheromones hit me like a physical wave.
"We came to keep you company," Mus purred, stepping forward and pressing her soft, ample chest directly against my bare arm. She smelled like vanilla and sweat.
Before I could utter a single word of protest, Farz placed her hand on my chest, her fingers digging into my skin as she pushed me backward into the hallway. The rest of them filed in behind her, AlishB locking the door with a sharp, final click.
"You've been ignoring us," Hu whispered, sliding past me like a cat, her petite, skinny frame brushing against my hip. "H gets you all to herself, while we’re left to starve."
"We decided it’s our turn," Salm said, her tall, elegant frame casting a long shadow over me as she stepped close. Her hand reached down, her long fingers instantly wrapping around the thick outline beneath my sweatpants. She gasped, her green eyes widening. "Look at him. He’s already ready for us."
"Let's see if he can handle all of us," Anil muttered, her brown eyes dark with lust as she dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. Her soft, heavy hands tugged my sweatpants down to my knees.
My breath caught in my throat as her warm mouth instantly enveloped me. The sudden, intense sensation made my head spin. Above me, Mal and Mus began kissing each other deeply, their tongues sliding together as they rubbed their bodies against mine, sandwiching me between them.
"Take him to the living room," Farz ordered, her voice thick with desire. "I want him on the floor. Now."
We moved in a chaotic, tangled mass into the spacious living room. I was pushed onto the thick rug, completely naked now. The eight women descended upon me like a pack of hungry wolves, their hands, mouths, and bodies covering every inch of my skin.
Alish and AlishB, looking like twin goddesses of sin, straddled my chest, their small, tight bodies rubbing together as they took turns pressing their wet, dripping centers against my face. The scent of their arousal was intoxicating. I licked them greedily, my hands gripping their skinny hips as they cried out, their bodies shaking with sudden, violent tremors.
Above them, Farz and Anil were already engaging with each other, their heavy, BBW bodies shifting and groaning as they used their fingers on one another, spitting onto their hands to keep the friction slick and wet.
"Spit on it," Farz growled at Salm, who was hovering over my throbbing length. "Make it dirty for him."
Salm didn't hesitate. She gathered a thick pool of saliva in her mouth and let it drop directly onto my shaft, her eyes locked onto mine with an expression of pure, unadulterated dominance. She slowly lowered herself onto me, her tight warmth tight around me, causing a low, primal groan to escape my throat.
"Yes, baji, take him!" Hu screamed, her skinny body writhing on my chest as Alish used her fingers to make her squirt, the warm fluid splashing across my collarbone.
Hours dissolved into a wild, sweaty blur of shifting positions, dirty talk, and raw, unrestrained passion. Every single woman took her turn, driving me to the absolute brink before pulling back to let another take over. They kissed each other, shared my taste, and swore loudly in Mirpuri, the dirty words acting as fuel to the fire.
Just as I felt myself reaching the absolute limit, ready to release everything, a sharp, distinct sound cut through the chorus of moans and panting.
A heavy metallic click echoed through the hallway. The front door handle began to slowly turn.