Desi Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

It was a wonder I spotted her in the crowd. Yet there she stood, dressed in a pair of Jean bum shorts with a net top and a pink bikini top underneath in an airport. The way her shorts gripped her ass instantly gave me a hard-on. Her jet black hair and big blue eyes captivated me almost as much as her barely covered curves. She practically has innocence and inexperience written all over her. Something about the way she could pass for a sexy-as-hell nun combined with those unbelievable tits and perfectly tight ass has my cock so hard it hurts. One look, and I know no man has given her the kind of orgasms she deserves--the kind of treatment she deserves.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

I'm such a greedy slut. My flimsy nightgown is slid off my body entirely and I am completely naked for them. I feel so sexy lying on my back with my legs spread open and my breasts are still wet with spit, sensitive from being sucked on. “Look at her body” Liam says softly, moving downward to kiss my flat stomach. “I could play with her forever and not get bored” Ben says with a smirk on his face and he slaps my thigh, the feel of his palm against my bare skin makes my pussy tighten.

"Bestselling erotic novelist. Using you as inspiration." Shock. "What?" "Real muse. Real feelings." Kissed. Continued ecstasy. "Write our story." Love genuine. Future together beyond pages. Library and passion ours.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

Didi I stepped out of the changing room, the warm sun kissing my skin as I adjusted the straps of my tiny red bikini. The fabric was barely there, hugging my curves like a second skin…my full breasts were straining against the top, the bottoms riding high on my hips to show off my toned ass. It was one of those days where I just wanted to feel sexy, to lounge by the pool and soak up the attention. The community pool was buzzing with the usual summer crowd: kids splashing in the shallow end, families chatting under umbrellas, and a few guys stealing glances my way. I smirked to myself, grabbing my towel and sunscreen before heading to a spot near the edge.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"