Erotic Desi Stories Novels & Stories

Desi’s cock was jutting out and looked much longer and fatter than my meager offering. “Come on Kitty babe,” Desi shook her leg, “You don’t think that I’m finished with you yet, do you?” Sandra’s eyes flickered open, and she smiled and then sexily smeared her love juice onto her nipples. “Good!” She slurred, “I’ve got my second wind now.” “Get out of the way,” Desi grunted as he pushed me to one side, “This needs warming up!” As he waved his big dick in front of my wife’s face.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction. And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we noshed on sushi at a downtown restaurant, Meredith caught the eye of a swarthy Arab businessman. Or maybe he caught her eye. Knowing Meredith, it was usually a combination of both. Her current beau was apparently a Qatari something-or-other muckety muck, and Meredith had latched onto his good looks along with his swagger and hoped-for ability to shower her with totally impractical expensive gifts. "I'm so jealous of you," I whined, as Meredith finished luridly describing the loud and acro

"Anyway, I smell like stress and cheap coffee. I am going to take a shower and wash the statistics out of my brain." She entered into the bathroom and soon enough, I could hear the shower started running. It felt like I could finally breathe when she was out of the room. I opened my laptop again and stared at the the username “Architect_D” ‘I am a strict, experienced dominant.’ his profile stated. ‘I value structure, clear boundaries, and absolute obedience. If you are looking for games, look elsewhere. If you are looking to surrender control to someone who will take care of your body and mind, message me.’

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

I lied, arching into his touch as he touched my nipple through my bra. “Liar,” he chuckled, pinching lightly. “Your body’s saying yes.” The thrill of exposure made my pulse thunder. Anyone could hike by and see us like this. It terrified me, but fuck, it turned me on. “Derek… what if someone sees?” “Let them,” he growled, kissing my neck, sucking hard enough to mark. “I want you too bad to care.” I moaned, my hands roaming his back. “This is insane.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.