Erotic Stories Indian Novels & Stories

“Sorry doesn't cut it, girl. This is grounds for immediate termination. Public indecency on company property? You're lucky I didn't call the cops.” Tears pricked my eyes as I crawled closer, grabbing the edge of his desk. “Anything, sir. I'll do anything to keep my job. Please, just give me a chance.” His expression shifted, there was a predatory gleam in his eyes. He stood up slowly, towering over me, and unbuckled his belt with deliberate clicks. The zipper rasped down, and he yanked his pants open, pulling out his huge cock…thick and veined, already half-hard and swinging heavy between his legs. It bobbed inches from my face, the musky scent hitting me like a wave.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

Anindira happily returned Gavriel's kiss. Anindira is quite knowledgeable about sex, based on her knowledge from reading her grandmother's obstetrics book as well as her mother's medical book. Anindira also has enough experience with three men. Replying to Gavriel's kiss was easy for her. The two of them dissolved into passionate kisses that increased body temperature in the cold weather with heavy rain.

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

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.

The man moved his fingers fast, slamming them into my wet heat, then he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over it. "Fuck, make some room for me," the other lady said as she dropped to her knees in front of us. Inching closer, she latched onto my swollen clit, licking at it like it was the best thing she'd ever had. My body shuddered slightly and I could feel my climax approaching. Right on cue, the man increased his pace, slamming his fingers into my wet cunt and rubbing my spot over and over again while the lady sucking on my clit held my legs further apart for him to finger me harder. She licked and sucked on my clit harder.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

And all because he couldn't tell her no when she told him to, “Please, please, be my partner for my next couple of pictures. I've always loved the idea of an erotic-themed photo.” But it baffled him that handling just her breasts could have elicited such response from him. He had had women thrown themselves at him - literally- and he'd been able to leave like nothing had happened. Jaz, Jaz, Jaz, She was saying beside him, “And I know you have some kinks - Fola told me- but I don't want any of that. I just want to be made love to.” She was talking in that rushy way that said she was ready to be rejected.

And India just couldn't seem to resist him; he was the only one she could see having a house full of babies with, and he is the best lover ever. India moved her hands up his body, and when she reached his firm chest. She snaked up his body, kissing him as she looked into his eyes, her hands roamed downward. "Baby, are you covering my gold mine?" India asked just above a whisper. "Take them off and find out," Denver said seductively. "I can't get enough of you, Denver." They made love until they both fell asleep. Waking up a few hours late,r Denver got out of bed. India says, "Where are you, ou Den?"