Erotica Indian Novels & Stories

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

He does the same on the other leg, slower this time so it dries while he’s still applying it, raising goose bumps in its wake and shooting a nerve tentacle of plea- sure to the peak of my clitoris. The rising carries on its journey and I fill my chest with breath to meet it at the tip of my nipple before it retreats back to my pussy. He’s on to a brush now. He swirls my Japanese sable bamboo onto the wet charcoal block, round and round until it’s good and swollen with moisture. He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man.

Hina's humiliation and rape played before her, as did her screams of pleasure. Vinod switched the larger vibrator on and pushed it into Rita's sloppy hairy cunt. Rita automatically parted her legs a little, to give him easier access. It wasn't as big or thick as his cock, but it was U shaped, and fit nicely on her mons, the bigger head against her g spot, the smaller head on her clit. The vibrator hummed gently as Vinod gently massaged her thick, heavy ass. He wanted her loose. Then, raising his hand in the air, he smacked her ass with his palm, sending ripples across her flesh.

She is wearing a blood red lehenga along with a transparent stole and deep cleavage cut blouse that is in its place because of two knots once they are undone the blouse will come out from her body. She then bent down a bit, giving Anirudh a proper view of her delicate mounds. "If you will not look at me, if you will not touch me then how your slave will survive master? Your slave is hungry, too hungry for you. Your personal slut is dying for you master! My virgin pussy is hungry for your dick! Please give it to me! See my big breasts master. They are waiting for you to touch them. I never had a dick inside my tight cunt I do not know how it feels to have a dick inside my cunt, I want to know

Lightly slapping my hands away, she removed the drawstrings of the pants while I watched her fingers near the bulge. “Did I tell you that you look edible right now?” She purred. She tucked them down, and I took a sharp breath when she peered up at me through her lashes, her chocolate-colored eyes wild with lust, “You don’t know how exotic you look wearing Indian clothes. It was so hard for me not to lock us in a room and suck your cock on my knees.” I removed the kurta and leaning down, I wrapped her hair in my fist and pressed my lips against her, her grin making it hard for us to kiss.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”