India Erotica Novels & Stories

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee

Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire. She was his. The thought sent a shiver of pure, undiluted lust through her. She was no longer just Ishita, the small-town girl trying to make it in Mumbai. She was Vikram Rathore's dirty little secret. His pet. She got dressed, her hands trembling slightly. What does one wear to be owned? She chose a simple cotton saree, a pale yellow one. But then she remembered his rules. Or rather, the rule he had hinted at. She took a deep breath and, with a sense of nervous excitement, she reached into her drawer and pulled out her most daring lingerie. A black, sheer bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples, and a ma

She truly did enjoy the way he handled her but it wasn’t enough to give her an orgasm except if she added a vibrator. Reed watched proudly as Light pulled out and slammed inside into Lexi’s wet pussy. “Ah!” She moaned loudly, her hips swirling as if begging for more. This moment made him admit that Light was truly the freakiest among them all. Within a few minutes with sex demons, he was already balls deep inside one of them. Reed felt his cock growing harder the more he watched the erotic live p**n. He smoothly slid his hand into Red's leather pants and then slipped his fingers under her thong.

I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor. I pushed my shorts down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I was already leaking precum. The woman in the video had big soft tits and a juicy ass. I stroked myself slowly at first, squeezing the base, imagining it was Gwen’s pussy instead. “Fuck…” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

"You haven't had a wax or a facial since before you were pregnant with Pennayyy. Yes, right there. Don't stop, you little fucker. Lick it. Lick it good. Suck this pussy just like you should." Addy ran The Hedonism Spa, the best private spot for miles. Clearly, she practiced what she preached. "Should I call back when you're finished?" I asked flatly. "No... no... I'm almost close," she gasped. I heard a muffled grunt from a man. "Oh, Baljitttttt. More tongue, yes." A few seconds of frantic groaning followed before a man's voice came through, thick with an Indian accent and heavy satisfaction. "Hmmm, my little munchkin, you had a large one, heh."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

He'd tied her wrists to the posts and teased her for hours , fingers, tongue, his cock sliding against her without entering until she was begging in broken whispers. One stormy afternoon the rain came down sideways. Darius bent her over the big wooden table inside, rain hammering the roof, and fucked her so hard the table scraped across the floor. He spanked her ass red between thrusts, calling her his pretty little captive, his filthy prize. Leila came screaming, then cried after from the intensity of it all. He held her through it, surprisingly tender, stroking her hair and murmuring things in his native tongue she didn’t understand.

He couldn't resist running his fingers over her folds, feeling her wetness and arousal. Isabella arched her back, her fingers tangling in Mahesh's hair as he reached her core. Her breath hitched as Mahesh's fingers found their mark, skillfully exploring the depths of her desire. The cameras zoomed in, immortalising the glistening evidence of her arousal and capturing the way her body quivered with anticipation.