Indian Erotic Novels & Stories

One of his fingers grazed my clit, and I flinched, too overwhelmed by the pleasure that shot through my core. “So jumpy. ” His voice was deep and hoarse, and I could practically see the smile on his lips. For a second I wondered what they tasted like, what he tasted like.His fingers veered even lower and then parted my inner lips, spreading me open for his gaze. “What a pretty puffed pussy. ”His dirty words were doing something to me because I was trembling once again. I knew that I had no control over what was happening and that made me even more thrilled.

It was something different feeling while undressing her when she is in particular Indian wearing style. She was looking sexy in the red saree. I tried to control my seduction but my strength gave up in front of her seductive look which only increases my desire. Playing with her nipples, I left a mark of biting, she screeched a little and moaned in pleasure. I spread her legs and sat my tip at her entrance as I can't wait long to get her. I thrust deeper than the previous making out session. "I'm going on harsh this time," I asserted as she screamed due to a sudden thrust. She nodded seductively and I started pumping in and out. The entire room was filled with her moaning and screaming.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

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.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

"Her cunt is dripping and ready to be used by anyone I choose." He starts by pushing three thick fingers into my soaked pussy, pumping them hard and fast while a woman from the crowd kneels and sucks hungrily on my hard nipples. The sensations make me moan loudly, my body already trembling. Darius brings a powerful vibrating wand to my swollen clit and turns it on high. The intense buzzing sends me over the edge within minutes. I come hard squirting down my thighs while the crowd watches with hungry eyes. Darius unties me and pushes me onto the bed.

, Mohini said in a low enchanting voice as she caressed the length of her silk clad leg from her slim ankle to her luscious thigh, the pose exposing off her gorgeously taut buttocks highlighted by wisps of red silk and lace lingerie. Lucifer's mouth went dry. His heart palpitated as his throat bobbled up and down fastly as he inhaled the coming strong perfume mixed with her rose scent from her body. Aarya's eyes trailed down, following Mohini's hands as she continued to control his desire, his breath catching as she brought her hands back up, showing a little of her behind. Mohini picked it up her phone and played soft instrumental tune of erotic music. An evil, roguish smile danced on her l

‘You’re so good at that,’ she’d pant, and I’d glance up to see my girlfriend looking down at me, her big brown eyes half-shut with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pleasantly. ‘I love to make you feel good, baby,’ I’d murmur into her pussy. Fucking her harder with my fingers. Some nights, we’d get out the vibrators and strap-ons, but not tonight—tonight, I wanted to go bananas on my hot, submissive, Indian lover all on my own steam. Kali wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I was hers. Before me, she had only dated men. We had met at the party of a mutual college friend, got drunk, and ended up kissing ... and that was history.