Indian Erotic Story Romane & Geschichten

-No, please don't ask me to be your lover. -No, no way, this is just a meeting between friends, a couple of friends who love and understand each other, that's all, Tere. -Well, you've taken a weight off my shoulders. -And you, Tere, what have you done with your life, are you happy? -Yes, I am very happy, I married a wonderful man who loves and understands me, I have three children, they are all three men, but they are my adoration and I am theirs.

He slowly thrust into my hole, not as fast as before. This time, he seemed to want to savour it. I glanced down and watched as his shaft slid in and out of my hole. It was erotic to watch the movement. The sight of my arse opening to accommodate him aroused me. "Have you seen what you have made me?" He whispered into my ear. "You have made a beast out of me. I'm insatiable for your body." He wrapped his free hand around my shaft and pumped it so fast, it didn't take long for me to orgasm for the twentieth time.

“You’re too fucking sexy to be here alone. Come with me.” I follow him without hesitation, my heart racing. The restroom door locks behind us. The second it clicks, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hungrily. His tongue dominates mine as his hands roam my body — squeezing my full tits through the thin dress, pinching my hard nipples until I moan into his mouth. He drops to his knees right there on the dirty floor, yanking my thong aside. “Such a pretty little Indian pussy,” he growls, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “Already dripping for a stranger.”

it met with my womb. Then he pulled it back out. “Shall I do that again?” “Yes, please Father,” I begged. I spread my legs even wider, pushing toward him, wanting him to fuck me with the candle. And he did. Slowly at first. All the way in and all the way out. Slowly he picked up speed thrusting the taper in and out of me. “Rub yourself until you climax on the candle,” he ordered. I reached down between my legs, finding my swollen clit and rubbing intently. I tried to hold off coming as long as I could, but after a few minutes I couldn’t stand it. It felt so good. I felt it from deep inside me. I knew I was going to squirt and come all over the candle and his hand. I didn’t hold back. I work

But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled, slow and wicked. "First, I want you to touch yourself.” I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wide. My skirt was still hanging up around my waist, my pussy exposed. I looked directly into the lens as I slid two fingers through my pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and my own wetness, then brought them to my mouth, tasting it

His fingers slipped under the slit of my gown and teased my swollen clit while people laughed and chatted only a few feet away. Anyone could turn their head and see us. The thoughts should have horrified me, so why was I getting wetter? I buried my face in his chest, biting down on his jacket to stay quiet as the vibrations and his skilled fingers pushed me right to the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered and turned it off. He did it two more times; in a dimly lit hallway and once while we were dancing. Each time I got closer and wetter. My nipples were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs.

My thighs were already shaking and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I vowed to myself that this was the last time I would let them touch me inappropriately. Having an affair with my stepbrothers was like breaking an unspoken house rule and my mom would be so disappointed. “Arrrggghhh…” Fuck, Maxwell just added a third finger and my virgin pussy hasn’t adjusted yet. The pain from my pussy and the pleasure from my nipple sent me to great heights. I was shivering uncontrollably when they suddenly stopped. The empty feeling made me whimper and I looked at them in confusion.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

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.

- Later, over breakfast she explained things a little about the second time. She had caught a news item once, an old shipwreck was discovered and it triggered her into making her sole adventure in writing an erotic story, taking parts of the old trashy pulp story she read and punching it up with more erotic content. At first it was just the title, "Lady McGrady's Adventures In The Indies," about a lady who is taken by pirates off her small boat.