Indian Errotic Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

My body was shivering and trembling as I felt a foreign feeling building up in my stomach. Is that the legendary cum? My body was shaking and trembling nonstop. The only sounds that could be heard were the slurpy sounds that came from Maxwell’s tongue against my wetness and Ethan’s mouth against my nipple. My thighs trembled harder than ever and I could feel my stomach tighten, like I had to release something. “Uhmm…ahhh….I think…ahhh…cumminggggg..” I cried out. “You are not allowed to. We are not done yet.”

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

My life felt biter at this moment. “When Indiyah and I were having problems… you remember?” Ace asked. I definitely did. Ace and his cuckoo wife were fighting nonstop. Truth be told, I had no idea how they made it this far. Indiyah was batshit crazy. I mean, crazy as in she once set fire to his car.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure I was stuffed from both holes, and they hadn’t even used their cocks yet. They started fucking me in sync. Their tentacles dragged against every sensitive spot I had. I was moaning nonstop now throwing my head back against the second Veyari's shoulder. "Good girl," the first one praised. He leaned in and dragged his tongue across my throat,. The other Veyari followed,His tongue latched onto one nipple and started sucking hard I came without warning. My whole body seized in pleasure as I screamed, thighs shaking. Then my juices squirted messily around the tentacles

“Please don’t stop! I was so close!” “Chat says edge you more,” I told her, reading the votes. “Hold it. Be a good girl.” She rode me harder, trying to chase it. Her moans filled the room. Loud and broken. “I’m your good girl… please… I need to cum so bad.” Viewer count hit twenty thousand. Tips kept adding up. Super Tipper sent $500 with the message: “Make her squirt again. Then creampie her deep.” I sat up, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and thrust up hard. One hand on her throat, the other rubbing her clit fast. “Cum now, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

He palmed one roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until I cried out into his mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin just below my ear, no doubt leaving dark hickeys that would mark me as his for days. “Tell me more,” he demanded, voice husky against my throat. “Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.”

Breathlessly and so dangerously close to orgasming, I told the priest that I had sinned with multiple men, and when he asked how, I gave him a full, vivid detailed description of how I’d two men old enough to be my father to double team me. “They had both their cocks in my pussy, fucking and pounding their seeds into me at the same time,” the more I relived that moment, the more I wanted it to happen all over again, and I wanted to orgasm. “I let them use every hole in my body. I let them fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I let them spread my ass and cum inside my hole, and then I let them use my mouth. Oh, father….” I moaned. “And, their wives were present.” I continued after a pau

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.