Novel & Cerita Sensual Indian Stories

Ara woke with her body aching with lust. Her nipples were still tight, and her pussy felt swollen and needy. The memory of Damon pinning her against the wall, his hard cock pressing against her ass while his hand rubbed her jeans, made her groan and squeeze her legs together. What the hell have I done? she thought. She had sold herself to a billionaire for one month. Her body for his “inspiration.” And a part of her was already throbbing with anticipation.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

"You know how you said you and Indiyah went to therapy? Did she ever ask for stuff that was completely out of your comfort zone? Like, crazy sexual stuff?" Ace stopped drinking and let out a loud laugh. I just sat there waiting for him to stop laughing. Maybe asking Ace about this is a bad idea. "Oh, man. You have no idea. Indiyah tried to drag me into the whole BDSM world a couple of years ago. She bought handcuffs, whips. EVERYTHING. She wanted me to be this aggressive, dominant master character." My ears perked up. "And? What did you do?"

A emerald green backless dress that showed the curve of her spine. Every time she came out, Alexander would pull her close, whisper filthy things in her ear, and run his hands over her body while the saleswoman pretended not to notice. “You look like pure sin in that one,” he growled when she wore a tiny white dress with a slit almost up to her hip. “I want to bend you over right here.” Meera was dripping by the fifth dress. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric, and her thighs pressed together desperately. “I need to use the restroom,” she whispered, voice shaky.

He ate her out like a starving man, his tongue lapping furiously at her swollen clit, delving into her folds as she ground down on him, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles. Juice smeared across his chin, and she threw her head back, gasping, but she wasn't idle. Her mouth was wrapped around another man's cock, sucking him off with sloppy enthusiasm, and she bobbed her head, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, hollowing her cheeks as she hummed around his length. That man, lean and toned, had his fingers buried in a third woman's asshole, twisting and pumping as she rode a thick strap-on dildo wielded by the fourth participant—an athletic woman with short h

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

Except the surprise gets hijacked. Wrong hands claim her first, their thick dicks stretching her innocent little hole wide, pumping her full of hot cum again and again. She screams she hates it… while her body betrays her, clenching and gushing, wave after filthy wave of shattering orgasms ripping through her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess who can’t stop cumming. Will her marriage still hold? _______ Cheyenne I couldn’t stop giggling as Jessica and I slipped through the back gate of Duke’s house.

One touch and my cock already flinched. “Fuck…” I groaned. Her hands and fingers are soft like cotton. With her eyes burning with so much lust and in combination of innocence, I fired up even more. “I’m a better sucker than your wife. Even than your boyfriend, Mr. President.” She then swallow me wholly and widely that I had to stop myself from being shock. “Shit!” Damn! This girl is so fucking good! All I knew was she’s so full of innocence. But the saying is really true. Those who have innocent face are the ones who have better skills in sex and oral.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."