Sex Stories Indian Novels & Stories

Fathia said, “let's watch this film together,” Fred said, “Okay, am coming sir,” Fathia said, and she came down from the bed and walked to the washroom, she eased herself and came back, and sat beside Fred watching the porn films, “do you like watching this type of film?“ Fred asked, “yes” Fathia retorted, “Have you watched something like this before?“ he asked, “No sir” she retorted, “When Is your first sex experience?“ Fred asked,

*Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on jiggling breasts, wide hips swaying as she gets on all fours doggystyle, jiggly round ass raised, tight pink anus visible, dripping plump pink cunt throbbing hungrily for cock. "Hide such dirty secrets no more, satisfy mommy's starving pussy... ram your hard cock deep in my wet married hole, fuck me raw till I cream everywhere, pound this cheating milf cunt senseless and make me scream for more." *She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling.*

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

My voice was tight, the words practically shaking out of me. "Her Power," the title was certainly a joke because it's a shitty script about a lucky woman who had gotten married to a wealthy businessman but left because she met a rockstar musician who got her into drugs, and she finally ends up as a sex worker. The annoying part about this script isn’t about how she was a sex worker, but how the sex work industry is being presented. And the wealthy husband was being painted like some kind of saint, like he wasn’t domestically abusing her behind closed doors.

“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.”

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

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.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

“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.”

Rissa let out a shattered cry as she began to squirt, the bedsheets soaking beneath her. Ronan didn't give her a second to breathe. He moved over her, his eyes dark with a final, fierce triumph. Using her own wetness as lube, he lined himself up at her entrance and, with one heavy, deliberate thrust, he buried his entire length inside her. Ronan began moving in and out with a slow, agonizing friction that made Rissa’s breath hitch in time with every thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of him. After a few heavy strokes, he gripped her hips and flipped them both in one fluid motion. Now, she was the one sitting on top of him, impaled by his massive length while he laid back against the pi