Sex Stories Indian Novels & Stories

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

I cried out, back arching. Ahmed joined on my right breast, his teeth grazing the clamp until I sobbed. Two mouths, two tongues, four hands roaming but never lower than my waist. My pulse hit 140, and the clamps buzzed harder. “Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please touch my pussy.” Ahmed pulled back, eyes glittering. “Earn it. Suck Li’s cock like it’s your last meal.” Li stood, unzipped. His cock was long, slender, the head flushed dark. I took him deep, gagging when he hit my throat. Ahmed watched from the mirror feed, stroking himself.

Her breasts bounced on the kitchen counter each time the man gave her a hard thrust. Xavier arched his back as his head fell backwards, hands moving up and down his long cock. “Ohh fuckk.” He groaned. I stood there transfixed. He looked so hot and the sight of it made me even wetter. I imagined him pumping into me while I screamed his name or be the one sitting on the top of his long cock and stare at his handsome features while he pleasures me. “Fuck..Argh…Aurora yess baby.” He let out a deep growl as he increased his pace, eyes tightly shut and mouth slightly agape, he groaned again. “Aurora…I’m cumming!”

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

the vampire king said before he thrust into me once more. --- That night, I lost count of how many times we did it. Unlike the first time I had sex with each of the kings, that night I seemed like a changed person. My arse didn't hurt as much, and what was more, I was still eager for more. Who knew, the kings might have turned me into an insatiable slut. "Wake up, it's time to leave," Fin whispered. "Fyre found a stream not too far from here." I yawned.

Yet, they found themselves standing in the same place they had stood fifteen years ago. "How did you develop a liking for tea?" Dabir took a sip of his tea, raising the question that had been bothering Iman. "When I was posted in Kashmir, my batch mates would drink alcohol to beat the cold, and I started having tea..." He offered a partial truth. "And how did you end up in the medical field, Dr. Iman?" "Rehaan," Iman mentioned her late husband's name, causing a sudden freeze in the air as she remembered him.

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

her pussy, they both moaned when he slid all the way through, it felt so good that he had to wait a moment before moving. They moved together, rehka matching his thrust by lifting her hips, he angled her legs to be on his shoulder making his dick go deeper, Rekha loved how intense the sex was, seeing the fire in Rohit’s eyes was enough to send her over the edge again, he drilled into her thrust after thrust not giving her time to catch her breath, he got tired of missionary and decided to switch them both so Rekha is riding him instead, she placed her hand on his throat, throwing her head back and moving slowly at first to get used to his size within minutes she was riding him like a horse,