Sex Stories Indian Novels & Stories

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

she began, her voice low and seductive, "there's so much more to share. Like the time he brushed his dick all over my breasts." Rachna leaned in even closer, her heart racing with excitement. Rubi chuckled softly, her gaze intense, as she continued to recount their passionate encounters. "I pressed his dick in between my breasts, and we both enjoyed it immensely," she whispered, her voice filled with curiosity and arousal. "But that was just the beginning, my dear. There's a whole world of pleasure waiting to be explored."

‘You’re so good at that,’ she’d pant, and I’d glance up to see my girlfriend looking down at me, her big brown eyes half-shut with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pleasantly. ‘I love to make you feel good, baby,’ I’d murmur into her pussy. Fucking her harder with my fingers. Some nights, we’d get out the vibrators and strap-ons, but not tonight—tonight, I wanted to go bananas on my hot, submissive, Indian lover all on my own steam. Kali wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I was hers. Before me, she had only dated men. We had met at the party of a mutual college friend, got drunk, and ended up kissing ... and that was history.

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up. Every moan they shared, every kiss and touch that occurred made my body tremble. I hate p**n, but now I’m watching it live. “Oh shit!” the woman moaned as Max slid his finger into her pussy. His movements were so fast and right, touching every sensitive spot perfectly. Without realizing it, I brought my own finger to touch my pussy. My eyes occasionally closed as I felt the pleasurable sensation from my touch. Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine.

But then the feeling slipped away like I was holding water with open fingers. I growled, frustrated, and reached for the rabbit. Then the glass. Then everything. I came close. So close I wanted to cry. But still, nothing. No orgasm. No release. Just an ache that wouldn’t quit and a hunger I couldn’t feed. I was a married woman. Picture-perfect. Celeste, local boutique owner, clean reputation, diamond on my left hand but I have never had an orgasm. Not once, not from my fingers, not from toys, not even during sex.

“Oh god… yes…” The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched tight around my fingers. My legs shook. Wetness soaked the sheets. I lay there breathing fast. Tears filled my eyes. “What am I doing?” I whispered. “She is my sister.” I closed my eyes. Sleep came fast. In the dream, the door opened softly. Xavier walked in. “I could not wait any longer,” he said. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then he took off his pants. His cock was hard.

Tyler pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock glistening with our mixed juices. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from my freshly fucked pussy and ran down my inner thigh. I was still trembling on the bed, my black dress bunched around my waist, breasts heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The room was dimly lit and already smelled like sex. A few other couples were making out or fucking on the large sectional couch and the other bed in the corner, but most eyes were on us now.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”