Sex Stories Indian Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.

But Alas! His hands moved up to grab and squeeze her breasts while he pulled her hips against his pelvis and she moaned softly “Samaira Khanna, have you forgotten how angry you were the other night when I had the girls here to entertain me?, you scared and scarred me for life, I can’t even look at any other woman now.. Let alone let her touch,” Samaira was amused, if only one would see the mighty ferocious and most feared Siddharth Kapoor whine at the moment for sex like a boy for his favourite toy!

"Ok da. I will surely avoid these kinds of situations henceforth. I promise. It's not my fault. They just stick to me. Even today, she asked me for a dance. She turned the dance into something else that we end up in a room with." "Put a strong mask on your face, like you do in our office, around these girls. We have thousands of girls working in our office. None of them have that courage to even see you in the eye. You let these models and heroines flirt with you. You are allowing them. Sex is not just fucking, Yadav, It's called love making. These sex partners won’t give you what you should actually feel in making love."

Almost immediately her phone vibrated, it was a message from Derick which read, “Opposite the bar, there is a sex shop with a glory hole. You will go there to suck a dick, and then you will come back to the bar. You have to remove your bra before you step out of the taxi.” As she removed her bra, the taxi driver took a glance at her breasts and licked his lips. This made her nipples hard. She came down and waved goodbye to the taxi driver. She crossed over to the other side of the street; she noticed the glances some men gave due to her breasts, which pointed clearly through her elegant blouse. The sex shop was quite large but looked old and well preserved. The manager approached her immedia

Soft afternoon light spilled through the gap. I stopped just outside and looked in. Richard sat on the edge of his large bed. His shirt was open. His trousers were pushed down to his thighs. His fist was wrapped around a thick hard cock that looked even bigger than I had imagined in every filthy fantasy. He stroked himself in long firm pulls, the head already shiny and dark. The wet sound of his hand moving over the shaft filled the quiet room. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard I almost made a sound.

Arjun needs a girl with whom he would feel emotions of all extremities. Soon I got to know that Anamika and Arjun never had sex. With her behavior and antics with me, I figured out that she might be a lesbian. I started talking more about lesbians to her, I made her feel guilty that lesbians are not supposed to marry a man and spoil his life. I spoke more about Nilesh and how he could not live without sex when I was pregnant, obviously I over exaggerated the details. I could literally see her face pale out every time we spoke.

“I don’t know, India. I just don’t know what to do. All I’ve ever done is kissed, and only him.” “You’ve only kissed Maverick? Whew girl, you’re very inexperienced. Have you ever?” she asked, wiggling her fingers. I cringed at the thought. “Gosh, no.” India gave me a deadpanned look. “You’ve never had an orgasm either? Poor you.” “Stop it,” I whined. “This is serious. What do I wear? I’m assuming my days of the week underwear won’t be sexy to him.” India burst out laughing. “Does your mother still buy your underwear, Josie? I haven’t had those since elementary.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” India craved that burst of male heat inside her, not trapped in a condom. She wanted to stand up and see his seed trickling out of her sated and swollen sex. “God, woman, the things you do to me.” After he pulled out, India collapsed on the bed. Vaguely she heard the toilet flush. The rustle of his clothes. Then his yummy scent surrounded her. “Mmm. Can you stay and punish me some more since I tricked you?”

He fucked her with savage, short strokes, one hand stroking Priya’s clit while the other choked his sister lightly, reminding her of the blood they shared. The chamber grew sweltering. Sweat poured off their bound bodies. The scent of sex — sweet pussy, salty sweat, masculine musk, holy Ganges water, blood, incense, and bhang — became overwhelming. Vikram used a leather strap blessed in mockery of Shiva’s trident, cracking it across their asses and bound tits, leaving bright red welts that made them scream and cum even harder, their pussies clenching and squirting with every strike. “Recite the Kama Sutra while I fuck you,” he snarled, pounding Lakshmi mercilessly. “But twist every verse int

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.