Indian Tailor Stories

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The Tailor

by Cockhole on Sep 25, 2017
Interracial Love

A special thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his editing and exceptional creative input. The Tailor is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. If this content is not to your liking, please find a story more suitable to your tastes. ***** "Hi, I need to get a brides...

Indian Couple Swap Ch. 01

by rajkum2013 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Introduction: Hello friends, I would like to share a swinger couple or in other words spouse swap story. This story is fictitious and does not bear any resemblance to any person living. All characters in this story are imaginary. Ok let me get into the story now. This story is about a couple named Rahul and Kasturi who are from Tamilnadu and got settled in...

Indian Sex Club Ch. 01 Pt. 01

by asiansexfight on Sep 24, 2019
Group Sex

The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club Chp 1 Meet the Ladies Part 1 ***** A week after Anupama pulled at a train of 14 Indian tertiary students taking some of them 4 times, she greets the boys' female relatives. This is part 1 of a 2 part story of the night and is a slower and less exciting as it sets the background necessary for the many stories that...

Indian Sex Club Ch. 14

by asiansexfight on Sep 14, 2020
Interracial Love

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. I lay back on the bed and thought of the happenings of the past few weeks while the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club premises cl...

Indian Wife Blossoms Again

by rupanita on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

"Ani, love!" Shekhar called as he returned from the office. " A surprise and a strange co-incidence. Guess what? " "What is it, darling? " I asked giving him a peck on the cheek. We had been married for four years and had a wonderful marriage. Though there was a bit of cheating involved, on my part of course( I naturally didn't know about Shekhar), it had o...

Indian Wife & Construction Guys Ch. 05

by aurelius1982 on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Unlike Sajid, I had no compunctions in stripping my wife completely naked. Within seconds I was inside her, fucking her warm cunt. I got the feeling that her cunt was a bit looser than usual, but I put it down to my imagining things. No matter how big Sajid's dick was, it could not stretch her so much in a matter of days, could it? And even if it had, it mad...

Indian Girl Has Her Tears Wiped

by rupanita on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Anu had her eyes fixed on the timer. As soon as the mandatory ten minutes on the treadmill were over, she got off the machine and made her way towards the shower room. There was nobody in there though Anu couldn't care less. The chances of a man being there were negligible and with a female, well what was there to hide? She stripped and quickly turned on the...

Gargi Ch. 03

by indian_exec2000 on Mar 16, 2020
Erotic Couplings

I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit...

Inside Indian Secret Gardens! Ch. 05

by jay_kumar on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Little Recap While less spoken Pawan Malhotra was always keeping eyes over Sarla, from months I was in a state of having continuous erection for Rekha. We all knew there were fires in us. In the movie hall lit by silver screen, desperate Pawan at last pulled Sarla from my arms while Rekha slipped on the seat emptied by Sarla.... It seemed dreams could...

The Indian Prince Ch. 05

by sr71plt on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

"I don't know what the hell happened, but they're gone." "Who's gone," I asked. I had just arrived at Roger Allard's office in the consulate and he'd pulled me into the station's "Bubble"—the purpose-built room the innards of which sat on a floating platform and which was safe from electronic surveillance. Colonel Agar had turned out to be a genius at sche...