Leena has agreed to help in her very special manner Kira's Dalits to dig out a reservoir in order to help restore the water table near Kyrhan's palace. She has enlisted Sue, the new nanny of her babies. While Sue's husband takes care of the babies, his wife took a truck with about fifteen Dalits. They fucked her brains out without any real resistance. Now is...
Arranged marriages are still very common in India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka. This is the story of Anaya and Krishna who had agreed to an arranged marriage and who celebrate their honeymoon according to her rules. Anaya was a beautiful young woman prepared to allow destiny to help find her a suitable husband. She had grown up knowing that an arranged marriage...
I She was running her finger around the rim of her apple martini glass, lost in thought. I was two stools to left of her, in a dusky bar, in the middle of the afternoon, somewhere in boondocks near Jacksonville. I was just recently divorced and in shambles. The details are too painful to iterate. A school chum of mine, Ramesh, had invited me to stay with h...
"Private Richa Sharma, you are a poor excuse for a soldier, you don't belong in the Canadian Armed Forces, you belong in one of those ethnic restaurants, go ahead, make my frigging Curry," says Drill Sergeant Jeremy Tremblay, laughing merrily as he looked at the tall, slightly chubby, round-faced young Indian-Canadian woman who stood before him, clad in army...
This is my first story here in literotica, so feel free to comment, support and also enjoy my story. I was not a big fan of reading erotic stories before few months but when I came across literotica, I loved it so much that I decided to submit the stories of me and my wife. ***** My name is Rahul. Am an average looking, muscular Indian man with a very good...
The readers of Good Morning India Ch2 may remember that Kira had met the French Ambassador in New Delhi on her first official outing with Kyrhan to attend the opening of the Franco-Indian week. She was presented to him as Kira Chowdhury, Kyrhan's Indian personal assistant. Her perfect knowledge of the French language (obvious as she was really French) had ma...
After a nice bath, I was about to finish drying myself and get dressed, the mobile rang, and I knew it was Priya. "Are you ready my Lund..?" "Just about to get my Lund dressed, bitch." I loved to respond to her quest for dirty talks with me. "Good. Come to the back gate; get in to the driving seat of Black Van." "Okay, what is the plan?" "Kavita gotta...
The clerk at the gas station smiled at me like he always did when I would go inside to pre-pay. He was kinda cute; I didn't mind. Tonight, though, I was feeling frisky. It had been a long time since I'd had my need-for-cock itch scratched. While the gasoline made its way from the tank in the ground to the tank in my car, I turned to take a glance at the wi...
A continuation of my sexual life after High School and into adult life. True story, so don't make my mistakes. (c)Hellraser 2015 ***** I met Marge on a weekend assignment from my Army Reserve unit. We were 'volunteered' to work at a convalescent home to relieve the staff one weekend a month. Marge was the switchboard operator there. To describe her, it's...
I'm a divorced white guy in my forties, but I had always had a thing about Indian and Pakistani women, or for that matter almost any woman with long dark hair and dark brown eyes. Living in a large city with a large immigrant population meant plenty of opportunity to look at them, some of them fairly westernized and integrated, working in regular jobs, but m...