Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

They were in the conference room. 

She did her stark naked catwalk a few times as Ramesh watched, swinging her hips from side to side, giving it a little extra oomph, and oozing smoldering sexiness. She was more naked than naked with the shaved cunt. The strip of hair gave her the look of maturity, but also a clean look. Not like a completely bald cunt like a child’s. 


Her tits were swinging freely with her motions and her nipples stuck out from them like pumpkin stalks, Ramesh thought, his similes and metaphors always connected to the village and farming. 

Then she took a chair and sat down facing him.

Ramesh only made a request once. He never repeated himself. It was up to her to fulfill his request or not. So far, she had fulfilled every request. Now it was time for her to fulfill the next one.

They looked at each other in a moment of pregnant silence. Her eyes were playful, his questioning, anticipating. 

When he thought he could bear it no longer, she spoke.

“It’s in the second drawer on the left,” she said, and batted her eyes. “Go, get it. Also, get my phone.”

Ramesh immediately understood what she was referring to. 

He turned and left. Back to her office alone. The journey felt long; her office was across the way and he had to pass the whole forest of cubicles in between. It feel strange to be walking to her office without her although he had no concerns leaving her stark naked and alone in the huge conference room. 

He felt giddy with excitement as he opened the second drawer. 

There it was! The gulabi thing he had wondered about for so long. It was curved and looked like banana but skinny in the middle. It was soft and pliant and flexible. There were a couple of knob like things, perhaps buttons, on the narrow end of the device. There looked like a charging port like he had on his phone. The device was probably battery operated. He didn’t know what one might do with it, but he had a vague idea. 

He looked through the other things in the drawer, just out of curiosity. What kind of things could Swati madam hide away in a locked drawer in her office? 

There are a couple of penis shaped things he could easily recognize. They came complete with fake testicles. And then there are a few others that look more like flashlights, and one with a large mobile knob on the end. There is a yellow rubber ball, smaller than a cricket ball, but attached with straps that he cannot fathom a use for. 

No matter, she will show him. All in good time.

For now, it was the pink device he was interested in. He shouldn’t tarry anymore. He needed to return to her. She was going to show him what it was and how it worked.

He returned to the conference room with both the pink device and the phone. 

She was still sitting there on a chair, like she was at a board meeting, completely unselfconscious that she was stark naked. 

He marveled at that. The self composure she had. 

He stood a moment, and openly ogled her tits, and the rest of her naked body. He could see the beginning of the pubic strip of hair that, at its lower end was with an arrow at its lower end. The arrow was hidden between her closed thighs, but she would separate them if he asked. And he knew she wouldn’t mind. It was as if her bounty was there to be shared with him, and for that he was grateful. 

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling, and took the phone in her hand. She indicated he  should hold on to the gulabi thing, so he did. What was it? A massager of some kind? Would she put it on her cunt and…would that do something? He wasn’t certain.

Swati madam opened her phone and did something on it, and the fat end of the device started buzzing in his hand, like his phone when he put it on silent, but stronger. He almost dropped it from the shock of it coming to life. She did something on the phone and the buzzing grew more powerful, and his hand could hardly contain it. There was a low buzzing sound from the device.

She touched the screen of her phone and the buzzing slowed down and then stopped. 

She looked him in the eye, her eyebrows raised, and said, “Understand?”

He nodded, then shook his head, no. He both understood and didn’t. It was a massager, and he had figured out it was to be placed on her cunt and the vibrations would give her pleasure. Right? He wasn’t sure.

She shook her head and held out her hand for the device. She took it and handed him the phone. 

There was an app open on the screen with a simple on/off button, and three sliders. He could read them—it would take a while, and it wouldn’t necessarily make sense, but that didn’t matter. 

She would show him if necessary. His hands shook a little with excitement.