Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Prakash’s phone starts to vibrate. It is such a strong vibration that it almost leaps out of his shirt pocket. Distracted, he takes his eyes off Swati and grabs the phone. This time, despite the eye roll, he answers. 


“Haanji!”

It is Inder, calling from the chawl. Over the speaker, he sounds impatient, angry even. Prakash is aware that the fat man has some evidence on him, but he has thought about it, and there is really no way he can get Prakash into trouble without implicating himself, and so he isn’t as scared of the guy as he used to be. 

Besides, he had video of the fat man playing with Swati’s nude body, eating chocolate from her cunt and even fucking her. So, yeah, the fat man can shove his anger where the sun don’t shine, he thinks.

“We are on our way,” he says. “Just fifteen minutes or so.” Then he drops his voice, looks about as though about to impart a great secret, and says, “Bitch was giving us some trouble. But it’s all sorted now.”

He hangs up, and snaps his fingers at Swati. One finger points at her towel, then at the ground. The meaning cannot be clearer. 

Swati sighs, undoes the knot at her chest, and slowly the towel slides off. Nawaz gasps and Prakash looks at him and grins. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”
Swati stands uncomfortably, one hand trying to cover her breasts, the other her pussy. Prakash snaps his fingers again and her arms drop to her sides. 

Nawaz is practically salivating as he takes in her nudity. He takes a slow walk around her, admiring the scenery. 

Swati hangs her head and looks at the floor. 

Time to show the bitch who’s boss, Prakash thinks. 

He snaps his fingers again, and Swati obediently sinks to her knees and spreads her knees. Her pussy is clearly visible, and the arrow of trimmed pubic hair is clearly visible. The bitch must’ve shaved recently, perhaps she had just finished doing it when he had rung the doorbell.

A sigh escapes Prakash as he thinks about how lucky he is. Now he has the problem of taking her back to his chawl, shooting the video for Nakul Bhai and then the possibility of hitting a big payday also in the offing. So many things to worry about, but, on balance he decides, good problems to have. 

For now, he has to deal with the bitch, and the other whiny bitch, Inder who is waiting at the chawl in Bhim colony. 

He looks at the scene in front of him: Swati in position, naked and on her knees. He only has to give the command, and she will do anything for him. 

Including sucking Nawaz’s cock, if he only tells her to. He decides to order her to do just that. It would be very nice if the maid walked in when Swati was sucking his friend. He had not realized that Nawaz’ Paro was also Swati’s maid, so this was perfect. All things in the universe coming together at just the right time. 

Nawaz is standing now, clearly unable to believe how docile the madam is being. 

Prakash can see the bulge in Nawaz’s pants. What to do?

He makes a decision. He will give Nawaz a taste of things to come while simultaneously humiliating Swati in front of her maid and then take all of them to the chawl. 

There, he will maybe invite the guy that lives downstairs, Mahender, and let him handle the video part, giving him a chance at free high-class pussy as a reward. After all, the man works as in a movie studio, so he can be the director. Never mind he was only what they called a class four employee, probably a guard or gofer of some sort, but what the hell. But then, Inder is also going to be there, and he is an accomplished video geek. Hmm, decisions, decisions. 

There is another decision to be made—what will he have Swati wear during the trip. He goes over the possibilities—usual office wear, slutty western clothes, or maybe, and this is exciting, just the towel? He has time to decide. 

“Okay Nawaz, my friend, you are going to be treated to the best blowjob of your young life. Bitch! Get to it. As quick as you please. And that means now!” 

He raises his voice at the last part and Swati scoots over on her knees as though she has been expecting this command.