Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Swati is acutely aware she is stark naked in front of yet another stranger. 

This is not the first time this has happened, of course, but previously she has always been in a compromising position in the relatively safe zone of her office conference room. And Ramesh had always been there. She is sure he would have protected her if she had only asked. If only she had so much as looked at him with a plea in her eyes. She has never felt the need.


But the demon has possessed her again, and she cannot wait to embark on this new adventure. 

Her cunt is tingling with anticipation, and—this is a strange new feeling, one that has come over her in the last few weeks—her mouth opens as though longing for something to fill the space. Something, anything, but preferably a cock. She has found herself unconsciously opening her mouth and keeping it wide open while working, and once, embarrassingly, during a meeting. It is a strange empty feeling, this longing for something thick and hard to fill her mouth. One time she has fellated the cucumber she brought for lunch and another time looked longingly at a sausage at the supermarket. 

When Swati has undone Nawaz’s fly and extracted his member, she gasps. 

The cock is strangely shaped. Strange doesn’t even start to describe it.

The best she can think of is a miniature toilet plunger. The shaft is relatively narrow, but long, perhaps six or seven inches, and it curves upwards. 

The head of his cock is where the anomaly lies. It is disproportionately large, like a ball on a stick. Swati thinks of a large tomato, or a small apple, and wonders how wide she will have to open her mouth to accommodate this monster. She might actually dislocate her jaw, she thinks, like some snakes routinely do.

Then the thought crosses her mind. His dickhead is shaped very like his actual head! She suppresses a chuckle, but a small smile creeps onto her lips.

“What the fuck you smiling at bitch?” Prakash snaps. Evidently, he has been watching her closely.

She shakes her head. Better to keep quiet and not invite any more beatings, although that too has its place in the scheme of things.

And then the time for thinking is over, and the head of his cock is invading her mouth. As she suspected, she has to open really wide, and since the head is so large, there is no way to deep throat it. It fills her oral cavity and cuts off her breathing as it enters deeper, past her tonsils. Her cunt pulsates in sympathy or excitement, she doesn't know which, and she can feel the gush of wetness between her legs.

Swati has just enough time and the neck flexibility to glance at Prakash. He, too, seems mesmerized by the scene, by Nawaz’ cock. 

Parvati chooses this moment to make her entry. She gasps as she enters the room and drops the tray. Swati is too fully occupied to see the cups crash to the floor, too busy to see what biscuits Parvati has chosen to bring.

Nawaz is laughing, a strange, high-pitched cackle. She hears him speaking, but the words seem muffled, like she is underwater, probably because of the cock in her throat. In her mind’s eye, she can see his cock in her esophagus where he has been steadily forcing it, like a python with a large animal in its throat. 

Swati takes it up like challenge, to try and deep throat this cock, but she is rapidly losing oxygen to her brain. Black spots are starting to pop up around the periphery of her vision.

From a distance, a great distance it seems, she hears, “Suck my friend’s cock!” Presumably this is a command to Parvati from Nawaz, since she’s already sucking his cock.

She feels movement behind her, and she imagines Parvati sink to the floor in front of Prakash. She can only see him from the waist down, and soon his hairy legs are revealed as Parvati takes down his jeans.

The blackness is creeping into the outer edges of her vision, what she can see has narrowed into a tunnel.

She has one last lucid thought: How come Parvati didn’t protest at all when Nawaz ordered her to suck off Prakash?

The blackness is complete. 

Swati passes out.