Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Nawaz unzips himself and slowly pulls at his menacingly deformed cock. His strokes are backhanded, palm down, slow and methodical. His fist covers roughly half of his cock, the head peeking out from beyond his fingers. He pulls Paro away from Swati and to him, and she obligingly starts to suck. 

Swati notes that Paro takes his cock in without trouble, and feels a pang of jealousy. No matter, she will get better with more practice. But has Paro been part of similar orgies in the past? Swati has no time to wonder. She is too busy in the here and now. 


Inder has dropped his pants now, and moves in front of her. He grabs her by the neck and pulls her down, effectively bending her in half. His four-inch cock is erect, as big as it will get, and dwarfed by his pot of a belly. He sucks in his gut and pokes his erection at her face.

Swati accommodates him, spreading her legs for better balance. 

Prakash slaps her ass hard, perhaps because she hasn’t asked for his permission, but he is still breathing hard. His cock, is still rampant, still in her ass, and she realizes he hasn’t come yet. His strokes have slowed to near stillness. Good god, the man has enormous staying power.  

She opens her mouth and takes Inder in, something that she has been doing for the past several weeks when he comes into her office at lunchtime. First, of course, she licks off the dew of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his pee hole. 

The first time she took his cock in her mouth under the table so to speak, was of course when Ashok had come looking for her, but he has repeated the scenario several times after that, perhaps secretly hoping someone might come in, but no one else ever came in to the room during that time. 

Perhaps people wondered why the IT guy came so frequently to her office, but she occasionally complained her laptop wasn’t working right, and no one actually questioned her. 

Nowadays, Inder comes to her room, looks at her menacingly, and she undresses and gets under the table without question. Inder had begun taking off his trousers entirely, rather than simply unzipping. Perhaps that adds to the sizzle of the situation, and Swati is pleased with the developments. 

The only downside is that Swati couldn’t eat lunch those days, having to remain satisfied with the small portion of a protein diet from Inder’s cock. 

His cock isn’t very big, but his semen is tasty, possibly because of all the sweets he eats, and the depravity of the situation of being naked and under her own desk with imminent discovery an ever present danger, is what adds spice, the mirch-masala, to the moment.

Each time Prakash pushes into her ass, he drives her head, mouth first, into Inder’s crotch and his cock drives into her throat. She gags each time, but with a small, ladylike gagging sound, unlike when her better endowed male friends literally fuck her throat. She still has some control, especially given his not so large cock size. 

Swati feels Inder stiffen further, the head of his cock swelling. 

The idea that all these men have enough blackmail material on her doesn’t even enter her mind. 

She is more concerned with the heady feeling of illicit sex in bizarre situations rather than the tawdry blackmail situation. The fear of discovery, of course, is what drives this. The fluttery feeling in her belly, the itch, that insatiable itch in her pussy, the pleasurable palpitations in her chest, all these are what she lives for, what she craves. 

She is suddenly afraid of where her depravity will lead her. 

The cocks in her body continue to pound in and out, in and out.

Swati lets out a muffled yell as she starts to climax, all thoughts of danger driven from her mind.