Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[desiass]

All the dots are getting connected now but waiting to see who is going to fuck her first.............Simply Superb naration Darko's
Thanks for the frequent updates

[zulfique]

Super bro... every update is edge of seat

[xbiilove]

Great update friend

[thenameless]

Love the story bro plz update.

[S Darko]

Swati thought long and hard about Ramesh’s latest request. It was logical when she thought about it, but there was the big question: was it too much? There was exhibitionism and then there was shameless exhibitionism. 


Was she crossing a line? Was there even a line in this game she was playing? After all, she had fantasized about Ramesh shaving her, him fucking her—especially since Neetu had planted the image in her head, so this wasn’t that much in the scheme of things, was it?

Briefly, she thought of herself on the conference room table, her legs bent, feet near her ears, as Ramesh plowed into her furiously with his hopefully large tool. She didn't have a particular fetish for large penises, but somehow she thought Ramesh would have a big tool. Something about his build, his whip-like body, his stillness, and his economy of movement.

The last time, after her nude catwalk, and she was putting on her kameez—she wore her panties first, then the salwar, and then her bra, and finally the kameez, giving him the longest time to look at her tits. Tits he was evidently fascinated with. 
Her head was still in the kameez—a tight one today—and her head was covered with it, when he spoke.

“Madam, that gulabi thing…”

What gualbi thing? She tried to think what he might be referring to and then it clicked. He was asking about her vibrator dildo. 

She blushed as realization dawned. Oh God, she thought. He’s asking about the vibrator. How to answer this? She could pretend it was something else, something not related to sex. But she thought he knew what it was. At least from the way he asked about it. At least he had some idea. His next words confirmed it.

She wriggled her head out of the dress, and took her time smoothing it over her was it. Then, she slowly raised her head and looked at him. 

“Can you show me how you use it?” His tone, as always, was deferential. A plea, a small, insignificant request. It was nothing. 

The thing, whatever one wanted to call it, with Ramesh had been going on for a couple of months at that point, and she had progressed from shy exhibitionism to full nude catwalks in that time. 

She had shaved her bush in a classy strip with an arrow at the end that pointed to her clit. 

She’d had an enjoyable time shaving. The act itself felt so forbidden and shameless, and slut-like. She got the tingles even thinking about it. 

She had waited for a good moment when she would be alone at home and then used her trimmer to cut it down. Carefully, oh so carefully she because she didn’t want any cuts. 

She remembered fantasizing about letting Ramesh do the honors, but in the end she decided that it would be too much, too soon. 

Besides, that would involve touching her, and that was something he hadn’t done yet. She wondered if he would ever touch her. Part of his hands-off approach why she felt so safe with him. It was kind of the safety women felt with their gay friends. But Ramesh wasn’t gay, was he? At least not from the reactions he gave when she stripped for him. Hmm, bisexual? 

Maybe…or perhaps he was one of those people that liked to watch only, like the character she had once seen in a movie.

By the time she was down to stubble, she was so wet, she needed a release like she never had to before. She had to masturbate in the tub, furiously jamming her fingers in and stroking her clit with the other hand. She wished she’s thought to bring one of her dildos home for this, but what if Ashok discovered them? Much safer to leave them at the office, in her locked desk drawer. She was the only one that had the keys.

Ashok was out of town for a few days as he seemed to be more and more. Hopefully he was having a good time with his buddies, drinking and playing golf or whatever. Perhaps getting a nice blowjob from one of his floozies. She had found some receipts in his pants pocket that confirmed that he was going out for dates with women, probably escorts, she supposed. 

If it was a business dinner, he’s have paid with his business cars. This was on his personal card. And it wasn’t the first time. But she didn’t mind it. She was having her own version of sexual fun outside of marriage.  

Dhruv was asleep in his bedroom, and she had given Parvati the evening off. She wondered if she was getting some illicit sex too. She was young, and even though married, her husband had a night job and she visited him only once a week or so. 

Yes, she decided, Parvati was probably getting it on with some young guy. Perhaps someone from the village, just like Ramesh. Who was she to judge?

She trimmed and shaped the stubble, her tongue poking into her cheek in concentration, careful not to cut herself, until just a strip remained. The rest was shaved away, leaving a smooth, glistening cunt. Pure cunt, she thought.

Her inner labia hung out slightly, a little like the wattle of a rooster, but not too much. It gave her pussy a mature, but inviting look. A cunt that had seen some milage, but not driven into the ground. Like a car with a few thousand miles on it. 

Her outer lips glistened in the overhead lights of the bathroom. She wiped it down with a wet wipe. It looks pleasant, inviting and sexy. Ramesh would like that, she thought. On a whim, she took a selfie, only of her private parts, no face. Perhaps she would show it to Ramesh next time. Perhaps not. 

Then, again on a whim, she trimmed and shaved the lower end of the strip into an arrow. The thought that Ramesh would be excited sent a thrill into her body and she lay back and got herself off once more.

The show she gave him the next time was something out of a porn movie. As she walked up and down the corridor in the conference room, she found herself getting wetter and wetter. She’s put an extra swing in her hips. She’s thrust out her tits more and in the end, she had spread her legs a little, not too much, but just enough so the wetness between her legs was evident. She was turned on beyond belief.

She had asked him if he was happy. His expression had said it all. He was happy. Oh yes, fuck, he was happy. 

But still no touching. 

And then, later, he wanted more. 

She knew he wanted more, but not the direction the request would take.

She thought a long moment. There were no barriers between them. Not anymore. 

She would give him a live demo. She decided she would do it. Not that day, of course. She had to think about it a little more and get her nerve up. So to speak. 

Next time. 

[Hotyyhard]

wow, what an excellent update marvelous keep going.

[AjitKumar]

Fantastic update

[fuckandforget]

Good one

[S Darko]

Thanks all for the encouraging words. Any ideas, as I have said before can still be incorporated in the story of it fits. The story is not written completely although I have a general idea where it is going.

[jiljilrani]

Please dont ask opinion from readers, go with your plan

[xavierrxx]

Yes readers opinions will kill the story. There are many stories are stopped only because of this.

[Dorabooji]

interesting as more people eying in on swati

[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.

[xbiilove]

Whoaa... toy pleasure

[Kinklover]

Hottest story...

[Losliyafan]

interesting update

[veeravaibhav]

Hope swati ask Ramesh to go nude and do a cat walk with her.

[S Darko]

Swati took the vibrator from Ramesh and sat up straight. 

She pulled two more chairs to each side and placed her feet on them, spreading her thighs, knees bent, and giving him a peek of the pink—her cunt lips were spread, and the moisture glistened on the outer lips when she glanced down. The slit was faintly open, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the pink heaven inside.


She saw his eyes widen as she took the fat end of the vibe and swiped it up and down her slit. Then, she started inserting it into her cunt. Normally, she would use some water based lube that was easy to clean up later, but today she was so turned on, there was no need. She kept her eyes on Ramesh’s face. His eyes were riveted on her actions, and his emotions revealed in the expressions that flitted across his face. 

She was right. He had never seen anything like this before. A virgin, she supposed, not merely in having sex, but also in any knowledge about the various paraphilias that accompanied the new tech-driven sex industry.

She separated her labia with one hand and slowly pushed it in. It took a little wiggling despite the copious lubrication she naturally provided, but even so, she gasped as the large head slipped past the outer lips and separated the inner lips. Her arousal was strong and her secretions think and almost like the silicone lube she used. She gasped at the coldness of the plastic as it slipped between the lips into the introitus. 

Then she gritted her teeth and pushed it inside. It was always a little painful when it slipped in the first time. A few seconds, and it would warm up and not hurt anymore. It wasn’t really pain she felt though, it was more of a stretching, a widening of tissues and slow accommodation.

She felt like a cam girl, showing off her skills with the vibrator. She had seen such videos before—they tended to pop up when you surfed porn on the internet, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. You clicked on something, and the next thing you knew was a naked girl with big boobs and a vibrator in her pussy, pleasing herself. Usually there was a panel on one side where people made comments and paid tributes to the girl. The only thing missing was a soundtrack, usually a racy techno beat or some pop song played on a loop.

The dildo was silent as she accommodated it’s girth. The fat head of the device disappeared quickly inside her, like a snake gulping down a mouse with only the tail remaining outside. Once it slipped inside, all that remained outside was the narrow stalk and the bulbous smaller head of the vibrator. 

She nodded to Ramesh. Ramesh immediately turned to the app on her phone and hit the power button. Not so stupid after all, she thought as the rumblings began deep inside her pussy. 

“Unhhh,” she said, a moan, but soft. 

Ramesh looked at her, and his face reflected the realization and understanding that the vibrations he’d felt in his hand were now going on inside her body. 

“Aaaaaah….unhhhhsss,” she moaned, a little louder now. 

She smiled coquettish smile, her dimples on full display. Ramesh smiled back, his teeth showing. How cute he looked, and so serious, despite the smile, she thought.

Ramesh played with the remote app, increasing and decreasing the intensity, the cadence and rhythm of the vibrator and adjusted it based on her reactions, her small moans, silent screams, and heavy breathing. 

“Aaaah,” she went, then “Ooohhhhh,” and “Oooi maaa!” Then he turned the vibrations up. Ramesh was having the time of his life. Never had he felt so much in control, so powerful. 

He walked across the room, testing the range of the device. Swati wanted to tell him that the device had short range bluetooth but also was distance independent and could be controlled though wifi. But that would be some other day.

Meanwhile, Ramesh was having fun. He would get her all hot and bothered and get her to the edge and then back off , still keeping the vibrations going. He was edging her, something that only experts knew how to do, and yet he was doing it apparently without effort even though he knew nothing about sex in the broad context of things. 

She lay back, her ass at the edge of the chair, her position eerily reminiscent of the very first day when Ramesh had barged in on her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the stimulation of her G spot. The vibrations made her inner lips quiver and flap a little, and Ramesh seemed to take huge enjoyment in watching that. She took the narrow bulbous end and held it against her clit and the vibrations gave her a jolt of excitement. 

She thought she would have much preferred a hard cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, but the vibe was pretty good.

She slid her ass further to the edge of the seat, her ass now hanging off. She was now supported on her lower back. She spread her legs more on the two supporting chairs. Her pelvis made faint fucking motions in the air which Ramesh no doubt found erotic. 

She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations. 

She was close, provided Ramesh didn’t prolong the torture and edge her again this time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the big O closed in on her.

The conference door opened with a loud click.

[Hotyyhard]

omg who was that

[Muthiah Sivaraman]

Good, thought she will ask him to shave her pussy and armpits first before doing this