Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Sorry. not sure how it duplicated the post

[xbiilove]

Why posted the same update again?

[S Darko]

Why posted the same update again?

apologies

[S Darko]

Prakash is speaking, his tone low and measured. He is in no hurry, it seems. 


“You will do everything I tell you to do. From today, I am your master. You will address me as Malik. Is that understood?”
He releases her hair, and she stands in front of him, her hands by her sides, head down. She is trying to understand the implications of what he has said. 

What does ‘do everything’ entail? And she has to call him Malik? Master? Wow, just wow! The gall of the guy.

But there is also a battling feeling. Somewhere…she likes what he is saying, she wants to accept what he is saying, she wants to say yes. She feels her head go up and down in agreement, although she hasn’t yet decided she will say yes. 

Somehow, she feels that verbalizing her agreement is not what he wants. So she nods, her head going up and down, three times. 

Prakash takes a step back and looks at her. She can feel his gaze taking in her nudity, his gaze moving up and down like a laser beam. She wants to cover up, at least her privates, but she can’t. His words seem to have bound her. Her hand still by her side, head down, her pose compliant. 

Prakash seems jubilant. She peeks up at him. He is a large man, bulky, but more fat than muscle, she is sure. Not like Ramesh at all. 

Prakash turns to Ramesh who is still sitting on he chair, seemingly in shock, still fingering her phone.

“See,” he says, “this is how you treat the bitch.”

At the words, she starts to feel wet again. Somehow, his demeaning words only trigger her sexuality. Not her feminist side, the side that would walk up to a guy that wolf whistled at her and slap him, and maybe even pepper spray him. 

His next words are like hammer blows.

“Do you take it in the mouth?”

What does that mean, she thinks. Take what in the mouth? Oh, yes, his cock. She has fellated her once upon a time lover a few times, but he was always in a hurry to get to second base, and besides, neither of them enjoyed it too much. With Ashok, it has been never more than a few preliminary sucks to get him wet, and that too was during the initial days of their marriage. Now, there is no more fellatio, no more blowjobs. 

She shakes her head, eyes still on the floor. Swati’s mind is cleaved into three. Her rational part is yelling, no, screaming at her to run, run, run back to her office, dress and get the fuck out. Maybe on the way call the cops and lodge a complaint about this guy. 

The second part, the realistic one, says, wait, wait and see what happens. You’ll get an opening that you can exploit, but for the time being, you’re over a barrel. 

And then there’s the third part, a part that surprises her because she never knew it even existed. This part wants to kneel at this brute’s feet and suck his cock and do whatever else filthy, depraved thing he wants her to do. 

“Huh?” Prakash seems confused. Perhaps it is mock surprise, she cannot tell.

“You will now,” he says, “and you will love it. You will take it wherever and whenever I tell you to. You will do whatever I tell you, remember?”

Swati trembles a little at his words. They terrify her, but also strangely, excite her. She dreads what is coming, but also can’t wait for it to happen. She has no thought of her life as an IT professional, a wife, a mother, a homemaker.

He steps closer to her and stoops a little to look her in the eye. 

“And because you said no, you will have to be punished. You understand that, right?”

Swati is horrified. She starts to open her mouth and say, no, what the fuck is going on, but the second she raises her head, she sees Prakash’s expression and reconsiders. 

Slowly, she nods, wondering what form this punishment will take.

“Hands behind your back!” Prakash commands.

Swati has a choice. 

She should run now, back to the office, refuse his demands, but so far his demands have been benign, not very much more than what Ramesh wanted. A part of her wants to stay and see this through. A big part looks like, and the part that makes the decisions and calls the shots. 

She complies. Had she been in the army, she might have clicked her heels and saluted with a loud, Sir, yes Sir!

She feels the muscles in her back tighten and the pressure in her chest lessen. The feeling of relief is so great that she stretches more than he has commanded, arching her back more than required, thrusting her tits out at her oppressor. Her head also comes up, just a little.

Prakash chuckles in delight. 

“See, I told you she is a whore! I tell her to put her hands behind her back and she pushes her tits in my face. What a whore!” He is talking to Ramesh, but facing her.

She can see Ramesh now. He wants to say something, and not sure what. She can see the confusion in his face. An innocent he is, she thinks, so naive.

Ramesh finally speaks. “Prakash bhai, we should be sure Swati madam is okay with this.”

“What will she say?” Prakash says derisively. “All she has to say is yes. Isn’t that so, Swati madam?” The last two works are spoken mockingly, in a falsetto, mimicking Ramesh.

Swati stands silently. If she says no, will Ramesh intervene and stop all this? She isn’t sure. She isn’t sure that she wants to stop this, whatever this is. 

She says nothing, just stands in her glorious nakedness, hands clasped behind her back, tits thrust out, legs slightly spread, giving Prakash a glimpse of the inner folds of her cunt. He has not commanded it, yet, instinctively, she knows this is what he wants.

“All you have to do is nod yes,” Prakash says in a loud voice. “Isn’t that so, cunt?”

His profanity comes in Hindi. Swati has led a sheltered life, and used mostly English as her primary language, but the derogatory words in Hindi are clear enough. She may not know what exactly they mean, but she will learn. She is sure what he said is some slang for her private parts, or perhaps what she is—a slut, a whore, a prostitute.

Prakash is waiting for an answer. A moment passes, and then she nods. Tentatively at first, but then she nods firmly. Her mind is made up.

“See!” He says. “She wants this.”

Ramesh seems a little deflated. A moment ago he was ready to play the hero, but now the winds have been taken out of his sails. 

Prakash turns back to her and commands. “Down on your hands and knees. Right now!”

Swati scrambles to obey. 

The carpet fibers are rough on her knees, but she is strong, and this little discomfort is nothing. She is on her hands and knees, facing Prakash, her tits hanging down obscenely, like a cow’s udders waiting for a milking. She is aware she looks trashy, like a slut, a sex slave, but there is a part of her that is reveling in that vision. 

Prakash moves a chair out of the way and steps behind her.

[veeravaibhav]

Good update

[preethi15]

Thanks for writing such a beautiful story..enjoyed it..also it is refreshing to read a dominating story

[fuckandforget]

Sexcellent !!!

[xavierrxx]

Amazing bro

[Dorabooji]

Will inder come to save swati?

[toylandjed]

Excellent work. The good thing is regular updates. Please continue.

[swisssnow]

Great update as usual, Mr. Darko.

[S Darko]

Ashok stands at the luggage carousel at IGI airport waiting for his luggage. 

The last week in Bangkok have been exhausting. Mostly, the last day when he’s had to break up with his longtime girlfriend Samantha, probably not her real name anyway, but whatever. He closes his eyes and for a moment dwells on their last night together. Her sweaty tits, bouncing over him, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands on her tits, squeezing, kneading. Himself, deep inside her. 


He shakes his head. It’s over.

Ashok has always been a firm believer in spice being the plural of spouse, and what’s life if there isn’t any spice in it? So, following the long credo of all respectable sailors, he has a girl in every port. 

He has been careful not to have a family in every port, though. Just a girl. And over the last ten, fifteen years, the girls have been changed as they became more clingy or wanted more than what he could give them. It wasn’t money, even though he paid them well and supported their sometimes extravagant lifestyles. It was usually how much of him they wanted. His time, his attention and so on.

Over the last year or so, he has noticed how far he has drifted from Swati, and he has started longing for the times they had when they were newly married. He has divested himself of most of his girlfriends, broken up with them, paid them off, whatever it took. 

He reflects on the week he and Swati spent together in the resort. It has been a couple of months since then, but he remembers it well. The nights and evenings of togetherness are really what he wants, not this hectic day in, day out of work, dealmaking, and on his part, serial cheating. 

Ashok remembers one evening very well. He had gone golfing in the morning after a night of drinking with his new buddy Abhinav, and while he’d had a splitting headache in the morning, the fresh air and exercise have cleared his head. Swati and Menaka, Abhinav’s wife were supposed to spend the day together in the spa, and later perhaps shopping. 

Later in the evening, after a nice dinner, the four of them had been sitting in their balcony enjoying some wine and the fresh breeze that wafted in over the green expanse. Something like this, even money couldn’t buy in Delhi or Gurugram.

Swati had wanted to turn in early, so after a couple of glasses of wine, their new friends had departed. 

Ashok had been surprised by the ferocity with which Swati attacked him as soon as he entered his bed. It was as though she was a lioness, lying in wait for him. She was naked and wet and ready. He was delighted, but still couldn’t help wondering what had gotten into her to provoke such a reaction. 

That night, he had been able to rise to the occasion twice, with a little chemical help of course, but who notices things like that? He thinks she must’ve had at least three orgasms, something that has not been common for a long time. 

Not only had they had a good time together, but they’d made new friends there. He and Abhinav had hit it off, almost like long-lost brothers. And his wife Menaka was hot. Ashok might have made a play for her in his younger days, but he has mellowed now, and doesn’t want to make the effort.

And now, he decides, he is going to take a couple of months and shed all his other liaisons, and focus on family, his wife, and their son, Dhruv. 

His mind settles for a few minutes on his son. The boy was getting bigger. Soon, in February he would turn six and a few months later he would be going to college. Wow! How time flies. 

His mind goes back to Swati. When was the last time he bought her any jewelry? Dang! He really has to think about that. Was it the diamond necklace the year Dhruv had turned one? but after that it’s all a blank. Swati will be turning thirty-one soon. Something appropriate might be in order. 

Their life too has become too hectic. She is so busy with her work and he with his. 

In another year or two, he thinks, his position in the company will become unassailable and then he able to work less, spend more time with the family. Perhaps time for one more child? Dhruv should have a brother. Or sister. The process could be enjoyable. 

And that brings him full circle to their sex life and to their new friends Abhinav and Menaka. 

Abhi, as he likes to be called, had hinted at something like an open marriage. What does that mean? Does it mean swapping or threesomes or moresomes? 

He has always known there is an active alternative lifestyle, swingers groups and the like in Delhi, just not found the right guys. Hmm. Something that might be explored. 

He wonders if Swati will go for that kind of thing. He has no idea.

[Vasanthan]

Niceee

[Ajay Kailash]

Good going

[pedapandu]

very hot n erotic narration....

erotic twist....

 

[Dorabooji]

Nice update

[Karmayogee]

Thought swati alone is cheating. Now everyone.

[xbiilove]

[desiass]

very nice updates Sir, Waiting for the next update....

[pedapandu]

Eagerly awaiting for the hot hot update....