Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[karimeduramu]

Never expected husband character to be like that. Good updates.

[S Darko]

“Open the zipper,” Prakash demands.


So this is where the actual sex begins, Swati thinks. 

She scoots forward on her knees and her breasts wobble. She looks down on them and sees they are red. There are finger marks on them, and a few red streaks. Superficial abrasions, but they will take a couple of days to go away.

Prakash leans forward just as Swati reaches his zipper. She thinks he means to kiss her, her faces are so close. She is ambivalent about that. Kissing Prakash? With that breath she has already smelled? Nah, but if she must, she will. It is a day of many firsts.

But he doesn’t kiss her. He leans in, and pulls more at her tits, almost as though he is milking a cow, at one point making her scream. She stifles the scream, but a small sound escapes her mouth anyway. Something that sounds more like a moan of pleasure rather than pain.

“See,” he says again to Ramesh seated right behind him. “This is how you do it. Not your pussyfooting around with nanga shows!” 

He sounds triumphant, happy. The anger of a few moments ago is forgotten. Swati welcomes the change in mood. When he was angry, he was so unpredictable and she had feared him. Not that she is comfortable now, but at least it is better he is in a good mood.

He reaches forward and his hand snakes between her breasts and down her belly. She leans forward a little to facilitate his quest which surely is her pussy. He reaches his destination, flicks her clit experimentally, and gives a gratified grunt when she moans. 

Then he roughly fingers her pussy and sweeps his fingers from back to front. The touch makes her shiver and lubricate more. Her arousal is at a peak. Prakash comes away with his fingers coated with her arousal. 

“Oh my God!” He says, inspecting his fingers. So wet! Ramesh Bhai, did I not tell you? This one is a class A whore.”

Swati hangs her head. She is still on her knees in front of this strange man, her face level with his crotch, waiting to give him a blowjob, something she hasn’t done in years, and then not even very well. At least as far as she knows, based on her porn viewing. She is no match for the young porn stars that can fellate a foot long cock literally for hours. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asks in sarcasm. He grabs her by the throat and hisses, spittle flying, “Better do it right, or else…”

Swati nods, and pulls the zipper down. There is a fair sized bulge there, perhaps more than she has expected to find, and she pulls and tugs at the aperture that will allow the cock to emerge. Prakash shifts his hips a little to help her, and then his cock pops into view. 

The head is purple and dark and menacing, the pee hole is yawning, the foreskin pulled back. When he shakes the whole thing loose and out of the aperture, she sees it is respectable, perhaps six or so inches and a nice girth. 

What really bothers her is the odor. It is a mixed, musky smell. Stale urine, sweat mixed in with some body odor. She thinks she might gag, but then she might get punished again and have to suck him off anyway. 

Somehow, he senses her distaste as she sees out of the corner of his eyes, his arm going back, elbow cocking preparatory to delivering a slap. The last slap was good enough reason for her to want to avoid another one. 

He gives her a tap on her face anyway. Just a light one, there isn’t even a sound when he does it, nothing approaching the power of the last one that was fueled by rage. She nods, looks apologetic and uses her hands to widen his fly. 

She hasn’t given head in so long, she has almost forgotten. And then there’s the odor. But gamely, she bends to the task. She tries to breathe through her mouth, something that’s difficult if your tongue is sticking out and your mouth is going to be full of something in short order. 

She licks up and down the shaft and kisses the head. A little clear liquid seeps from the pee hole and she decides it must be his precum. 

She licks it up and Prakash groans and spreads his legs a little more to give her better access.

“Aah!” He says. If he is winking at Ramesh, she can’t see it. She is totally absorbed in her task. 

His hips scooch forward and he falls back in his chair. “No teeth, okay,” he says, his tone now languid. 

[desiass]

Superb update

[karimeduramu]

Awesome

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Sexy hot

[pedapandu]

“Open the zipper,” Prakash demands.


So this is where the actual sex begins, Swati thinks. 

She scoots forward on her knees and her breasts wobble. She looks down on them and sees they are red. There are finger marks on them, and a few red streaks. Superficial abrasions, but they will take a couple of days to go away.

Prakash leans forward just as Swati reaches his zipper. She thinks he means to kiss her, her faces are so close. She is ambivalent about that. Kissing Prakash? With that breath she has already smelled? Nah, but if she must, she will. It is a day of many firsts.

But he doesn’t kiss her. He leans in, and pulls more at her tits, almost as though he is milking a cow, at one point making her scream. She stifles the scream, but a small sound escapes her mouth anyway. Something that sounds more like a moan of pleasure rather than pain.

“See,” he says again to Ramesh seated right behind him. “This is how you do it. Not your pussyfooting around with nanga shows!” 

He sounds triumphant, happy. The anger of a few moments ago is forgotten. Swati welcomes the change in mood. When he was angry, he was so unpredictable and she had feared him. Not that she is comfortable now, but at least it is better he is in a good mood.

He reaches forward and his hand snakes between her breasts and down her belly. She leans forward a little to facilitate his quest which surely is her pussy. He reaches his destination, flicks her clit experimentally, and gives a gratified grunt when she moans. 

Then he roughly fingers her pussy and sweeps his fingers from back to front. The touch makes her shiver and lubricate more. Her arousal is at a peak. Prakash comes away with his fingers coated with her arousal. 

“Oh my God!” He says, inspecting his fingers. So wet! Ramesh Bhai, did I not tell you? This one is a class A whore.”

Swati hangs her head. She is still on her knees in front of this strange man, her face level with his crotch, waiting to give him a blowjob, something she hasn’t done in years, and then not even very well. At least as far as she knows, based on her porn viewing. She is no match for the young porn stars that can fellate a foot long cock literally for hours. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asks in sarcasm. He grabs her by the throat and hisses, spittle flying, “Better do it right, or else…”

Swati nods, and pulls the zipper down. There is a fair sized bulge there, perhaps more than she has expected to find, and she pulls and tugs at the aperture that will allow the cock to emerge. Prakash shifts his hips a little to help her, and then his cock pops into view. 

The head is purple and dark and menacing, the pee hole is yawning, the foreskin pulled back. When he shakes the whole thing loose and out of the aperture, she sees it is respectable, perhaps six or so inches and a nice girth. 

What really bothers her is the odor. It is a mixed, musky smell. Stale urine, sweat mixed in with some body odor. She thinks she might gag, but then she might get punished again and have to suck him off anyway. 

Somehow, he senses her distaste as she sees out of the corner of his eyes, his arm going back, elbow cocking preparatory to delivering a slap. The last slap was good enough reason for her to want to avoid another one. 

He gives her a tap on her face anyway. Just a light one, there isn’t even a sound when he does it, nothing approaching the power of the last one that was fueled by rage. She nods, looks apologetic and uses her hands to widen his fly. 

She hasn’t given head in so long, she has almost forgotten. And then there’s the odor. But gamely, she bends to the task. She tries to breathe through her mouth, something that’s difficult if your tongue is sticking out and your mouth is going to be full of something in short order. 

She licks up and down the shaft and kisses the head. A little clear liquid seeps from the pee hole and she decides it must be his precum. 

She licks it up and Prakash groans and spreads his legs a little more to give her better access.

“Aah!” He says. If he is winking at Ramesh, she can’t see it. She is totally absorbed in her task. 

His hips scooch forward and he falls back in his chair. “No teeth, okay,” he says, his tone now languid. 

for the update....

[S Darko]

Swati takes the mushroom head into her mouth and swishes her tongue over it. It earns her an appreciative “Hmm,” and encouraged, she goes on. 

Repeats the move. 

With her other hand, she fondles his balls which she has pulled out of his fly. It is a tight fit, all this flesh, his penis and the scrotal sac, out of the same hole in the pants. 


She continues with the blowjob, taking him in as far as she can take it and then moving back out. With the other hand, she now fists the base of his cock and that is helpful; because she doesn’t have to take so much cock into her mouth. It is a trick she has seen some pornstars do.

The taste seems quite good now that she has licked away the grime that was there before.  There is some more precum that oozes from the pee slit, and this too she licks away. A sour, organic taste, but not too bad, she thinks. There is still a musky smell, but it arouses rather than repels. 

So far, Prakash hasn’t done anything other than a few appreciative groans and noises, but now he is starting to move his hips and actively push his cock into her mouth. She is still in control though, with her hand and mouth trick. 

There is his hand on her head. She looks up.

“One minute,” he says, holding up a finger, and stands up. He removes his belt, unbuttons his pants and drops them. Underwear follows, a striped boxer type thing that she has seen some people other than her husband wear. Mostly poor people. It isn’t any kind of designer wear, and she assumes it must be cheap. 

Prakash sits again, and this time she can see his genitals spread before her in its full glory. The cock is indeed big, perhaps seven inches, she thinks. The part she has worked on looks clean and a lighter tone than the part that has emerged now, and there is a lot of pubic hair that had been held back by the confines of his fly before. 

“Go on,” he says, his tone now gentle. 

Deceptively so, as she learns in a few seconds.

What a woman can control with a cock in her mouth, she thinks and pops the cock into her mouth again. 

This time Prakash isn’t satisfied with the hand and partial mouth technique. He smacks her hand away and tells her, “no hands now.”

Swati complies. 

Prakash pushes into her mouth harder and the cock head strikes the back of her mouth. She opens wider. But Prakash is still not satisfied. 

She bobs up and down on his cock, now on her haunches, her knees splayed. She is aware of her cunt being on display once more and lubrication building up there. 

Again. 

How is she turned on by giving a blow job to this dirty character, and that too under duress? But there it is.

Prakash’s hand is now on the back of her head. He pushes.

His cock reaches the back of her throat. 

She gags. 

“Guk…guk…guk…”

He laughs a cackling laugh like a hyena. 

Drool runs out of her mouth in rivulets, and she gasps and coughs. 

Prakash gives her no quarter. 

He pushes in and out, now using her hair as a handle, moving her head up and down, up and down, masturbating himself using her head.

Swati is gagging, drooling, and finding it hard to breathe. 

“GGGGGAAAAAAkkkkkk!”

Prakash has her head in a vice like grip and moving her head back and forth. She can’t see, tears are streaming from her eyes. 

Everytime she tries to catch a breath, his cock is back, invading her throat, and she is unable to breathe. She is getting lightheaded and soon, she thinks she will pass out. 

There is nothing in the world other than the need to breathe now. Prakash is really skull-fucking her now and there is nothing she can do.

The sounds continue, but louder. 

“GUKGUKGUKGGGGKKKKKKKK!!”

Then he is shooting into her mouth. 

He pulls out with a yell and starts shooting his cum on her face. 

All the while, Swati is gasping for air, her mouth open, spit flying everywhere. His cum lands in her mouth, her face, her eyes, and also her tits. 

Then he is done. 

She is still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. She has no idea that blowjobs can be this taxing. On her, that is. He seems perfectly happy. 

But Prakash too is breathing hard. 

She is covered with secretions. There is thick saliva all over her face and chest and dripping off her boobs. Snot runs down her nose, tears from her eyes, and of course, there is his semen as well. 

There is a tissue box on the table. Prakash pulls out a couple and hands it to her. “Clean up,” he says.

She starts to wipe her face and he barks at her, “Clean me up you bitch, not you, ME!”

[Ajay Kailash]

Perfect treatment of slut.

[Nesamanikumar]

Very good update

[Vishal Ramana]

IS this consensual or bang. Why she behaving differently between ramesh and prakash. She is dominant or submissive?

[S Darko]

IS this consensual or bang. Why she behaving differently between ramesh and prakash. She is dominant or submissive?

Not sure what you mean by “bang” but anyhow what do you think?

Humans are complicated and what started out as a risk free adventure may turn out to be a journey of self discovery, don’t you think?

[Thangaraasu]

Very nice update

[Manikandarajesh]

Suppperrrrbb

[S Darko]

Several minutes pass. 

Prakash walks around the conference room, naked from the waist down, trying to get his cock to stiffen up. His pants and boxes lie in a heap near the chair he sat in, much like her clothes on that fateful day so long ago. 


Ramesh still sits in his chair as though shell shocked. She wonders at what he is thinking, but Prakash is taking up all her bandwidth for the moment. 

Swati is on the floor, her legs folded up underneath her. She wonders what is coming next. Can she leave? When will this nightmare be over? 

A part of her wants to be taken roughly and fucked like a whore. Another part is warring with running away. She wants to assert herself. It is getting late and she needs to go home, look after her son. Perhaps her husband is back by now? When will he get it up and fuck her properly? Her thoughts are chaotic, random, chasing each other. 

Then Prakash gets in front of her. He raises his hand and slaps her. Deliberately, left, then backhand on the right. Swati’s hands fly to her cheeks, and he shoots her a warning stare. A death stare. 

Swati puts her hands down. This isn’t quite as exciting as the ass spanking, but she decides she will go through with it. Tolerate it for now.

She realizes that she hasn’t touched this man yet. Well, nothing except his cock. There is no intimacy here, no skin on skin body contact like in conventional lovemaking. But this is no lovemaking. This is sex in its most primal form. The taking of a woman for the pleasure of a man. And somehow, the thought doesn’t repel her like it normally would. In fact, it excites her, if  the reactions of her body are any indication. 

“Suck,” he commands, “make me hard again. Then I’ll fuck you.”

It irritates her, this command, but also thrills her. Finally, she will be fucked, penetrated, used, she thinks. It has been long in the coming.

“You need to be fucked, yes?”

Of course, she wants to remain silent, not let him have his victory, but her head goes up and down without her consent, saying yes to what he says. 

He laughs his hyena laugh, at once victorious and demeaning, and crooks a finger at her. Come on, get to work the finger says.

She scoots forward and separates his thighs and bends to the task. 

She is on her haunches, knees spread, tits hanging, so he can have anything he wishes, but he simply sits in the chair. The odor is almost gone now. She has done a pretty good job last time cleaning him, laving him with her tongue—inadvertently, but she has done it nevertheless. 

She takes his flaccid member in her mouth and starts over. At least this time the goal is not a full blow job, just to get him hard enough to fuck her. She isn’t sure if she liked the breath play when Prakash was skull-fucking her without any regard to whether or not she could breathe. He was singularly focused on his own release. He probably didn’t care if she choked to death. 

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Inder looks at his monitor, a little disconcerted. His hero is failing. 

He has watched with great interest the way Prakash has handled the bitch. The blowjob, if it could be called that, was brutal, and great. Not so much a blowjob as a brutal skull-fucking, but it had started off tamely enough. He was amazed at the way Prakash grabbed her head and ponytail, and just used her mouth like a masturbation sleeve. Brutal, that’s the right word for it, nothing else would do. 

He has raised the volume on the feed, and still he can’t hear very well, although he has to admit that the choking and gagging sounds came through quite well. 

His Incel friends, all faceless and anonymous have no further advice. No further advice other than to reiterate what they’ve already said. Fuck her, fuck her up and so on. It is getting repetitive, boring, and Inder logs off the chat box. 

His thoughts are awhirl. He has too many ideas right now, all fighting with each other, like the characters in a MMOG that he plays often. There is a porn version too, but Inder isn’t playing that these days. 

He thinks the festivities for the day are over. 

Perhaps, he thinks, he can go over now and confront Ramesh and Prakash, and the woman as well and perhaps, just perhaps, get his rocks off too? Maybe just get her to suck him off? The thought makes him suck his gut in. 

Then he thinks, nah, not today. He wants to see how this develops over the next few days and in the meantime he will do some more research. Try and find out more about the woman, see if she has a husband, kids and things like that. She looks like the type that will have a family. Inder is an astute observer of humans if he is anything. He hasn’t had much interaction though, but that might change in the future. 

The very near future. He rubs his hands and reaches for the chocolate. 

[jiljilrani]

Quite interesting

[Chitrarassu]

All that she needs is a hard fuck. Why Ramesh is silent. He is the first person deserved to take her.

[desiass]

humiliate her more.....the writing is awesome.

[creamydelight]

Not sure what you mean by “bang” but anyhow what do you think?

Humans are complicated and what started out as a risk free adventure may turn out to be a journey of self discovery, don’t you think?

The site automatically changes r-a-p-e to bang

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome

[S Darko]

The site automatically changes r-a-p-e to bang

That's weird. But thanks for the info. I guess we don't have to use the word or write it the way you did.