Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

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[NovelNavel]

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[S Darko]

Nikolai looks at Prakash from across his desk. The desk is not really a desk. It is really a door on two sawhorses, a temporary office in a temporary building. Everything in this business is temporary.


“You should take a look at her at least,” Prakash is saying. 

Prakash has been introduced to Nikolai as a Russian pimp and human trafficker. What he doesn’t know is that Nikolai is about as Russian as he himself is. 

The only thing different about Nikolai is that he suffers from vitiligo and therefore looks white. He speaks Hindi with an accent he imagines is Russian, although it could be Spanish or Japanese. Regardless, he has his audience fooled. 

“The last one you brought wasn’t up to the standard. The Sheikhs, they want high quality maal, not the naukrani types you guys have. Not interested.”

Prakash looks at Nawaz, and Nawaz looks back at him. 

“Show him a picture,” Nawaz says. 

Prakash grins and smacks himself on his head for forgetting such a basic thing. He pulls his phone out, finds a suitable picture and hands the phone to Nikolai.

“Take a look at this Nakul bhai,” he says, and the white man grimaces. 

“It’s Nikolai, not Nakul bhai,” he says, but his heart isn’t in it, and anyway, Nikolai is too much of a tongue twister for Prakash to say. Besides, he thinks, this Nakul bhai is also not a bad monicker to go by. It would create more of a mystery around his persona. Also, it would be good to keep the cops guessing. 

He does look at the picture with interest. There is a pretty woman, make that very pretty woman, who looks great. In this picture, she is wearing a salwar suit and looks ravishing. She seems to have all the right curves in the right places. 

The question is, how is she involved with this group of lowlives? Anyway, he has to play it cool. Casually, he swipes to the next picture, and it is the same woman, but this time she is completely naked. 

He can see she is as spectacular as Prakash has been raving about, and maybe more. He is careful not to look too long at the image, but that one glance is enough. She is as advertised, her skin like butter and cream, makkhan-malai, like Prakash said. Magnificent tits, beautiful, curvy body. She is the whole package, for sure. He wonders if he will get a chance to sample the wares. 

His heart pounding, he swipes back to the clothed picture he was supposed to see and hands it back to Prakash, who has his hand out. 

He forces a bored look on his face and looks around as though searching for something. “Do something,” he says, “get me a good video with you two guys and the girl of course, and we’ll see. There may be some scope in the porn business, maybe someone might buy her…we’ll see.” He waves his hand dismissively. 

Prakash and Nizam look crestfallen but determined. 

As they turn to leave, Nikolai says, “Oh, WhatsApp me those two pictures—the one with and the one without clothes. Just so…I remember next time you come.” He forces himself to sound bored and blasé, but his heart is thumping. 


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As they leave the warehouse district of Gurugram, Prakash turns to Nawaz and says, “I thought you said he would be interested?”

Nawaz shrugs. “He gets all kinds of offers all the time, and he has to be choosy.”

Prakash mulls this over. “But she is fantastic…but you haven’t seen her yet.”

“That I haven’t.”

“Well, Nakul bhai said we should get a video with us in it, right?”

“Would’ve helped if you had a video on your phone, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah, but my phone is old, and I ran out of space…”

Nawaz lengthens his stride, and Prakash matches him, trying to keep up. The area is creepy, with warehouses and empty streets and parked trucks, and they both feel uneasy. 

“Lets make a video with her,” Prakash says.

The idea to make more money off of Swati has been percolating in Prakash’s mind for several weeks now. 

Initially, his primary emotion was rage, and he was able to take out his anger in spades on an almost unwilling Swati. Slowly, things changed, and she seemed to accept the reality of his existence in her life albeit unwillingly, and always with Ramesh present. That too changed, and Prakash isn’t sure why. Swati has been welcoming of his sexual attention more and more, regardless what perversions he demands of her. 

Lately, it looks to him like he has her trained as well as he ever will. There is almost nothing she will not do for him, well, nothing actually. Prakash is a man of limited imagination, and he has introduced Swati to Ganesh the chai w,.', but he has been reluctant to share a good thing too widely. 

His circumstances haven’t changed much, though. He is getting his rocks off in spectacular fashion on the regular, but he still lives in a chawl with several others, and money wise, he is no better off. His first thought was to pimp her out in Bhim colony, but that would make him no more money because most of the people there were as poor as him. Yes, there might be the novelty of fucking a high class madam for the first few days, but afterwards it would likely not be quite as lucrative as he would like. 

The first few weeks, he couldn’t humiliate her enough, couldn’t beat her enough, and her resistance seemed to turn him on even more. At times, when he was in his glass booth, and he would think of her, and his cock would harden in an instant. He masturbated in the glass cage a few times, the danger of discovery adding to the thrill. 

All he had to do was to close his eyes and imagine her supple flesh, her tits, her velvet cunt, her vice-like asshole, and he would come in no time. It was odd, he reflected, that he came so much sooner when he was imagining her and jerking off, but when she was available in the flesh, he could last way longer. 

Almost as though he was in total control of his orgasm. 

He still feels though that Swati holds the key to his stepping to the next level. He spoke to Nawaz, the other roommate he knew was involved in the flesh trade. Nawaz confirmed it, but Prakash had his doubts about how big a player he really was. 

Together they thought that if she were to be pimped out to high society clients, a lot of money could be made. 

And that was when Nawaz revealed he wasn’t quite the kingpin he had made himself out to be. Prakash almost snorted with laughter because he had suspected as much. Why would Nawaz live in a slum if he was making that kind of money. But he controlled himself and asked what the next step should be.

As it turned out, it turned out to be Nikolai, now also known as Nakul bhai.

And now there is this additional task they have to do for Nakul bhai. He seemed interested enough, Prakash thought, but he couldn’t be sure. He sent Nakul bhai the images he had requested, and then began to plan what he would do for the video that Nakul bhai had requested. Clearly, he expected a porno video with the woman and probably multiple partners. 

“Nawaz, what did he say? Both of us in the video with her, right?”

Nawaz nodded and grunted. He seemed to be indifferent to the idea of fucking a high class piece of ass like Swati when in reality he was used to a much lower class of pussy. He should really count himself lucky for Prakash to be presenting such a fine opportunity to him.

“What if we got more guys?”

Nawaz frowned, thinking and considering the idea. Finally, he said, “Who?” It irritated Prakash, this inability of Nawaz to come up with any ideas. Then he realized that Nakul bhai was Nawaz’s idea, even if it had only been because he realized the situation was over his head. At least he was that smart.

“Let me think about it,” Prakash replied. He lit a beedi, blew out the smoke.

“Ok,” Nawaz said. “I can bring Paro.”

“Who?” Another woman? Hmm. That might be fun. He had heard of a second or even third woman who were used in porno movies to suck the male actors to keep them hard. Usually in the scenes involving multiple won and one woman. 

“She’s a maid type I think. She gets a day off a week and she works for me for extra money.”

“I see,” siad Prakash. “Isn’t it your birthday next week?” 

Nawaz nodded.

“Aha,” Prakash said, blowing out smoke from his nostrils. “Let’s plan a big party then!”

[dragonslair]

Nice update

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Lovely going. May be swati will be the pornstar now.. 

[Ajay Kailash]

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[S Darko]

“Harder! Harder! Haaaaaarder! Swati screams as the cock in her ass pistons in and out. 


She is in doggy position and there is a man under her, licking at her pussy and sucking at her cunt even as the stiff cock reams out her asshole. She is trying to reach the height of pleasure she is used to, but is unable to get there. 

For one thing these guys are too…soft. Vanilla. They’re just too nice. Abhi is in her ass, by request, and the man under her is someone whose name she has forgotten now. Pankaj? Pravin? Something like that. He is an anesthesiologist she remembers.

The orgasms that she has had so far are mild, tame ones, not the body shuddering, mind quaking ones she has with Prakash and sometimes with Ganesh or Inder. 

Earlier, after the shots, she started to feel good, a feeling of wellbeing that cannot be explained simply by the shots of Bailey. 

Everything seemed to have acquired a bright and simultaneously hazy outline. Jokes seemed funnier, people more interesting than before. The paintings on the walls, that she had previously though banal were now explosions of color. She felt that perhaps the drinks had been spiked with something, perhaps LSD. 

Everyone seemed so much friendlier. She felt very close to everyone, like she had known them all her life. 

There was soft music that she had not been aware of previously, but occasionally it seems to fill the room, the soft percussion beating in time with her heart. The jazzy sounds seemed especially soothing, sexy somehow.

The auction proceeded much as the first one had until all four women had been “sold.” Menaka and Abhi as the hosts were exempt, and allowed to join any of the couples as they wished. Those seemed to be the rules. 

After the women had been duly purchased and attached to their masters, they were all lined up along the wall and were ordered to undress to their bra and panties so the buyers could inspect what they had purchased. 

Their limbs were inspected, their breasts weighed and evaluated and jokes made about how big one was or how soft. Everything was fun and the jokes hilarious. 

The women were supposed to be silent during this period, but there were invariable giggles and sighs and other sounds. 

Finally, the underwear too was taken off and the women were clad now only in their veils, completely naked otherwise. Pussies were inspected visually and manually, to make sure the purchasers were happy. Swati wondered if there were video cameras installed to record these events for posterity, and even though she couldn’t see any, decided that there might be. 

She went along with the role play with a little bit of insubordination that everyone found amusing. She made unnecessary moans when her man pulled on her nipples for example, and a quiet scream when he fingered her pussy. The other women too began to follow her lead much to everyone’s pleasure. 

Eventually the men too shed their robes, and Swati was able to see all the stiff members. SHe had a moment of insight then, perhaps drug fueled, that men were more insecure in their bodies, especially their penises, than women were in theirs. Baldev was indeed big, as advertised, even though he was limp at that point. 

But that was the extent of the group activities. 

Initially, she was visualizing an orgy on those comfortable mattresses, but it turned out to be only the staging ground for what was to come. It seemed that the pairs would go to different bedrooms and spend the night, but the men at least were free to switch partners at any time, and perhaps even double up on a woman if all were in agreement. It was all very polite and consensual. 


Menaka decides to join Ashok and Aparna in one of the bedrooms. When Pankaj (or Pravin) pulls her along, she goes with him, wondering what will happen next. It is surreal to experience this “group sex game,” as Abhi calls it.

Pravin (she decides she will call him Pravin) is gentle with her as he caresses her body, then licks her all over, paying special attention to her pussy and breasts. He is a little rough with the nipple sucking, but nothing that Swati cannot handle. 

Between lover-like caresses, he keeps breathing how beautiful she is and how big and lovely her tits are and so on. It is different from Ashok, and well, it’s nice. No other word for it. 

Then it is time for her to suck him, just like in a porn movie. 

She does this for a long time, and Pravin is not very resilient, able to hold on for a just a short time until he finally shudders his orgasm into her mouth. His semen is watery, and tastes a little fishy, but not too bad. She swallows it all, much to his pleasure. Since Ashok isn’t there, she feels free to let her newfound inner slut out. Anyway, that’s the whole idea isn’t it? 

Now it is time to get to the actual sex.

Only one problem. Pravin is limp. No matter. Once she gets done with him, he will not only be able to fuck, but also last longer. Hopefully. 

“Don’t worry,” she says, her voice soft and comforting. Take your time. Use me like a fuck doll. I am the sexpot of your dreams, just use me like you might a whore you bought for the night. I have no feelings, no opinion, whatever you want is yours. Go on…”

Swati lies supine and lets him play with her body. 

He runs his hands along her inner thighs, her breasts, her neck, her smooth flanks, and she gasps and moans and makes mewling sounds, not all play acting. 

He pulls and twists her nipples, squeezes her breasts, even outs his hand around her neck in an experimental way but doesn’t actually choke her. 

His fingers dip into her honey pot, and a quick stab into her asshole makes her quiver.  Soon she can feel him growing hard against her thigh. 

Abhi makes his entrance into the room at this moment. No knock. The first indication of his presence is the feel of another pair of hands on her tits. 

“Oh! I’ve been waiting all evening to feel these puppies,” he says, as he palms and squeezes her tits, pulling on the rubbery nipples with surprising roughness.

She wonders if he knows something of her tastes. But how could he?

“Abhi! What a surprise,” she says, the image of him shimmering in the half light.

He is larger and thicker than Pravin, not yet fully erect, and his balls hang low. It is a welcome surprise after the relatively smaller Pravin. Abhi isn’t in Baldev’s league who she was disappointed not to land, but still very decent.

“You are so sexy!” He breathes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the first day I saw you at the resort.

“We should make it special,” she says and winks at him. “I too have been waiting for you to make a move.” Her voice is all tease and seduction.

This surprises Abhi because his mouth opens with shock, then he laughs, a surprised guffaw. Clearly he was expecting something else, perhaps a reprimand for lusting after other women.

“What did you have in mind?” His voice is equally low and seductive.

Instead of replying, she rises and turns around and presents her round ass to him. She can only imagine what it looks like to him. Large white half moons with treasures in between the well padded cheeks. 

Abhi is even more surprised. 

“Ass? Really?” He sounds surprised. 

He takes hold of his cock with one hand and waggles it at her like a weapon, as she smiles at him over her shoulder. 

“Sure you can take this?”

Pravin in the meanwhile is feeling neglected. “I bought you, bitch,” he says, the first crude word she has heard all evening. “You’re my slave girl!” His voice is petulant, a kid whose lollipop has been taken away by a bully. 

“Darlin’ I didn’t forget you,” she coos at him in her best bedroom voice. I do have other holes…other skills.”

Pravin is as shocked as Abhi was a minute ago. 

Perhaps this isn’t the behavior they expect from a Sati-Savitri housewife type. Despite all their swinging and sex games, these men are, at heart, prudes. 

“But I get first dibs at your pussy, don’t I?” Pravin’s voice is pathetic, pleading. He looks from Abhi to Swati and back again.

Swati takes charge and says, “Honey, you will have first crack at my pussy.” 

Her head feels light and the images in the room seem to have taken on an unusual brightness. She blinks rapidly to clear her vision. She is feeling no pain and actually very pleasant. She laughs and even though there is no joke, both Abhi and Pravin laugh with her. 

She dips her hand between her thighs, and brings out some of her juices and waves it under his nose. Then she sticks her fingers into his shocked mouth. He licks and slurps at them with the eagerness of a baby calf.

“Do you want to suck my pussy, baby? Lick it like an ice cream cone?” She makes it sound enticing and sexy. 

Pravin nods, a slow up and down movement of his head. He is grinning stupidly, as though he has just received the keys to the kingdom.

She gently guides him and lays him on his back and then straddles him, so her pussy is over his face. She takes his organ into her mouth and gently nibbles on it. This action alone makes her feels very happy. It is as though she was craving for something in her mouth. 

“Go on,” she says, and Pravin sticks his tongue out and licks her clit. The feeling is immediately electric. Swati sighs deeply in satisfaction. 

She then turns her attention to Abhi. He is till standing with his erect dick in his hand. “Come baby. Stick it in my ass.”

If Pravin has any issues with Abhi’s dick only an inch away from his face, he doesn’t say anything. He continues to lick at there pussy in an inept way that tells Swati that this is not something he does all the time. Or at all. Despite all that, it is pleasurable. 

She feels Abhi moving behind her, the thick mattress settling, dipping, as his knees straddle her body. She gives him a sultry look over her shoulder and says, “Yeah, baby, go ahead, do it…” 

He says nothing, just nods and concentrates on the task at hand. 

Swati returns her attention to Pravin’s erect cock, now pulsing with each heartbeat, standing like a small tree stump. 

She feels a coolness on her ass, then something hard but yielding at the same time. Then her anal ring parts and Abhi is in her ass. At least a couple of inches of his cock. She shudders and makes a deep moan around the cock in her mouth as he pushes deeper. 

Then he is in all the way and begins a languid in-and-out motion, changing his angle slightly with each thrust that makes Swati shudder and moan. 

[Sincemany]

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[Sarran Raj]

Awesome

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excellent ?

[S Darko]

Why the ? after excellent?

[pro10]

Why the ? after excellent?

It was an emoji by phone keypad. which is not allowed I think thats why it became question mark. It was a love sign

[dragonslair]

Great going

[S Darko]

It was an emoji by phone keypad. which is not allowed I think thats why it became question mark. It was a love sign

Aha. In that case, thank you!

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