Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[abcturbine]

Update please.....

[Dorabooji]

Where is swati?

[nostonari]

what happen to the amazing writter?

[Askk2me]

Updates please. This is one of the best original stories in this forum, it will be sad if writer has lost interest in updating the story.

[S Darko]

Updates please. This is one of the best original stories in this forum, it will be sad if writer has lost interest in updating the story.

My apologies. Update will come soon. I got caught up with one member's request to add photos.

[S Darko]

Nikolai, also known as Nakul bhai, sits in his flat, sipping a whiskey with ice. He is a purist, no mixed cocktails for him. He is dressed only in his gold nightgown, open at the front, something he was inspired to buy after watching a movie. 

The two women who are there for the evening are trying their best to get him off. They are women from the brothel the runs, and they know he is the boss, and mean. 

One naked woman kneels between his splayed legs and sucks his cock. His cock too, like the rest of him, is white. There is, in fact, only one patch, the size of a postage stamp around his asshole, that shows his true color--dark brown. Regardless of the color of his member, she has been sucking him a long time, and he is not finding the excitement that is required to make him come. 

His mind is on the picture that Prakash, the stupid guard at the corporate building, has sent. Not even a real guard, just the guy that sits at the garage entrance that in any case has an automated gate and cameras. 

The second woman, also naked, is pushing her tits into his face for his to suck or do whatever he pleases. He fondles the hanging bags of flesh absently and then pushes her away.

“Leave it,” he says to the girl still trying to suck him to completion. 

She takes her mouth off his stiff penis with a pop. “My jaws are getting tired.”

Such insolence! He backhands her, and she falls on her ass, an expression of surprise and hurt on her face. Then she spreads her knees and displays her brown pussy to him. It is shaved and glistening. The inner labia are wattled and darker, and they flop out of her asymmetrically.  

“Would you like this instead?” She coos at him. There is fear behind the expression. Nikolai can tell it is a fake passion. What he would give to get a whore like Swati to do the same thing for him. It would be different. Her passion would be real, he is sure. Her pussy would look prettier, her boobs would be awesome, out of this world. 

He turns away from the girl and tells them both to get out. 

“Go home,” says, feeling magnanimous. “Chutti for today.”

They look  him with huge disbelieving eyes, not sure if this is another of his perverted games.

When they are gone, he pulls out his phone and looks at the naked image of Swati. In it, she is naked, her hands behind her head, her breasts thrust out and ripe as mangoes in season. The nipples are erect and at least half an inch long, if not a whole inch. Nikolai can’t wait to sample them himself. He takes his time, blowing up the image and focusing on each body part in turn. Her midriff is flat and her navel deep. There is some fat on her. Good for holding on to.
Her legs are slightly parted and her shaved pussy is pink, not like the girl from a few moments ago. This is one top class maal. He zooms in, and he can barely see the pixillated inner lips just peeking out, not hanging out obscenely like the girl he has just sent away. He licks his lips.

Nikolai can feel the need, the raw and naked need, and he reaches for the lotion on the table next to him. He alternately fixes his eyes on Swati’s image as he masturbates furiously, his hand a blur of motion. As he spurts his seed, he can see her smile at him and blow him a kiss.

Spent, he still cannot get her out of his mind. 

After a while, he picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Yeah Nawaz? What happened to the video you guys were supposed to make?” He keeps his tone neutral, trying hard not to betray any excitement. He knows this phone call alone might drive up the price, but he is desperate. Nikolai has to have her. 

“Bhai, it will take a few days. The bitch isn’t in town this week.”

“Oh…” Nikolai can taste the bitterness, but he keeps it out of his voice. “Nothing. No hurry. Just that I was low on inventory. Let me know as soon as possible, yeah?”

“Sure Bhai. Will do.”


Nikolai relaxes his strange accent and makes the next call to his contact, this time a real Russian. 

“Alexei?”

“Ramsaran?”

“Yes Alexei,” he says, responding to his real name. The Russian is one of the few people who know his real name, know that because of his skin affliction, he has been passing as a foreigner, a Russian, and using the name Nikolai and affecting his ridiculous accent, but the guy doesn’t mind. That is, as long as Ramsaran keeps supplying him with what he wants. 

“What you got, man?”

“Alexi…my friend, I have a line on a fantastic maal. I will let you know once I have tasted the goods. But I just wanted you to know. Da?” Nikolai has been trying to learn a few real Russian words to give more credence to his fiction.

“Da!" Alexei laughs out loud. "Okay…good. What do you want?”

“Fifty petis now and fifty later.” Ramsaran makes his voice as flat and disinterested as he can, but his heart is thudding in his chest. 

Alexei is not a man to be crossed. The last guy that tried was killed slowly over many days. But before that, he saw his wife packed off to be a prostitute for life. And his son was killed, very slowly, in front of him. No doubt the man regretted his actions, but what was the point? He was dead, his child was dead, and his wife as good as dead. No, he thinks. The value of the lesson was not for the man, but for others. A cautionary tale.

Alexei whistles through his teeth. “That much huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll get it to you in a few days. Better be good, or you know what will happen, yeah?”

“Yeah. Paka.” He doens't say Da svidaniya, a more formal way of saying goodbye. Even Ramsaran, village bumpkin from Lodhpur, Agra district, can learn some new things. 

He hangs up. Opens his phone and looks at his latest sweetheart, Swati again. 

She seems to be grinning at him. And winking.

[drillhot]

Awesome, now swati has to resign her job and go out to places and take up whore job.

[abcturbine]

Amazing....
True eroticism.....
Waiting for next....

[pro10]

Thanks for the update. 
Expecting more raunchy sex and submissiveness

[S Darko]

Swati awakes sometime in the night and looks at her phone. It is three in the morning. Pravin is fast asleep, his mouth slack, snoring slightly. The other side of the bed is empty.


She rises, her mouth dry. She needs a drink of water. Right now no liquor in the world would do, no soda, nothing other than cool water. She pads to the attached bathroom, and finds a glass by the sink. She fills up a glass and drinks deep, fills it again, and drinks half of that, and feels better. 

Swati pads back to the bedroom, stark naked, and stands at the foot of the bed looking at Pravin. Abhi has gone, presumably sleeping, or if he has the energy, fucking one of the other women. Pravin still snores, softly, like a kitten. He is on his back, naked except for the sheet that partially covers his upper body. He is slightly pudgy, but in modestly good shape for an Indian male in his mid-thirties. His cock is soft, curled like a kitten between his thighs.

After the ass fucking with Abhi and the simultaneous pussy licking by Pravin, they took a breather. Abhi produced a joint that they all shared, and then they fell to caressing each other softly. Pravin had already come in her mouth while she was getting her ass reamed out, and yet he rose to the occasion. 

Swati suspected there might have been some Viagra for the men in addition to the ecstasy in the Bailey, but she was past caring. In fact, she would have been disappointed if the men did not have erections. 

When Pravin was ready, she straddled him softly, and sank her warm and wet pussy onto his hardness, and he moaned deep in his throat in appreciation. Abhi stood up and nudged her cheek with his rampant member. She turned her cheek and opened her mouth, and took him in. 

The three-way coupling proceeded with moans and groans and when all three had reached their apogees, they subsided. Pravin was the pathetically grateful one, for she had promised him first crack at her pussy and she had delivered.

“It is like velvet,” he said. “So soft and still so tight.” Then he adds, “and wet. Oh, the feeling is so good, so sublime. And your tits, they’re so soft, yet firm, and the nipples, so springy and tasty…”

Swati smiled at the compliments. She plants a kiss on his lips in order to shut him up. It is a little embarrassing, these awkward compliments Pravin was showering on her. 

Abhi, on the other hand, smiled at her, a superior, smarmy smile, as though it was he who has done her a favor by letting her suck his cock and letting her swallow his cum. 

In the moonlight that is streaming in through the tall window, Swati thinks no one has hurt her at all, and it has all been soft and sensuous and yes, pleasurable. But there is not the edgy and raw feeling of lust beyond control, the feeling of abandon, the devil may care attitude, she feels with Prakash. She suddenly wishes he were here to take her masterfully. There is no master-slave relationship here. It is sex among equals. This is the #MeToo generation, afraid to cross lines and boundaries.

Then there is movement in the dark and a large shape comes at her. Large hands reach for her and grab her by the shoulders. Swati suppresses a scream at the suddenness of the movement. The man is large, powerful—she can feel it in the strength of his arms. There is something of the predator in him too, in the way he moves silently, powerfully.

White teeth glint in the moonlight as he smiles, and she recognizes Baldev, the Punjabi brother-in-law.

“I know you wanted me to pick you,” he whispers in her ear. His hands are stroking her flanks, and she moves into him as though pulled by a powerful magnet. 

“Nooo,” she whispers in mock protest. She knows as well as he that what he said is true. 

He grabs and draws her hand to his groin, and she gasps. She has known of course that he was well-endowed. His sister-in-law and girlfriend for the night, Aparna, had shown her, between giggles, the measure of his member by clutching her forearm midway between wrist and elbow, and Swati now realized what she said was true. She had seen him of course, earlier, when everyone was in a state of undress, but he’d been soft then. 

Not now though. She can feel his girth as he rubs up against her thigh. He feels hard, but also moist. She can tell he, or rather his cock, has been somewhere recently, probably Sudha’s cunt, the woman he purchased for the night. Swati feels proud and special that despite having a hot woman to fuck all night, he has come to find her. No doubt he has worn out the voluptuous Sudha, probably fucked her in all her holes, and she must be fast asleep now. 

Aparna has told her about Baldev’s tastes, so Swati isn’t surprised when after some initial fondling, he turns her around with some force and bends her down against the footboard of the bed. 

“You’re a whore, aren’t you?” His voice is a hoarse, low rasp as he manhandles her.

She grabs the solid wood with both her hands, looking down at the peacefully sleeping Pravin and feels Baldev's rough hands on her ass.
 
Baldev separates her cheeks with both hands and then pokes an experimental finger into each of her holes. 

“Wet both holes, I see!” He chuckles, delighted with his discovery. Her ass and cunt are both wet from the previous rounds of sex she has had with Abhi and then Pravin. 

Baldev sounds like he expected this. “I knew it! I knew it from the look you gave me. I know what you need. Baldev is the man to give it to you. Not the nimbu-paani Pravin types.” He scoffs at the sleeping man. 

Swati likes the roughness of his approach. It reminds her of Prakash when he had bent her over in the little balcony off the conference room and fucked her ass in front of an audience across the street. 

Baldev’s hands come around and grab her breasts tight. He squeezes as hard as he can, and she tries to muffle her scream at the sudden pain. Not that she has not been titty tortured before, but the suddenness of his motions have made her vulnerable and panting for more. 

In the bed, Pravin stirs. What will he do if he wakes up and finds the woman he’s purchased for the night being violated in front of his eyes? Nothing, most probably. Nimbu-paani, like Baldev said.

Baldev is whispering in her ear. “You are one hot cunt, aren’t you, whore?”

He has her hair balled up in one hand and her head is painfully pulled back, and she can’t even nod. All she can do is gasp. 

“You get it on with your office colleagues, don’t you cunt?”

She gasps again, lacking the power to conform or deny.

“I bet you fuck the chaprasi types, the cleaners, the low level guys, don’t you?” His voice is delighted, vicious. 

Swati cannot tell him how close to the truth he is, and she knows he doesn’t care. A moment of panic crosses her mind; does he really know, or are these just power and sex games for him? Is it possible that he knows? 

“How would you know something like that?” Her tone is neutral, not admitting to what he is implying. Or denying it. Very lawyer-like, she thinks.

He chuckles deep in his beard. “The look in your slut eyes, bitch,” he says. “And also, you think I missed that arrow pointing down at your slut cunt?”

Swati has taken care that her bush remains in pristine condition. She has taken the time and effort to shape the arrow her trimmed bush makes. She wasn't sure it was visible in the dimly lit drawing room where they had congregated before pairing off, but clearly, Baldev’s sleepy eyes had missed nothing. 

Regardless, she decides that all that Baldev has said in mere conjecture. He doesn’t know anything. 

Then she relaxes into his powerful grip.

Baldev starts inserting his giant cock into her ass. That, it seems, is his preference. He could have chosen either hole from the position she was in, but ass is what it was.

Swati whimpers and tries to relax as she accommodates him.

[pro10]

Lovely update. Please dont leave the story again.

[Manikandarajesh]

Very nice .. go on dude

[nostonari]

welcome back bro. very good update

[abcturbine]

Great story....
Excellent narration.....
More please.....

[S Darko]

Baldev is huge. 


There is no other word for it. Even though Swati is used to anal sex, and Prakash isn’t small by any means, Baldev is in a separate class altogether. She supposes she should have figured it from his large, muscular body. It seems that he has the capacity to grow much larger than his limp form—which was impressive to begin with—would suggest. 

He reams her out, pulling her head back and kissing her roughly. He bites her lips, sticks his tongue into her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. Every few minutes, he switches holes, now in her pussy, now again in her ass, fucking savagely, brutally, changing angles, depths, one of his hands kneading and pinching and mauling her breasts, the other at her lower belly, clutching her close, or titillating her clit. 

Swati wonders if this is his usual style of fucking, raw and bestial, or if this is special, reserved for her. 

“Bitch!” He whispers with fondness. “You’re a fucking bitch aren’t you?” 

This seems to Swati like the catechism that she and Prakash go through from time to time. 

“Yes,” she whispers back, trying to muffle her moans. The fucking is intense and she is ecstatic. She feels like she is slipping into that special space in her mind where she is watching her body being abused. She isn't sure,  but she thinks this might be what people called subspace. Is she truly a submissive? Regardless, she feels this is more like it. 

“I’m a bitch whore, and I love it up the ass. You are the manly kind of man I was thirsting for. One who can douse the fire in my cunt, my body is burning up for you!” 

Baldev seems to like this, and he chuckles deep in his chest. His beard is like sandpaper on the tender skin of her cheek, her neck, and she loves it. 

“I knew it, I knew it!” He repeats this over and over. Unlike Prakash though, his tone is fond and polite, not full of anger and hatred. Swati misses that, but she takes what she is getting like a champ. 

Each time he pulls out, it seems as though he will pull her pussy or ass inside out. Her insides, the membranes that line her love tunnels, cling to his huge cock tighter than a second skin and the feeling  of pressure and fullness is heavenly. Every nerve ending is being stimulated, and it is all she can do not to scream aloud in pleasure. 

The feeling makes her head spin, her mind totally blown. It seems whatever lubrication she has produced is only a nanometer thick and just about adequate for the act of fucking. If not for that thin layer of moisture, their organs would have fused from all the heat and excitement. 

From time to time, she reaches one hand between her legs and caresses his huge dangling ball-sack. It is wet with her juices, and she smears the secretions all over and around, paying special attention to his low-hanging balls, sometimes squeezing them lightly, sometimes more roughly. He seems to love it.

“Hmmm. More, do it more,” he says and thrusts extra hard into her.  When she crushes his balls, he seems to grow even more inside her, the fit tighter despite the copious lubrication she is producing. 

After a few more minutes of intense thrusting, Swati comes. It is a huge orgasm that leaves her knees shaking, pelvis quaking. She loses control of her bladder, she thinks, or maybe she is squirting. 

Whatever. 

She can’t think very clearly. All she can do is hold on to the footboard of the bed as the orgasm quakes through her. Baldev stays deep inside her ass the whole time, his hand buried in her pussy and the other squeezing the life out of her breast, his hands slick with their sweat. 

For a while the only sounds are the ragged breathing of the two, their breaths rasping in and out of their throats.

“Is this a private party? Or can I join?”

It is Pravin, finally awake.

When she can breathe well enough to speak again, she says, “can you guys both fuck me at the same time?” 

Pravin reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp. She can see his face better now, and he is puzzled. “Like in the mouth and in the pussy?”

She shakes her head. “Like one in the pussy and one in the ass.”

Baldev chuckles. “I was going to suggest the very thing!”

Pravin’s face brightens. “A DP,” he says. “I’ve only seen that in porn movies. In real life, the position always seems awkward.”

“I think with Baldev’s strength and…equipment, we should be able to get it done,” she says, and Baldev chuckles again. 

“You want it classic or reverse cowgirl?”

He is speaking her language. She is quite knowledgeable in the terminology. 

She will face Pravin on the bed, his cock in her pussy, and Baldev will take her ass from behind. If all goes well, they may switch, and who knows, maybe a reverse cowgirl as well. It always looks good to her on film. 

Swati’s pussy continues to tingle after the fucking with Baldev. It is as if there’s an itch there that cannot be satisfied. Not with cock, not with a dildo or a vibe. She rubs at it, and her cunt reacts by getting wet again. 

After a period of recuperation, her breath slowing and becoming more even, Swati laves her raging pussy and asshole with a wet wipe, and she’s ready to go again. 

[nostonari]

you are awesome writer

[sexycharan]

Great update

[abcturbine]

Super........

[Askk2me]

Good to see regular updates are back again. Keep going....

[pro10]

what a lovely update..