Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

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Thank you for the unexpected update.

[abcturbine]

Amazing update......
You are a GEM writer of this forum...
Missed your writings so much...
Thanks for coming up again....

[creamydelight]

Great update, in the manner of a recap.

[Redbull_69]

Superb....

[Gilmalover]

Super

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Missing Swati. 

[abcturbine]

Missing your writings...

[Rockket Raja]

Why stopped? Please complete.

[pro10]

Why stopped? Please complete.

It is not stopped buddy. The writer has told before, of personal problem.

That's why little unprecedented pause. It will be completed, definitely. Hang on there with little patience maybe. It will be paid off.

[S Darko]

Hello All, I am aware of the delays, but bear with me. I definitely intend to complete the story. I have some personal issues I am dealing with that don't allow me enough time to write and post. Thanks for your understanding. 

Also, the credit for the central idea in this episode goes to Pro10.


With that, Swati launches into her story. 


That evening, when she arrived at the chawl after texting Prakash she was coming over, she found him on the street, looking at a large cardboard box, smoking a cigarette. The butcher across the street had apparently purchased a large new freezer, and this was the box. The delivery men had been about to take it away for recycling when Prakash had seen some possibilities in the box and told them to leave it where it was. 

When she reached him, he openly fondled her breasts with the chawl people watching. Both men and women, although the ooh’s and aah’s were from the women. He stood in front of her and fondled with both hands, looking around with a goofy grin and a proprietorial look of one exhibiting his prize circus animal. 

Swati was used to this. 

It was part of the humiliation of being objectified, of being treated like no more than a possession. 

She had taken to doing her makeup differently than usual as though it was some kind of disguise, even though deep down she knew it was just a lie she told herself. Regardless, the truth was that this was such a different environment and she really had no idea what she was letting herself into.

Prakash and another guy carried the sturdy box to the back of the tenement and placed it over the concrete rectangle where a tap stuck out of the wall. This, she learned, was called the mori where all the residents of the place bathed, washed clothes, and did sundry other things that needed running water. Not that the water came all the time. There were timings for that, something that Swati could not even comprehend.

One corner of the box had been slit open lengthwise to remove the freezer, and this could now be used as a flap to enter and exit the box. It was a good-sized box, large enough for a couple of people to stand in, but the best thing about it was that once the flap was closed, and the top repositioned, it was almost entirely dark inside.

Prakash said, “I’m going to blindfold you and tie your hands behind your back, then put you in there and then send in guys one by one. You can see the guy or touch them. You have to suck cock and…maybe fuck him too if you want, but this is the game. You have to guess the guy’s age without touching any part of his body except his cock.”

A few men she knew stood outside the box, looking at it, hands stroking chins, wondering what was going on. Three other men from the chawl were there too, men she did not know, but they looked middle-aged, curious, and Swati judged probably married, but always horny for some new cunt to fuck. 

And she was in just the right place and time to give it to them. 

The idea Prakash was proposing sounded intriguing, but the obvious question came to her mind. 

“Malik, what happens if I am right, and what happens if I’m wrong?”

Prakash turned from surveying the box to her. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek like he might a pet dog. He turned her so he was behind her and dipped a hand into her kurta and scooped out a boob in full view of the men around them. 

Her breast hung obscenely, sticking out, constricted, and pushed up by the neckline of her kurta. Prakash absently pulled on her nipple, causing her to moan.

“Hmm. I have to think about it, but if you’re right, you’ll get a reward, and if you’re wrong, um…three times, you’ll be punished.”

Prakash rolled the nipple between forefinger and thumb, then pinched harder, pulling the nipple out and away from her body.

“Aaah! And what’s the reward and what’s the punishment?”

Prakash hadn’t thought this through.

“Punishment is you have to drink my pee. I will put my cock in your mouth and pee, and you have to swallow. That’s the punishment.” 

Prakash grinned widely. He was sure he had hit upon the best punishment he could devise at that moment. Later, he might rethink it, but for now, this was good. 

Swati’s heart sank. She had never indulged in piss play, golden showers, or whatever they were called although she had seen some websites that specialized in that. But there was no alternative. She wasn’t in a position to call the shots. Any attempt to protest would result in a beating or worse. 

But the idea of the box put her in mind of glory hole porn she had seen and sometimes wondered about. 

“I have a better idea,” Swati said, moaning and trying to twist away from his pinching hand.

“Better idea?” 

Prakash looked her uneven tits, one inside and the other hanging out, and shook his head at the asymmetry of things. He thrust his hand in and scooped out the other breast. Now both were exposed, riding high and squished together. Still from behind her, he rolled both nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing, pulling. 

The neckline of her kameez was stretched to the point of ripping. She felt the fabric give a little.

“Ye-ah, aaah! Umm, aah!” Swati was moaning like a bitch in heat. She was at the point that breast and nipple play alone could arouse her. Sometimes she could come with titty play alone. 

“Can we fuck her now?” 

It was one of the men around them who had been taking a keen interest in the conversation. He was middle-aged, with a gray beard, and wearing a sweater and lungi. 

Prakash waved him away.

“What better idea, bitch?”

“What if we make holes in the wall and the men can stick their dicks in? I can be inside and use my hands and mouth…or other parts to test their cocks and tell their age?” 

Swati was very excited about this new idea. Prakash had come up with the core of the plan, but it was her idea to make it a glory hole. It had been one of her fantasies, and it seemed to be coming together.

“Hmm,” said Prakash, hefting the weight of both breasts in his palms and softly jiggling them.

“Ufff!” It was the same man. “Can I touch?”

“Oh fuck off man, can’t you see I’m thinking here?” Prakash said. Then, seeing the crestfallen expression on the man’s face, he said, “Oh go on, play with her tits if you want.” 

He vacated his position behind her, allowing the guy to get into his spot. 

The man wasted no time in manhandling her tits, pulling and twisting and pawing. His hands were rough, workman hands, callused and abrasive. Swati felt the discomfort, but it was exactly this treatment that brought her to the chawl. She craved it like a heroin addict needs her fix. If needed, she would have crawled there, just for this kind of treatment. 

She leaned back against the man and moaned loudly.

“Oh wow, this is some kind of whore you got here, Prakash Bhai,” the man said. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Prakash said. “I think your hole idea is good.” Then he turned to the men around him, by now there were seven of them. “You guys aren’t shy or anything, are you?”

There was a chorus of men saying no. One more man stepped in front of Swati and took control of one boob. 

“So heavy and beautiful!” 

Two more men came closer and started to paw at her breasts. 

The first man behind her protested but the others shut him up. “It’s not like she’s your maal! She belongs to Prakash Bhai. If he says it’s okay, it’s for all of us to share,” he said. “Isn’t it Prakash Bhai?”

Prakash nodded absently and walked around the box, trying to understand the logistics of what his bitch had just told him. Finally, he said, “Sure, yeah. We can make four holes, one in each wall and we can have four men around at a time. That should be good enough for the whore.”

By now, one of the men had found the string that held her salwar up and loosened it. She was in danger of being stripped naked right there on the street. Expect it wasn’t exactly the street but rather the narrow lane behind the house. 

Her salwar fell to her feet, puddling around her ankles, and someone, probably the guy behind her, pulled her kurta up until it covered her face. He left it there, trapping both her arms, but not before he had worked her boobs out of the clothes. 

There was the matter of the bra, but it wasn’t covering anything anyway, and soon that too was unclasped and hung limply over her stomach. 

She wasn’t wearing panties—no sense wearing them because they usually disappeared at the end of these sessions. 

When her lack of panties was revealed, there was a gasp among the men.

“She doesn’t wear a chaddi!” said one of the men.

“Naked under the salwar!”

“What a whore!”

Another said, “Best to get laid, the slut that she is.”

“Yes, yes,” a couple of the other men agreed.

She couldn’t see any of them because of the kameez covering her face, but she shivered with anticipation and sheer delicious depravity of the situation. 

Swati stood in the narrow lane, surrounded by men she did not know, all low class and smelly and making crude statements, mostly about her body parts, her lack of morals, and what a whore she must be if she was doing this. 

Hands roamed all around her body. Her legs were jerked apart and fingers were inserted into her holes, first her cunt, but later, more boldly, into her ass too. 

She was lubricating furiously, already on the cusp of her first orgasm, effectively blindfolded and arms constrained. 

Any minute she would be fucked in all her holes in the middle of the chawl. 

Probably standing up, one of her favorite positions. 

All her previous episodes had been in either Prakash’s room or that one time in Mahender’s room. 

She heard Prakash say, “Cut it out, guys. Go away now and come back in fifteen minutes. We’re going to play a game, and I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

[anjali]

Super update

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As expected, the wait was worthy.
I can only assume what storm the next update can bring.
loved it. 

thank you. 

[abcturbine]

Thanks for such a wonderful update....
Amazing.....

[Ashbot]

Awesome update

[sexycharan]

Fantastic update

[fuckandforget]

Super bro

[Askk2me]

Wow, taking things quite a few notches up.... Superb

[incest_cuck]

This is certainly one of the best stories I've read since Xossip closed down.

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This is certainly one of the best stories I've read since Xossip closed down.

I will give The best award, any day if I can. 
you discovered it late.
better late, than never.

[S Darko]

The men’s hands fell away, and she almost screamed in frustration. What was it to Prakash if a few of the guys fucked her first, put the fires out, so to speak? After all, everyone was going to get a chance to fuck her one way or the other. But it wasn’t to be. 


“Aw, come on!” one of the guys said. “Lets keep the party going!” another said.

Prakash was enigmatic. “The night is young,” he said, “And the movie is far from over,” and Swati’s body shook in anticipation. 

Who knew what perverted ideas he had? Hopefully, it would be delicious as always. She wished again, he would take her to the room which would be warmer, but again, the discomfort was part of the pleasure, wasn’t it? 

Some of the men seemed to understand the game, but some wanted more that to be just sucked off. They wanted to fuck the voluptuous beauty who from all appearances had actually come to their chawl to fulfill their fantasies. 

Most  of the guys heeded Prakash’s words, but several just backed off several feet and waited and watched. Prakash looked at them with thinly veiled anger and then yelled at them. He punctuated his curses by slapping at her tits, one slap for each 'sisterfucker' or 'motherfucker.'

They finally scattered and disappeared from view. Swati had no doubt that some of them were peeking from behind partially open doors or windows or bits of construction material that the chawl had been constructed from.

As soon as the men left, Prakash stripped her of what few clothes remained. He seemed in a hurry, his lust unable to be contained. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice hoarse, and pulled her over. 

He bent her over the tap in the mori, and took her from behind. 

He didn’t even bother to undress; just pulled his cock out and entered her. A sort of priming of the pump, an auspicious beginning for the fun and games he had planned for the day. He must not have been able to contain himself at the sight of her ripe naked body, a plaything for lower-class men, a body he lorded over like a proprietor.

Swati hung on to the pipe with both hands for dear life, her head occasionally thumping into the wall while he fucked her boiling cunt hard and fast, just the way she wanted it, and soon both of them were grunting and panting and coming from the excitement and novelty of the situation. 

After he’d finished and she had sucked his cock clean, he pushed her inside the box and started cutting holes in the walls.

She stood inside the box, shaking with anticipation and fingering herself as she waited naked in the cold. 

The chilly air made her nipples hard as diamonds, and her clit throbbed with an otherworldly fire despite the cold. 

She wished Prakash had moved this indoors. But there was a thrill in the discomfort too, as she had found out lately. Prakash had closed the open flap, so she was in near complete darkness except for the narrow shaft of twilight that came in through the two holes he had cut in the walls. He was working on the third hole with what appeared to be a box cutter with speed.

“So whore, you’re up for more action tonight, huh? You know you’re going to get the answers wrong, so better prepare for the punishment.”

Swati trembled violently, simply thinking about what Prakash might have in store for her. “Yes Malik.”

It was a few minutes later she heard Prakash say, “Ready bitch?”

One of the holes in the wall to her right went dark as an erect cock was inserted into it. She couldn’t see much, but she could make out something. She fell to her knees and engulfed the cock with her mouth, not even stopping to feel it with her hands.

A few minutes of hard sucking went by, both participants moaning in the pleasure it gave them. Swati was, of course, fingering herself madly.

Prakash said, “Okay whore, what’s your guess?”

She thought about it for a second before answering. There was really no way to tell the age. The cock was about as rigid as she had seen and it had been a few minutes and the man had shown no signs of coming. She regretted signing up for this game, but also shivered with anticipation for the punishment which would surely come.

She made a random guess, “forty five!”

“Very good whore, he’s forty three, so I’ll give it to you. Now look to your left. And don’t leave this one hanging or there will be severe consequences.” He gave a soft chuckle as the man getting his cock sucked said something.

Swati looked to her left and there was another cock there, veiny, and black as the night. By now, she had adjusted to the darkness and could make out some detail.
She reached out and started stroking the new cock. 

“Another one on the right,” Prakash said, and sure enough, there was. 

Pretty soon, Swati was occupied fully, mouth on one cock, two hands busy with two more, one to the right and one to the left. She was moaning in frustration as she couldn’t finger herself.

Then she had an idea. She reversed herself and impaled her drenched cunt on the middle cock and continued backhand stroking the other two. 

The flap opened and a man entered. At least she thought it was a man. He wore a lungi, and as soon as he could see her position, he pulled his lungi up and shoved his cock in her mouth. Both his hands went to her tits and started roughly kneading and pulling. 

Swati was delirious with the sensations.  He lost count of the number of men she serviced, and called out random numbers when Prakash asked for the men’s ages. 

When she was done, an hour or more later, she had come seven times, and she thought she might have fucked twenty men in total. With her hands, her pussy and mouth. No one took her ass. Not so far.

The box was abruptly pulled away and she stood, saturated and wet from the saliva and cum that covered her body. Gobs of liquid streamed down her torso as she stood upright. Her back ached after being bent over for so long. She stretched, pushing her tits out to ease the crick in her lower back. The men hooted at this apparent display of whorishness.

A yellow moon hung low in the sky, and an anemic yellow bulb glowed over the mori. A whole bunch of men stood all around her, laughing and hooting. Some were taking pulls from bottles of country liquor, some were smoking beedies, and some joints. The smell was a dead giveaway.

Most of the men wore sweaters or jackets, and they’d only loosened their trousers or pulled up their lungis to fuck her orifices. She was the only one that was stark naked. 

“You didn’t do well my dear whore,” Prakash said, shaking his head in mock sadness. “I will have to punish you.”

The men snickered. They were clearly aware of the tableau that was playing out, much to her detriment. 

She put on a brave face and looked at Prakash.

Swati of course had no way of telling if he was lying or telling the truth, and besides, she knew the deck was stacked against her from the beginning. There was no way she could verify what he was saying. She put her hands on her hips and stretched her back again, hoping it didn’t look insolent.

She hung her head, and with the back of her hand wiped away some of the saliva and cum from her face. 

“On your knees bitch!”

The concrete was cold and hard under her knees. After her exertions in the enclosed box, Swati had worked up a little bit of sweat and the cool night air felt welcome, but she knew she would start feeling cold soon.

Prakash stood in front of her and two more men she didn’t recognize on two sides. Prakash and one of the men unzipped while the third, still puffing on a joint, pulled his lungi up.

Swati looked at the man with the joint and said, “One puff?”

The man looked startled, and the other two laughed out loud. 

“She’s in a party mood for sure,” one man said to his friend. 

The man with the joint passed it over, and Swati, still kneeling, took a couple of puffs, and like she had done in college, held it in as long as she could. 

Then she took a breath and opened her mouth wide and engulfed his cock and blew the smoke all around his erect member. The man yelped in surprise and pleasure. 

After a few moments of sucking, she turned to receive whatever Prakash had in store for her. 

They had her suck them to full stiffness, then there was some confusion while they looked to Prakash for direction. He too looked nonplussed and then called to someone in the crowd.

A string cot was brought and one of the men lay down on it. The cot sagged under the man's weight, but not too much. 

Swati was positioned on his cock, his member sliding into her well lubricated cunt easily. The second man took her anally, straddling the thin cot, and Swati waited for Prakash to stuff her mouth. She was confused. Was this was supposed to be her punishment or reward? He knew that she loved to be made air tight, so what was this? 

She would find out soon.

Swati was in delirious ecstasy as she was triple penetrated and within a few minutes was on the edge of orgasm in both her nether holes when Prakash gave a sharp command and all movement ceased.

She writhed in frustration, her orgasm so near, yet unattainable. 

It wasn’t that she hadn’t come earlier that evening, but she had become addicted, dependent even on the multiple orgasms that these men gifted her. 

She wriggled her hips and moaned throatily, trying to get the men to move. 

She tried to move her hips, but strong hands held her tightly in place. 

She found she couldn’t move a muscle, and try as she might to clench her pelvic muscles, there was no friction to be had. 

She tried to scream her frustration, but her throat was too far plugged with cock for more than a thin sound to emerge.