Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Swati thought long and hard about Ramesh’s latest request. It was logical when she thought about it, but there was the big question: was it too much? There was exhibitionism and then there was shameless exhibitionism. 


Was she crossing a line? Was there even a line in this game she was playing? After all, she had fantasized about Ramesh shaving her, him fucking her—especially since Neetu had planted the image in her head, so this wasn’t that much in the scheme of things, was it?

Briefly, she thought of herself on the conference room table, her legs bent, feet near her ears, as Ramesh plowed into her furiously with his hopefully large tool. She didn't have a particular fetish for large penises, but somehow she thought Ramesh would have a big tool. Something about his build, his whip-like body, his stillness, and his economy of movement.

The last time, after her nude catwalk, and she was putting on her kameez—she wore her panties first, then the salwar, and then her bra, and finally the kameez, giving him the longest time to look at her tits. Tits he was evidently fascinated with. 
Her head was still in the kameez—a tight one today—and her head was covered with it, when he spoke.

“Madam, that gulabi thing…”

What gualbi thing? She tried to think what he might be referring to and then it clicked. He was asking about her vibrator dildo. 

She blushed as realization dawned. Oh God, she thought. He’s asking about the vibrator. How to answer this? She could pretend it was something else, something not related to sex. But she thought he knew what it was. At least from the way he asked about it. At least he had some idea. His next words confirmed it.

She wriggled her head out of the dress, and took her time smoothing it over her was it. Then, she slowly raised her head and looked at him. 

“Can you show me how you use it?” His tone, as always, was deferential. A plea, a small, insignificant request. It was nothing. 

The thing, whatever one wanted to call it, with Ramesh had been going on for a couple of months at that point, and she had progressed from shy exhibitionism to full nude catwalks in that time. 

She had shaved her bush in a classy strip with an arrow at the end that pointed to her clit. 

She’d had an enjoyable time shaving. The act itself felt so forbidden and shameless, and slut-like. She got the tingles even thinking about it. 

She had waited for a good moment when she would be alone at home and then used her trimmer to cut it down. Carefully, oh so carefully she because she didn’t want any cuts. 

She remembered fantasizing about letting Ramesh do the honors, but in the end she decided that it would be too much, too soon. 

Besides, that would involve touching her, and that was something he hadn’t done yet. She wondered if he would ever touch her. Part of his hands-off approach why she felt so safe with him. It was kind of the safety women felt with their gay friends. But Ramesh wasn’t gay, was he? At least not from the reactions he gave when she stripped for him. Hmm, bisexual? 

Maybe…or perhaps he was one of those people that liked to watch only, like the character she had once seen in a movie.

By the time she was down to stubble, she was so wet, she needed a release like she never had to before. She had to masturbate in the tub, furiously jamming her fingers in and stroking her clit with the other hand. She wished she’s thought to bring one of her dildos home for this, but what if Ashok discovered them? Much safer to leave them at the office, in her locked desk drawer. She was the only one that had the keys.

Ashok was out of town for a few days as he seemed to be more and more. Hopefully he was having a good time with his buddies, drinking and playing golf or whatever. Perhaps getting a nice blowjob from one of his floozies. She had found some receipts in his pants pocket that confirmed that he was going out for dates with women, probably escorts, she supposed. 

If it was a business dinner, he’s have paid with his business cars. This was on his personal card. And it wasn’t the first time. But she didn’t mind it. She was having her own version of sexual fun outside of marriage.  

Dhruv was asleep in his bedroom, and she had given Parvati the evening off. She wondered if she was getting some illicit sex too. She was young, and even though married, her husband had a night job and she visited him only once a week or so. 

Yes, she decided, Parvati was probably getting it on with some young guy. Perhaps someone from the village, just like Ramesh. Who was she to judge?

She trimmed and shaped the stubble, her tongue poking into her cheek in concentration, careful not to cut herself, until just a strip remained. The rest was shaved away, leaving a smooth, glistening cunt. Pure cunt, she thought.

Her inner labia hung out slightly, a little like the wattle of a rooster, but not too much. It gave her pussy a mature, but inviting look. A cunt that had seen some milage, but not driven into the ground. Like a car with a few thousand miles on it. 

Her outer lips glistened in the overhead lights of the bathroom. She wiped it down with a wet wipe. It looks pleasant, inviting and sexy. Ramesh would like that, she thought. On a whim, she took a selfie, only of her private parts, no face. Perhaps she would show it to Ramesh next time. Perhaps not. 

Then, again on a whim, she trimmed and shaved the lower end of the strip into an arrow. The thought that Ramesh would be excited sent a thrill into her body and she lay back and got herself off once more.

The show she gave him the next time was something out of a porn movie. As she walked up and down the corridor in the conference room, she found herself getting wetter and wetter. She’s put an extra swing in her hips. She’s thrust out her tits more and in the end, she had spread her legs a little, not too much, but just enough so the wetness between her legs was evident. She was turned on beyond belief.

She had asked him if he was happy. His expression had said it all. He was happy. Oh yes, fuck, he was happy. 

But still no touching. 

And then, later, he wanted more. 

She knew he wanted more, but not the direction the request would take.

She thought a long moment. There were no barriers between them. Not anymore. 

She would give him a live demo. She decided she would do it. Not that day, of course. She had to think about it a little more and get her nerve up. So to speak. 

Next time.