Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Swati took the vibrator from Ramesh and sat up straight. 

She pulled two more chairs to each side and placed her feet on them, spreading her thighs, knees bent, and giving him a peek of the pink—her cunt lips were spread, and the moisture glistened on the outer lips when she glanced down. The slit was faintly open, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the pink heaven inside.


She saw his eyes widen as she took the fat end of the vibe and swiped it up and down her slit. Then, she started inserting it into her cunt. Normally, she would use some water based lube that was easy to clean up later, but today she was so turned on, there was no need. She kept her eyes on Ramesh’s face. His eyes were riveted on her actions, and his emotions revealed in the expressions that flitted across his face. 

She was right. He had never seen anything like this before. A virgin, she supposed, not merely in having sex, but also in any knowledge about the various paraphilias that accompanied the new tech-driven sex industry.

She separated her labia with one hand and slowly pushed it in. It took a little wiggling despite the copious lubrication she naturally provided, but even so, she gasped as the large head slipped past the outer lips and separated the inner lips. Her arousal was strong and her secretions think and almost like the silicone lube she used. She gasped at the coldness of the plastic as it slipped between the lips into the introitus. 

Then she gritted her teeth and pushed it inside. It was always a little painful when it slipped in the first time. A few seconds, and it would warm up and not hurt anymore. It wasn’t really pain she felt though, it was more of a stretching, a widening of tissues and slow accommodation.

She felt like a cam girl, showing off her skills with the vibrator. She had seen such videos before—they tended to pop up when you surfed porn on the internet, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. You clicked on something, and the next thing you knew was a naked girl with big boobs and a vibrator in her pussy, pleasing herself. Usually there was a panel on one side where people made comments and paid tributes to the girl. The only thing missing was a soundtrack, usually a racy techno beat or some pop song played on a loop.

The dildo was silent as she accommodated it’s girth. The fat head of the device disappeared quickly inside her, like a snake gulping down a mouse with only the tail remaining outside. Once it slipped inside, all that remained outside was the narrow stalk and the bulbous smaller head of the vibrator. 

She nodded to Ramesh. Ramesh immediately turned to the app on her phone and hit the power button. Not so stupid after all, she thought as the rumblings began deep inside her pussy. 

“Unhhh,” she said, a moan, but soft. 

Ramesh looked at her, and his face reflected the realization and understanding that the vibrations he’d felt in his hand were now going on inside her body. 

“Aaaaaah….unhhhhsss,” she moaned, a little louder now. 

She smiled coquettish smile, her dimples on full display. Ramesh smiled back, his teeth showing. How cute he looked, and so serious, despite the smile, she thought.

Ramesh played with the remote app, increasing and decreasing the intensity, the cadence and rhythm of the vibrator and adjusted it based on her reactions, her small moans, silent screams, and heavy breathing. 

“Aaaah,” she went, then “Ooohhhhh,” and “Oooi maaa!” Then he turned the vibrations up. Ramesh was having the time of his life. Never had he felt so much in control, so powerful. 

He walked across the room, testing the range of the device. Swati wanted to tell him that the device had short range bluetooth but also was distance independent and could be controlled though wifi. But that would be some other day.

Meanwhile, Ramesh was having fun. He would get her all hot and bothered and get her to the edge and then back off , still keeping the vibrations going. He was edging her, something that only experts knew how to do, and yet he was doing it apparently without effort even though he knew nothing about sex in the broad context of things. 

She lay back, her ass at the edge of the chair, her position eerily reminiscent of the very first day when Ramesh had barged in on her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the stimulation of her G spot. The vibrations made her inner lips quiver and flap a little, and Ramesh seemed to take huge enjoyment in watching that. She took the narrow bulbous end and held it against her clit and the vibrations gave her a jolt of excitement. 

She thought she would have much preferred a hard cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, but the vibe was pretty good.

She slid her ass further to the edge of the seat, her ass now hanging off. She was now supported on her lower back. She spread her legs more on the two supporting chairs. Her pelvis made faint fucking motions in the air which Ramesh no doubt found erotic. 

She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations. 

She was close, provided Ramesh didn’t prolong the torture and edge her again this time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the big O closed in on her.

The conference door opened with a loud click.