Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Swati takes the mushroom head into her mouth and swishes her tongue over it. It earns her an appreciative “Hmm,” and encouraged, she goes on. 

Repeats the move. 

With her other hand, she fondles his balls which she has pulled out of his fly. It is a tight fit, all this flesh, his penis and the scrotal sac, out of the same hole in the pants. 


She continues with the blowjob, taking him in as far as she can take it and then moving back out. With the other hand, she now fists the base of his cock and that is helpful; because she doesn’t have to take so much cock into her mouth. It is a trick she has seen some pornstars do.

The taste seems quite good now that she has licked away the grime that was there before.  There is some more precum that oozes from the pee slit, and this too she licks away. A sour, organic taste, but not too bad, she thinks. There is still a musky smell, but it arouses rather than repels. 

So far, Prakash hasn’t done anything other than a few appreciative groans and noises, but now he is starting to move his hips and actively push his cock into her mouth. She is still in control though, with her hand and mouth trick. 

There is his hand on her head. She looks up.

“One minute,” he says, holding up a finger, and stands up. He removes his belt, unbuttons his pants and drops them. Underwear follows, a striped boxer type thing that she has seen some people other than her husband wear. Mostly poor people. It isn’t any kind of designer wear, and she assumes it must be cheap. 

Prakash sits again, and this time she can see his genitals spread before her in its full glory. The cock is indeed big, perhaps seven inches, she thinks. The part she has worked on looks clean and a lighter tone than the part that has emerged now, and there is a lot of pubic hair that had been held back by the confines of his fly before. 

“Go on,” he says, his tone now gentle. 

Deceptively so, as she learns in a few seconds.

What a woman can control with a cock in her mouth, she thinks and pops the cock into her mouth again. 

This time Prakash isn’t satisfied with the hand and partial mouth technique. He smacks her hand away and tells her, “no hands now.”

Swati complies. 

Prakash pushes into her mouth harder and the cock head strikes the back of her mouth. She opens wider. But Prakash is still not satisfied. 

She bobs up and down on his cock, now on her haunches, her knees splayed. She is aware of her cunt being on display once more and lubrication building up there. 

Again. 

How is she turned on by giving a blow job to this dirty character, and that too under duress? But there it is.

Prakash’s hand is now on the back of her head. He pushes.

His cock reaches the back of her throat. 

She gags. 

“Guk…guk…guk…”

He laughs a cackling laugh like a hyena. 

Drool runs out of her mouth in rivulets, and she gasps and coughs. 

Prakash gives her no quarter. 

He pushes in and out, now using her hair as a handle, moving her head up and down, up and down, masturbating himself using her head.

Swati is gagging, drooling, and finding it hard to breathe. 

“GGGGGAAAAAAkkkkkk!”

Prakash has her head in a vice like grip and moving her head back and forth. She can’t see, tears are streaming from her eyes. 

Everytime she tries to catch a breath, his cock is back, invading her throat, and she is unable to breathe. She is getting lightheaded and soon, she thinks she will pass out. 

There is nothing in the world other than the need to breathe now. Prakash is really skull-fucking her now and there is nothing she can do.

The sounds continue, but louder. 

“GUKGUKGUKGGGGKKKKKKKK!!”

Then he is shooting into her mouth. 

He pulls out with a yell and starts shooting his cum on her face. 

All the while, Swati is gasping for air, her mouth open, spit flying everywhere. His cum lands in her mouth, her face, her eyes, and also her tits. 

Then he is done. 

She is still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. She has no idea that blowjobs can be this taxing. On her, that is. He seems perfectly happy. 

But Prakash too is breathing hard. 

She is covered with secretions. There is thick saliva all over her face and chest and dripping off her boobs. Snot runs down her nose, tears from her eyes, and of course, there is his semen as well. 

There is a tissue box on the table. Prakash pulls out a couple and hands it to her. “Clean up,” he says.

She starts to wipe her face and he barks at her, “Clean me up you bitch, not you, ME!”