Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

The fat man, Inder, only occasionally joined in the fun and games. His thing seemed to be primarily watching remotely. Still, one afternoon, he had walked into her office at lunchtime, and shut the door behind him. 


He looked her up and down while she half stood behind her desk. He looked unsure of what he was doing.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she said. “Is there some IT problem?”

“No,” he said, his voice rising a little. He looked around uneasily, as though fearing an interruption or to see if there were others in the office. He was sweating profusely.

They looked at each other for a long minute while Swati wondered what was happening. 

Inder lost his composure and yelled at her. “Whore!” He said. “Take off your clothes. All of them!”

She had looked around uncertainly, but she didn’t have a choice. 

She dumped her clothes on the floor, thankful that the door was closed. It was eerily similar to the scene which had started this whole saga, the night Ramesh had barged in. 

She was now comfortable with the idea of being naked, even in front of strangers, and Inder wasn’t really a stranger. He had seen her naked before, and she had sucked him off a couple of times. He hadn’t fucked her, had he? She couldn’t remember for sure. 

Inder then pushed her under the desk, pulled his pants down and told her to fellate him.
“Suck,” he said. 

He seemed to have mastered his emotions now, and felt more in control.

She squatted in the dark, small space and pulled his pants further down. She found him semi-soft and massaged with one hand, licking the tip of his cock and coaxing him to full hardness. Swati wondered how this situation had come about. Did this mean she was just one step removed from being the office whore? At the beck and call of anyone who wanted to get their rocks off?

As she blew him, she heard someone knock on the door and walk in. Shit, the door wasn’t locked!

She couldn’t see who it was, but she recognized Ashok’s voice. She had completely forgotten he was coming by to take her out to lunch that day. He’d even reminded her in the morning. It was an unusual thing, but Ashok had been acting differently of late.

Inder had apparently been completely unfazed, even though he was sitting half naked in her office chair, getting his dick sucked by the man’s wife. But Swati could feel his thighs becoming sweaty, a little clammy.

“Oh, she must’ve gone to the emergency meeting,” he said with a slight waver in his voice.

Ashok was incredulous. “And who are you?”

“Oh me…I’m the IT guy, fixing her laptop.” 

Her laptop lay open in front of him, and was about as convenient an excuse as any. Better than what she had come up with for her “rashes,” she remembered thinking at the time. 

As Ashok departed, muttering under his breath, she felt Inder relax. His cock which had started to soften in her mouth, became hard again.

“Go on,” he said, his voice a little hoarse now. 

Swati finished the blowjob, swallowed without being told, and when the coast was clear emerged from under the desk and hastily donned her clothes. 

Had Ashok seen her discarded clothes on the floor? What would he have thought about it? She didn’t know, and she was slowly starting to think she didn’t care.