Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

The drive seems endless. She is finally on the Ring Road, and she has many kilometers to go before they reach Abhi's house. A little snore tells her Ashok is still sleeping. She wonders if he is hungover.

The next time in the conference room, she had been fucked twice by Prakash and then the chai w,.', whose name she had since learned was Ganesh, and as she lay on the carpet, she felt the urge to pee. 


A very strong urge. 

The two men had taken her ass and pussy and mouth until every hole felt raw and sated, but now her bladder was bursting. Earlier in the day, she needed to do a presentation to an overseas client, and in her nervousness, she drank more than her usual quota of coffee and water.

She rose and started to walk nonchalantly to the restroom at the end of the hall, just beyond the glass doors of the conference room. 

Prakash said, “And where do you think you’re going, whore?” 

Very casual, but there was not mistaking the authority behind the voice. 

He almost always called her whore, only occasionally as “Swati madam,” but that was usually with sarcasm, or in the presence of other people when they were clothed. 

The chai w,.', who had by now become accustomed to the way of things, chimed in with, “Yeah whore, where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you yet.” 

He was an accomplished second fiddle, the little fucker. She might let him fuck her, mostly because she didn't have a choice, but also because he was low class, a blue collar worker. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a private opinion of him. 

Swati raised her pinkie and motioned toward the bathroom. “Going to the toilet.”

“Oh, you need to pee?” Prakash’s mouth twisted in a smirk.

“Ye-es,” she said, alarm bells ringing in her head.

“Why, you can do it right here!” He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her. He rose and emptied the bowl of chocolates onto the table and invited her to hop on to the table.

Shit. She didn't have a choice. That was part of what she loved about this. 

She hastened to comply. If she dallied, it would only be worse for her. Sometimes she welcomed that, but right now, she really needed to go.

He told her to spread her legs and show them her pussy. 

She did so, fingers on either side of her pussy, spreading it to reveal the reddened tissues inside. 

Prakash and Ganesh looked carefully at the offering of flesh, as though to memorize it. 

Prakash put the bowl under her ass, and said, “Go. Do it here. I want to see.”

The chai w,.' was fascinated. “I’ve never seen a woman pee before,” he said.

“See, you hang out with me, and you’ll see all kinds go things,” Prakash said, and the Ganesh gave him a fist bump. 

Swati felt her face becoming hot as she blushed. 

It was one thing to flaunt her nudity, even put on shows, fuck these men, but she wasn’t sure she could bear the humiliation of peeing in front of these men. 

She looked around for Ramesh, but he wasn’t there that day. Of late, Ramesh had been occasionally skipping these sessions. 

She felt more exposed than she ever had before. Even though the men had seen and used her most private of parts, entered her every hole, this felt like a new kind of exposure, a new kind of invasion. 

A humiliation that she had not been prepared for. 

In the end, she had no choice. Of course not.

She squatted over the bowl. For a long time, her pee wouldn’t flow. 

And then it had dribbled out, slowly becoming a thicker stream, and she closed her eyes and sighed in relief. 

When she was done, there was nothing to wipe with, and she let it go. The men were staring at her in fascination, clearly having never seen a woman pee in this proximity. 

She reddened and lowered her head. 

Ganesh took the bowl away and pushed her onto her back, still on the conference table. 

She wondered about this table--it must be pretty rank by now if no one cleaned it. She hoped Ramesh did a good job on it after their adventures here.

Then Ganesh stuck his head between her legs and stared licking her cunt, lapping at it like a kitten might at a bowl of milk. 

Prakash sighed and got up on the table and stuck his cock in her mouth. And of course, within a few minutes, Inder had joined them. He couldn’t resist chocolates.