Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

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Nikolai looks at Prakash from across his desk. The desk is not really a desk. It is really a door on two sawhorses, a temporary office in a temporary building. Everything in this business is temporary.


“You should take a look at her at least,” Prakash is saying. 

Prakash has been introduced to Nikolai as a Russian pimp and human trafficker. What he doesn’t know is that Nikolai is about as Russian as he himself is. 

The only thing different about Nikolai is that he suffers from vitiligo and therefore looks white. He speaks Hindi with an accent he imagines is Russian, although it could be Spanish or Japanese. Regardless, he has his audience fooled. 

“The last one you brought wasn’t up to the standard. The Sheikhs, they want high quality maal, not the naukrani types you guys have. Not interested.”

Prakash looks at Nawaz, and Nawaz looks back at him. 

“Show him a picture,” Nawaz says. 

Prakash grins and smacks himself on his head for forgetting such a basic thing. He pulls his phone out, finds a suitable picture and hands the phone to Nikolai.

“Take a look at this Nakul bhai,” he says, and the white man grimaces. 

“It’s Nikolai, not Nakul bhai,” he says, but his heart isn’t in it, and anyway, Nikolai is too much of a tongue twister for Prakash to say. Besides, he thinks, this Nakul bhai is also not a bad monicker to go by. It would create more of a mystery around his persona. Also, it would be good to keep the cops guessing. 

He does look at the picture with interest. There is a pretty woman, make that very pretty woman, who looks great. In this picture, she is wearing a salwar suit and looks ravishing. She seems to have all the right curves in the right places. 

The question is, how is she involved with this group of lowlives? Anyway, he has to play it cool. Casually, he swipes to the next picture, and it is the same woman, but this time she is completely naked. 

He can see she is as spectacular as Prakash has been raving about, and maybe more. He is careful not to look too long at the image, but that one glance is enough. She is as advertised, her skin like butter and cream, makkhan-malai, like Prakash said. Magnificent tits, beautiful, curvy body. She is the whole package, for sure. He wonders if he will get a chance to sample the wares. 

His heart pounding, he swipes back to the clothed picture he was supposed to see and hands it back to Prakash, who has his hand out. 

He forces a bored look on his face and looks around as though searching for something. “Do something,” he says, “get me a good video with you two guys and the girl of course, and we’ll see. There may be some scope in the porn business, maybe someone might buy her…we’ll see.” He waves his hand dismissively. 

Prakash and Nizam look crestfallen but determined. 

As they turn to leave, Nikolai says, “Oh, WhatsApp me those two pictures—the one with and the one without clothes. Just so…I remember next time you come.” He forces himself to sound bored and blasé, but his heart is thumping. 


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As they leave the warehouse district of Gurugram, Prakash turns to Nawaz and says, “I thought you said he would be interested?”

Nawaz shrugs. “He gets all kinds of offers all the time, and he has to be choosy.”

Prakash mulls this over. “But she is fantastic…but you haven’t seen her yet.”

“That I haven’t.”

“Well, Nakul bhai said we should get a video with us in it, right?”

“Would’ve helped if you had a video on your phone, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah, but my phone is old, and I ran out of space…”

Nawaz lengthens his stride, and Prakash matches him, trying to keep up. The area is creepy, with warehouses and empty streets and parked trucks, and they both feel uneasy. 

“Lets make a video with her,” Prakash says.

The idea to make more money off of Swati has been percolating in Prakash’s mind for several weeks now. 

Initially, his primary emotion was rage, and he was able to take out his anger in spades on an almost unwilling Swati. Slowly, things changed, and she seemed to accept the reality of his existence in her life albeit unwillingly, and always with Ramesh present. That too changed, and Prakash isn’t sure why. Swati has been welcoming of his sexual attention more and more, regardless what perversions he demands of her. 

Lately, it looks to him like he has her trained as well as he ever will. There is almost nothing she will not do for him, well, nothing actually. Prakash is a man of limited imagination, and he has introduced Swati to Ganesh the chai w,.', but he has been reluctant to share a good thing too widely. 

His circumstances haven’t changed much, though. He is getting his rocks off in spectacular fashion on the regular, but he still lives in a chawl with several others, and money wise, he is no better off. His first thought was to pimp her out in Bhim colony, but that would make him no more money because most of the people there were as poor as him. Yes, there might be the novelty of fucking a high class madam for the first few days, but afterwards it would likely not be quite as lucrative as he would like. 

The first few weeks, he couldn’t humiliate her enough, couldn’t beat her enough, and her resistance seemed to turn him on even more. At times, when he was in his glass booth, and he would think of her, and his cock would harden in an instant. He masturbated in the glass cage a few times, the danger of discovery adding to the thrill. 

All he had to do was to close his eyes and imagine her supple flesh, her tits, her velvet cunt, her vice-like asshole, and he would come in no time. It was odd, he reflected, that he came so much sooner when he was imagining her and jerking off, but when she was available in the flesh, he could last way longer. 

Almost as though he was in total control of his orgasm. 

He still feels though that Swati holds the key to his stepping to the next level. He spoke to Nawaz, the other roommate he knew was involved in the flesh trade. Nawaz confirmed it, but Prakash had his doubts about how big a player he really was. 

Together they thought that if she were to be pimped out to high society clients, a lot of money could be made. 

And that was when Nawaz revealed he wasn’t quite the kingpin he had made himself out to be. Prakash almost snorted with laughter because he had suspected as much. Why would Nawaz live in a slum if he was making that kind of money. But he controlled himself and asked what the next step should be.

As it turned out, it turned out to be Nikolai, now also known as Nakul bhai.

And now there is this additional task they have to do for Nakul bhai. He seemed interested enough, Prakash thought, but he couldn’t be sure. He sent Nakul bhai the images he had requested, and then began to plan what he would do for the video that Nakul bhai had requested. Clearly, he expected a porno video with the woman and probably multiple partners. 

“Nawaz, what did he say? Both of us in the video with her, right?”

Nawaz nodded and grunted. He seemed to be indifferent to the idea of fucking a high class piece of ass like Swati when in reality he was used to a much lower class of pussy. He should really count himself lucky for Prakash to be presenting such a fine opportunity to him.

“What if we got more guys?”

Nawaz frowned, thinking and considering the idea. Finally, he said, “Who?” It irritated Prakash, this inability of Nawaz to come up with any ideas. Then he realized that Nakul bhai was Nawaz’s idea, even if it had only been because he realized the situation was over his head. At least he was that smart.

“Let me think about it,” Prakash replied. He lit a beedi, blew out the smoke.

“Ok,” Nawaz said. “I can bring Paro.”

“Who?” Another woman? Hmm. That might be fun. He had heard of a second or even third woman who were used in porno movies to suck the male actors to keep them hard. Usually in the scenes involving multiple won and one woman. 

“She’s a maid type I think. She gets a day off a week and she works for me for extra money.”

“I see,” siad Prakash. “Isn’t it your birthday next week?” 

Nawaz nodded.

“Aha,” Prakash said, blowing out smoke from his nostrils. “Let’s plan a big party then!”