Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

The men’s hands fell away, and she almost screamed in frustration. What was it to Prakash if a few of the guys fucked her first, put the fires out, so to speak? After all, everyone was going to get a chance to fuck her one way or the other. But it wasn’t to be. 


“Aw, come on!” one of the guys said. “Lets keep the party going!” another said.

Prakash was enigmatic. “The night is young,” he said, “And the movie is far from over,” and Swati’s body shook in anticipation. 

Who knew what perverted ideas he had? Hopefully, it would be delicious as always. She wished again, he would take her to the room which would be warmer, but again, the discomfort was part of the pleasure, wasn’t it? 

Some of the men seemed to understand the game, but some wanted more that to be just sucked off. They wanted to fuck the voluptuous beauty who from all appearances had actually come to their chawl to fulfill their fantasies. 

Most  of the guys heeded Prakash’s words, but several just backed off several feet and waited and watched. Prakash looked at them with thinly veiled anger and then yelled at them. He punctuated his curses by slapping at her tits, one slap for each 'sisterfucker' or 'motherfucker.'

They finally scattered and disappeared from view. Swati had no doubt that some of them were peeking from behind partially open doors or windows or bits of construction material that the chawl had been constructed from.

As soon as the men left, Prakash stripped her of what few clothes remained. He seemed in a hurry, his lust unable to be contained. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice hoarse, and pulled her over. 

He bent her over the tap in the mori, and took her from behind. 

He didn’t even bother to undress; just pulled his cock out and entered her. A sort of priming of the pump, an auspicious beginning for the fun and games he had planned for the day. He must not have been able to contain himself at the sight of her ripe naked body, a plaything for lower-class men, a body he lorded over like a proprietor.

Swati hung on to the pipe with both hands for dear life, her head occasionally thumping into the wall while he fucked her boiling cunt hard and fast, just the way she wanted it, and soon both of them were grunting and panting and coming from the excitement and novelty of the situation. 

After he’d finished and she had sucked his cock clean, he pushed her inside the box and started cutting holes in the walls.

She stood inside the box, shaking with anticipation and fingering herself as she waited naked in the cold. 

The chilly air made her nipples hard as diamonds, and her clit throbbed with an otherworldly fire despite the cold. 

She wished Prakash had moved this indoors. But there was a thrill in the discomfort too, as she had found out lately. Prakash had closed the open flap, so she was in near complete darkness except for the narrow shaft of twilight that came in through the two holes he had cut in the walls. He was working on the third hole with what appeared to be a box cutter with speed.

“So whore, you’re up for more action tonight, huh? You know you’re going to get the answers wrong, so better prepare for the punishment.”

Swati trembled violently, simply thinking about what Prakash might have in store for her. “Yes Malik.”

It was a few minutes later she heard Prakash say, “Ready bitch?”

One of the holes in the wall to her right went dark as an erect cock was inserted into it. She couldn’t see much, but she could make out something. She fell to her knees and engulfed the cock with her mouth, not even stopping to feel it with her hands.

A few minutes of hard sucking went by, both participants moaning in the pleasure it gave them. Swati was, of course, fingering herself madly.

Prakash said, “Okay whore, what’s your guess?”

She thought about it for a second before answering. There was really no way to tell the age. The cock was about as rigid as she had seen and it had been a few minutes and the man had shown no signs of coming. She regretted signing up for this game, but also shivered with anticipation for the punishment which would surely come.

She made a random guess, “forty five!”

“Very good whore, he’s forty three, so I’ll give it to you. Now look to your left. And don’t leave this one hanging or there will be severe consequences.” He gave a soft chuckle as the man getting his cock sucked said something.

Swati looked to her left and there was another cock there, veiny, and black as the night. By now, she had adjusted to the darkness and could make out some detail.
She reached out and started stroking the new cock. 

“Another one on the right,” Prakash said, and sure enough, there was. 

Pretty soon, Swati was occupied fully, mouth on one cock, two hands busy with two more, one to the right and one to the left. She was moaning in frustration as she couldn’t finger herself.

Then she had an idea. She reversed herself and impaled her drenched cunt on the middle cock and continued backhand stroking the other two. 

The flap opened and a man entered. At least she thought it was a man. He wore a lungi, and as soon as he could see her position, he pulled his lungi up and shoved his cock in her mouth. Both his hands went to her tits and started roughly kneading and pulling. 

Swati was delirious with the sensations.  He lost count of the number of men she serviced, and called out random numbers when Prakash asked for the men’s ages. 

When she was done, an hour or more later, she had come seven times, and she thought she might have fucked twenty men in total. With her hands, her pussy and mouth. No one took her ass. Not so far.

The box was abruptly pulled away and she stood, saturated and wet from the saliva and cum that covered her body. Gobs of liquid streamed down her torso as she stood upright. Her back ached after being bent over for so long. She stretched, pushing her tits out to ease the crick in her lower back. The men hooted at this apparent display of whorishness.

A yellow moon hung low in the sky, and an anemic yellow bulb glowed over the mori. A whole bunch of men stood all around her, laughing and hooting. Some were taking pulls from bottles of country liquor, some were smoking beedies, and some joints. The smell was a dead giveaway.

Most of the men wore sweaters or jackets, and they’d only loosened their trousers or pulled up their lungis to fuck her orifices. She was the only one that was stark naked. 

“You didn’t do well my dear whore,” Prakash said, shaking his head in mock sadness. “I will have to punish you.”

The men snickered. They were clearly aware of the tableau that was playing out, much to her detriment. 

She put on a brave face and looked at Prakash.

Swati of course had no way of telling if he was lying or telling the truth, and besides, she knew the deck was stacked against her from the beginning. There was no way she could verify what he was saying. She put her hands on her hips and stretched her back again, hoping it didn’t look insolent.

She hung her head, and with the back of her hand wiped away some of the saliva and cum from her face. 

“On your knees bitch!”

The concrete was cold and hard under her knees. After her exertions in the enclosed box, Swati had worked up a little bit of sweat and the cool night air felt welcome, but she knew she would start feeling cold soon.

Prakash stood in front of her and two more men she didn’t recognize on two sides. Prakash and one of the men unzipped while the third, still puffing on a joint, pulled his lungi up.

Swati looked at the man with the joint and said, “One puff?”

The man looked startled, and the other two laughed out loud. 

“She’s in a party mood for sure,” one man said to his friend. 

The man with the joint passed it over, and Swati, still kneeling, took a couple of puffs, and like she had done in college, held it in as long as she could. 

Then she took a breath and opened her mouth wide and engulfed his cock and blew the smoke all around his erect member. The man yelped in surprise and pleasure. 

After a few moments of sucking, she turned to receive whatever Prakash had in store for her. 

They had her suck them to full stiffness, then there was some confusion while they looked to Prakash for direction. He too looked nonplussed and then called to someone in the crowd.

A string cot was brought and one of the men lay down on it. The cot sagged under the man's weight, but not too much. 

Swati was positioned on his cock, his member sliding into her well lubricated cunt easily. The second man took her anally, straddling the thin cot, and Swati waited for Prakash to stuff her mouth. She was confused. Was this was supposed to be her punishment or reward? He knew that she loved to be made air tight, so what was this? 

She would find out soon.

Swati was in delirious ecstasy as she was triple penetrated and within a few minutes was on the edge of orgasm in both her nether holes when Prakash gave a sharp command and all movement ceased.

She writhed in frustration, her orgasm so near, yet unattainable. 

It wasn’t that she hadn’t come earlier that evening, but she had become addicted, dependent even on the multiple orgasms that these men gifted her. 

She wriggled her hips and moaned throatily, trying to get the men to move. 

She tried to move her hips, but strong hands held her tightly in place. 

She found she couldn’t move a muscle, and try as she might to clench her pelvic muscles, there was no friction to be had. 

She tried to scream her frustration, but her throat was too far plugged with cock for more than a thin sound to emerge.