Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

In the auto, Prakash reflects that he should’ve had Swati suck him off in the house with the door open. 

Or maybe out in the front yard, between the front gate and the front door. The neighbors, especially those on the second floor would’ve got an eyeful. It would have humiliated her, but also released some of the pressure from his balls. 

Well, he thinks, glancing at his watch, there was some time still to do whatever he wanted. 


Prakash reflects on the last several months as the auto bumps along the uneven roads. From the time he met Swati, naked and masturbating in the conference room and all the subsequent shenanigans they have been up to. He regrets none of that.

He sighs heavily. He has become attached to her. He will miss her, he thinks. But the money that Nakul Bhai has offered is way more tempting. 

He could return home to his village if he wanted to. Buy more land than the rest of the family combined, and have enough left over for a house. A proper kothi, the likes of which even the village zamindar might not have seen. He thinks perhaps three floors, and bathrooms on every level—no more outhouse or going into the fields. And yes, a wall around the compound, a gate, perhaps even a guard at the gate. There were a lot of jobless guys who would jump at the chance. 

Nawaz had told him earlier that day that Nakul Bhai had called. The container was ready. It would be loaded on the ship and sail away in a couple of days. In the meantime, he could have some fun, perhaps for the last time. 

“Ready for some fun, huh bitch?” He grabs her boob roughly over her loose tee shirt, and she lets out a gasp of surprise and pain. 

The auto driver, not the old man from the colony, but a younger man, starts and almost turns back to see what is happening, but recovers his professionalism at the last moment and contents himself with merely angling the rearview mirror so he can see what’s happening. 

Prakash knows she is ready for action based on his awareness of her arousal. There was the wet sound she made from her cunt when she moved to get dressed back at the house, but he can also smell her arousal from where he sits. He has come to love the scent of that over the last few months. 

Prakash puts his other hand under the waistband of her yoga pants and roughly feels her up. 

Her cunt, as he had guessed, is a swamp, he can feel her clit, and for a moment, he is even surprised. He fingers her roughly for a few seconds, and she moans throatily into his chest. 

The auto driver is struggling very hard to maintain his professionalism. 

Prakash looks at the driver in the mirror, and he can see the lust in his eyes. 

He could have her give the auto driver a blow job, or even fuck him in the street, both of which she has done before with the old auto driver, and he has no doubt she would be willing. 

But no. His modus operandi has always been to keep her guessing. 

He tells the auto driver to stop in front of a paan-beedi shop a couple of streets over from where his house is.

“Come on,” he says, “step out, take off your pants and go buy me a pack of beedies.”

He pushes her out of the auto and gives her a stern look as she stands in the street, indecisive.