Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Nakul Bhai is distracted. 

He sits on the chair,  watching Swati perform jumping jacks. 

He's trying to get her large tits to hit her in the face. 

The dildo in her pussy is still buzzing away, and he marvels at her ability to focus on the jumps despite the obvious distraction at the core of her body. 

She is one talented whore, and he wants to put her through her paces, make sure she is what he thinks she is; perfect whore material of the best quality.

Physically, she is fit, toned and with large natural tits, something that is rare. But her fitness doesn’t take away from her natural fleshiness. 

Her buttocks are full and perfect half moons, and yet when she stands there is a small thigh gap. The waist is trim, but he thinks he could pinch about half an inch of fat between his finger and thumb if he tried. He will do that later. Right now, he is trying to humiliate her and see how she takes it. 

So far she is doing well. Very well, in fact.

Nakul Bhai is still torn between selling her off to someone, and keeping her to himself. 

And then there is Arvind to consider. 

His story, if Sammy is to be trusted (and Nakul Bhai isn’t completely sure yet), will change dramatically and very soon, and he will cease to be a problem at all.

He watches, fascinated as her large natural titties sway and fall, sway and fall, bounce enticingly over and over, and then finally one of them slaps her full in the face. She gasps and slows down.

“OK, stop,” he says, “Let’s do something else.

He sits on the wooden chair and motions to Ramona. 

She catches his eye, and he nods, makes a gesture with his eyebrows. 

She doesn’t hesitate, lifts her dress in one smooth motion and drops it to the floor.

Mahender and Prakash are at one corner of the room, observing the proceedings, and participating when called up to do so. 

They know that this is a big and important Bhai, a don of sorts, and it would not do to displease him. He is, after all, here to take possession of the girl. 

Nawaz has just been dispatched to get some booze and food.

Earlier, the men had been so busy playing with their gori whore that Prakash had lost track of the time and Nakul Bhai had almost derailed them. But now things seemed to be a little more controlled even though Nakul Bhai in the middle was clearly calling the shots.

When the foreign looking lady removes her dress, they stare at her mesmerized. 

She isn’t a white woman, a gori, but clearly she is foreign. 

Her features are not Indian at all. 

They have heard Nakul Bhai call her Ramona. 

Mahender and Nawaz watch bug eyed as she drops to her knees in front of Nakul Bhai and fishes his large, peculiar looking dick from his slacks. 

She begins sucking.

It does not take long for him to get fully erect, and by this time the woman can barely contain him in her mouth.

Nakul Bhai waves her away and she goes and stands in the corner, like a piece of furniture.

“Turn around and back up your cunt onto my dick,” Nakul Bhai instructs. 

Swati hesitates, but obeys.