Swati's Descent Ch. 01

Terrified and exposed, Swati made a bee line for her desk. At least there she had a modesty panel to hide her lower torso from view. On her way, she was ashamed and humiliated by the attention she was drawing. Many men and even some women stared openly at her as she rushed through the office in her sexy outfit. She was almost safely to her desk when her co-worker James stopped her.

"Swati. Nice outfit today," he teased. "Can you come look at this line of code for me please? I'm having trouble finding the error."

Confused and still in shock, Swati moved beside him and without even thinking, bent over to peer at his screen. Leaning back from his desk, James was treated to a view of her legs from heel to upper thigh. He had always suspected she had a hot body, but now he had the objective evidence. At least in part. Moving in closer, he found a vantage point that allowed him a clear view into the top of her dress which further confirmed his suspicions.

"Which block are you having trouble with?" Swati asked, turning her face towards his."

A rush of shame burned through her when she caught her co-worker staring down into her top. A quick glance at herself told her that he had a very good view of her half exposed breasts. The realization that her short dress was probably exposing most of her legs and possibly her naked pussy, caused her to bolt upright, pulling down at the hem.

"That's OK," James smirked at her. "Thanks for the look."

Swati knew exactly what he meant and blushed in shame at having been tricked into revealing herself to him. Later she saw him chatting with another co-worker and smiling in her direction.

Time dragged endlessly until lunchtime. James was leaning over her desk looking down her top again as he asked her a question when she realized the time.

"Sorry James. I have to go. I have an appointment with ... Security," she said, thinking fast at the end so as not to mention Mateo by name.

As James watched her walk away, his mind was filled with carnal thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder at the sudden change in her attire. The extremely sexy dress and obviously no bra. He didn't get a good enough look when she was bent over to see if she had any panties on, but if she did he had seen enough to know they must be thong style.

"God I'd love to get a try at that," he mused as he watched her ass disappear around the corner. "Conservative Indian wife turned sudden slut." He felt himself stiffen a bit in his trousers at the very thought of it.

She knocked quietly, hoping against hope that he was out on an errand, but when the door opened to reveal his smiling face, her hopes were dashed.

"Come in. Come in my sexy little puta. I have something wonderful planned for you."

Swati was very nervous. She wanted in the worst way to have some privacy from the stares of her male co-workers, but she was afraid of what the guard might have in store for her. When she heard the deadbolt close behind her she felt an icicle in the pit of her stomach.

Standing stock still with her heart hammering, she jumped when she felt the fat Mexican press himself up against her back. She could feel him grinding his crotch against her ass as his hands moved around her to cup her breasts and his breath hissed in her ear. Sensing her fear, but encountering no resistance, Mateo reached up and unhooked the back of her dress before slipping his hands inside and onto her now naked breasts.

"Oh my. Your tits are so full. So high and firm and yet so soft. I have never in my life felt such wonderful tits as these. Let me see them again."

With that command, the frightened woman was spun to face him. Swati had never seen such a hungry look in a man's eye as she felt the dress being stripped from her body to expose every inch of her soft brown flesh. After a quick pinch and a twiddle of her nipples, Mateo stooped down and took one of them into his mouth. In spite of her fear and humiliation, Swati could feel her body respond to the stimulation. A shiver ran down her spine and a jolt of arousal passed directly from her nipple to her clit causing a groan to escape her lips.

Continuing his attack on her other nipple, she felt her tormentor slide his hand down her flat tummy and press through her pubic hair.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself my little slut," The old guard announced. "At least your hungry cunt seems to be. I can feel how wet it is becoming. You want this don't you"

Swati was horrified to realize that he was right. She could feel his fat finger slipping along her wet lips, teasing her labia and clitoris. The shame and humiliation was almost overwhelming. How could she be excited by this? She didn't want this, but then again she did. She had seen it countless times. Played out on video and GIF. The woman dominated and controlled by the man or men. Submitting to their will. Becoming a wanton slut. Letting them take their pleasure from her body.

Suddenly and without warning, the helpless woman was pushed down over the metal table. The cold steel raising goose flesh on her body and causing her nipples to tighten even more. One strong hand pressing in the middle of her back held her in place as her feet were nudged apart by the guards heavy boots.

"There's something I always wanted to do and I'm going to do it with you," Mateo growled as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his knees. "I know I'm not really hung like Fitzroy, but you've got a tight little hole that I bet will squeeze my dick way better than your horny cunt would."

Fear raced through the Swati's brain as the intent of his words sunk in.

"No please Sir," the fearful woman begged. "No. Not there. It's not right. It's dirty. Unclean. I can't. You can't. No please."

"Just shut the fuck up you slutty bitch and take what's coming to you. I'm sure you'll learn to like it."

Struggling in vain, the trapped woman felt a cold drizzle of something wet pour between her ass cheeks. She didn't want this. She never wanted this. But her efforts to break free from the much stronger and larger captor were fruitless. When she felt his stiff member press on her virgin back passage the terrified woman doubled her efforts to escape with little effect.

A hard slap to her ass cheek was followed by one on the other side. The stinging blows caught her completely by surprise causing her to squeal in surprise and pain.

"It's sound proof in here but I still don't want you to scream. So settle down and relax or I'll keep spanking you until you do," Mateo growled, punctuated by another hard smack to her already reddening ass.

Stunned into silence, the only noise was the guard's grunt as he pushed and he felt her sphincter yield. Even though his cock was smaller than most, the pain was intense. Her asshole was on fire as she tried to squeeze herself shut to prevent him from pushing in.

"Stop squeezing so hard and relax bitch." The command was punctuated by two more hard slaps to her ass cheeks.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pain of the slaps mixed with the burning of her stretching asshole. Trying to avoid more punishment, Swati did her best to concentrate on relaxing her sphincter. Two deep breaths followed by a slow exhale and she felt him slip all the way in.

"There you go girl," Mateo praised her. "You just lay like that and let me enjoy the ride."

Swati couldn't help but grunt each time Mateo's hips slapped into her and drove her chest down onto the table. Mateo couldn't help but groan each time he felt his dick sliding into her warm tight behind. This was so good. So tight on his small cock. He had fantasized about fucking a woman in the ass for years. His wife had adamantly refused to allow such a thing and there was no money in his budget for a willing hooker. But now. Now he had the chance to enjoy what he had always dreamed of. The forbidden passage. As he increased the tempo of his strokes, he thought about fucking his slut like this every day from now on, and the excitement of that pushed him over the top.

As her captor began to thrust more rapidly, Swati felt her asshole stretching to accept the intrusion. The pain and burning reduced with every stroke and soon, unbelievably, it started to feel... Good. She had seen it done on video. Had read about it in erotica. But those women had been sluts. Whores. Women who would do anything. Would fuck anyone. In any hole. Was she now one of those? Were Mateo and Fitzroy turning her into one of those women? At that thought a wave of arousal passed through her core causing her whole body to shiver. She hadn't noticed that the guard had stopped holding her down and had instead moved both hands to hold her by the hips until she felt him pull back on her and spray his cum deep into her bowels. She couldn't stop herself, and that shiver grew into an orgasm.

James would simply not leave her alone. Back and forth all afternoon. Each time making sure she knew that he was getting a good look at her half exposed tits. She couldn't make a scene though. How could she, dressed as she was? Emboldened by her lack of resistance, James had reached for her keyboard and brushed his arm against the side of her breast almost pushing it out of her skimpy dress. And now he was heading over again. This time he pulled up a chair and sat directly beside her.

Pointing at the screen with his right hand, his left dropped to her thigh and began to rub it sexily.

"I just can't get enough of you in this dress," He whispered as his hand slid upwards towards her naked pussy.

Swati stiffened but had no choice other than to sit there staring at the screen as she felt his hand approach his goal. At least the modesty panel hid the indiscretion from prying eyes.

"Hmmmm, I wondered if you were naked under there, and now I know," he whispered as his fingers slipped through her pubic hair.

Slowly, so as not to be noticed, James began to rub his middle finger around Swati's clit, causing it to swell in excitement. In spite of her humiliation, She could feel herself becoming more and more excited. That warm melting feeling in her abdomen began to spread and soon she could feel herself getting wet.

Her brain was on fire. She shouldn't be letting this happen. She was a married woman. A faithful wife. But hours on the Internet watching all manner of porn had changed something deep inside her. She had been excited by what she had seen those sluts doing. How they submitted to the strong virile men who controlled them. She had made herself cum as she watched the scenes play out, and now she was doing what sluts did. Letting a man, almost a stranger, play with her naked pussy. No. She was letting a man play with her naked cunt, right here in public, in the office, where they could be discovered at any second. He was playing with her cunt and she wasn't stopping him, or even protesting. She was letting him have his way. Like sluts did.

As each of those thoughts passed through her mind, they drove her arousal to new heights. Within a minute, Swati could feel it start. That little tingle that would grow and grow. As James' finger continued to tease her clit, Swati could feel the orgasm rise up from deep within her. Unable to make a sound for fear of discovery, Swati bit her lower lip as she felt her body tense up. Turning towards James, the trapped woman begged him with her eyes, but all she got in return was an evil grin and an increased pressure from his invading finger below.

When it hit her it took all of her efforts to remain silent and relatively still. She could feel the rush of orgasmic release, but could not allow her body to jerk or even squirm around. She had to control herself and just quietly have her orgasm.

Finished with his task, James removed his hand and stood up from beside her.

"I have an appointment after work tonight, but perhaps we can grab a drink or a coffee after work tomorrow. See you then."

Afraid that she was going to soil her dress with her juices, Swati stood on trembling legs and made a bee line for the toilet. Locked safely in the stall, the confusion and humiliation descended on her like a dark cloud and she felt herself tearing up. How had it come to this so quickly? How had she become the office slut in less than a day? Did every man somehow know about her? What would the women think? Taking a handful of toilet tissue, She pulled up her dress and sat down to clean up.

Seated on the toilet, legs spread, she had the sudden urge to void her bowels. A noisy fart was followed by a loose stool. Relieved that this had not happened in the office she looked down to clean herself up. There between her legs was Mateo's load of cum. With what had happened with James, she had almost forgotten what Mateo had done to her this morning. But the evidence was staring right back up at her. She had taken his thick goo into her asshole and held it there for hours.

After cleaning herself up, face burning in shame, Swati returned to her desk and immersed herself in her work. With all his fooling around, James had caused her to fall badly behind, and she needed to catch up. Head down, lost in her work, she didn't notice the time until the office was silent. Looking at the clock sent a shock of panic through her core. How did it get to be 6:30 already? Oh shit! Oh SHIT! How was she going to get her saree back? She couldn't go home dressed like this. Siva would have a stroke.

Quickly gathering her purse, Swati hustled to the elevator and went down to the ground floor. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw the night guard sitting at the security desk. Mateo was gone. How would she get her clothes back? Fear turning to panic, she did the only thing she could think of. She approached the night guard, a young man working his way through college.

"Hh.. Hello," she stammered, causing him to turn his attention up from his book. "Hello. I was wondering if the day guard, Mateo, had left anything for me. Swati. Swati Bokhari?"

The slow smile that dawned on the young man's face sent a small trickle of fear down her spine.

"Why yes, Ms Bokhari he did leave something in the office for you," he replied cordially. "Just come this way and I can let you in to get it."

Inside the office, Swati was relieved to see her clothes folded neatly with the garment bag. Thanking the young man for his help, she moved to pick up her clothes and make her escape."

"Whoa. Whoa. Slut," the guard hissed. Mateo was clear that he wanted his dress back before I gave you that one, so get it off."

Seeing the determined look on his face, Swati knew that, once again, she had no choice. Face burning in shame at having to expose herself to this young man, she slowly reached up behind her neck to undo the dress. As the top fell down, she heard the young man's gasp.

"Fucking incredible," he enthused. "I thought the old man was full of shit. I thought this was some kind of joke. I never thought..."

Moving quickly he closed the distance between them and grabbed both her tits in his hands. Kneading, pulling, squeezing.

"Fuck, these are amazing. You've got amazing tits. Now let's have a look at the rest."

Watching his face and seeing the young guard's eyes glued to her body, Swati slowly stepped out of the dress to stand naked before him. She could see the bulge in his slacks and knew that he was becoming aroused at the sight of her body. Being forced to display herself to yet another man, caused her face to burn in shame. Even so, she could not deny the growing feeling of sexual excitement that she felt.

Without even thinking, she stepped forward and pressed her hand against the young man's cock. The

soft groan of excitement that escaped his lips sent a spike of arousal directly to her dampening cunt. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Her inner slut was taking over and she dropped to her knees.

He hadn't commanded her to do anything except strip and yet she still could not stop herself from wrapping her lips around his stiff young cock. His groans spurred the slut on. Her left hand, the one which held her wedding ring, began to stroke the length of cock not enveloped in her warm wet mouth. Her expert sucking was soon rewarded by a large load of his cum spraying inside her mouth. Having no real choice, Swati swallowed the entire gooey mess down.

"Thanks, slut," the young man grunted as he straightened his uniform. "I really want to fuck you, but I have to get back to work now. We'll leave that 'till next time you work late. Make sure the door closes on your way out." And he was gone.

Swati's mind was in turmoil. How could she have done those things today? It was insane. She had acted the total slut and even sucked that guard's cock without really being forced. It was all so confusing and humiliating, and yet at the same time, so exciting. She could feel herself getting wet again as she headed home to her husband.