15-08-2024, 12:34 PM
Patode is the only person waiting for shipra. She will be spoiled by his boss and friends of her husband too. cant wait to read how life changes for shipra
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Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.
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16-08-2024, 02:24 PM
fantastic writing... especially how the situations crossed each other life between alok and shipra.. and the even though both are far away, the distance itself plays a big role inbetween them
loved the way and confidence patode has and not sure if manrata is helping shipra or want to teer shipr life lets see how it moves forward
16-08-2024, 04:31 PM
(15-08-2024, 03:49 AM)critic_honest Wrote: Great update. A sensual ecstacy of whole night of raw carnal fucking would be a more appropriate term as compared to a porno flick. Everyone's preferences differ and there is no pressure to narrate the story in a specific manner no matter how enforcing the responses are. Whatever you said is spot on as I wish to see the lengthy descriptions of foreplay and sexual positions especially a threesome. Namrata influence is making Shipra act on something that she could have restrained herself. Shipra is ready to discover her slutty promiscuous side that was hidden after her marriage to her cuckold husband alok. Someone said it was not right to include two teenagers in the plot but they were part of the plot as a third person perspective to induce the aspect of voyeurism, which is equally hot and arousing.
17-08-2024, 08:47 AM
Very interesting moves by namrata and patode to bed shipra. Hope when the husband comes to her place, she should be fucking hard with patode and namrata shows him that how his wife changed due to the jealousy she has internally about shipra family life.
19-08-2024, 05:38 PM
20-08-2024, 08:13 PM
Chapter 16 : Flight or Fight: Part 2
There is a term in psychology Cognitive Dissonance Reduction. It's a process where our mind tries to justify our actions when we engage in actions that we know are morally or ethically wrong. Cognitive dissonance occurs when there is a conflict between our beliefs, values, or attitudes and our actions. This mental discomfort pushes us to find ways to reconcile the contradiction, and our mind employs various strategies to do so. Influenced by Namrata's word, Shipra was about to experience the same. Sitting in the silence of the room, Shipra closed her eyes, her mind swirling with the weight of Namrata's words. She knew she had to make a decision, and she had to make it now. The seed that Namrata had planted in her mind was taking root, slowly winding through her thoughts, corrupting her sense of right and wrong, and pushing her toward a darker path. Shipra's heart pounded as she considered the implications. Could she really compromise her principles for the sake of survival? Could she act on the Namrata's advice, even if it meant risking her faithfulness and loyalty towards her husband Alok? Shipra saw no other way to solve all her problems. The conflict within her was growing, each thought pulling her closer to a decision that would change everything. The more she pondered, the more the idea began to take hold, slowly eroding the boundaries of her moral compass. A voice inside her head began to whisper, justifying the dangerous path she was inclining towards. It reassured her, validating Namrata's idea of using her sexuality as a tool to manipulate Patode into doing her bidding. This inner voice grew louder, convincing her that this was not just a viable option, but perhaps the only one left to achieve her goals. “Shipra,” it murmured, “there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. You have to face the truth: either you let go of this rigid moral code has brought you nothing but pain, or you risk losing everything you’ve worked so hard for. Think about it—your promotion, your investigation, the plight of those women who look to you as their only hope, your role as the financial backbone of your family. Are you really willing to sacrifice all of that? Are you ready to prove Alok right, to let his doubts about your decision-making capabilities be justified?” The voice softened, taking on a tone of twisted reason. “Gone are the days when integrity and fair play were enough to get the job done. These are modern times, Shipra, and you need to adapt if you want to survive. If the usual methods aren’t working, what harm is there in using your sexuality to achieve your goals? It’s not wrong—it’s just another tool, a means to an end. Men like Patode see women as objects anyway, mere vessels for their lust. Why not turn the tables and use that to your advantage?” “He’s already desperate to ravage your body,” the voice continued, growing more persuasive. “Why not use that desperation? You’ve seen how strong, bold women thrive in the corporate world, manipulating men, sometimes even sleeping their way to the top. They’ve secured their futures, and you can do the same. You just have to seduce him, lead him on, let him think he might have a chance with you. Tease him, dangle the possibility in front of him, and he’ll be in the palm of your hand. When it comes to women all men especially Patode's type think from their cock. In a hope to bed you, he'll happily devote himself in doing all the critical work of the branch.” The voice paused, letting its words sink in before delivering its final, chilling argument. “Remember, Shipra, this isn’t just for you—it’s for a greater cause. With a small sacrifice of your morality and principles on your part, you’ll not only secure your promotion but also ensure justice for those women who have no one else to fight for them. This is your opportunity to make a real difference. All it takes is a little compromise, a little bending of the rules. It's only cheating when you do it for sexual pleasure. There is no shame in compromising if it’s for the greater good? After all, it's only a matter of 6 months, then you'll return back to Alok, the love of your life. This little fling of yours will be in the past just like your relationship with Viresh." The scales tipped, and the intrusive thoughts that had been slowly eroding Shipra’s resolve finally prevailed. She could feel the last remnants of her resistance crumbling, replaced by a cold, calculated determination. The voice had been right—there seemed to be no other way, no other choice that wouldn’t lead to the loss of everything she held dear. Accepting this harsh reality, she stood up, her mind made up. She knew what she had to do. With a sense of purpose, Shipra walked over to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, revealing her matured and sexy body. As she gazed at herself, the voice returned, a seductive whisper that curled around her thoughts like smoke. "Look at you," it murmured. "Who could blame Patode for lusting after you? With a figure like that—so curvy, so inviting—you could have him eating out of the palm of your hand. Your soft skin, those perfect breasts, and the tightness of your thighs—they’re weapons, Shipra, tools to make him obey you like a loyal dog. He’ll be running after you, desperate for a taste of the sweet nectar you hold between those shapely thighs." The voice continued, its tone shifting from seductive to commanding, urging her forward with a tantalizing suggestion. "It’s time, Shipra," it purred, filling her mind with a sense of urgency and purpose. "Make your move. Don’t hesitate any longer. Head over to Namrata’s room and let Patode know what he desperately crave could be his if he helps you into achieving your goals. Let him know you are in control." With her mind firmly made up, Shipra slipped on a short top accentuating her bosom, her hands moved instinctively toward a pair of full-length pajama. But as she held them in her hands, a thought stopped her. She hesitated, and decided to be more daring and give Patode a nice look at her sexy bare thies. With a slight shake of her head, she cast aside the pajamas and went with the shorts she was already wearing—tiny, revealing, and with nothing underneath. This was new, uncharted territory for Shipra. Seducing Alok had always been a private affair, something kept behind closed doors in the comfort of their home. But this? With another man felt scandalous. It was bold, risky, and tinged with a hint of the forbidden. She could feel her pulse quicken with anticipation, her mind racing with a mix of nervousness and anxiety. To her surprise, Shipra felt her nipples stiffen beneath her top, and a tingling warmth spread between her legs—a physical response to the forbidden thoughts racing through her mind. The notion that she might be crossing into what could be considered borderline cheating, or even an extramarital affair-seemed to fuel her body's reactions, adding a layer of corrupt excitement that both thrilled and unnerved her. Yet, despite these unmistakable signals from her body, Shipra was too consumed by the dread of the unknown to pay them any real attention. The anxiety of what she was about to do, and the uncertainty of where it might lead, overshadowed the physical reactions she was experiencing. Her mind was too focused on the fear of the unexpected to acknowledge the desires stirring within her. Trembling slightly, Shipra gathered her courage and stepped out of her room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The air in the corridor was crisp, brushing against her exposed thighs, sending a shiver up her spine that she couldn't quite shake. But it wasn’t the cold that made her heart race—it was the anticipation of what might happen in Namrata's room tonight. Last time, Shipra had found herself teetering on the edge, her self-control slipping away as her desires nearly got the better of her. The memory was vivid, how close she had come to crossing a line she never thought she would approach. But Shipra managed to steady herself, blaming the mishap of last Sunday on her inebriated state. She pulled herself with a self assurance that nothing remotely close to that will repeat itself. Each step she took towards Namrata's room was a step away from the woman she had always been and a step closer to something unknown. Shipra's steps slowed as she approached Namrata's door, her hands fidgeting nervously and her feet feeling heavy as lead. This was the critical juncture—the ultimate moment of flight or fight, where retreat was no longer an option. She took a final, introspective breath, weighing her next move with the gravity of the situation. Summoning her resolve, she pushed the door open, stepping into the unknown. The scene inside the room, contrary to the evening, was now normal. Namrata was still in her oversized T-shirt and was sitting on the bed having her dinner. Beside her, Patode lounged in a chair, a half-empty beer bottle in hand, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating his face. A knowing smile curved on Namrata’s lips as she took in Shipra's unexpected attire. The casual, yet deliberate choice of clothing had clearly made its impact, confirming that her earlier remarks had hit their mark. She gestured to the space beside her on the bed with a welcoming motion. “Come in, Shipra,” Namrata said, her tone inviting and warm. "Have a bite.” Patode leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "Welcome back, Shipra ma'am. Sorry to disappoint, but we’re on a break. You’ll have to wait a bit longer for your voyeuristic fun." He let his gaze linger on her, the smirk widening as he took an eyeful of her in that sexy attire. "But I must say, your choice of dress is... pleasantly surprising. Seems like you might be looking for a bit of fun yourself. How about it, Shipra ma'am? While Namrata’s replenishing her energy, we can slip away to your room and have a nice fuck session. Or" he paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “if you’re feeling adventurous, we could do it right here, just like last time. I know you remember how hot it was." He turned to Namrata with a knowing look. "I told you she’d be back for more. I have that effect on women, once they see me in action, they just can’t stay away." His gaze lingered on Shipra as she moved closer. Shipra's short was having the desired effect, her outfit accentuated her curves, drawing his eyes to her shapely thighs and the curve of her hips. As she took a seat beside Namrata, he couldn’t help but follow her every movement, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes. Shipra felt the weight of his stare and crude comments, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable, determined not to let him rattle her. She had returned with a purpose, and no amount of arrogance or misplaced confidence from him would derail her. This was it—the moment of truth. The weight of decision she finally arrived at after much deliberation pressed down on her like a heavy cloak. She knew that once she crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back. The question now lingered in the air, gnawing at her: Would she be able to follow through on her plan, or would her own morality pull her back at the last second? Setting aside her doubts, Shipra began, "Patode, your lewd and vulgar comments are starting to reek of desperation. And honestly it doesn't suit you." Shipra gave Patode a condescending smile as she causally put forward her thoughts. She paused, letting her words sink in as she observed the smirk fading from his face, replaced by uncertainty. Sensing the shift in power, she pressed on, her voice steady and calm, but with a seriousness that couldn't be ignored. "You really think that just because you have an impressive cock, you can seduce me the way you did Namrata?" "Although I have to admit," Shipra’s voice softened, a hint of vulnerability creeping in as she spoke, her eyes locking onto Patode's with a raw intensity. "Last Sunday, that display of pure, unbridled lust—it caught me off guard. Watching you take control, seeing the way you made Namrata cry out in pleasure, her body writhing under the relentless onslaught of your meaty cock and unmatched stamina… it stirred something deep and primal inside me." She leaned in slightly, her tone growing huskier as she let the memory linger between them. "For a brief moment, I was right there, imagining what it would feel like to be in her place. To surrender to that raw, animalistic desire. I was tempted—so very tempted—to give in, to let my desires take control and lose myself in that heat, just like she did." She paused, letting the silence heighten the tension, drawing Patode into her trap. "But if you think now, in my clear and sober state, hurling vulgar comments and flaunting your sordid exploits with Namrata will make me go weak again, you're deeply mistaken. Instead your behavior is really making rethink." She leaned back slightly, adopting an air of cool detachment. "You know, Patode," she began, her voice steady but imbued with a hint of cool reflection, "I was genuinely impressed with you at first. Your resourcefulness and dedication to the branch work in those initial days truly caught my attention. I even started to take a liking to you—if you had continued showing that side of yourself, rather than resorting to these cheap tricks, there’s a chance I might have fallen for you and willingly given you what you so desperately seek." Shipra’s gaze remained steady, unwavering as she continued, her tone shifting to one of measured seriousness. "But despite your revulsive behavior we are colleagues, and avoiding each other is not an option. We will be working closely together over the next few months and will need to rely on one another to get the job done effectively. Given that, I have a proposition for you—one that could be mutually beneficial." The room went silent. Both Patode and Namrata were staring at Shipra, trying to comprehend the sudden change in Shipra's demeanor and personality. Namrata, who had anticipated subtle changes in Shipra’s approach after their conversations, was utterly taken aback. She had expected a gradual transformation, perhaps a more assertive tone or a confident stance, but nothing as commanding as what had just unfolded before her. Shipra had not only taken control of the situation, but she had also done so with a level of composure and authority that Namrata herself hadn’t fully expected. There was no hesitation, no faltering under the moral pressure of the act. Shipra had stepped into a role of dominance with such ease that even Namrata found herself questioning if this was the same woman she knew. On the other hand, Patode was experiencing something entirely foreign to him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to process what had just happened. Never before had he been treated this way by a woman. He was accustomed to being the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of any interaction. His entire approach to women was built on manipulation, on making them bend to his will. Over the years, he had perfected the art of domination, thriving on the thrill of making women submit to him, breaking them down mentally and emotionally. He was proud of his ability to seduce, to strip away their defenses and lure them into compromising situations. It was a game to him, one where he always came out on top, and he had planned the same for Shipra, adding her—a confident, married woman—to his list of conquests. Yet another women corrupted and defiled by his sexual prowess and pure domination. But now, staring at her, he felt an unfamiliar sensation creeping in—something akin to discomfort. Shipra’s unwavering gaze, her calm yet authoritative tone, had stripped him of his usual power. She had not only resisted his attempts to manipulate her but had also turned the tables on him so deftly that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. For the first time, Patode found himself on the receiving end of a dynamic he didn’t control. "What proposition?" Patode finally broke the silence, trying to hide the unease and confusion that crept into his voice. He kept his tone casual, but the tension in the room was palpable, and it took all his effort to maintain his usual facade of control. The reaction of Patode and Namrata gave Shipra a boost of confidence. The discomfort of Patode was clear to her. "It's very straightforward Patode, and I would directly come to the point. I need your help with some critical work of the branch and if you support me in its success I make sure you are appropriately rewarded." Patode leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit at Shipra's proposal, a small grin stretching across his face. Eager to reassert his dominance Patode spoke "Oh, I already know what this is about," cockiness returned in his tone. "You need my help with the campaign launched by the controlling office, don’t you? Toppo sir already gave me the rundown." His eyes glinted with a mix of arrogance and mischief. "He knows how resourceful I am, and since you’re new here, he’s asked me to support you in your efforts. So if I..." Shipra concealed her surprise at Patode’s knowledge about the campaign, though inwardly she cursed Toppo for breaking the chain of command. But unfazed Shipra cut off Patode in between, "Just hold your horses Patode, the campaign is certainly a part of what I wanted to discuss, but there’s something far more pressing that requires your support." Patode’s smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. He knew of the investigation Shipra was leading, but what could be so important to bring it up so directly. His curiosity piqued, he leaned forward slightly, wondering what she was about to reveal. Taking a deep breath, Shipra launched into a detailed explanation of the fraud that had been festering within the branch. She outlined how crucial it was to gather testimonies from the women of the Self-Help Groups (SHGs), who had become unwitting victims of the scam and had been denied the benefits of government scheme. These women were the key to exposing the corruption, but fear kept them silent—fear instilled by Saad Hasan’s goons, who had been intimidating them into submission. The details about the investigation caught Patode's attention. The subtle desperation in Shipra’s voice when she spoke about her investigation excited Patode. She was clearly out of her depth, unable to secure any solid evidence on her own, and now she found herself cornered, reluctantly dependent on him. This realization was more than just good news for Patode; it was a golden opportunity. The fact that Shipra needed him played perfectly into his hands. Not only could he manipulate the investigation to protect his skin, but he also recognized the leverage this situation provided. Shipra’s vulnerability was a tool he could use to his advantage, and he knew exactly how to exploit it. A slow, calculating smile curled on his lips as he listened to Shipra asking him for his help. Patode’s demeanor shifted abruptly,"Shipra ma’am," he began, his voice low and serious, "what you’re asking me to do is not a trivial matter. This isn’t like the campaign work or securing funds for the branch. This investigation you’re so determined to push forward… it means stepping into a dangerous world of politics, where the stakes are high and the consequences are real." Patode tried to corner her into seeing just how precarious her position really was. Patode leaned in, his voice laced with incredulity and warning as he spoke. "Do you even know who Saad Hasan is?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched Shipra closely. "This isn’t some petty fraud we’re talking about. Saad Hasan isn’t just a local thug—he’s a dangerous criminal, deeply involved in the political landscape with powerful connections and serious backing." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before he leaned back slightly, his gaze still fixed on her, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Are you really sure you want to get involved in this?" he asked, his tone both challenging and cautionary. "Why do think I came to you? You can help me or not?" Shipra said adamantly. "I can help you," Patode said in a suggestive tone. "But this kind of support which involves danger and risk, comes with a price. You understand that, don’t you? Just showing of some skin in skimpy clothes won't cut it." Patode’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes dark with intent. "I understand, Patode," Shipra said, her voice taking on a low, sultry tone that contrasted sharply with the discomfort she hid behind her eyes. "It is well known that you are quite resourceful and an expert in getting tricky things done. Help me succeed with all the critical work of the branch. Especially with getting those statements from the women and", Shipra paused deliberately, leaning in, her voice dropping to a soft, almost intimate whisper. "And if you do, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded. I’ll personally see to it that your efforts are fully acknowledged, and that you’re... satisfied." Though her words were bold and seductive, Shipra fought hard to keep her revulsion from surfacing. She knew she was treading dangerous ground, but she had to stay composed. She couldn't let her true feelings show, not now, not when everything was riding on this. Patode leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, lusty tone. "I have no doubt you'll satisfy me in ways no one ever has," he murmured, his words heavy with desire. His eyes flicked to Namrata, a smirk playing on his lips. "No offense, Namrata," he added, almost as an afterthought. "It's not that she's more beautiful or sexier than you. But you know how it is… I’ve always had a weakness for married women. There's just something about the forbidden that drives me wild." Namrata's lips curled into a forced, almost plastic smile as she held his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly raised her hand and flipped him the middle finger. "Hahaha... Someone's getting jealous," Patode gave a loud laugh amused at Namrata's reaction. But as quickly as the laughter had come, it faded, replaced by a dark, ominous expression that made the air feel heavy. Fooling and manipulating someone as cunning as Patode was no easy feat. He wasn't like other men, easily swayed by lust or driven by their primal instinct. Patode was momentarily taken aback by Shipra's behavior. Her sudden assertiveness caught him off guard, and for a brief moment, he found himself on the defensive. Unaware of the setback she had encountered in her investigation, Patode tried to gauge her motives. However, as he observed her carefully, his sharp instincts kicked in. He began to understand the game she was playing, realizing that Shipra was trying to outmaneuver him and gain the upper hand. But Patode was no stranger to mind games, and his cunning nature quickly devised a plan to turn the situation in his favor. He decided to trap Shipra in her own schemes and regain the control of the situation. He slowly set his beer bottle aside, crushing his cigarette underfoot with deliberate force. Then, he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with sharp focus. "I know exactly what you're up to, Shipra ma'am," Patode said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low murmur that cut through the tension in the room. His eyes bore into hers, unblinking and calculating, as if trying to strip away the facade she had so carefully constructed. "This cool act of yours, trying to be bold and seductive, it doesn’t suit you. Not one bit." His sudden shift in demeanor caught both Namrata and Shipra off guard. They exchanged confused glances, silently asking each other what had just happened, unsure of where this conversation was headed. Patode stood up and made his way towards them, "I must hand it to you, though," he began, his voice dripping with a mix of mock admiration and disdain. "I never thought you had it in you to be so cunning, Shipra. You really had me impressed there for a moment with your clever little tactics—trying to kill two birds with one arrow, so to speak. " He paused in front of them, "But," he continued, his tone hardening, "you made one fatal mistake. You underestimated me. I can see right through your facade." Patode’s voice was laced with contempt as he spoke, his eyes flickering between the two women. Shipra was momentarily thrown off by Patode's accusations, her heart pounding in her chest, "What the hell are you blabbing about, Patode?" she shot back, her voice tinged with frustration, though she fought to keep it steady. She refused to let him see the cracks in her armor. "All I offered was a way for mutual benefit—for the good of the branch and those women who need our help." Patode moved closer, his presence becoming more invasive and suffocating. With a deliberate and unsettling slowness, he positioned his right knee between Shipra's legs, a gesture meant to dominate and intimidate. He bent down until his face was mere inches from hers, his breath warm and unsettling against her skin. His voice, now a low, venomous whisper, dripped with mockery as he spoke. "Oh, come on, Shipra. You don't have to be so modest," he sneered, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "If you wanted me that badly, you should’ve just said it outright. No need for all this pretense." Shipra's face flushed with a mix of anger and disgust as Patode’s words sank in. Without a second thought, she shoved him away, using all her strength to create distance between them. She quickly stood up from the bed, her heart pounding as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Patode, the anger in her gaze piercing through the tension that had filled the room. "You are so full of yourself, Patode," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "I had no intention of anything like that. How dare you even suggest such a thing?" Patode sat on the bed with a smug, self-satisfied grin, watching Shipra’s every move as he spoke with an infuriating calmness. "No need to get so upset, ma'am," he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I understand. You’re a married woman, and my senior in the branch. Of course, you couldn’t just come right out and ask for… sexual favors, no matter how much your body might crave it. After all, I know the effect I have on women." With that, Patode turned his attention to Namrata, who had been silent until now. He casually reached for her, his hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. The action was possessive, almost cruel in its disregard for her feelings. As Namrata sat in his lap, Patode’s fingers trailed up her back, lifting her T-shirt just enough to expose the soft skin of her hips. He squeezed her flesh with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes still locked on Shipra, challenging her with every touch. "Ever since you saw me with Namrata," he continued, his voice lowering to a more sinister tone, "you couldn’t control yourself, could you? You admitted it yourself few moments ago. Today, it was just too much for you to handle, so you came up with this excuse—this whole charade—just to get a taste of what you’ve been fantasizing about." He paused, his smirk growing as he savored the tension he was creating. His grip on Namrata tightened slightly as if to punctuate his words. "Isn’t that right, Shipra?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "You just couldn’t hold back any longer, could you? You’ve been aching for getting ploughed by my cock, desperate to know what it feels like to have me inside you. Just like your friend here." He reveled in her discomfort, his words becoming filthier as he tried to strip away her dignity. "You want the same pleasure I gave her, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice oozing with contempt. "You’ve been craving it ever since you saw what I can do. You just had to make your move—find an excuse to get yourself a taste of my cock. That’s what all this was about, wasn’t it? You couldn’t resist the urge any longer." Shipra was determined not to let Patode regain control of the situation. Her frustration turned into a sharp, biting resolve as she sought to undermine his arrogance and challenge his vulgar assumptions, her agitation boiling over into cold, biting words." Hahaha... What a load of crap," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You really think you’re something special, don’t you, Patode? You and your overblown ego, convinced that you’re some kind of sexual god just because you’ve got a big dick and a little experience." She stepped closer, her voice growing sharper, more cutting with each word. "You think you’re so irresistible, that women are falling over themselves to be with you. But let me tell you something—you're your own biggest fan. You’ve built this entire fantasy in your head where you’re the ultimate prize, but the truth is, you’re just another guy who thinks his cock is the answer to everything." Shipra's eyes blazed with anger as she continued, refusing to back down. "You think you’re special? Please. Every other man out there thinks the same, clueless to the fact that half the time, women are just faking it to stroke their fragile egos. And you’re no different, Patode." "I don’t just think, Shipra ma'am," he said with a sneer. "I know for a fact how good I am. Fake it you said! You must be faking it with your husband to please him but the women I fuck, they keep coming back for more just because they experience real orgasm with me, which their wimpy husband couldn't provide. You’ve seen it yourself—how I made Namrata cum again and again, right on my dick. You were right there, watching every minute of it." He let out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with cruel amusement. "And today, I even made her squirt, right in front of you. You can deny it all you want, but the truth is, I caught you. Caught you in your own moment of weakness, caught you in the act of wanting what I have to offer." Patode was clearly enjoying the power he held over her, using his experiences with Namrata as a weapon to belittle Shipra. "Don’t pretend you weren’t affected," he taunted, leaning in closer with a predatory smile. "You saw what I can do, and it’s eating at you. You’re just in denial because you got caught wanting something you couldn’t admit." "Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Patode," she said with a cold, detached edge. "But Namrata is just a horny bitch who would have acted the same way with anyone who could get her off. It’s not about you—it’s about her." She paused, shooting a condescending look towards both of them before continuing with a decisive firmness. "If you’re not interested in my proposal or can’t see past your own ego, that’s fine. I don’t need to waste any more time here. I’ll handle it myself." With a decisive turn, Shipra made her way toward the door. As she exited the room, Patode cast a glance at Namrata, who was visibly seething with anger at Shipra’s dismissive remark. Her face flushed with frustration, but Patode’s expression was one of twisted amusement, clearly enjoying the discord he had incited. He smoothly pushed Namrata off his lap, his movements deliberate and dismissive, as if she were a mere distraction. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and challenge as he stood up, his gaze following Shipra’s retreating figure. Patode’s steps were deliberate and unhurried as he trailed behind Shipra, savoring the view of her confidently swaying hips in those form-fitting shorts. His eyes lingered on the tantalizing curve of her juicy ass. He was determined to keep the psychological edge and assert his dominance, unwilling to let Shipra’s departure go unchallenged. As Shipra reached her room, she was about to slam the door shut with a decisive force, but Patode had other plans. His mind was already scheming, intent on extending their confrontation with something insidious. With a swift motion, he stopped the door from closing, his hand pressing firmly against the frame. Patode leaned in, his body blocking the door. Shipra's face was a storm of frustration, her anger barely contained. She was on the verge of bursting her fury, but Patode’s next words cut through her rising rage, capturing her attention. "Just hold on, I have a proposition for you too, Shipra ma'am," he said, his voice taking on a deceptively smooth tone. "Care to lend me your ear? It might just solve all your troubles and could even get rid of me for good." Shipra was suspicious of his intentions but its potential benefits seeming too enticing to ignore. Patode’s smirk was both challenging and confident, hinting at an intricate plan that he believed would appeal to her. Shipra hesitated, her anger momentarily overridden by curiosity. With a resigned sigh, she released her grip on the door and turned back into the room. She moved toward her bed, sitting down with her legs crossed, her posture rigid but expectant. She looked at him expectantly, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. "Alright," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctant curiosity. "What’s your offer? Let’s hear it." Patode's smirk widened as he took a deliberate step closer to Shipra. He was ready to unveil his proposition, eager to draw her further into his web of manipulation. "Mine's also quite straightforward, actually," Patode began, his voice smooth and almost conversational. He echoed her earlier dismissive remarks with a sly grin that made Shipra’s frown deepen. The repetition of her own words, twisted with his mocking tone, was a deliberate jab at her. He continued, leaning in slightly as he spoke, his demeanor one of calculated charm. "Since you've questioned my sexual prowess, my allure over women, and my experience—using it as a smokescreen to mask your own forbidden desires for someone other than your husband—my proposition is designed to address all these issues. It will clear all the doubts and reveal the truth while also solving your workplace troubles." Patode's gaze remained fixed on Shipra, his expression a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. He was playing on her curiosity, presenting his offer as a solution to both personal and professional dilemmas. The proposition promised not only to clear up her doubts but also to potentially ease the burdens she faced in her work. Patode’s eyes glinted with a mixture of challenge and satisfaction as he laid out his proposition, his tone smooth and self-assured. "You see," he began, his voice deliberate and measured, "the terms are quite simple. You just have make me cum in 15 minutes or less using any technique you deem fit. It doesn’t matter how you do it—just that you succeed within the time limit." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing with a sly smile. "If you manage to meet this challenge, not only will I concede that I’m not a sex god as you’ve pointed out, but I’ll also offer my full support for all your official work. Whether it’s campaign duties, investigations, or any other tasks you need assistance with, I’ll be at your service. I’ll make sure to assist with everything as long as you’re the branch head of the Kasegaon branch." Patode’s grin widened, his gaze locked on Shipra, knowing full well the provocative nature of his offer. "And, to top it off, I’ll stop all my lewd comments and advances. I’ll cease to be a nuisance and won’t trouble you with any more of my unwanted attention." He leaned in slightly, his tone carrying a final note of arrogance as he concluded, "So, what do you say? It’s a chance to address all your grievances with me and solve your work problems. It’s a win-win if you can manage it." The tables had turned dramatically. Shipra’s strategy to leverage Patode’s advances to meet her objectives had backfired. The situation had evolved into something entirely unexpected, escalating beyond what she had ever anticipated. As per her plan she knew she would have to get a little physical with Patode at some point of time—perhaps limited to groping, kissing, and some skin show. However, Patode’s demands were far beyond what she had prepared herself for. Now, she found herself in a position she hadn’t anticipated, where the lines between her duty and her personal ethics were blurring. The challenge of meeting his explicit demand placed her back in the turmoil she had faced when she started the evening—a struggle between her professional responsibilities, her feelings of helplessness, and her moral values. "What do you say, Shipra? Ready to walk the talk?" a voice cut through the tension in the room, sharp and mocking. Patode turned slightly, and Shipra's gaze followed. It was Namrata, standing in the doorway with a smug expression plastered across her face. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and spite, clearly reveling in the situation. The anger from Shipra’s earlier comment still simmered beneath her smirk, but now it was layered with a twisted satisfaction at seeing Shipra cornered. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her eyes flickering between Patode and Shipra, savoring the turn of events. It was clear she was ready to exact her revenge, eager to see how Shipra would handle the proposition Patode had laid before her. Shipra felt the weight of their stares pressing down on her, the room shrinking as the tension thickened. Namrata's words echoed in her mind, taunting her, pushing her further into a corner. This was not how she had imagined things would unfold. She had come prepared for a challenge, but not for this—a cruel game where her dignity was the pawn. Patode remained silent, his eyes locked on Shipra, waiting for her next move. The smirk on his face spoke volumes—he was relishing every moment of her discomfort. Namrata’s presence only fueled the fire, her satisfaction at seeing Shipra vulnerable evident in every glance. Seeing Shipra wrestling with her decision, Patode’s eyes gleamed with a new, twisted idea. He sensed her hesitation and decided to push her further into the corner, manipulating the situation to his advantage. With a sly grin, he turned his gaze to Namrata, who was still standing smugly by the door, and threw in another provocation. "Since Namrata is already here," Patode began, his voice dripping with false charm, "let’s raise the stakes, shall we? How about this—I’ll let you both join forces and try to make me cum. I am basically giving you a handicap. It's two against one. What do you say, Namrata? Ready to help your friend out?" Namrata’s eyebrows arched in surprise, but it was clear from the glint in her eyes that she was intrigued by the idea. She took a slow, deliberate step forward towards Patode. Reaching him, Namrata slid her arms around his waist from behind, her hands creeping down towards his crotch. She pressed her body against his back, her breath warm against his neck. With a wicked smile, she let her fingers trail over the bulge in his pants, giving his cock a teasing, gentle rub. The sensation sent a shiver through Patode, and he tilted his head slightly, enjoying her touch. "You really think you can handle the two of us, Patode?" Namrata whispered into his ear, her voice sultry and taunting. She continued to stroke him, slow and deliberate, as if testing his resolve. Namrata's fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements over Patode's crotch as she shifted her gaze to Shipra. "What do you say, Shipra?" Namrata purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "It seems our dear Patode is underestimating us. He thinks he's got the upper hand, but we both know he’s just another man blinded by his own arrogance." Her hands pressed more firmly against Patode’s bulge, eliciting a soft groan from him as she continued her teasing. "Why don't we show him how wrong he is and make him regret this little proposition of his?" "Come on, Shipra," the voice returned echoing in her mind, insistent and relentless, coaxing her toward a decision. "This is your chance to make him eat his words. Show him that you're more than capable of handling whatever he throws at you. And besides, now the stakes are even lower. You don’t have to endure his harassment for the rest of your tenure. Just 15 minutes, Shipra. A small sacrifice for your peace of mind." The logic clawed at her, relentless and persuasive. Patode’s proposition had forced her into a corner, and now the voice in her head was offering her a way out, albeit a degrading one. The idea of giving in to his twisted demand made her stomach churn, but the thought of finally being free of his advances—of making him regret underestimating her—was tempting. And with Namrata by her side, the odds seemed tilted in her favor. "Just a handjob," the voice continued, more seductive now. "That's all it would take. With Namrata by your side, he won't be able to hold out. You can do this, Shipra. End it quickly, and he'll never bother you again." Shipra's eyes flicked to Namrata, who was still teasing Patode, her hands working him over with calculated precision. Namrata met her gaze, a smirk playing on her lips as if she could read the turmoil in Shipra’s mind. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, Are you in or out? Patode, meanwhile, was reveling in the attention, clearly confident that he had Shipra exactly where he wanted her. His cocky grin only fueled Shipra's anger, making the voice in her head even louder. Taking a deep breath, Shipra felt her resolve solidify. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped closer to Patode, her face a mask of determination. "Alright, Patode," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Remember—you asked for this and just don't back out once I make you cum? Let’s get this over with." "I am a man of my word, Shipra," Patode replied smoothly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But before we begin, let me complete the proposal." His eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as he continued. "We’ve discussed what you get if you win, but let’s talk about what I get if—no, when—I win." Shipra’s breath caught in her throat. She had expected him to pull something like this, but hearing it out loud made her stomach drop. She knew that whatever came next wouldn’t be easy to swallow. Patode leaned in closer, reducing the already minimal space between them, his breath hot and heavy as he laid out his terms with a chilling calmness. His voice was low, dripping with malicious intent as he said, "If I win, Shipra, you’ll do more than just admit defeat. You’ll have to acknowledge my sexual prowess, admit that I was able to break down your defenses and conquer you." He paused, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watched her face, searching for signs of resistance that he could twist to his advantage. "But that’s not all," he continued, his voice taking on an even darker edge. "You'll surrender, Shipra," he continued, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Surrender to those hidden cravings you've been trying so hard to deny. You'll embrace the forbidden, give in to the taboo. Your body will finally get what it's been secretly yearning for, and you'll enjoy every second of it. No more pretense, no more hiding behind your duties or morals." His smile widened into a wicked grin as he delivered the final blow. "From now until your tenure ends, you'll be my sex buddy-just like Namrata. You'll be at my beck and call, ready to please me whenever want, wherever want, and in whatever way I want. No going back, no hesitation. You'll be mine, Shipra, and we'll enjoy every moment of it." The room fell deadly silent, the atmosphere thick with tension and the overwhelming sense of entrapment. Shipra stood frozen, her mind racing as she grappled with the full weight of what Patode was proposing. She knew the stakes were dangerously high—too high—but the alternative, the thought of continuing to navigate the treacherous waters of her professional and personal life, felt even more unbearable. If she agreed to Patode's twisted terms, she wouldn’t just be giving up her body to him—she’d be surrendering her dignity, her self-respect, the very essence of who she was. The moral boundaries she had carefully upheld would be obliterated, leaving her trapped in a cycle of degradation and submission. And yet, as revolting as the thought was, Shipra found herself ensnared by the insidious lure of his proposition. Patode’s offer dangled before her like a poisoned apple. The simplicity of his proposition was what made it so tempting—a chance to end all her troubles in one decisive act, to silence the endless battles and struggles she had faced and those that would inevitably arise during the remaining six months of her tenure. It was an opportunity to rid herself of the constant tension, the gnawing fear of what Patode might do next, and the relentless stress that had been wearing her down. Patode’s proposition, as vile as it was, might be her only option. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she might be too far gone to turn back now. Her mind, once resolute in its refusal to bow to such depravity, now wavered. After all, wasn’t this exactly what she had been fighting for—an end to the chaos, a solution to her problems? If this was the price she had to pay, then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it. Or so she tried to convince herself, knowing deep down that whatever she chose, the consequences would haunt her forever. Patode's eyes bore into hers, daring her to defy him, to resist the inevitable. He relished the power he held over her, the control he was about to seize. "Fine, Patode," Shipra finally spoke, her voice strained but steady, betraying none of the turmoil raging inside her. She looked him dead in the eye, refusing to let him see any weakness. "If this is what it takes to put an end to your arrogant attitude, then let’s get it over with." There was no turning back now. She had crossed a line she never imagined she would, but the resolve in her eyes was unshaken. She glanced over at Namrata, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Shipra's expression hardened as she addressed her. "Namrata," she said with a firm nod, "let’s do this." Namrata’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She had expected Shipra to resist, to fight back with the fierce determination she was known for, but instead, Shipra had agreed to Patode's vile proposal. The shock of it sent a thrill through Namrata, an unexpected tingle of anticipation coursing through her veins. She had always harbored an adventurous streak, but this situation—so twisted, so taboo—was something even she hadn’t anticipated. She moved closer to Shipra, her gaze flicking between Shipra and Patode as the tension in the room thickened. Patode strutted confidently over to Shipra's bed, his every step dripping with arrogance. A smug grin spread across his face, as if he were savoring his victory before the game had even begun. He glanced at his watch, the ticking seconds only fueling his anticipation. "It's 9:35," he announced with a sly smirk, his voice casual but laced with underlying menace. "How about we start the timer at 9:45 sharp." Shipra may have accepted to go through but now at the moment of action she stood paralyzed unable to decide what to do next. The weight of the moment was almost unbearable, and she found herself frozen, unable to take the next step. “Come on, Shipra. We don’t have all night,” Patode taunted, unable to hide his excitement. His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as he watched her struggle with her decision, savoring every moment of her discomfort. “Why don’t you come over here and help me out of these pants?” he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “Get my stiff, eager dick ready so you can start servicing it.” Sensing Shipra's hesitation, Namrata decided to act decisively. She moved towards Patode, her movements deliberate and commanding. Kneeling before him, she brought her face close to his crotch, her actions both assertive and intimate. With a practiced hand, she slowly unzipped his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, revealing Patode's prominent bulge straining against the confines of his briefs. She glanced over her shoulder at Shipra, her eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and reassurance. "Forget about everything, Shipra," she said with a teasing smile. "Just follow my lead, and it'll all be over before you know it." Her tone was both encouraging and provocative, aimed at pulling Shipra out of her paralyzing indecision and guiding her through the moment. With a little push from Namrata, Shipra mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen. "Let's make this quick," she said, her tone icy and devoid of emotion. She was determined to keep her walls up, to get through this with giving as little satisfaction as possible to Patode. Patode’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as Shipra moved closer to him. "Just remember, Shipra," he purred, "you agreed to this. Don’t back out now." Her jaw clenched, but she said nothing more. This was it. The lines had been drawn, and now all that was left was to see who would come out on top. As she knelt down beside Namrata and prepared to go through with it, she silently vowed, she would make sure Patode regretted ever thinking he could control her. The scene dripped with raw eroticism. Two of the most stunning, mature, and irresistibly sexy women any man could imagine knelt before Patode. Their submissive posture at his feet only amplified the charged atmosphere. Could any man truly resist such temptation that lay before him? The sheer sight of such beauty and the promise of both physical and mental ecstasy seemed almost impossible to deny. Was Patode really got ahead of himself in his ego or was he as good as he proclaimed? Was Shipra truly submitting just to secure her future, fulfill her responsibilities, and keep Patode in check? On the surface, it seemed like a calculated move—a necessary compromise to protect what mattered most. Yet, beneath that veneer of pragmatism, there lurked an unsettling question. Was there something darker, driving her actions, something she couldn't fully acknowledge even to herself? Was Patode right in his observations? Questions swirled in the background, but at this moment, none of them held any significance. The weight of doubt, the complexities of motives—all of it faded into irrelevance. What lay ahead was something far more primal, an act so intensely carnal that everything else ceased to exist. The three of them were on the brink of surrendering to pure, unfiltered desire, where words and thoughts no longer had a place. In this situation, nothing mattered except the sensations they were about to share, an all-consuming passion that would strip away any pretense and leave only raw, undeniable need. "It’s time. The clock is ticking,” Patode murmured, his voice laced with arrogance as he gazed down into Shipra’s eyes. His smile, a twisted blend of superiority and malevolence, sent a shiver through her. .................... Continued in next post.......... got way to long for a single post. 
20-08-2024, 08:15 PM
Without hesitation, Namrata reached for the waistband of his underwear, her movements slow and deliberate. As she peeled it down, his cock sprang free, imposing and commanding attention. Fully erect between their faces, the sheer size of it left both women momentarily breathless, their eyes locked on the impressive length and thickness that pulsed with life before them. Veins snaked along the shaft, each one throbbing as blood coursed through, making him rock hard. Patode, savoring their reactions, slowly peeled back his foreskin, revealing the engorged, glistening head. Precum oozed from the tip, a tantalizing bead that hinted at the intense pleasure to come.
Giving a handjob wasn't unfamiliar territory for Shipra. She had often pleasured Alok with her hands. But this—pleasuring another man—felt profoundly different. Immoral, even degrading. The weight of what she was about to do pressed heavily on her conscience, but she pushed those feelings aside, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. With a deep breath and trembling fingers, Shipra reached out and wrapped her hand around Patode's thick, throbbing cock. The size and heat of it caught her off guard. It was nothing like Alok's familiar touch—this was larger, harder, and seemed to vibrate with a potent, almost dangerous energy. A comparison flashed in her mind—Viresh. The similarity was striking, and the thought both unsettled and intrigued her. As she tightened her grip and began to stroke him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she tried to ignore the guilt gnawing at her. The roughness of his skin against her palm, the way his cock pulsed with each stroke—it was all overwhelming. Beside her, Namrata leaned in, her hands reaching for Patode's balls. She cradled them gently, massaging them with a slow, teasing rhythm. The two women moved in unison, their actions synchronized, though neither of them spoke. “That’s not going to cut it, Shipra,” Patode taunted. “You can stroke all you want, but if you really want to make me cum, you’ll have to get down and dirty.” He paused, savoring the control he wielded over her, his eyes darkening with desire. “Why don’t you take off your top and bra? I’ve already seen you topless anyway. Let’s put those milky tits of yours on full display—the view from above will give me the perfect stimulation.” A wicked grin spreading across his face as he relished the sight of two women at his mercy, pleasuring him simultaneously. The thrill of dominance coursed through him, making his cock throb even harder in Shipra’s trembling hand. Shipra ignored Patode's lewd commentary and focused on increasing her pace, determined to block out his taunts. But as the seconds ticked by, her confidence began to waver. Two minutes in, the realization crept in—Patode was right. Her efforts alone weren’t enough to push him over the edge. Beside her, Namrata leaned in and whispered softly, her voice carrying the weight of experience. “A simple handjob won’t cut it, Shipra. You’re wasting time. You can’t hold back. If you do, you’ll lose. Remember the endgame. Just let go of your inhibitions for the next ten minutes—be shameless, make him eat his words.” With that, Namrata made the first move, slipping her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Her boldness was a clear challenge, a silent nudge urging Shipra to follow suit. The message was clear: if they were going to take control, they had to embrace the role completely. Shipra hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she weighed her options. But the pressure was mounting, and Namrata’s actions left little room for second-guessing. Taking a deep breath, Shipra steeled herself, knowing that to win this twisted game, she would have to step outside her comfort zone. Namrata’s words echoed in her mind—just be shameless. With a resolute determination, she let go of Patode's cock as she began to shed her own top, preparing to push herself further than she ever had before. Patode wore a triumphant look, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Just in a few more moments, Shipra, and you’ll be mine—my bitch for the rest of your time here,” he mused silently, the thought feeding his twisted sense of power. Shipra knelt before him, now clad in nothing but her skin-colored bra, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. As she glanced up, she found Patode staring back at her, his eyes dark with desire and a malicious smile curling on his lips. Before she could think of her next step, Namrata made her move. Her fingers, deft and experienced, slipped behind Shipra’s back, and with a swift, practiced motion, she unclasped the hook of her bra. Shipra barely had time to react before Namrata tugged the straps off her shoulders, leaving her bare-chested and vulnerable. Patode’s smile widened, his eyes drinking in the sight of Shipra’s naked breasts, now fully on display. "That's more like it", Patode murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs parted wide apart, his curved long dick rising straight up like a pole. Both Namrata and Shipra were now topless, their bare chests exposed to the charged air between them and Patode. The contrast between the two women only heightened the appeal of the scene. Namrata's breasts were smaller but perfectly shaped, with a firmness that made them stand out proudly on her chest. Her nipples were taut, a subtle but unmistakable sign of her arousal. Shipra's breasts, on the other hand, were fuller, heavier, their weight causing a slight, natural sag. They carried a different kind of beauty, one that spoke of maturity and sensuality. The differences between them only made the scene more intoxicating. Patode’s eyes roved hungrily from one woman to the other, savoring the unique beauty each offered. Namrata’s taut, athletic figure exuded a quiet confidence, while Shipra’s voluptuous form spoke of a deep, untapped sensuality. "Now, follow my lead," Namrata pegged Shipra. With a practiced grace, she pulled her hair back and spread her thighs wider, settling into a position of complete submission, yet there was an unmistakable power in her actions. Her eyes locked onto Shipra’s, silently urging her to keep pace, to embrace the inevitable. Namrata then slowly bent forward, her gaze never wavering from Shipra’s, as she reached out and took hold of Patode’s throbbing cock. There was no hesitation in her touch, no second-guessing. She guided his thick shaft to her lips with ease, opening her mouth to welcome him in. The moment his cock slid past her lips, the room was filled with the sound of her wet mouth enveloping him, a lewd, unmistakable noise that sent a shiver of excitement through the air. Namrata took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she began to work him with an expert rhythm. The wet heat of her mouth was too much for Patode to resist, and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, his head tipping back in pleasure. Each movement of her head, each flick of her tongue, was calculated to draw the maximum response from him, and she did it with a skill that spoke of experience and control. Shipra watched the scene unfold before her, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. The vulgarity of the act clashed with the raw, undeniable power Namrata displayed, leaving Shipra momentarily stunned. The sight of Namrata’s lips wrapped around Patode’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in deeper, was both jarring and mesmerizing. In that moment, Shipra realized she was witnessing something far beyond simple submission—it was a display of dominance in its own right, a way of claiming control in a situation that had threatened to strip them of it. The reality of what she needed to do next began to sink in, the weight of it settling heavily on her shoulders. With hesitant movement she inched closer, her heart pounded in her chest, and her mouth felt parched. The mix of disgust and dread that had filled her moments before seemed to dissolve, replaced by a cold, numbing acceptance. She could no longer fight the reality of what was unfolding before her—the twisted dynamics, the unspoken power struggle. The situation demanded her surrender, and she found herself yielding, letting go of the resistance that had held her back. "That’s it, Shipra. Come closer," Patode urged, his voice laced with a seductive tone that was both commanding and persuasive. "Let my cock feel the softness of your lips, the warmth of your mouth. Join Namrata and suck me dry." His words dripped with anticipation, coaxing her to cross the final line. Shipra found herself kneeling between Patode’s powerful thighs, her body tense as she moved closer to his crotch. Her breath came in shallow, nervous gasps, her face now mere inches away from his throbbing erection. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her—Namrata’s lips wrapped tightly around Patode’s cock, her head moving with a steady, practiced rhythm as she pleasured him with unwavering focus. Namrata released Patode's cock from her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, a wet pop filling the air as she backed away slightly, creating space for Shipra to step in. She wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes locking with Shipra's in a silent invitation. The unspoken message was clear: it was Shipra's turn. Shipra's gaze remained transfixed on Patode's glistening cock, now wet and twitching with anticipation. The sight was hypnotic, the thick shaft pulsing with a life of its own, eager for the attention Namrata had primed it for. " It's your turn, Shipra," Namrata coaxed, her voice both gentle and insistent. "Suck him. Make him cum, while I seduce him." Her words were like a command wrapped in velvet, and as she spoke, she rose to her feet, her movements slow and sensual. Standing just a few inches away, Namrata began to peel her panties down, her eyes never leaving Patode’s, a calculated act of seduction meant to heighten his arousal. Shipra stole a quick glance back at Namrata, needing the reassurance of her presence. Namrata's calm expression and steady gaze grounded her in the surreal moment. It was a small comfort, but enough to push her forward. Turning her focus back to Patode, Shipra found herself mere inches away from his cock. Her breath caught in her throat as the tip of it hovered just before her lips, so close that she could feel its heat. Instinctively, her mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping her as her lips almost brushed against the head of his cock. The reality of what she was about to do surged through her, as Shipra readied herself to take the plunge into the depths of what she knew she could no longer resist. BEEP! The sharp sound of Shipra’s phone shattered the thick silence that had engulfed the room. The screen lit up with a notification, casting a brief glow across the darkened space. Patode's head snapped back toward the source of the sound, his expression shifting from eager anticipation to sudden irritation while Shipra’s trance broke, the hypnotic hold of the moment dissolving as her attention shifted towards the glowing screen. End of Chapter 16 : Flight or Fight: Part 2 
20-08-2024, 11:22 PM
A fantastic update man.. you have paused at a terrible place. Remembering how chapter 15 ended I hope there will be something big in next chapter.
21-08-2024, 01:02 AM
Bro, if this is your original work, then I must acknowledge that you have exceptional talent.
I am afraid you are wasting it here. But if you like what you are doing, then please continue. You are a legend in making. This time more than the story, I admired your writing.
-Pickup, drop, escape.
21-08-2024, 07:00 AM
Nice story and wonderfull narration.
For a change i would like to see Patode becoming a slave to these girls. Will see
21-08-2024, 09:35 AM
Your writing is so good
If I may add something, since Shipra came with a resolve and took up the challenge it would've been good if she discussed strategy with namratha before the challenge Here again patode has the charge . The friends going back to their slutty college days
21-08-2024, 02:32 PM
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No offense bro but the plot went haywire, lacking erotic elements in this chapter. The conversation went on and on and never transitioned into a sex sequence quite when it required. Shipra doesn't look aroused rather the whole aspect of compulsions seems a bit overused in other numerous sex stories. In your chapters 8 and 9, Shipra was playfully seduced and a willing participant since she was purely sexually aroused, yet did not have any other motives to engage in a threesome. Somehow, it seems you can't seem to connect from where you left out in the chapter 15, the part where alok was calling and Shipras phone was buried under the saree and sweaty bodies were fukcing each other under a beam of moonlight. Some ending parts of a chapter triggers such a suspense and excitement among the readers, while the subsequent chapters don't match the same level of sensation as compared to the end part of the preceding chapter. In a sense , the plot lacks proper flow in narration between chapters. What should have been a legendary sexual narration ended up being a meaningless futile conversation of cat and mouse game between parode and the other two. It could have been simpler but the prolonged conversations really blew the air when all that was required was descriptions of a threesome sex.
21-08-2024, 03:14 PM
(21-08-2024, 02:32 PM)maharsha25 Wrote: No offense bro but the plot went haywire, lacking erotic elements in this chapter. The conversation went on and on and never transitioned into a sex sequence quite when it required. Shipra doesn't look aroused rather the whole aspect of compulsions seems a bit overused in other numerous sex stories. In your chapters 8 and 9, Shipra was playfully seduced and a willing participant since she was purely sexually aroused, yet did not have any other motives to engage in a threesome. Somehow, it seems you can't seem to connect from where you left out in the chapter 15, the part where alok was calling and Shipras phone was buried under the saree and sweaty bodies were fukcing each other under a beam of moonlight. Some ending parts of a chapter triggers such a suspense and excitement among the readers, while the subsequent chapters don't match the same level of sensation as compared to the end part of the preceding chapter. In a sense , the plot lacks proper flow in narration between chapters. What should have been a legendary sexual narration ended up being a meaningless futile conversation of cat and mouse game between parode and the other two. It could have been simpler but the prolonged conversations really blew the air when all that was required was descriptions of a threesome sex. None taken brother, everyone is entitled to their opinion. But as I have already mentioned the story is not about meaningless fuck fest, it's about Shipra's ordeals. I tried to make the narration as close to reality as possible and in my view this chapter is one of the most important one in this story line. And why would Shipra be aroused????? She is not intoxicated like before, she has been stressed by work and Patode's behaviour and above all she just had a fight with Alok. Why in her right mind she will be aroused? As far as connecting the previous chapter is concerned please be patience dear reader, the encounter has not ended yet. And if you have read the chapter more closely you'll find Alok texted Shipra first before calling which is directly linked in the last para of part 2. The character of Shipra is not of a horny dumb wife who jumps on a bigger cock as soon as she sees one. Her struggles and efforts are portrayed in this chapter. And at last I don't think you really grasped the essence of this chapter and was expecting just a blown out threesome. Sorry to disappoint you, I hope you'll like the next chapter. Thanks for taking time to put out your views. Really appreciate it. |
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