Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 2 : Lust, Lies and Power
"Wow…" Patode’s words trailed off as he momentarily froze, visibly taken aback by Namrata’s choice of attire. His eyes swept over her figure with unabashed appreciation before he regained his composure. “
You look absolutely stunning in that outfit, Namrata,” he said, his voice carrying a low, admiring tone.
“Damn sexy.”
A sly grin curved his lips as he gave her a deliberate thumbs-up, his eyes gleaming with approval as Namrata and Shipra stepped out of their rooms, ready for the evening. Namrata donned a beautiful yellow one piece summer dress, which was off shoulder and ended right above her knees. It hugged her curvy hips, highlighting the graceful contours of her shapely legs and accentuated her bare shoulders and collarbone offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
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"Thanks, Patode," Namrata replied, striking a playful pose and pouting her lips like a model.
Patode’s gaze shifted to Shipra, who had opted for a modest and simple salwar suit. He raised an eyebrow, his tone playful as he said,
“Shipra ma’am, are we heading to a board meeting? Don’t you think something a little more fitting for the occasion might be better?”
He leaned back with a teasing smirk, his eyes giving her dramatic top to bottom look.
“It will just us and Salim bhai tonight. The dhaba hasn’t even been inaugurated yet. You could let loose a little, you know, just like Namrata,” he added, his voice laced with gentle mockery as he gestured toward her companion.
"This is perfectly fine. We’re just going to a small rural dhaba, after all. And what if your Salim bhai turns out to be a pervert like you?" Shipra replied, adjusting her dupatta, her tone calm but slightly sarcastic. "
Besides, I didn’t pack anything Western, so you’ll have to make do."
"Come on, Shipra, don’t be such a Behenji," Namrata teased, her tone light but insistent. "
You’re totally killing the vibe here. We’re going out to have fun, and with Patode around, we’ll be fine." Before Shipra could protest, Namrata grabbed her hand with a determined smile, cutting off any chance for another excuse.
“That’s it. Come with me—I’ll lend you one of my dresses,” she said, tugging her friend along with a playful firmness.
"Namrata, your dresses won’t fit me," Shipra protested, her voice tinged with reluctance.
"Really, let’s just go. It’s not that big a deal."
"Don’t worry, I have a dress that will fit you perfectly. Trust me, you’ll look amazing," Namrata insisted, pulling her friend back into her room. She glanced at Patode over her shoulder and added,
"Give us ten minutes, Patode. We’ll be right out."
Patode's grin widened as he noticed the window to Namrata's room was slightly ajar. Unable to resist, he moved silently toward it, his breath hitching as he caught a partial view of the scene inside.
"Here, try this on," Namrata said, pulling a sleek dress from her wardrobe and handing it to Shipra.
"It’s not too revealing, I promise, but it’ll complement your curvy figure perfectly."
Shipra hesitated, holding the dress up in front of her. "
I’m not sure, Namrata," she said, her brows furrowed in discomfort.
"It’s still a bit too much considering the place we are heading."
Namrata rolled her eyes, letting out a playful groan.
"Oh, come on, Shipra. Stop acting like a grandma and just wear it. You’ll look fabulous," she said, stepping closer with mock frustration. Before Shipra could react, Namrata swiftly slipped her hand through the sides and tugged at the cord of Shipra’s salwar, making the fabric slip down.
"Namrata!" Shipra yelped, clutching at the slipping salwar as she spun around, a mixture of surprise and indignation on her face.
"You little pervert! I’m getting ready, okay? No need to strip me yourself!"
Namrata burst into laughter. "
Good! Now stop overthinking it and put it on," she said, stepping back to give Shipra room.
Outside, Patode’s grin turned into a predatory smirk as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes were fixed on the silhouette of Shipra’s figure as she reluctantly stepped out of her modest salwar kameez. The smooth curves of her body, highlighted by the dim light of the room, only fueled his arousal further.
"I’ll have that pussy again tonight, no matter what," he muttered under his breath, his hand sliding down to stroke himself through his trousers. The forbidden thrill of spying on Shipra stripping, oblivious to his presence, sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He groaned quietly, his mind already concocting ways to ensure she wouldn’t escape his advances.
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"Will you stop staring, Patode?" Shipra said sternly, shooting him an angry look that only partially masked her growing discomfort.
The trio were seated in a cozy bamboo hut on the outskirts of Ambruj, nestled right along the highway. The dhaba was a charming fusion of rustic aesthetics and modern comfort. Each hut provided a private dining experience, blending seamlessly into the serene, village-like atmosphere. The scent of rich spices wafted from the open kitchen, mingling with the strains of feet tapping bollywood songs playing softly in the background. Lanterns flickered gently in the night breeze, casting warm golden light across the scene.
Around the small round table, Patode sat in the middle, his eyes shamelessly staring at Shipra and Namrata alternatively. His leering gaze carried an intensity that was impossible to ignore, radiating unabashed lust.
"I can’t help it, Shipra ma’am," he replied with a grin, leaning back slightly as if to take her in fully.
"You both look absolutely stunning tonight. If I had known you both will dress so sexily I would have brought you here way earlier." His voice was smooth, filled with an unsettling mix of admiration and desire.
"Thank you, Patode," Shipra replied, her cheeks flushing faintly. She tried to play it off with a chuckle but couldn’t entirely hide the tinge of embarrassment—or the flicker of satisfaction at his compliment.
"But this flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere tonight," she added sarcastically.
Namrata had persuaded Shipra to step out of her comfort zone with a striking yet elegant outfit: a flowing purple pleated skirt featuring a subtle side slit that hinted at her toned legs, paired with a white crop top with a V-neckline. The ensemble struck a perfect balance—modest enough for the occasion yet bold enough to turn heads. The plunging neckline of the top added a daring touch, naturally drawing attention to her ample cleavage with every movement or lean forward.
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"Are you sure?" Patode said which a mischievous smile.
"Alright, Patode, give it a rest," Shipra replied, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a small smile.
"Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay? Honestly, I didn’t expect such ambiance and facilities from a little dhaba like this." Her tone was light, aimed at shifting the focus while keeping the mood playful.
"Me too," Namrata joined in.
"They even have cocktails, that's just impressive," she continued sipping through her drink.
“Told you, it’s not your typical rural dhaba.” he said confidently as he stood up deciding it was time to get down to the task at hand.
“Alright, ladies,” he said casually, smoothing his shirt,
“enjoy the drinks and the starters. I’m just going to step out and thank the old man for his hospitality.” He offered them a reassuring smile before stepping outside, leaving them to savor the moment.
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Salim sat rigid in his leather chair, his dark eyes fixed on Patode, whose casual demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the tension filling the office. The air smelled faintly of whiskey and cigar smoke, a testament to the power games often played here.
“I see what you’re up to, Patode,” Salim said, his voice edged with suspicion.
“Waltzing in here with those eye candies. You want something, don’t you?” His tone turned sarcastic, his brows knitting as he observed the sly grin on Patode’s face.
Patode chuckled softly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
“You know me too well, Salim bhai,” he replied, leaning back comfortably in the plush chair opposite Salim’s imposing desk.
“But those are not just eye candies and I didn’t bring them just to tease you.” His tone was casual, almost lazy, as if the gravity of the conversation hadn’t yet touched him.
“I thought I’d sweeten the deal. You scratch my back, and I’ll make sure you get a wonderful show on to quench your thirst. And if you agree to help me I might share these beauties with you."
Salim’s gaze flickered briefly to the CCTV monitor on the wall, where Shipra and Namrata were sitting in the hut unknown of being under the surveillance of a hidden camera.
“You’ve been leering at them since they walked in,” Patode said, his voice dropping to a vulgar drawl.
“But they’re not just any women. The one in the purple skirt—Shipra—is a branch manager. A married woman, mind you, with a kid. You wouldn’t believe how sexily she moans and squirms in bed, Salim bhai. She’s the best MILF I’ve ever had.” He smirked, savoring the discomfort flickering across Salim’s face.
“And the other one? Namrata. Let’s just say she’s a modern woman who knows how to satisfy even the most twisted desires. She’ll drain you empty, I promise you that. These aren’t your usual whores. These are high-class women capable of providing one of a kind pleasure and satisfy each of your kinks.”
Salim remained silent, his eyes drifting back to the monitor. The sight of Shipra and Namrata seated there, unaware of the vile discussion taking place, gnawed at him. Their presence was both a temptation and a torment, a cruel reminder of the desires he could never openly admit.
Patode knew exactly how to press Salim’s buttons. 60 years old, Salim was a respected and wealthy businessman of Ambruj, known for his business accumen and down to earth behaviour. But behind the polished façade lay a man with an insatiable hunger—a deeply rooted obsession with fucking women who were leagues beyond his reach. His darkest fantasies revolved around conquering the most stunning, unattainable women, the kind who would ordinarily look past a man his age and look. These women represented the ultimate challenge, the forbidden fruit, and Salim was desperate to find a way to claim them.
But it wasn't just about physical conquest. Salim's desires were twisted, intertwining with his voyeuristic tendencies. He found a twisted form of pleasure in watching women—just like he was doing right now with Shipra and Namrata—without their knowledge. Hidden cameras allowed him to watch from a distance, observing them in vulnerable, compromising positions. The thrill came not from interaction, but from the power of watching the raw unfiltered behaviour of women in their most vulnerable position, unaware of his presence, powerless against his gaze.
Salim finally broke the silence, his voice low, tinged with curiosity and caution.
“And what exactly do you want from me, Patode?” The seed of intrigue had already been planted, taking root despite his better judgment.
Patode leaned forward, his playful tone evaporating as his voice hardened.
“What I want, Salim bhai, will benefit you as well. It’s as I said on the call—this arrangement will bring you both physical and mental satisfaction. The physical part? Well, that’s sitting right outside. But for the mental satisfaction…” He paused, his eyes narrowing.
“You’ll have to assist me in killing Saad Hasan and help me take his seat.”
Salim froze, his drink halfway to his lips.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice shaking.
“Is this a joke? You’ve lost your mind, Patode! Do you know who Saad Hasan is? Even gossiping about this could get me and my family killed!”
“Calm down,” Patode replied, his tone steady, almost soothing.
“Just listen to me. All I’m asking is a small favor. You just have to make sure to invite Saad to inauguration of this restaurant of yours. That’s it. Nothing more. I’ll handle the rest."
He leaned back slightly, his tone becoming more measured, as he tried to make the situation sound far less daunting.
“Once he’s here, my man will take care of everything. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just imagine, Salim bhai—once it’s done, Saad will be out of your life. No more threats. No more extortion. No more constant fear of him squeezing you for money. You’ll finally be free of his grip.”
Patode’s eyes gleamed with an almost predatory satisfaction as he spoke, knowing he was carefully feeding into Salim’s desires for a way out.
“And when it’s over, we’ll need to make sure the MLA knows that you support me along with your businessman lobby, just like you’ve always supported him. I’m sure, he’ll be obliged to hand me over the reigns without any hesitation."
Salim wiped the sweat from his brow, his mind racing. The mere thought of being implicated in Saad Hasan’s murder sent a chill down his spine. Saad Hasan was a nuisance for his business for years and he wanted to get rid of him but Saad was not just a man; he was a shadowy figure of power and influence, the kind of enemy you didn’t cross without paying the ultimate price.
“But what if you fail to get rid of him?” Salim asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“I won't,” Patode assured him, his eyes glinting with cold confidence.
“But even if my man does misses, he’ll be dead before anyone can connect him to me. No one will suspect you in any case. Think about it. And the cherry on top, you'll get to fuck those two sex bomb out there "
"Think over it old man and in the meantime…” He gestured toward the monitor.
“Send in your special hookah inside my hut and let me give you a trailer of what's in store for you. Take your time to decide. It’s a win-win for you, with nothing to lose.”
Patode stood, finishing his drink and placing the glass on the desk with a deliberate clink.
"Let me know before I leave, the offer stands till then only.”
Salim remained silent, his eyes fixed on the monitor as Patode walked out. The images of Shipra and Namrata blurred as his thoughts swirled. He fidgeted with his glass, weighing the risks and rewards, the fear and the temptation.
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“Have any of you tried a hookah before?” Patode asked cheerfully as he entered the small hut, followed by a waiter balancing an elegant glass hookah on a silver tray. The hookah, adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant colors, immediately caught their attention.
“Wow, so fancy!” Namrata exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
“I’ve never tried hookah before. What about you, Shipra?”
Shipra, sitting stiffly in her chair, shook her head.
“No, I haven’t either. I hate smoking,” she replied flatly, clearly uninterested.
Patode chuckled, unfazed by her disinterest.
“Oh, Shipra ma’am, you can’t compare a hookah to those cheap, tobacco-filled cigarettes. Hookah is more of an experience—a classy pleasure. Trust me, you’ll love it,” he said confidently, gesturing for the waiter to set up the device on the low wooden table between them.
Namrata leaned forward, her curiosity piqued.
“I’ve seen these in posh pubs in Pune. They look so cool! Come on, Shipra, let’s try it. It’ll be fun!”
Shipra hesitated but didn’t protest further. Meanwhile, Patode slipped a crisp 500-rupee note to the waiter, who discreetly passed him a small pouch of shisha—a mix of flavored tobacco infused with a secret addition of local herbs. The waiter pocketed the money and exited the hut, leaving Patode to handle the setup.
“Alright,” Patode said, rubbing his hands together.
“Who’s going first?”
“Me!” Namrata declared with childlike enthusiasm, inching closer to the table as Patode handed her the hose.
Patode carefully placed the shisha mixture into the bowl and topped it with a foil layer before adding the glowing charcoal. Almost immediately, aromatic fumes began wafting into the air. The room filled with the rich, sweet scent of the flavored tobacco, tinged with subtle herbal undertones.
“Here we go,” Patode said, lighting the charcoal fully. The hookah came alive with a soft bubbling and gurgling sound:
Bloop… Bloop… Grrrr… Grrrr…
Namrata eagerly wrapped her lips around the mouthpiece and took a long, deep puff. Her cheeks hollowed as she inhaled, and then, with a delighted expression, she exhaled a dense cloud of smoke that hovered in the dimly lit room.
“Wow, this is amazing! It’s so sweet and flavorful,” Namrata said, savoring the experience. Her eyes sparkled with newfound excitement.
“Come on, Shipra, you have to try this!”
Shipra hesitated, clearly skeptical, but under Namrata’s persistent encouragement, she finally took the hose. Tentatively, she took a small puff, exhaling cautiously as the smoke curled around her. Her initial apprehension began to fade, replaced by a look of mild surprise.
“Huh… this is actually nice,” Shipra admitted, her tone softer now.
“I told you!” Patode said with a wide grin, raising his glass in mock celebration.
“Let’s enjoy, ladies! A toast to Namrata’s new job!”
The mood in the hut quickly lightened. Laughter and chatter filled the space as they passed the hookah hose back and forth. The dense clouds of smoke swirled in the dim light, creating a hazy, almost surreal atmosphere.
Unbeknownst to Shipra and Namrata, the shisha they were enjoying was laced with a potent mix of local herbs—an aphrodisiac designed to lower inhibitions and heighten arousal. As time passed, the effects began to take hold.
Within half an hour, the hut was filled with thick, fragrant smoke. Namrata and Shipra’s sharp giggles became more frequent, their voices softer and more languid. Their inhibitions seemed to melt away as the herbs along with the drinks worked their way into their systems. They leaned closer to each other and to Patode, their eyes glassy with a mix of excitement and relaxation.
Patode’s eyes glinted with sinister satisfaction as he watched the two women through the smoky haze. His gaze flicked briefly to the hidden camera embedded discreetly in the corner of the hut. He smirked knowingly, winking at it, fully aware that the old man, Salim, would be watching every second of this unfolding spectacle. Raising his glass, he toasted unseen eyes and murmured,
“Let us enjoy to the fullest, ladies. The night is ours.”
Namrata, already lost in the euphoria induced by the hookah, raised her drink in a cheer “
Yeahhh!” she exclaimed, giggling as she took another deep drag and handed the hose to Shipra, who eagerly accepted it. Shipra leaned back and inhaled, her face softening with relaxation as she exhaled a thick cloud of fragrant smoke.
Caught in the moment, Namrata set her drink aside and rose to her feet, pulling Shipra with her as they both started swaying on the item number playing in the background that seemed to pulse through them. They began to dance, their movements uninhibited and carefree, their body flowing sensually to the beat of their own euphoria. Their laughter filled the room as they both twirled, their dresses swirling around their thighs, putting on a seductive show.
Patode watched them closely, his predatory grin widening as their inhibitions continued to crumble. It was only a matter of time before they were completely under his influence.
A few minutes of relaxation after enjoying the dance Shipra broke the silence, her words startlingly direct.
“So, Patode, earlier you mentioned it wasn’t the first time you had sex in the office. That got me curious. Who was it? An employee? Or maybe a customer?” she asked, her tone teasing but slurred, her usual restraint obliterated by the intoxicating fumes.
Patode’s brow lifted, amused by her newfound boldness.
“You caught that, hmm? Very sharp, Shipra ma’am,” he replied with a low chuckle, leaning forward to match her playful energy.
“I’ll tell you, but only if you first answer something for me. How was that storeroom fuck, eh? Did you enjoy the thrill? Or was it too much for you? Tell me… has Alok—or your ex—ever had the guts to take you in a public place like that?”
Before Shipra could answer, Namrata chimed in, her laughter spilling out as she leaned lazily against the cushioned seat.
“Never! Let alone a public place… her husband doesn’t even bother to fuck her in the house regularly. Can you believe that, Patode?”
Patode clucked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
“Tsk tsk. That’s a crime, I’d say. Not satisfying such a fine woman? Shameful.” His tone dripped with faux indignation, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed his lascivious thoughts.
Shipra, emboldened by the mix of the hookah and Patode’s audacity, was feeling rather daring and finally spoke up.
“I loved it,” she admitted, her voice soft but unguarded.
“It was a new and exciting experience. Especially when you lifted me up… it was out of this world.” She paused, her gaze glassy as she relived the memory.
“But you shouldn’t have stuck the condom back inside me. That was so humiliating… and risky. What if it had broken, huh?” her toned turned dramatic and cautious.
Patode laughed, his tone deepening with a lecherous edge.
“Well with the amount of sperm you drained out of me, if it had broken, my dear, you’d be pregnant with my child right now. Just like the last woman I fucked in the office,” he said, his eyes glittering with a mixture of pride and depravity.
Namrata’s jaw dropped as she gasped.
“What? You got her pregnant? Who was it?”
Patode leaned back, his arrogance on full display as he launched into his tale.
“Her name was Aditi Sachdeva. This was during my previous posting. She was an officer there—newly married, innocent, and oh-so-fertile. She and her husband were trying to have a baby, but fate had other plans. Her husband had to leave for an overseas assignment, and that horny little bitch couldn’t fend off my advances. Just like you two,” he added with a smirk, his gaze darting between Shipra and Namrata.
“Over the three months she was posted there, I made her my sex toy. By the second month, I was fucking her almost every day and everywhere. And let me tell you, until the much more sexy and matured Shipra here, she was the best married pussy I ever had. But here’s the real kicker,” he continued, his grin widening.
“She was so hooked to my cock that she even started letting me fuck her bareback and eventually I got that slut pregnant right before her husband was due to return. And the best part? I’m sure she kept that bastard child. Poor fool probably thinks it’s his. Can you imagine? Raising another man’s child, never knowing the truth?” He laughed, a low, sinister sound that filled the room.
Namrata, giggling uncontrollably in her intoxicated haze, stared at him with wide, glassy eyes.
“That’s pure evil, Patode! I can’t believe you!” she exclaimed, her voice a blend of disbelief and misplaced amusement.
Patode shrugged, his demeanor unbothered as he sipped his drink.
“Evil? Hardly. I didn’t force her. I’m just a man, we are born to breed, how can I ignore it? It’s primal instinct. Life’s full of opportunities, Namrata, and I make sure I never let one pass me by.”
Patode rose deliberately, his movements slow and purposeful, stepping behind Shipra until he stood close enough to feel the faint warmth of her body. Leaning forward, he placed his hands firmly on the armrests of her chair, boxing her in. His voice dropped to a husky, intimate tone, laced with a chilling edge of dominance.
“And the way this night is turning out to be and the bold carefree condition you both are in, I am sure if I insist you both will happily open your legs for me right here and let me fuck you bareback cumming deep inside your slutty and fertile cunts."
Patode’s left hand began a deliberate journey down to Shipra’s thighs, his touch invasive and persistent as he gathered the fabric of her skirt, inching it upward with calculated precision. At the same time, his right hand slipped from her shoulder inside her top, his fingers grazing her soft skin as they found their way inside her bra. His palm cupped her breast firmly, his movements causing the already plunging neckline to shift further, revealing more of her tits. The hidden camera positioned above captured every tantalizing detail, giving Salim an unfiltered view of the scene unfolding before him.
"What do you say, Shipra? Do you want another child? I think it’s time Aarav had a brother to play with." His fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, sliding it ever higher to reveal her milky thighs. His eyes, sharp and predatory, darted briefly toward the camera discreetly positioned in the corner of the room, the faintest smirk playing at his lips as his hand slipped under her skirt, grazing the sensitive skin through the slit.
"With my potent seed," he murmured, his voice heavy with arrogance,
"I can give you a strong boy, just like me. What do you think? Should I pump a baby into you tonight, just like I did with Aditi? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being bred by a stud like me. It’s only natural." He chuckled darkly, his hand moved with calculated precision, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. His fingers found the delicate nub of her clit, and began stroking it with slowly, with deliberate movements as his other hand kept fondling with her juicy tit occasionally pinching her sensitive nipples. The intrusion was both invasive and domineering, designed to assert his control over her completely.
"Dream on, Patode," Shipra muttered, quickly swatting his hands away. Though she heard his crude, depraved words, her mind was hazy, clouded by the relaxation and buzz of the fumes, and she couldn’t quite grasp the full weight of his twisted intentions.
"After what you pulled today," she continued, her voice lacking intensity,
"I’m not letting you anywhere near me, not even with a condom." She spoke without much conviction, her words more playful than serious, her inhibitions all but dissolved in the fog of her relaxed state. It was clear she didn’t fully understand the gravity of the situation, her tone carefree as if she were still caught in a daze, unable to comprehend the true danger of what Patode had in mind.
Patode's laugh echoed through the room, low and sinister, as he strolled towards Namrata, his confidence undeterred by Shipra's weak protest.
"I won't be so sure, Shipra ma'am," he began, his voice smooth yet dripping with insinuation,
“the night is still young. And we all are feeling a little… adventurous.” He took a seat beside Namrata, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Who knows? Maybe I'll invite Salim bhai and we all can have some fun. Anything is possible," he said, his voice dripping with a sinister promise.
Namrata scrunched her nose in exaggerated disgust, sitting up straighter as if to distance herself from the suggestion.
“Eww, Patode! Just because you’re a creep doesn’t mean we’re part of your twisted fantasies,” she snapped, her tone laced with mock outrage. She waved a hand dismissively, leaning back with a derisive laugh.
“If the owner was some hunky young stud, now that might’ve been worth considering,” Namrata added, a sly grin spreading across her lips.
“But that wrinkly old ugly man you call a ‘bhai’? Please. He might be rich, but I doubt he can even get it up anymore.” She burst into laughter, her giggles high-pitched and uninhibited, her words fueled by the haze of shisha smoke and the aphrodisiac herbs laced within.
Shipra, still trying to maintain a semblance of composure, couldn’t help but join in Namrata’s laughter, her cheeks flushed from a mix of heat, intoxication, and the absurdity of the situation.
“Namrata! That’s so mean,” she managed to choke out between giggles, though her tone was far from scolding.
"Patode, the hookah is making your perverted fantasies even wilder. You’re delusional if you think we’re falling for any of this. And honestly, it's disgusting.”
Patode’s grin widened, unrepentant and dripping with arrogance as the women’s laughter did little to dent his wicked confidence.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the idea, Shipra ma’am,” he began, his voice laced with mockery and a dark, magnetic edge. His tone was a calculated blend of taunt and seduction, each word designed to burrow under their skin.
“Tell me,” he continued, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint,
“would either of you have imagined, before stepping foot in Ambruj, that you’d find yourselves bedded by a village stud like me? And yet…” He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping over them like a brand.
“Here we are.”
The smugness in his voice thickened as he leaned in slightly, his tone dropping into something darker, more commanding.
“Not only have I turned a modern, self-assured girl like Namrata into my obedient plaything, but I’ve also managed to defile your faithful, married cunt, Shipra. The two of you, so different, yet so easily seduced—it tells me how slutty you both are."
He let the moment stretch, savoring the tension in the air before delivering the next blow.
“And if the energy tonight keeps flowing the way it is, I wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that both of you will find yourselves sprawled naked in my bed by the end of this night. Me and Salim Bhai, taking turns fucking your slutty, needy cunts all night long until neither of you can walk straight."
Patode’s words hung in the air like a spell, crude and deliberately provocative. His voice, low and insidiously seductive, was a weapon honed to perfection. He wasn’t just speaking to Shipra and Namrata—he was performing for his unseen audience. The hidden camera, and the old man Salim behind it, were part of his masterful manipulation. Patode knew every syllable would heighten Salim’s involvement, ensuring his complicity in the twisted tableau unfolding in the dimly lit hut.
His smirk deepened as he added, his tone dripping with depraved allure,
“Imagine it now: both of you, your naked, sweat-slicked bodies tangled together on my bed. Writhing, moaning, completely lost to the pleasure of being taken over and over again. Two cocks, mercilessly pounding your tight, aching holes in every position imaginable. No boundaries. No modesty. Just raw, unbridled ecstasy.”
He paused, letting his words sink in as he shifted his gaze between the two women, their flushed faces betraying their conflicted emotions. His voice dipped even lower, turning into an almost hypnotic whisper.
“Wouldn’t it be thrilling? To have every inch of your bodies explored, every hidden desire fulfilled, as you surrender to the hunger you’re both trying so hard to deny? Two men, serving your every need, taking you to heights of pleasures you never dreamed possible.”
Every word Patode spoke was calculated, designed to inflame desire and manipulate the situation to his advantage. He wasn’t merely entertaining himself; he was performing for Salim, teasing the older man with the promise of his darkest fantasies coming to life.
Shipra and Namrata, though initially dismissive, were now showing visible signs of being affected. The combination of the hookah’s intoxicating effects and Patode’s brazen and vivid sexual fantasies worked like a charm. Namrata’s giggles became flirtatious, her cheeks flushed, and her posture relaxed into something more inviting. Shipra, on the other hand, tried to maintain her composure, but her quickened breathing and darting glances betrayed the stirrings within her. The boundaries of propriety were being blurred, and Patode was reveling in the control he was steadily gaining.
Patode, fully aware of their shifting dynamics, leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur that seemed to wrap around them like smoke.
"You may act like it’s disgusting, a depraved fantasy too far-fetched to entertain," he began, his gaze sharp and unrelenting as it moved between them,
"but I can see through your fake protests..... it’s written all over you two. You both are getting turned on by the very idea of getting involved in such a degrading act."
He leaned in closer, his tone darkening, thick with authority and seduction.
“Admit it to yourselves—just the thought of being reduced to something so raw, so primal, is making your pulse race, isn’t it? You’re imagining it now, aren’t you? How it would feel to give in, to stop pretending you’re above it all. To let go of every inhibition and embrace that part of you you’re so desperate to keep hidden.”
“Pfft, what a load of rubbish, Patode. Are you hearing this nonsense, Namrata?” Shipra mocked, waving her hand dismissively, though her voice betrayed the slightest quiver as she adjusted in her seat an uncontrolled heat building between her legs.
But Patode wasn’t letting up. He wanted to put on a seductive show for the old man making sure to use Shipra and Namrata's sensuality to exploit Salim's dark desires forcing him to do his bidding. He leaned back slightly, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he let the silence stretch, watching the tension tighten like a string. Then, he delivered his next line with calculated precision, his tone provocative and daring.
“If you’re both so sure of yourselves,” he said, his gaze settling heavily on them,
“then prove me wrong. Go on—lift your skirts.” He paused, letting the challenge hang in the air, his smirk deepening.
“I bet your dirty little cunts are already dripping, just from the thought of it. Don’t act so prim and proper—I know women like you fantasize about being taken and used by two men at once.” His words were slow and deliberate, each one laced with provocation.
“Tell me,” he continued, his voice dropping into an almost conspiratorial whisper,
“how many times have you thought about it? Two men—two cocks—pleasuring you at the same time. One claiming your tight little cunt, the other filling your mouth. Hands everywhere, tongues teasing every inch of your body. No boundaries. No restraint. Just pure, raw pleasure. Isn’t that what modern girls like you fantasise about? Admit it—or better yet, prove me wrong. I dare you both.”
He let his words linger, savoring the way their bodies betrayed them—the way Shipra’s thighs pressed together, her hands fidgeting as she avoided his gaze, and the way Namrata’s lips parted ever so slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He knew the images he painted were taking root in their minds, whether they wanted to admit it or not. The room hung in a tense, charged silence, broken only by the faint crackle of burning hookah coals. The air in the room was thick with an almost palpable sexual tension. The atmosphere inside had reached a boiling point, and something had to give at this point.
As expected by Patode, his raw, unfiltered words and vividly seductive imagery worked their magic, chipping away at the remaining walls of restraint. Namrata’s earlier giggles had faded into silence, replaced by a biting tension that electrified the room. Her lips parted slightly as she bit down on her lower lip, the playful sparkle in her eyes now replaced with something darker—desire interwoven with a boldness that surprised even herself.
A faint, nervous smile tugged at her lips as she turned to Shipra, her expression teetering between hesitation and a newfound daring. The arousal in her gaze was unmistakable, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow and uneven. It wasn’t just the words Patode had spoken—it was the way they made her feel, the way they pulled her toward something thrilling, something forbidden. And without saying a word, she stood up and slowly strolled toward the round table at the center of the hut drawing curious, heated looks from both Shipra and Patode.
Reaching the table, she paused, turning to face Patode with a playful, daring glint in her eyes. Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile as she locked her gaze with his, refusing to look away. Holding his gaze, she lifted her dress with a deliberate, teasing slowness.
The fabric rose higher, revealing smooth, sun-kissed thighs that glistened faintly under the dim light. Namrata didn’t falter; her hands moved with purpose, her every gesture calculated to hold Patode's attention completely. Her red lacy panties came into view, the delicate material hugging her curves in a way that made even Shipra glance away nervously. Namrata hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, with a slow, sensual motion, slid them down her legs.
She bent slightly as she stepped out of them, her movements unhurried and graceful, each moment designed to tease Patode. Straightening, she let the flimsy garment dangle from her fingertips for a brief moment, her expression playful as though savoring the power of the moment. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the panties toward Patode as she turned back to the table and, with effortless grace, hoisted herself atop it. She perched there, leaning back slightly on her hands, her posture relaxed yet deliberately provocative. Her dress rode up as she adjusted herself, exposing more of her toned thighs.
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"Why don't you check for yourself, Patode?" she said, her voice low and velvety, every word dripping with sensuality and defiance. Her legs shifted ever so slightly, teasingly slow, the movement deliberate and unhurried as she began to part her thighs. The soft rustle of fabric filled the room as her dress inched higher with every subtle motion.
“Fuck,” Salim muttered, hunched over a screen in his office, his eyes glued to the live feed. His voice a guttural growl as his hand moved to his crotch.
“What a cockteasing bitch.” His words dripped with crude delight as his fingers worked feverishly, his eyes never leaving the screen. His breath was ragged, his face slick with sweat, and his body thrummed with growing arousal.
Patode needed no further invitation. With a triumphant gleam in his eyes, he slid her delicate panty into his pocket as he rose from his seat with an air of quiet dominance. His every move was deliberate, measured, as he stepped toward Namrata. Standing before her, he let his gaze roam over her—appraising, devouring. He stopped right between her slightly parted legs, the proximity tantalizingly close. Leaning in just enough to invade her space, his voice dropped into a low, velvety murmur.
"With pleasure," he said, the words carrying a promise that sent a shiver through her.
But he wasn’t finished. Turning slightly, his attention shifted to Shipra, who was looking intently at the scene unfolding before her. Her breath was caught somewhere between arousal and reluctant curiosity as she fidgeted nervously with her skirt. Patode’s smirk deepened, his tone playful yet dripping with challenge.
"Don’t be shy, Shipra ma’am," he drawled, his eyes flicking over her as if peeling away the layers of her restraint.
"I’ve already seen you both of naked multiple times now." He paused, savoring the flicker of vulnerability that crossed her face.
"Why not join the fun? Just a little sneak peek—nothing more. After all, isn’t it only fair to ensure you’re as virtuous as you claim?"
"Yeah... come on, Shipra," Namrata urged, her voice soft yet laced with a playful daring, a hint of surrender glimmering in her tone. She patted the empty space beside her on the table, her fingers drumming lightly in a teasing rhythm. "
Let’s make this pervert eat his words."
Her gaze flicked to Shipra with a mix of encouragement and challenge, though a faint trace of impatience flickered across her face. Shipra shook her head, her hesitation clear in her stiff posture, but her eyes told a different story—betraying a flicker of curiosity, a subtle crack in her resolve that she couldn’t quite conceal.
Patode’s smirk only widened, arrogance dripping from every word as he retorted,
"The only thing I’ll be eating tonight is the sweet, slutty cunts of you both."
With that, he turned his full attention back to Namrata. His eyes burned with hunger, his gaze holding hers for a charged moment before dropping to the space between her thighs. Without waiting another second, he closed the distance, shoving his face between her parted legs with a hunger that made her gasp.
His tongue lashed against her slick slit, probing and teasing with an almost feral intensity. Namrata’s body reacted instinctively, shifting back onto the table to steady herself as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her legs lifted involuntarily, her thighs parting even wider to give him full access to her throbbing core.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, her body surrendering to the wave of sensation. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as she pushed his head further into her, silently urging him to take her even deeper. Patode responded eagerly, his tongue darting expertly inside her itching cunt moving with skill and determination, exploring every inch of her aching flesh as her breaths turned into ragged gasps.
It was all too much for Shipra. The intoxicating fumes of the hookah swirled through her senses, mingling with the lingering echoes of Patode's crude yet undeniably enticing words. Her gaze remained locked on the scene unfolding before her—Namrata's body surrendering under Patode's ravenous attention. Each moan, each flick of his tongue, seemed to stoke the embers of Shipra's own desire, threatening to consume her completely.
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Her body betrayed her wavering hesitation, a surge of heat coursing through her as she instinctively pressed her thighs together, a futile attempt to soothe the growing ache between them. But the friction only amplified the sensations, and soon she found herself subtly rubbing them against one another, seeking even the faintest relief from the insistent heat spreading through her.
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Her breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her top, brushing torturously against it with every slight movement. Her trembling hands, no longer under her control, crept upward, cupping her breasts and pinching the sensitive peaks through the fabric. Each touch sent electric jolts of pleasure racing down her spine, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
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"Oh God… Patode!" Namrata's cry of pleasure tore through the sultry air, raw and uncontrollable, as her body surrendered completely to the overwhelming force of her climax. The sound was primal, filled with a mixture of ecstasy and desperation, echoing off the wooden walls of the hut. Her back arched off the table, her hips lifting high into the air as the orgasm surged through her like a bolt of lightning, setting every nerve ablaze.
Her thighs clamped tightly around Patode’s head, locking him in place as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her trembling frame. Her legs quivered in their vice-like grip, the slick heat of her release unmistakable against his face. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as her fingers clawed at the table’s edge, searching for something—anything—to anchor herself against the storm of sensations crashing through her.
Patode didn’t relent, his mouth and tongue working with relentless precision, prolonging her peak until she was completely undone. Namrata’s moans turned to breathless whimpers, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her release. Finally, as the last tremor faded, her legs fell away, releasing their grip on him as her body went slack, sinking into the table.
Patode rose from between Namrata’s trembling thighs, his face glistening and smeared with the evidence of her surrender. He wiped the slick sheen from his mouth and chin with his forearm, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the primal satisfaction of the moment. Standing tall, he allowed his gaze to linger on Namrata’s disheveled state, drinking in the erotic chaos he had left in his wake.
Her dress was hiked up to her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. The dim light of the hut cast a soft, obscene glow over her bare lower half, her thighs glistening and her flushed core glimmering with the remnants of her release. Her legs were still sprawled wide, one foot resting precariously on the edge of the table, her body completely exposed and utterly spent. She lay back, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath, her glazed eyes barely able to focus.
Patode smirked, his expression one of smug triumph as he cast a sly glance at the hidden camera tucked away in the shadows. He knew old Salim was watching, likely riveted by the scene unfolding on his monitor. This was no accident; Patode wanted to ensure Salim saw every detail, leaving no doubt that he held complete control. It wasn’t just pleasure he sought—it was leverage. A hell of a show to push the old man into agreeing to his cunning scheme.
Turning back to Namrata, he let out a low, guttural chuckle.
"Rest for a minute, Namrata," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"I’m not done with you yet. But first let me take care of your friend" He trailed off, his attention shifting toward Shipra.
End of Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 2 : Lust, Lies and Power 
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