Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Suraj76626]

Superb bro...one suggestion...next update, let shipra say how much she is devoted to patode...

Anyway I am sorry..I never expected u will put update...ur update was fantastic

No issue bro.. keep reading

[Suraj76626]

Can you write above story in Hinglish or Hindi ?

I am afraid I don't have luxury of free time friend. Maybe my next work will be in Hinglish.

[Suraj76626]

Hi Suraj,
You're all mine??? Isn't he going to lend her to others for his gains.

She isn't going to wake up from this, like Namrata Shipra made her choice.

There is no foul play from patode, he is direct, he never said he loves any of the two. Its all about sex. The three enjoying each other's company.

A bank manager falling for drivers BBC, I think this story is inspired by some real life incidents. Head mistress falling for PT sir. The fact is it happens.

Toppo, is the guy who started everything. And will they get to know the malicious intentions of the guys, or they are going to be the half minded beauties like desi movies heroins.

Well, he can't share her with others if she's not his completely.

Stick around to find out. 

[iCuby]

Most likely on Saturday or Sunday this week.

Then the wait will be too long, more than one week.... Try to give update earlier....

[iCuby]

If the update came on Saturday or Sunday this week, Then the wait will be too long, more than one week.... Try to give update earlier....

[erotichorny69]

Will think about it

Please think about this request in the next update.

Make it a large update with a lot of conversation.
That is the appeal of this great story.
Sexual tension,Power oscillation between main characters and Raw unbridled passion.....

[xboard1986]

Waiting for next bro

[Ragasiyananban]

Now patode is owner of shipra and Namrata and they are shameless while together and Fuck made Shipra forgot her son completely. What else she can ask for.

[Deenatintin]

Plz write more stoires in english..... So many readers can read

[behka]

I am afraid I don't have luxury of free time friend. Maybe my next work will be in Hinglish.

Please continue in English like you are doing as it can be read by more people

[jiivajothii]

Dont keep the love of shipra for the family unchanged. Once she turns a slut, she cannot still be a loving wife and mother.

[damien123456]

hi bro will we expect update on saturday morning or night

[nerogolden]

Dont keep the love of shipra for the family unchanged. Once she turns a slut, she cannot still be a loving wife and mother.

That should remain and the conflict between the love for her family and her needs is what makes this story erotic. Also she needs to feel guilty and at the same time keep exploring sensuality is double edged sword which makes for entertaining read. The emotional turmoil of a housewife behaving a like a whore is the erotic essence of this story!.

[Dinesh Raveendran]

That should remain and the conflict between the love for her family and her needs is what makes this story erotic. Also she needs to feel guilty and at the same time keep exploring sensuality is double edged sword which makes for entertaining read. The emotional turmoil of a housewife behaving a like a whore is the erotic essence of this story!.

I dont see shipra having any love for her family. She hardly speak to her child or husband. The husband has doubts now and want to find the truth about her extra marital affair. Where comes the emotional turmoil here. Only fuck, fuck and fuck

[Suraj76626]

hi bro will we expect update on saturday morning or night

Finishing the last part of the chapter... Update likely to be posted by Sunday evening.

[damien123456]

Finishing the last part of the chapter... Update likely to be posted by Sunday evening.

ok but put it before the nightfall i mean early in the evening

[Suraj76626]

[Suraj76626]

Next Chapter will drop in few hours. Still editing.

[Kaedukettavan]

Hope this time the love fight will be between shipra and patode alone and there is no threesome. Because, namrata has already completed the submission and shipra is halfway done at store room,

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 29: The Taste of Submission: Part 1

OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR GENERAL OF security officer, PUNE

The large, oak-paneled office exuded authority. Behind an imposing desk, the Director General of security officer (DGP) adjusted his glasses and glanced at the transfer order on the desk. With a mix of surprise and curiosity, he addressed the officer standing with quiet confidence.

"Here is your transfer order," the DGP said, sliding the document across the desk. "It’s quite unusual, though. You had a comfortable posting here in the cyber cell and it was still time before your term ended here. Yet you’ve requested for a transfer to such a... what do they call it?" He paused, searching for the right term.

"Hostile," the officer replied with a steady and composed voice. "I believe the word you’re looking for is hostile, sir." There wasn't a hint of worry in the officers tone.

The DGP nodded, intrigued. "Yes, that’s it. Very well," he said, leaning back slightly. "I tried reasoning with you earlier, but since you’re so adamant, I won’t press further. It’s always beneficial to have an officer of your caliber here in Pune, but I suppose you have your reasons."

The DGP’s expression grew more serious. "That said, I must warn you. Ambruj district isn’t just normal hostile place. It’s infamous for a reason. The local MLA, his henchman Saad Hasan, and his network of enforcers have the district in a vice grip. They’re dangerous, well-connected, and utterly ruthless. You’ll be stepping into a hornet’s nest."

The officer, unflinching, met the DGP’s gaze with quiet determination. "I’m aware of the risks, sir. But there’s something there that requires my attention. With all due respect, I’ve made my decision."

The DGP sighed, clearly both impressed and concerned. "Very well. Just remember, in case of any trouble, you can always reach out to me. You’ll have my full support." Rising from their seat, they extended a hand. "Good luck. You’ll need it."

The officer offered a crisp salute before clasping the DGP’s hand firmly. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for all your support."

With the transfer order in hand and a determined expression, the officer turned and left the office. Each step echoed with resolve, a clear signal that of the determination and urgency after waiting for so long.

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"Careful Patode. You don't wanna break her," Namrata teased, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of arousal as she leaned casually against the bedroom doorframe. Her smirk widened as she took in the scene before her—a tableau of raw, unfiltered passion that seemed to pulse with an almost primal energy.

The clock had long since struck midnight, but rest was a distant concept in Patode’s bedroom. The air was thick with the raw sounds of passion—Shipra’s unrestrained moans of pleasure mixed with the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath them. Each sound reverberated through the room, painting a vivid picture of the carnal chaos unfolding within.

 

Namrata’s eyes glinted with both satisfaction and envy as she watched Shipra’s naked body writhe beneath Patode’s dominating frame. Her legs were spread impossibly wide, her toes curling in ecstasy as Patode drove into her with a force that was almost animalistic. Her hands clutched at his broad back, her nails raking trails into his flesh as if trying to ground herself amidst the overwhelming pleasure. Patode's powerful hips crashed into hers with relentless force, his pelvis slamming against her slick, dripping core, leaving her gasping and crying out in a mixture of pain and unparalleled ecstasy.



"Ahhh… Patodeee… Oh Godddddd…Ahhhhhh... Ungghhhhhhh" Shipra’s voice broke between cries, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Patode's primal instincts, fully awakened and unrestrained, drove him like a man possessed. Unlike their previous encounters, there was no restraint in him now, no pretense of gentleness. The submission he had craved and meticulously worked for was finally his, and with it came an unbridled need to assert his dominance.

Every thrust was deliberate, punishing, and deeply satisfying—for him as much as for her. Patode’s heavy breaths mingled with her moans, his body glistening with sweat as he poured his strength into every movement. With every powerful thrust, Patode drove his bare, throbbing cock deep into Shipra’s slick, inviting cunt. Each plunge filled her completely, stretching her to the limit as he claimed her with a primal intensity that left no room for doubt about his control. The wet, obscene sound of their connection echoed through the room, a testament to her arousal and the ferocity of his movements.

“Ohhhh, Namrata, you don't seem to understand what's happening here,” Patode gasped, his voice trembling as he momentarily paused and rose up, catching his breath. The heat of the moment was palpable, and a teasing smile played on his lips. He gestured towards Shipra, who was beneath him, her eyes glazed with desire.

“Just look at her,” Patode murmured, his tone low and laced with authority. His eyes burned with an intense mix of lust and cruel satisfaction as he gazed down at Shipra’s writhing form, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and unrelenting desire. “This little bitch is enjoying being handled so roughly. You were right about her, Namrata. Before marriage, she was a wild one, wasn’t she? A woman like her never loses that hunger, that craving for something more. And now, look at this cheating slut—getting fucked by a cock that isn’t her husband’s, and loving every second of it."

He paused, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as his hand slid up to wrap firmly around Shipra’s throat, his grip tightening just enough to make her gasp. With a rough, punishing thrust, he pushed her deeper into the mattress, asserting his dominance with every motion. "See how she acts?", he sneered, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "All modest and virtuous in front of the world, pretending to be the perfect wife. But here, stripped of all pretense, she’s nothing more than a cheating little slut. She’s abandoned every ounce of decency, every lie she told herself about loyalty and love. And now? Now she’s taking everything I give her, just like the filthy roadside whore she truly is. She’s not just enduring it—she’s reveling in it, losing herself completely in the pleasure only I can provide.”



Patode leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he continued, his tone dripping with mockery and dominance. Patode leaned closer, his breath hot and teasing against her ear, his tone a blend of mockery and raw authority. “This is the real you, isn’t it, Shipra? Your slutty side you’ve been hiding behind that marriage, behind that Mangalsutra. You can’t deny it now—not when your body’s so shamelessly and brazenly begging me for more. Look at yourself. You’re not just letting me fuck your married pussy—you’re pulling me deeper, pushing me to go harder, rougher. Why? Because that’s what you crave, isn’t it? You love this. You love being dominated, being reminded of what you truly are—a desperate, filthy whore who can only find satisfaction when she’s used like this. Admit it, Shipra. This is exactly where you want to be. Exactly where you belong.”

Shipra’s body betrayed her completely, her moans catching in her throat as her hips instinctively arched upward, seeking more of him even as her face burned with shame. Her quaking cries filled the room, laced with both humiliation and undeniable pleasure, her submission undeniable.

Namrata’s gaze was fixed on Shipra, her breath hitching as she took in the transformation unfolding before her—Shipra, the woman she’d known as composed and restrained, was now completely transformed.



Shipra’s eyes was locked onto Patode with an intensity that sent a shiver down Namrata’s spine. There was hunger in those eyes—a deep, almost animalistic need. Her lips parted as her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest heaving as though she couldn’t bear even the slightest interruption. When Patode paused, leaving her on the brink, it was as if her body moved of its own accord. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and desperate, wrapping herself around him as her hands clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer.

“No… don’t stop… please…” she managed to speak as Patode released his grip around her throat, her voice was a sultry plea, each word dripping with urgency and desire. Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking him out, chasing the friction that had been so cruelly taken from her. Her body betrayed her completely, the aching void within her crying out for relief as she moved with unrestrained desperation. The raw yearning in her movements was mesmerizing—a perfect blend of vulnerability and primal passion. She was the embodiment of surrender, lost in the haze of ecstasy, and her desperate pleas seemed to reverberate through the air like a song of seduction.

Namrata felt a jolt of something she couldn't quite define-part disbelief, part intrigue, and part jealousy. She had never seen Shipra like this before, utterly shameless and lost in the moment.

"You didn't think she had it in her, did you?" Patode continued, his smirk widening as he watched Namrata's expression shift. His eyes gleamed with mischief, the corner of his mouth curling into a cocky smirk. “You thought your prim and proper married friend here wouldn’t fall to such depraved levels, didn’t you?” he continued, his tone a mix of arrogance and dominance.

"Let me tell you something, Namrata," his words dripping with disdain and allure all at once, "these unsatisfied wives? These women who’ve spent years pretending their lives are complete? They’re the ones with the deepest, darkest needs. They’re the most desperate, the most depraved, and the most insatiable sluts of them all."

Patode shifted his focus back to Shipra, his towering frame radiating authority as he leaned closer to her, his voice dropped to a rumbling growl that sent a shiver through both women. "You see, once a married woman like her gets a taste of the forbidden—once she steps outside the boring monotony of her so-called happy little life—she’s never the same. It’s like an awakening. The moment someone like me shows her what it feels like to be truly fucked by a real man, she realizes everything she’s been missing. And that realization? It’s intoxicating. Addictive. There’s no going back after that."

He tilted Shipra’s chin up with a firm hand, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "Your pathetic excuse for a husband, your dull little life—it all left you so unsatisfied, didn’t it? So frustrated that the moment your inhibitions cracked, your true self came pouring out like a flood. And now, look at you." His smirk turned predatory, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "This is who you really are, Shipra. A slut. Begging for more. Begging to be used. Begging to feel alive."

Shipra whimpered under his touch, her cheeks burning, but there was no mistaking the glint of raw desire in her eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke, her words dripping with vulnerability and lust. "Yes... I need it. I need you."

Patode’s laugh was dark and mocking, yet it carried a note of triumph that sent a thrill through both women. He turned his attention back to Namrata, his voice steady and deliberate. "You see, Namrata. This isn’t about corruption or seduction. It’s about liberation. I’ve freed her from the lies she’s been living, and she’s finally embracing who she was always meant to be. A woman who craves to be owned, to be taken, to be utterly consumed."

Namrata’s breath hitched at his words, a simmering heat spreading through her body like wildfire. Jealousy mingled with a heady excitement that she couldn’t deny. The scene before her was magnetic—Shipra, writhing beneath Patode with shameless abandon, her cries a melody of pure lust; Patode, commanding and unrelenting, every movement of his body a testament to his control.

"And how could I possibly deny her what she craves?" Patode drawled, his tone dripping with mockery and a dangerous edge of dominance. "It’s utterly intoxicating, isn’t it? Watching her shed every shred of pretense, leaving behind thoughts of Alok, her marriage, and even the sanctity of her mangalsutra, as she embraces the slut she was always destined to be. It’s impossible to resist.”

Namrata couldn't resist anymore, her hands moved without thought, driven by the storm of arousal coursing through her veins. One hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers parting her slick folds to ease the insistent throb of need pulsing in her tingling cunt. The other hand sought the swollen peaks of her breasts, her fingertips grazing the hard, sensitive buds that ached for attention. She pinched them lightly, the sharp jolt of pleasure heightening her desire, and her breath escaped in soft, stifled gasps.

Namrata watched, entranced, her own movements mirroring the intensity of the moment. Her fingers slid deeper, exploring the slick heat of her own arousal, her breaths coming faster as she lost herself in the scene. She was tethered to them, bound by the thick, heady charge that filled the room—a pulsing, electric tension that seemed to draw them all closer.

Patode’s voice, low and commanding, cut through the haze. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Namrata? To see her like this? To see your friend freely and willingly cheating her sissy husband?” His smirk deepened as he held her gaze, his words igniting something primal within her. She bit her lip, unable to look away, the raw intimacy of the moment pulling her deeper into the storm.

His focus shifted back to Shipra as he continued, "Now watch closely, Namrata. Watch how I defile and degrade this cheating, desperate, married bitch.” His words were laced with dominance, each one designed to provoke and humiliate. 

Shipra whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation, her arousal dripping as she awaited his next move. Patode grabbed her firmly by the hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, positioning her in doggy position. Her back arched instinctively, presenting herself to him, her round, supple ass high in the air, begging to be claimed.

“You want more, don’t you?” he growled, his voice rough and edged with mockery. “Admit it, you're a cheating little slut. Beg me to fuck you like the bitch you are.” His hand came down sharply against her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. Shipra gasped, the sting blooming across her skin as a faint, red imprint of his hand began to appear.






“Yes Patode yes I'm a cheating slut...your slut... give it to me.... Please, Patode… Fuck me… Fuck your slut…” Shipra’s voice was high-pitched and desperate, trembling with need as her words tumbled out. “Fuck me like a bitch… Pleaseee!” Her cries filled the room, raw and pleading, every syllable dripping with surrender.

Patode’s hand delivered another hard slap to her ass, then another, each strike accompanied by Shipra’s moans of pain and pleasure. Her soft, round cheeks jiggled with every blow, the sting mingling with the ache in her core, intensifying her desperation.

“Tell me, Shipra,” he continued stopping his onslaught on Shipra's ass, his voice low and dripping with authority, “has that wimp Alok ever pleasured you this way? Has he ever made you feel like this? Admit it—this wild, forbidden fuck, this adulterous betrayal, is more satisfying than anything he’s ever done. Doesn’t it awaken every filthy, buried desire you’ve tried so hard to hide?"

Shipra’s eyes snapped open, wide with a chaotic mix of guilt, humiliation, and raw, unbridled lust. Her chest heaved as she fought for control, but her body betrayed her, trembling under the weight of his words and his dominance. Slowly, she turned her head, locking her gaze onto his. Her lips quivered as though to deny him, but the truth burned hot inside her, searing away her resistance. When she spoke, her voice was ragged, trembling with both desperation and humiliation.

“No, Patode… Alok hasn’t,” she admitted, her breath hitching as the words spilled from her lips, raw and unfiltered. “He’s never made me feel like this. He’s never even come close. Sex with him has become disappointing and boring. But you… you’re different. You’re everything he’s not. You know how to handle a women, how to use her, how to make her beg for more.” Her voice cracked, thick with shame, yet her words came faster, the dam of her inhibitions shattered.

“And that cock of yours,” she whimpered, her voice breaking into a desperate moan. “That thick, monstrous piece of meat between your legs... it’s everything I’ve ever fantasized about. It’s stretching me, filling me, ruining me, and I can’t get enough. Damn it, Patode, you’re breaking me. You’re turning me into a wild sex addicted slut, I never thought I could be, and I love it. I love how filthy, how used, how degraded you make me feel.”

Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against him, silently begging for him to continue. Her trembling voice turned pleading as she confessed, “Alok could never do this to me. He doesn’t have the strength, the power, the skill to fuck me like this. You’re everything I’ve ever needed, everything I’ve ever wanted. Please, Patode. Don’t stop. Use me. Ruin me. I’ll do anything.”

Patode’s smirk widened, his ego swelling with triumph as he watched Shipra crumble under his dominance, her submission feeding his insatiable arrogance. His hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wider beneath him, his touch both possessive and commanding. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a dark growl laced with mockery and absolute authority.

"That’s exactly what I thought," he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "That pathetic excuse of a man you call a husband has denied you what you truly deserve. Wasting your youth, your beauty, and your needs on a spineless wimp like Alok? It’s laughable. But now, Shipra, it’s time you admit the truth. Say it—say that your husband is nothing but a useless, wimp. Say that from this moment on, I’m your man. A real man who knows exactly how to take care of all your filthy, depraved needs."

Shipra’s body shuddered beneath him, her breath hitching as his words pierced through her fragile defenses. Her face burned with a mix of humiliation and desperate lust, but the truth clawed its way to the surface, raw and unrelenting. She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t deny what her body and mind had already accepted.

“Yes, Patode,” she whimpered, her voice cracking with urgency and shame as the words spilled out. “Alok is pathetic... a failure of a husband. He’s a wimp who doesn’t understand me—who can’t even satisfy his wife. He’s nothing compared to you.”

Her voice grew stronger, emboldened by the fiery need coursing through her veins, and she glanced back at him with pleading, lust-filled eyes. "From now on, you’re my man, Patode. A real man. The only man who can take care of me. The only one who can fulfill me. You know what I need, what I crave, and you give it to me without hesitation. Now fuck me, Patode," she begged, her tone dripping with desperation. "Show me the difference between a real man and a pathetic wimp. Show me what it feels like to be truly fucked."

Her hips pressed back against him, her body quivering with anticipation as she continued, her voice trembling but filled with raw, shameless honesty. “Sex with you is the best I’ve ever had, Patode. Better than anything Alok could ever dream of. Better than Viresh, better than anyone. You’ve ruined me, and I don’t care. I don’t think I’ve ever been this satisfied—not after my marriage, not ever. You’ve awakened something in me that I didn’t even know existed.”

Patode chuckled darkly, his grip on her tightening as he leaned closer, his breath teasing her neck. “That’s more like it,” he purred, his tone saturated with cruel satisfaction. "You’re finally starting to understand your place, Shipra. You belong to me now. Your body, your desires, your pleasure—they’re mine to command. And I’ll make sure you never forget who your real man is."

Unable to wait any longer, Shipra’s trembling hands slid between her thighs, her fingers finding her swollen, aching clit. She began to rub furiously, her movements frantic as she sought to soothe the unbearable itch deep within her. Her moans grew louder, her breath hitching as she kept pushing her hips back into Patode’s crotch, desperate for him to fill her once more.

Patode watched her with a devilish smirk, his dominance radiating through the room as he took his time. Slowly, deliberately, he moved closer, his cock thick and glistening as he positioned it at the entrance of her wet, quivering pussy. He let the tip of his cock graze teasingly between her slick folds, parting her pussy lips sending shivers through her body and making her cry out in anticipation.



Shipra couldn’t take the teasing. With a frustrated moan, she pushed her hips back, desperate to impale herself on him, to feel his cock stretch her and fill her completely. But Patode’s smirk only deepened as he shifted his position at the last moment, letting his cock slide through the crevice of her round, juicy ass instead, denying her the satisfaction she craved.

“God...Patode, please!” she gasped, her voice trembling as she glanced back at him with wide, pleading eyes. The desperation in her gaze was palpable, a mix of frustration and raw, unbridled lust. Her eyes flickered briefly toward Namrata, who stood frozen in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with a mix of disbelief and something deeper she couldn’t name. But Shipra’s body and mind were too clouded with arousal to linger on the moment. Her focus snapped back to Patode, her need consuming her entirely.

“Don't tease me,” she begged, her voice shaky and drenched in lust. “I’ve given myself to you completely. Please…I can't bear it...shove it in… I’m so close… Please, Patode fuck me already!” Her words spilled out in a desperate rush, her body trembling as she arched her back, offering herself to him, her need laid bare.

Patode leaned over her, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine. “In a minute bitch,” he growled, his tone firm and unyielding. “First, you tell your friend standing there how sorry you are for not listening to her. Tell her she was right about your wimp husband and about me. Tell her that you’re mine now—my slut—and you’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it.”

Shipra bit her lip hard, the humiliation mingling with her arousal as she turned her gaze toward Namrata. For a moment, the room seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension as their eyes locked. Namrata’s face was flushed, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to process the sight before her. Both women were on the edge—one consumed by desire, the other by a cocktail of envy, arousal, and disbelief.

“You were right, Namrata,” Shipra finally whispered, her voice trembling with both shame and liberation. As she spoke, her tone grew stronger, more resolute, as if confessing her truth for the first time gave her strength. “You were right about everything. About how Alok neglected my needs… about how I’ve been living a restraint life for so long. About how I should have embraced my desires sooner, instead of fighting them. And about submitting to Patode.”

Her cheeks burned crimson, the heat of humiliation mixing with the heady arousal coursing through her, but she didn’t falter. She met Namrata’s gaze with a newfound boldness, a glint of defiance flickering beneath the surrender. “I understand now what you were trying to tell me,” she continued, her voice firmer. “God Namrata, I regret not doing this earlier. This feels so damn good and liberating. But it doesn’t matter anymore, because now I’m his. I’m Patode’s slut, Namrata. And I’ll do whatever he tells me to do.”

The confession echoed in the room like a thunderclap, the weight of her words rippling through both women. Patode’s smirk deepened, his dominance cemented by Shipra’s submission. “That’s a good slut,” he chuckled, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. He leaned over her, his hand gripping her waist tightly as he positioned himself. With agonizing slowness, he slid his thick cock into her waiting pussy, the sensation making Shipra gasp sharply. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, her body welcoming him with unbridled eagerness.

But just as she braced herself for him to begin pounding into her, he stopped. His cock remained buried deep within her, throbbing against her inner walls, but he made no move to continue. The deliberate pause was a silent command, one that Shipra quickly understood. She glanced back at him, her expression shifting from confusion to realization. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, and without hesitation, she began to move.

Her hips thrust back with a desperate rhythm, her body taking over as she started to ride him. The sight of her juicy, round ass slamming against him was hypnotic, each thrust pushing his cock deeper into her slick, engorged cunt. Her movements were frantic, driven by the vile desperation coursing through her veins, her body consumed by the need for release.



“Ahhhh… Oh God… It feels so good… Hmmm… Ungghhhhh…” Shipra’s moans filled the air, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered pleasure. Every thrust of her hips was accompanied by a lewd squelching sound, her arousal coating him as her pace quickened. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she surrendered completely to the moment, her mind and body in perfect harmony with her need.

Patode’s dark eyes glinted with smug satisfaction as he watched Shipra writhe beneath him, her body moving with a desperation that fed his dominance. His hands, firm and possessive, slid up from her trembling hips to grasp her jiggling breasts. The warmth of his palms sent a shiver through her, and he gave them a tight, commanding squeeze, eliciting a sharp gasp from Shipra. The mix of pain and pleasure in her response made his smirk deepen as he felt her nipples harden against his touch.

Shipra whimpered, her head falling back as his grip on her breasts sent ripples of sensation through her overstimulated body. Her voice trembled with a mixture of submission and longing, her breathing ragged as she surrendered completely to his control. But Patode wasn’t finished asserting his dominance. With deliberate movements, his hands traveled higher, skimming over her flushed skin until they reached her delicate neck.

In one swift, calculated motion, Patode’s fingers wrapped firmly around her throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make her feel his power. With a commanding tug, he pulled Shipra upright, her back arching sharply as her torso was forced to meet his dominance. Her soft cries of surprise quickly melted into moans of unrestrained pleasure as she felt the weight of his control pressing down on her.

“That’s it, slut,” Patode growled into her ear, his voice low and dripping with authority. The words were a mixture of praise and command, sending an electric thrill through her that made her knees weaken. “Now show me how much you need it. Show me how far you’re willing to go to please me.”

His grip on her neck tightened ever so slightly, not enough to frighten but enough to remind her who was in charge. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensation heightened. She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear as he whispered, his words a dark promise that made her cunt clench around him.



Then, without warning, Patode began thrusting his hips forward matching her movements with unrelenting force, driving his cock deep inside her slick, quivering pussy. Shipra cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and raw ecstasy as he began pounding into her with a punishing rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a lewd symphony of wet, rhythmic slaps and breathless moans.

Shipra’s hands flailed for balance, eventually clutching at the arm that still held her throat. Her nails dug into his skin as her body was pushed to its limits, her hips instinctively meeting each of his thrusts in a desperate attempt to take him even deeper. Every inch of her was on fire, her senses overloaded as his cock stretched her, filled her, and drove her closer to the edge.

“Patode… harder… please, fuck me harder!” she begged, her voice a breathless plea as she arched her back even more, offering herself to him completely. Her submission was absolute, her mind and body solely focused on the primal need to please him and find release.

Patode let out a low, dark chuckle as his hand moved from her throat to tangle roughly in her disheveled hair. He yanked her head back slightly, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze as his hips continued their relentless assault. “That’s more like it,” he hissed, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Tonight I'll ruin you for your useless husband. Sex with him will never be satisfying again. This is the only dick which will quench the itch of your slutty cunt.”



“Yes… yes… ruin me, Patode! Tear me apart… I’m about to cummmmmm!” Shipra’s cries were raw and unfiltered, each word dripping with desperation and surrender. Her voice climbed higher, trembling and breaking as her body quivered beneath him, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

“Ahhhh… Ohhhhh… Goddddd… Ahhhhhh… Ahhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

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