Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[amirrulezmir]

I think I have given enough weightage to the mangalsutra for now.

Just use it as a tissue paper to wipe the cumshot .. either by Shipra or patode

[Yesudoss]

Super update. Bring more thrill making shipra talk to Alok while patode fucking her and she moans out loud. Namrata sharing the intimate pictures of shipra without revealing the face to Alok and keep him guessing.

[Victorjohnson]

Firstly, as I already told make patode to spit on shipra tired face after fucking her fully...to show the dominance..also make shipra feel she is worth for it...

[Bigil]

Shipra guilt will never allow her to go back to her child and husband. This is going to be her future. She is having a blast.

[Jayam Ramana]

Marvelous update !!!

[Chitrarassu]

Very nice update

[drlund]

When will be the next update

[neelchaand]

Chapter 29, Part 1: Another Amazingly Extravagant Chapter!!
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Two segments of this Part 1 would satisfy any erotica lover to the core!
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The Raw, Primal yet Sensual depiction of the 'Test of Submission' of Shipra is so Exceptionally Vivid that I am short of words to describe the feelings aroused inside all of us!
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It is clear that the 'Test of Submission' of Shipra has been Successfully Completed...
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Now it's time for Training and Utilization of Shipra in the Most Illicit, Kinky and Depraved ways with Patode, Salim, Saad, Other Rural Men and obviously with Toppo by generating the Peak of Nonconsensual yet Highest Sexual Feelings in these Prime and Proper Urban Ladies to Kick Start the Real Saga of 'Shipra's Ordeal' along with Namrata's Ordeal (it would be interesting to see how and by whom Ordeals are imposed upon a kinky lady like Namrata)...
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Let's keep our fingers crossed for some epitome of classical descriptions in the upcoming chapters of the Most Nonconsensual Ordeals of these Urban Prime & Proper Ladies in the Most Raw, Hard, Primal, Kinky and Depraved Ways...
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All the Best to the Author!!

[hotandluking]

Waiting for the next hot update where the sexual relationship between Shipra and Patode enters a new arena,where a comfort level between the two is established.
Where Shipra will be open to new sexual adventures,like doing it in public,like a rural forest.....or doing it in a car or having long foreplay sessions or doing it in an semi-empty movie theatre or having sex while her husband is on phone or having a hot passionate sweaty all night romp.

[damien123456]

hey bro is you going to put the update today or is there any delay.
update it early don't take too much time i mean put the update before 9 in the night

waiting bro don't fail us bro

[Suraj76626]

Part 2 drops in few hours

[hotandluking]

eagerly waiting.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 29: Taste of Submission: Part 2

"I can't hold back anymore, ladies," Patode announced, his voice husky with arousal and an unmistakable air of authority.  His dark, smoldering eyes swept over the two women sprawled naked before him, totally satisfied and utterly spent.

He let his gaze linger, a satisfied growl rumbling deep in his chest as he slumped onto the mattress, sitting back with his weight supported by his hands. His broad, sweat-slicked frame rose and fell with each heavy breath. "I have to admit," he said, his voice rough and thick with lingering desire, "this is, without a doubt, the most erotic and electrifying night of my life. I've had my share of threesomes, but you two... you're insatiable, ravenous, and absolutely intoxicating."

Patode slowly slid off the bed, his sweat-glistened body a testament to the raw energy he unleashed into giving the ladies a taste of his sexual prowess and manly aura. Every muscle in his form was taut, his movements deliberate yet primal as he crossed to the small bedside table. Reaching for a bottle of water, he twisted it open and tipped it back, chugging deeply. The cool liquid slid down his throat, a brief but necessary reprieve from the heated chaos that had overtaken the space.

Finished, he tossed the bottle onto the bed. It landed with a soft thud, a stark contrast to the decadent destruction surrounding it. The once-pristine white bedsheet was now a crumpled mess, marked with dark, wet patches that bore witness to their wild sexcapades. Pillows were scattered haphazardly across the floor, some torn from their cases, others damp with sweat.

In the midst of the aftermath, Shipra and Namrata lay entwined. Their bodies, slick with sweat and glistening in the dim light, tangled together in a blissful haze. Shipra’s hair clung to her damp skin, and Namrata’s flushed cheeks pressed against Shipra's shoulder. The scent of sex and heat hung heavily in the air, mingling with the rhythmic sound of their labored breaths.

Neither woman moved, their limbs still trembling from the relentless waves of pleasure that had consumed them. They shared a look, their eyes heavy-lidded but gleaming with satisfaction and lingering desire. Patode, towering over them like a satiated predator, smirked. His gaze roamed over their spent forms, the sight of their entangled bodies stirring a renewed spark of hunger deep within him.

"It’s obvious to see from the way your glistening, twitching, well-fucked cunts are still spasming, and the utterly blissful state I’ve left you both in, that I’ve satisfied you to your very cores," Patode murmured, his deep, commanding voice brimming with dark amusement. His predatory gaze roamed over their trembling, sweat-slicked bodies as he lunged forward, his strong hand tangling in Shipra’s hair. With a firm but controlled pull, he drew her face to face with him.

Shipra gasped softly, her body still sensitive, a delicious ache spreading through her as he pressed closer. Patode's cock, hard and throbbing with unspent desire, brushed against her slick folds, and her breath hitched. His movements were deliberate, his dominance absolute, as he leaned in, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

"And now," he continued, his tone low and dripping with lust, "it’s only fair that I have my release as well. Both of you have entertained me beyond my wildest expectations tonight, but this night—this epic night—won’t truly be complete unless I get to cum inside one of my sluts." With a rough movement he shoved Shipra down back into the mattress and pinned her down grabbing her neck with his left hand, his fingers tightening just enough to make her shudder.

Pausing, his dark eyes shifted to Namrata, who lay sprawled beside them, her flushed cheeks and parted lips a testament to her lingering arousal. "And as for who gets to be filled with my warm potent sperm," he said, his voice darkening, sending a shiver through both women, "I think it’s only fitting that my new slut gets the privilege of feeling me cum deep inside her."

Namrata's lips curled into a knowing smile as she sat up on the bed her eyes shifting to Shipra. "What do you think, Namrata?" he asked, his words heavy with authority and laced with dangerous promise.

Namrata opened her mouth to reply, but before she could speak, Shipra’s voice broke through, her tone cautious, almost pleading as she grabbed Patode's arm in revolt. “Not inside, Patode… Please,” she whispered, her eyes wide with apprehension. “It’s not safe… at least use a condom. Please.”

Patode’s smirk only deepened, but before he could respond, Namrata’s voice cut through, her tone soft yet laced with a seductive challenge. “Shipra, what you’ve done tonight is bold—brave, even. You’ve crossed boundaries that most women wouldn’t dare. But…” She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief as her voice dropped to an almost purring tone. “A woman doesn’t truly belong to a man until he marks her as his own. True submission, Shipra, is when you take his seed deep inside you—when you let him claim you fully, without barriers or hesitation. Only then will you truly be his.”

Shipra’s breath caught, her heart pounding as she stared at Namrata, her words echoing in her mind, stirring a mix of shame and forbidden arousal. Yet she hesitated, it was not something Shipra, even in her vulnerable state, could do out of free will. It was going too far and too risky. "No Namrata, it is going way to far. It's risky. I... I can't. Please Patode.. you have already fucked me bareback all night...I am yours but... it's not safe." Shipra kept pleading.

“I understand, Shipra,” Patode murmured, his voice a dangerous blend of dominance and mockery. He leaned closer, his hand gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “But you don’t need to think, Shipra. Just feel. Trust me to take care of you. You want this—you need this. And once it’s done, you’ll understand why this is the only way for us.”

Namrata, now kneeling beside them, reached out and gently brushed Shipra’s hair away from her face, her touch almost tender. "Just complete what you started, Shipra,” she murmured, her voice dripping with seductive persuasion. “You’ll feel liberated, truly free, once you surrender completely. Let him fill you, claim you. Let him make you his.”

Shipra’s lips parted, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as the weight of their words bore down on her. Her body betrayed her hesitation, her hips shifting instinctively, her arousal undeniable. “But Patode…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What if I end up being preg....”

SMACK

Patode's right hand struck Shipra’s cheek with a sharp slap, cutting her words off mid-sentence. The sudden impact left her stunned, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. A burning sting radiated across her skin as her wide, disbelieving eyes began to water. Slowly, she turned her head back toward him, confusion and hurt mingling in her gaze as she searched his face for an explanation.

Patode's eyes burned with unrestrained intensity, his expression hard and commanding as his grip on her neck tightened, asserting his control with deliberate force. "Listen Slut, I don't care if I end up knocking you up. Tonight, I've taken you to heights of sexual ecstasy that your pathetic, wimp of a husband never could and never will be capable of providing. I’ve shown you what it truly means to be desired, to be dominated, and to surrender completely to a real man’s touch," Patode growled, his voice low and commanding as he leaned in closer, his presence suffocating and all-encompassing. "And you are here, willingly spreading your legs for another man, getting your married cunt defiled because deep down, you know the truth—you’re nothing more than an unsatisfied, insatiable woman craving physical pleasure your life has been missing. You’ve spent too long denying the part of you that yearns for something primal, something raw. Deep inside, you’re a needy, horny little bitch who thrives on being claimed, dominated, and overwhelmed by the touch of a real, alpha male—someone who can give you the kind of pleasure you’ve been starved of for far too long,"

SMACK

"Or did you forget all about your confessions a few hours ago?" Patode continued as he slapped Shipra yet again.

SMACK

"Did we or did we not established the fact that you are mine now, body mind and soul?" Patode smacked her again each slap harder than before.

He paused briefly, his piercing gaze locked on Shipra as he allowed her a moment to fully absorb the weight of her position in their illicit, forbidden entanglement. The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged, as the reality of their adulterous connection settled over her. Patode's presence was overpowering, a constant reminder of the control he now held over her—mind, body, and soul.

For Shipra, the strange, overwhelming mix of emotions swirling within her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The verbal and physical humiliation at Patode’s hands, though initially shocking and degrading, had begun to stoke a fire deep inside her. It was as if every word, every commanding touch, peeled away layers of her former self, exposing a version of her she had never dared to confront. The part of her that longed to surrender, to let go of control, was rising to the surface, and she found herself powerless to resist it.

The realization unsettled her, yet her body betrayed her with every passing moment. Her skin tingled with an intoxicating mixture of shame and desire, a strange arousal coursing through her veins. The dominating presence of Patode—his strength, his unyielding authority—ignited something primal within her, something she couldn’t explain but couldn’t deny. Her breaths became shallow gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Each rise and fall of her chest mirrored the storm raging within her.

She had always prided herself on being strong, independent, and composed. Yet now, under Patode's control, that persona was crumbling. The woman she was becoming, the one who responded so viscerally to his degradation, frightened her as much as she excited her. Her lips trembled, not with fear, but with the weight of her own suppressed desires clawing their way to the surface.

Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she grappled with the duality of her emotions. The sharp sting of his dominance, both verbal and physical, should have repelled her, yet it pulled her deeper, making her body hum with a need she didn’t know she possessed. The ache between her thighs grew unbearable, her arousal dripping like a confession of her newfound desires.

She hated herself for how much she craved his control, yet at the same time, she felt more alive than ever. The shame mixed with exhilaration, forming an intoxicating cocktail that left her breathless. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with the unspoken acknowledgment of the line she had crossed and the power dynamic that now defined their relationship. Patode watched her closely, a small, knowing smirk playing at his lips, fully aware that she was coming to terms with the fact that she had willingly surrendered herself to him in every conceivable way.

"You’ve given me your body, you’ve admitted that I’m your man, but it’s all meaningless until we solidify that bond. This isn’t just physical, Shipra—it’s psychological. You said it yourself: I’m the real man in your life now. And a man is entitled to claim his woman, to mark her, to leave her with no doubt about who she belongs to.” Patode continued his tone softening slightly as he released his grip on her, noticing that Shipra no longer resisted. The tension in her body had faded, and she seemed to be accepting her place in the moment, her breaths still shallow but steady.

Meanwhile Namrata, who had shifted behind Patode, watched the unfolding scene with a cruel satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she reveled in the complete degradation of Shipra at Patode’s hands. But she wasn’t content to merely observe. No, Namrata had played a key role in bringing Shipra to this point of submission. Throughout the night, she had encouraged and supported Patode, feeding into his basest desires and aiding him in breaking Shipra’s resistance. Now, as she watched the final vestiges of defiance fade from Shipra’s face, she felt a surge of triumphant dominance.

She leaned in closer, her voice low and deliberate as she whispered in Patode’s ear. "Don’t stop now," she urged, her tone a blend of command and seduction. "Claim her Patode. Make her yours. Let her feel it—let her know who she belongs to now."

Namrata’s hand moved with purpose, wrapping around Patode’s throbbing cock. With a steady grip, she guided him toward Shipra’s slick and yielding entrance. Shipra moaned softly, her body betraying her as it responded to the invasion. Namrata smirked, savoring the moment.

“Go on, Patode,” she coaxed, her breath warm against his skin. “Fill her with your seed. Mark her, make her yours, and free her from the control of that useless Alok. She doesn’t need him anymore. You’re the one she belongs to now.”

Patode held Shipra’s gaze firmly, his eyes dark and commanding, but not without a flicker of reassurance. Her trembling body beneath him only heightened his sense of control. "Shipra," he began, his voice a low rumble that resonated with authority, yet carried an air of tenderness. "let go of your fears and doubts. Accept me. Welcome me."

He paused, leaning in slightly, his presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "You are under my care now. And as your man, I will never let you go through any situation which will harm you or question your character." His words carried a subtle challenge, a command wrapped in tenderness, as if daring her to deny the safety and control he offered. "You can trust me," he finished, his tone both resolute and inviting.

Shipra’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes flickered downward, drawn almost against her will to where their bodies were on the verge of connection. The thick, monstrous tip of Patode’s cock pressed against her entrance, poised to claim her completely. The sheer size of him made her pulse quicken with a blend of fear and reluctant anticipation. His heavy, potent balls hung below, full and ready to release a torrent of his seed deep within her.

Her body shifted instinctively, the conflict in her mind giving way to the primal sensations coursing through her. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached down between her thighs, her delicate fingers brushing against the throbbing heat of his cock. Her grip tightened, and she began to stroke him with a slow, sensual rhythm, her movements deliberate and inviting.

Patode’s breath hitched at her boldness, his patience hanging by a thread. Shipra finally looked back into his eyes, her own wide with a mixture of resignation and unspoken desire. Without uttering a single word, she nodded, her submission clear in the subtle bow of her head. It was all the permission Patode needed.

The corner of his mouth twisted into a triumphant smirk, his confidence radiating as he lifted his hips and with a single long thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside Shipra’s eager, trembling cunt. Her breath hitched, her body tensing, but she instinctively arched her back, meeting his intensity with a desperate craving of her own. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and unrelenting, as though he were staking a claim over every inch of her.



“Oh Godddddddd… not so hard, Patode!” Shipra cried out, her voice a mix of pain and raw pleasure that echoed through the room. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she struggled to hold on. But there was no slowing him now, no tempering the wild energy that surged through him. His pace grew more primal, every stroke designed to reach the deepest, most sensitive parts of her, eliciting cries that were equal parts protest and surrender.

Patode’s breathing became labored, his muscles taut as he drove into her with renewed vigor. The sight of Shipra writhing beneath him, her body yielding to his every movement, was a heady drug he couldn’t resist. He was close—so close—and the thought of marking her, of defiling her completely, sent him hurtling toward the edge.

“I’m about to cum, Shipra,” he growled, his voice thick with urgency. “I’m going to flood your cheating cunt with my seed, mark you as mine forever.” His words hung in the air, a possessive declaration that sent a shiver down her spine. Shipra whimpered beneath him, her body responding instinctively to his dominance.

Patode’s rhythm became erratic, his thrusts short and frantic as the wave of release overtook him. “Here it comes, slut,” he groaned, his voice breaking with the sheer force of his pleasure. “Feel the seed of a real man.”

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself as far as he could go, his entire body tensing as he gave into the powerful release. His hips stilled, his cock jerking violently as hot pulses of his climax spilled into her, marking her, claiming her. His body convulsed, every muscle tightening as he groaned loudly, a sound of pure satisfaction and primal victory. For what felt like an eternity, Patode’s cock continued to throb and jerk, spurting wave after wave of his hot seed deep inside Shipra. The sheer volume of his release was overwhelming, each thick gush flooding her womb and filling her to capacity. The intense heat radiating from within sent a shiver through her entire body, leaving her breathless and trembling. Unable to resist the primal urge, Shipra’s hands instinctively slid between her legs, her fingers wrapping around Patode’s pulsating length as it continued to unload inside her. She began to massage him gently, coaxing every last drop of his sperm from him, her touch both tender and deliberate.

 

“Goddamn, Patode!” Namrata murmured, her voice shaky and tinged with awe as she felt the relentless pulses of his release. Namrata's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. “You came a bucket! Look at it—it’s spilling everywhere!” she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of disbelief and intrigue. She leaned forward, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding before her.

As Patode began to withdraw, Shipra’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. Her trembling thighs pressed against his hips as if refusing to let him go, desperate to hold on to the intoxicating sensation of his warmth spilling into her. Overwhelmed by the primal pleasure coursing through her, she arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"God... Patode... it feels so good," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of ecstasy and vulnerability. Her hands slid up his sweat-slicked back, pulling him closer as she whispered, "Please, just stay like this a little longer." Her body trembled beneath him, lost in the ecstasy of her final surrender and the primal satisfaction of making her man cum.

Patode paused, his chest heaving as he gazed down at her, her flushed face and half-lidded eyes brimming with satisfaction. He couldn’t resist the moment. With a low growl of approval, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, tasting the sweetness of her surrender. Her arms tightened around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor, pouring all her newfound passion into the embrace.

When the kiss finally broke, Patode allowed himself to collapse against her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck as their bodies remained entwined, lost in the blissful haze of shared release. After a long moment, Patode shifted to the side, his softening cock sliding free from her with a wet, slick sound. A glistening mix of their combined arousal clung to him as he slumped onto the bed, utterly spent. The sight he left behind was nothing short of carnal chaos. Shipra’s gaping, overstimulated pussy was a mess, her swollen lips coated in thick, pearly streams of his release. The viscous white fluid oozed out of her, trickling slowly down her inner thighs and pooling in her ass crack before dripping onto the already stained bedsheets below.



“Holy shit, look at that,” Namrata said, her voice hushed with a strange mix of fascination and desire as she watched a fresh rivulet of cum escape and glide lazily down Shipra’s skin. “You’ve completely ruined her. There’s no way anyone could ever fill her up like that again.”

Shipra, still dazed and breathing heavily, let her head fall back against the pillow, a blissful, exhausted smile spreading across her flushed face. Her body was limp, her limbs splayed across the bed as if she were basking in the aftermath of a storm. Patode, equally drained, turned his head to glance at her, his lips curling into a lazy, satisfied grin. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sex, the evidence of their passion staining both their bodies and the sheets beneath them, marking the night as one neither of them would soon forget.

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"Hey, Alok! Where are you, man? The guest lecture is about to start," Vaibhav’s voice crackled through the phone, urgency lacing his tone.

"I'm on my way, Vaibhav. My son wasn’t feeling well, so I got held up," Alok explained, his voice tinged with worry as he hailed an auto-rickshaw and climbed in. "I’ll be there in 15 minutes, max."

"Hurry up, man! The star alumni of our coaching institute is already here. If you’re late, you’ll miss the one-on-one interaction," Vaibhav exclaimed, clearly excited about the opportunity.

"I know. Don’t worry, I’ll make it in time," Alok assured him. He ended the call with a sigh and leaned forward slightly, addressing the auto driver.

"Could you drive a little faster, please?" he requested, his voice firm but polite. The driver gave him a nod, shifting gears as the auto picked up speed.

Alok pulled out his phone once more, his fingers moving quickly across the screen as he dialed Shipra’s number. He brought the phone to his ear, waiting for her familiar voice to greet him. Instead, the call rang out, only to be replaced by a monotonous electronic message:

"आपण ज्या व्यक्तीला कॉल करत आहात, ती व्यक्ती सध्या फोन उचलू शकत नाही. कृपया नंतर प्रयत्न करा."

"The person you are trying to call is unable to answer the phone right now. Please try again later."

Alok frowned as he ended the call, lowering the phone from his ear. It was unusual for Shipra not to answer, especially at this hour. By now, she should be ready and preparing to leave for work. A nagging thought crossed his mind, but he brushed it off. Perhaps she was in the washroom or momentarily occupied.

Shrugging it away, he decided to wait for a few minutes before trying again. Glancing at the time on his watch, he noticed it was inching closer to 9:00 a.m. The guest lecture by the coaching institute’s star alumnus—a topper who joined civil services last year—was foremost on his mind. It wasn’t just an ordinary session; it was an opportunity to learn, to be inspired, and perhaps even to connect one-on-one with someone who had already achieved what Alok aspired to.

He tried dialing Shipra again after a five-minute pause, hoping this time she’d answer. But the result was the same: the familiar ring died out, replaced by the same recorded message. Alok’s brow furrowed, a hint of concern creeping in. It wasn’t like Shipra to ignore his calls, and the lack of response felt out of place.

Still, he couldn’t dwell on it too long. His mind was already preoccupied with the day ahead. The chance to meet and interact with the accomplished alumnus was a big deal, and he didn’t want to miss a moment of it. With a small sigh, he slid his phone back into his pocket, convincing himself that Shipra would return his call soon enough.

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Ringgg... Ringgg... Ringgg...

The sharp, incessant ringing of Shipra's phone echoed through Patode's bedroom, cutting through the stillness like an unwelcome intruder. The sound bounced off the walls, disturbing the heavy silence that had blanketed the room.

Namrata, sprawled face down across the messy bed, stirred at the noise. Her brows furrowed in irritation as she groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow in an attempt to ignore it. But the persistent ringing refused to relent, dragging her from the edges of her groggy haze.

With a frustrated sigh, Namrata slowly pushed herself up from the tangled mess of sheets, her hair a wild disarray around her face. She blinked groggily, her eyes adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the curtains, streaking the room in muted gray. The sharp, incessant ringing still pierced the air, each vibration rattling the silence and tugging her further out of her hazy stupor.

She rubbed her temples, trying to shake the heaviness in her head as her gaze finally settled on the source of the noise—a glowing phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand.

Annoyed, Namrata leaned over, grabbing the device with an impatient flick of her wrist. Her vision sharpened as she adjusted her focus, reading Alok's name on the screen.

The name on the dailler made her pause, her lips tightening into a thin line. For a moment, she simply stared at the display, and then it hit her—a rush of memories from the previous night crashed over her like a tidal wave. The carnal choas of last night, the heated threesome and Shipra's ultimate surrender—all of it came flooding back, snapping Namrata back to reality.

Her heartbeat quickened as she snapped her attention around the room, her eyes darting around the room. But Shipra and Patode were nowhere to be seen. The bed beside her was empty, its sheets disheveled but absent of the warmth that had been there only hours before.

Not sure what to do she quickly silenced the incessant ringing of Shipra's phone, letting the sudden quiet settle around her. The faint glow of the screen dimmed, leaving the mobile vibrating. But just as she began to gather her thoughts, she heard a sound. Barely audible at first but unmistakable once she focused-a faint, rhythmic moaning, drifting in from the direction of the hall.  For a split second, she was surprised, her mind racing to process it. But it didn't take long for her to piece things together, and when she did, a knowing smirk curled at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she muttered under her breath, the cunning gleam in her eyes matching the sly smile now spreading across her face. Slipping out of bed, she grabbed the crumpled bedsheet to wrap around her naked body. With Shipra's phone still in hand, Namrata tiptoed toward the hall, her steps deliberate and light. She didn't want to alert anyone to her approach- not yet, anyway. Her pulse race from anticipation as if she were on the cusp of uncovering something forbidden. The moaning grew louder as she exited the room and entered the hall. The sounds painted a vivid picture, one she could almost see without even looking

In the hall, Shipra and Patode were completely immersed in yet another heated, uninhibited session on the couch, oblivious to the fact that they now had an uninvited spectator. Their heated session on the couch had reached a fever pitch, and they were so consumed by their carnal desires that the ringing of Shipra’s phone and the quiet entrance of Namrata went entirely unnoticed.



This time, unlike the night before, Patode had allowed Shipra to take full control, her own willingness to such debauchery added an electrifying energy to their encounter. She was straddling Patode on the couch, facing him, her hips moving with rhythmic intensity as she rode his thick cock, her moans echoing softly through the room. Her movements were confident and fluid, her head tilted back in ecstasy, eyes closed as she surrendered to the bliss coursing through her body.

Patode, reclined on the couch, exuded an air of dominance despite letting Shipra take the lead. He was matching her rhythm with deep, deliberate thrusts of his own, his hands roamed her body with a mix of hunger and admiration. His strong fingers were gripping her swollen breasts, kneading them firmly, eliciting a series of sharp gasps from Shipra. His mouth was latched onto one of her erect, sensitive nipples, his tongue swirling around the peak as he alternated between soft sucks and gentle nips. He groaned against her skin, his sounds of pleasure muffled but no less raw.



Shipra’s hands tangled in Patode’s hair, were pulling him closer as he lavished attention on her breasts. “Ohhh... Patode... please hurry,” Shipra moaned, her voice trembling with a mixture of urgency and desire. She arched her back, grinding herself harder against him, but her mind flickered with the thought of the clock ticking away.

Patode groaned in response, his lips never leaving her skin. “Hmmm... what’s the rush, Shipra?” he murmured, his voice dripping with playful defiance. “Look at these nipples—they’re so aroused, begging for more. Your tits are swollen, aching for my touch. And the way your pussy is gripping my cock right now... it feels like you can’t get enough of me.”

Shipra whimpered, her moans growing louder as his words only heightened her pleasure. “Unggggg... oh... godddd... Please, Patode! You'll get me late for the office,” she pleaded, her hips moving faster, chasing her own release even as she urged him to finish.

Patode paused momentarily, lifting his head to meet her gaze with a smirk. “It’s all up to you, my slut,” he said, his tone low and teasing. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he added, “Make me cum, and you can go.”

Just as the words left his lips, his gaze shifted—and he froze for a fraction of a second. Over Shipra’s shoulder, he caught sight of Namrata standing in the doorway, her figure dbangd in a bedsheet, her eyes gleaming with mischief and arrousal, were locked on them, her presence unmistakable yet silent.

A sly, knowing smile spread across Patode’s face as he began thrusting into Shipra with renewed vigour and continued his assault on her tits. Slowly, he extended a finger, beckoning Namrata to come closer.

Namrata chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and intrigue glinting in her eyes as she stepped forward. “It seems you’ve completely tamed your new slut, Patode,” she said with a teasing tone, dropping the bedsheet that was loosely dbangd around her body. In a quick yet graceful manner she climbed onto the couch beside them, she perched herself comfortably, holding Shipra’s phone, which had finally stopped ringing.

Shipra, however, was far from composed. The sudden approach of Namrata left her stunned and mortified. Unlike the night before, when she’d been under the influence of both alcohol and the aphrodisiac-laden hookah, she was fully sober now, acutely aware of her actions. The realization that Namrata had caught her in such a compromising position—engaged so brazenly in an act adultery by her own free will—sent a wave of shame washing over her.

Her movements faltered for a moment, her confidence crumbling under the weight of guilt and embarrassment. The images of the previous night—the wild, uninhibited threesome they had indulged in—flashed vividly in her mind. Her cheeks burned as she averted her gaze, unable to meet Namrata’s piercing eyes.

Sensing Shipra’s discomfort, Namrata broke the tension with a calm, almost soothing tone. “It’s alright, Shipra,” she said, her voice soft but firm, cutting through the awkward silence. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I’m not here to judge you for what happened last night.”

Shipra glanced at her hesitantly, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came. Namrata continued, leaning forward slightly, her tone now carrying a hint of encouragement. “In fact, I want to congratulate you. You’ve finally freed yourself from that suffocating cage of societal norms and control. It takes courage to embrace what you truly want, even if it feels wrong at first.”

Shipra’s brows furrowed, her guilt still evident, but she listened intently as Namrata went on. “I know this is all new and overwhelming. I understand how difficult it must be to come to terms with these...drastic changes, with this new dynamic between us. But believe me, Shipra, you’ve done nothing wrong. Last night wasn’t a mistake—it was liberation. And sometimes, breaking the rules is the only way to truly find yourself.”

Namrata placed a gentle hand on Shipra’s arm, her touch warm and reassuring. “You’ll see,” she said, her tone filled with conviction. “By surrendering yourself to your desires, by letting go of those chains you’ve been clinging to for so long, life will become easier. Freer.”

Shipra swallowed hard, her emotions swirling in a complex mix of shame, confusion, and the faint stirrings of acceptance. Namrata’s words, though unexpected, carried a strange sense of comfort. It didn’t erase the guilt she felt, but for the first time, it planted a seed of justification—an unsettling yet undeniable sense that perhaps, just perhaps, this new path was her escape.

"Aren't you getting late, Shipra?" Patode asked, his voice laced with mock concern, as he leaned back against the couch with a smug, satisfied smirk. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched her, completely under his control. "But I’m not letting you leave until you take another load of my hot jizz," he added with a low chuckle, his tone dripping with dominance.

Before Shipra could respond, Patode lifted his hips sharply, driving his cock deep into her, making her gasp as her balance faltered. She fell forward, her chest crashing onto his, her breath hitching at the unexpected thrust. His arms wrapped around her waist briefly, holding her close before one hand snaked its way down.

“Get on with it bitch, ride me,” he growled, his voice commanding. To emphasize his point, his palm came down hard on her ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room. The sting of the slap sent a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through her, eliciting a startled yelp from Shipra, followed by a soft, breathy moan. Namrata, still perched nearby, let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the display before her.

Shipra bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the wave of sensation washing over her. The stinging heat from the spank seemed to fuel her desire, pushing her deeper into submission. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she began to move.



Without lifting herself fully upright, she started grinding her hips against Patode, her movements frantic and unrestrained. Her body seemed to take over, driven by pure instinct as she rode him, her pace growing wilder with each passing second. The couch creaked beneath them, adding to the symphony of moans, gasps, and the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin.

Patode’s hands roamed her body possessively, one squeezing her ass while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leaned forward, nipping at her sensitive skin as she whimpered, her body arching against him.

But just as the intensity of the moment peaked, with both Shipra and Patode teetering on the edge of their release, the shrill sound of Shipra’s phone cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife. The persistent ringing shattered the haze of passion, yanking them back to reality. Shipra froze mid-movement, her hips halting as her gaze darted towards Namrata holding onto her phone.

Namrata, ever composed and unfazed by the interruption, leaned over with a smirk tugging at her lips. "It’s Alok again," she said teasingly, holding the phone up for Shipra to see.

Alok♥️

The dialer displayed as the phone kept ringing. Shipra's heart skipped a beat and her breath hitched for a moment. Her mouth went dry, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Though it was just a phone call, the name on the screen carried the weight of her guilt, her shame, and the betrayal she had chosen to ignore. Alok—her husband, her partner, the man she had vowed to be faithful to—was just a swipe away, unknowingly intruding on her adulterous reality.

"What a pathetic prick," Namrata sighed as she leaned back on the couch her voice dripping with disdain. "Neither he keeps his wife satisfied himself," Namrata continued with a mocking laugh, her tone light but laced with scorn, "and now even unknowingly he is disturbing her while she’s finally getting what she deserves from someone else." Her laughter echoed through the room, casual and cruel.

Patode chuckled at Namrata's remark, but noticing Shipra’s sudden stillness and emotional chaos, he tightened his grip on her hips, his smirk unwavering. "Ignore it Shipra," he murmured, his deep, commanding voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts. His hips shifted slightly beneath her, an unsubtle reminder of the moment they had been sharing. Without giving Shipra a moment to absorb the brazenness of her actions or let the creeping guilt take hold, Patode took charge with a commanding presence that left no room for hesitation. His strong hands gripped her waist tightly, and in one swift motion, he pushed her off his lap. Shipra stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but before she could fully register what was happening, he spun her around, positioning her so her back faced him—and away from the accusing glare of her phone.

His glistening, rock-hard cock slipped out of her wet cunt, leaving only the swollen tip teasing her entrance. The sudden emptiness made Shipra gasp involuntarily, her body betraying her inner turmoil with an ache that begged to be filled again. Before she could respond or even process his words, Patode tightened his grip on her hips and dropped her down forcefully, impaling her on his cock with a single, unrelenting thrust.

Patode leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, "You don’t have time to entertain that wimp, Shipra. Let’s finish what we started." Shipra cried out, her voice a mixture of shock and pleasure, as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her in a way that sent electric jolts coursing through her body.

Ahhhhhhhhh...fuckkkkkkkk

Shipra moaned loudly under the immense sensation of pleasure. Her body leaned back and one of her legs was raised onto the sofa for support as she struggled to steady herself under his dominance. The weight of her guilt, which she had so brazenly dismissed the night before, which was now bearing down on her was once again subdued by the forbidden pleasure coursing through her body.



Patode didn’t give her any respite. His hips began moving with a ruthless rhythm, driving his cock deep inside her over and over again. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Shipra’s breathless moans and the guttural groans that escaped from Patode’s lips. His hands roamed over her back and hips, possessive and unapologetic, as if marking her as his.

"You’re mine right now," he growled, his tone dripping with authority. "Forget about him. Forget about everything except this." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, making Shipra arch her back and cry out again.

Namrata, silenced the phone once more and threw it behind her on the couch.  Her voice, calm yet laced with amusement, broke the silence. "What’s the matter, Shipra? Feeling guilty now?" She chuckled softly, her tone almost patronizing. "It’s just a phone call. You'll have to learn to ignore more than that. And don't worry you can call back that useless unemployed wimp after getting thoroughly fucked by Patode. You're free now Shipra, just forget everything and have fun."

Shipra’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shame, fear, regret, and above all the undeniable pull of desire she couldn’t seem to escape. She kept bouncing on Patode's cock slowly her peaking arrousal subdued all other feelings and all she could think of was the impending orgasm that kept building inside her.

The phone on the couch kept vibrating, its insistent buzzing barely audible over the sounds of their raw passion. Shipra’s eyes flicked toward it instinctively, but Patode was quick to catch her fleeting distraction. His piercing gaze darkened, a sly, possessive smirk curling his lips as he decided to remind her where her focus should be. Without breaking his relentless rhythm, he leaned back slightly, shifting his weight as his left hand shot up to grab a fistful of her hair. The sudden tug made Shipra gasp, her back arching involuntarily as her writhing body was pulled further upright on his lap. He adjusted her position effortlessly, his strength evident as he lifted her just enough to bend her legs at the knees, dbanging them over his muscular thighs.



Now, Shipra’s body was completely exposed and vulnerable, her head pulled back by his firm grip, her chest thrust forward, her thighs parted wide and her hips pinned against him. The new angle forced her to feel every inch of his cock buried deep inside her, intensifying the sensations that coursed through her trembling form.

"Don’t even think about it," he hissed, his voice low and commanding. "Your body doesn’t lie, Shipra. You don’t want him right now—you want this more. You want me."

Shipra’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to deny it, to fight the truth in his words, but her body betrayed her completely. Every thrust, every touch, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, drowning out the voice of reason that whispered her guilt.

Behind them, Namrata watched the scene unfold with a sly smile, her arms crossed as she leaned against the edge of the couch. "Well, I guess that answers any doubts you had, Shipra," she said, her voice teasing yet almost approving. "Patode clearly knows how to keep you distracted."

Patode chuckled darkly at Namrata’s remark but didn’t break his rhythm. If anything, he seemed spurred on by her comment, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, as if to prove a point. Shipra’s moans grew louder, her body surrendering completely to the pleasure that consumed her, leaving no room for guilt or shame—at least for now.

“Damn, Shipra, your cunt just got even tighter,” Patode sneered, his voice dripping with derision. “Was it the call from your pathetic husband? Does it turn you on, knowing he’s just a swipe away from hearing you moan like the filthy little slut you are? I wonder how hard you'd cum if I had you bent over and fucked you right in front of him—let him watch what a whore his wife truly is.”

His mocking laughter echoed in the room as he slammed into her harder, each thrust more relentless than the last. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with Shipra’s breathless cries.

"I can sense it Shipra," Patode whispered, his voice low and teasing, each word dripping with sinful intent. "This forbidden act of cheating, the thrill of this adulterous sex it’s driving you wild, isn’t it? I can feel you tightening around me. You’re right there on the edge, aren’t you?"

His thrusts slowed for just a moment, drawing out the tension as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "The risk of getting caught, the thought of your husband having no idea what his precious wife is up to—it’s making you lose control, isn’t it? Cum for me, Shipra. Don’t hold back... I want to feel every bit of it."

Patode’s own breathing grew heavier, his restraint slipping with every passing second. His hands gripped her hips harder, his nails digging into her skin as he fought to hold on. "Let’s cum together," he groaned, his voice thick with desperation. "I can’t take it anymore... you’re driving me insane."

He quickened his pace, his movements erratic, his body trembling from the strain of holding back. Each thrust pushed them closer to the inevitable. And as the tension reached its peak, he felt her body tighten around him, pulling him over the edge with her. The two of them shattered together, their moans filling the room as the forbidden moment consumed them both.

“Oh... God! F-fuck... fuckkkkk...Patode” Shipra’s moans turned into incoherent screams, her body trembling violently as the orgasm overtook her first. Instinctively, her hand shot down to her clit, her fingers finding the swollen, sensitive nub with frantic urgency. The added stimulation sent shockwaves through her already overloaded senses, her walls clenching around Patode’s cock in a vice-like grip. Within moments, her body betrayed her completely, and she erupted, squirting uncontrollably.



Her juices gushed out, soaking Patode’s cock and dripping down onto his thighs, pooling beneath them. The slick, wet sounds filled the air, mingling with Shipra’s cries and the frantic rhythm of her hips as they bucked wildly. Her fingers moved in frantic circles over her clit, her moans rising in pitch with each stroke, pushing her deeper into the mind-shattering ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh... Fuck, Shipraaaaaa... I’m cumming... I’m cumming so hard!" Patode roared, his deep groan reverberating through the room. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His entire body tensed, his cock twitching violently as he erupted inside her, pumping thick ropes of his seed into her quivering, overworked pussy.

He shuddered with each pulse of release, his breath ragged and his voice unsteady as he growled, "Damn... there’s no better feeling than emptying my load into a married cunt. It’s so fucking good, Shipra... my cock just can’t stop jerking." His words were laced with a twisted satisfaction, his tone almost reverent as he continued to fill her, every last drop spilling out of him.



"You’ve drained me dry, Shipra," he murmured breathlessly, his grip on her hips loosening as the last waves of his orgasm subsided. Slowly, he pulled back, his cock slipping free from her swollen, leaking entrance.

Exhausted, Patode slumped back onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions. Shipra’s frail, trembling frame followed, collapsing beside him, her legs too weak to hold her up any longer. A thick stream of his white, sticky cum trickled out of her well fucked cunt, trailing down her inner thighs and pooling on the couch beneath her.

After a few moments of catching his breath, Patode sat up slightly, his hand lazily trailing over Shipra’s trembling thigh. He gave it a soft pat, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity. “Come on, Shipra,” he murmured, his tone almost teasing but with a hint of command. “You better get cleaned up. You don’t want to be late for the office, do you?”

Shipra groaned softly in response, her body still weak and unsteady. Her legs wobbled as she pushed herself up from the couch, a faint blush and embarassment spreading across her cheeks as she felt the sticky warmth of his cum still trickling down her inner thighs. Without a word, she grabbed her phone from the couch and began making her way toward the bathroom, her steps lethargic, every movement betraying the exhaustion that lingered in her body.

As the sound of the shower turned on in the distance, Namrata, who had been quietly observing, shifted closer to Patode. She snuggled against his side, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest as she looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Patode,” she began, her voice soft yet questioning, “you really enjoyed turning Shipra into a slut, didn't you? I hope your fetish for claiming yet another married women is satisfied after cumming inside her in the last few hours."

“Actually, thrice,” Patode corrected smoothly, his voice laced with triumph as he raised three fingers right in front of Namrata’s face, his sly smile deepening. “I fucked her one more time early this morning while you were still out cold.” He paused, letting the weight of his words linger before adding with deliberate emphasis, “And yes, I came inside her. Obviously.”

"You dog!," Namrata playfully hit Patode totally shocked at his perversion. "You really seem adamant on knocking her up… you even joked about it. You don’t actually mean it, do you?”

Her gaze searched his face, trying to read the intent behind his dark smirk. "I mean... getting her pregnant? That’s a whole different level of chaos and seriously evil Patode. Are you seriously considering it, or was that just... heat-of-the-moment talk?"

Patode let out a low chuckle, resting his arm around Namrata and pulling her closer. His hand lazily stroked her shoulder as he tilted his head back, seemingly lost in thought. “Relax, Namrata,” he said finally, his voice calm yet cryptic. “What’s the harm in letting things play out? Shipra’s enjoying herself, isn’t she? And if something unexpected were to happen…” His smirk widened as his fingers brushed Namrata’s cheek. “Well, wouldn’t that just make things a bit more... interesting?”

Namrata’s face contorted with concern at Patode’s words. She opened her mouth to voice her objection, but before she could get a word out, Patode cut her off with a calm yet dismissive smirk.

“Relax, Namrata,” he said, his tone light and casual, as though her worries were entirely unfounded. “I’m just joking. Why would I do something like that? I’m not a fool to get that sexy MILF pregnant and ruin all the fun I’m planning to have with her over the next few months.” He chuckled nonchalantly.

Namrata let out a small sigh of relief, though the lingering doubt in her eyes didn’t completely fade. “You’re impossible, you know that?” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.

Patode, unfazed by her lingering skepticism, stood up and stretched, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached out and grabbed Namrata’s hand, pulling her up with him in one swift motion. “Now,” Patode said with a sly grin, slipping an arm around Namrata’s waist and pulling her close, “why don’t we get going as well? You’ve got that big interview in few days, right? I wouldn’t want you completely drained because of me—though, I can’t say I’d mind.” His tone carried a teasing edge, his intent clear in the way his fingers traced slow circles along her lower back.

“Patode, you’re absolutely insatiable!” Namrata giggled, catching the full meaning behind his words. The earlier tension and concern melted away from her face, replaced by a playful smile as she leaned into him.

With a shared look of understanding, they turned toward the bedroom, disappearing behind its door.

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"Bahadur, wait!" Patode called out as he stepped out of the front door, raising his hand to stop the car. His voice carried an authority that halted the driver mid-motion.

Inside the car, Shipra and Namrata were seated, ready to leave. Patode had thoughtfully—or perhaps manipulatively—provided them with fresh outfits: a modest saree for Shipra and a salwar suit for Namrata, to replace their torn and utterly ruined dresses from the previous night. These replacements, pulled from a stack of clothing collected from his previous conquests, carried an air of silent mockery.

Patode strolled up to the car, leaning casually on the passenger-side window where Shipra sat. His gaze lingered on her flushed face, her eyes darting nervously toward the driver, Bahadur, who was doing his best to look oblivious.

"I’ll handle the campaign work, Shipra ma’am," Patode said, his tone laced with faux professionalism but tinged with mockery. "You go relax at the office. I’m sure you’re... exhausted." He deliberately let the last word hang in the air, his smirk deepening as Shipra’s cheeks burned crimson.

Namrata, seated in the back, couldn’t suppress a sly chuckle, her eyes gleaming with amusement at Shipra’s embarrassment.

“And, of course, take this,” Patode added, extending his closed fist toward Shipra. Slowly, he opened it to reveal a small contraceptive pill resting in his palm. “You’ll be needing this, considering...” He paused, his words suggestive, his smirk growing more pronounced. “…after three loads of bareback fun.” His tone was teasing, almost taunting, as he leaned in closer.

Shipra’s hand trembled as she quickly snatched the pill from his hand, too ashamed to look him in the eye. The reminder of the previous night, of his unrestrained dominance and her own reckless surrender, made her stomach churn with a mixture of shame and undeniable excitement.

“All said and done,” Patode continued, his tone softening, becoming unexpectedly gentle, “I really do care about you. It’d be a shame if you thought otherwise, even for a second. I’m sorry if things got a little... wild, but rest assured, you have nothing to worry about as long as you’re with me.” His voice carried an undertone of reassurance, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness in his gaze.

Shipra nodded quickly, her shy and embarrassed demeanor betraying her attempt to maintain composure. “Let’s go, Bahadur. We’re getting late,” she said hurriedly, her voice unsteady as she turned away from Patode and gestured for the driver to leave.

As the car pulled away, Namrata couldn’t resist smirking, leaning forward from the back seat. “You’ve got yourself a real man this time, Shipra,” she teased, her tone dripping with playful mischief.

“Shut up, Namrata,” Shipra shot back, her voice a mix of annoyance and nervous laughter as she glanced at her friend with mock indignation.

As the car drifted along the road, Shipra’s eyes fell to her hands. In one hand, she clutched the pill tightly—a tangible reminder of her reckless, submissive night with Patode, the man who had completely unraveled her. In her other hand was her phone, the screen displaying two missed calls from Alok, her husband. The sight snapping her back to the reality she had momentarily abandoned in the haze of lust and temptation.

Her mind became a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The thrill and raw passion of the last few hours still lingered in her body, but guilt crept in, threatening to overshadow everything. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat as the weight of her actions settled over her.

Namrata, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in her friend’s demeanor. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Shipra’s arm. “Don’t overthink it,” she said softly, her voice unusually sincere. “You needed this.”

Shipra gave a weak smile, her thoughts still tangled.

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Continued to next post...

[Suraj76626]

“Hello, Salim bhai. I was waiting for your call,” Patode drawled, lounging comfortably on his plush couch, the phone pressed lazily to his ear. His eyes were fixed on the massive 65-inch LCD TV mounted on the wall in front of him, where a video was playing. The hall was filled with the unmistakable sound of moans and gasps as Namrata and Shipra writhed together on-screen, their passion caught in vivid, unrelenting detail. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at the screen, reveling in the scene he had orchestrated.

“My ears are waiting for good news, Salim bhai,” he added, his tone smooth yet expectant.

From the other end of the line, Salim’s gruff voice responded. “Saad has agreed,” he confirmed, a note of triumph in his voice. But it was quickly replaced with a tone of demand. “I hope you’ll return this favor as promised, Patode.”

Patode’s grin widened, his satisfaction evident as he leaned further back into the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “That’s wonderful news, Salim bhai,” he said enthusiastically, his voice brimming with approval. “And don’t worry—I never back away from my promises. You know that.” He paused, his eyes flicking back to the screen as another moan echoed through the room, his smirk deepening.

“But,” he continued, his tone turning slightly apologetic, “you’ll have to wait a little longer. Both of these sexy bitches will be out of Ambruj for a few days, but rest assured, Salim bhai, I’ll make the wait worthwhile. I always do.”

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line before Salim grunted his approval. Patode, still smirking, leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “In the meantime, let me send you something to tide you over—a little erotic teaser for your voyeuristic pleasures. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Patode ended the call, not waiting for a reply. He opened his phone, selecting a particularly explicit clip from the video playing on the screen. With a few taps, the file was sent, and Patode leaned back, raising the volume on the TV until the moans filled the room even louder than before.

“It’s just the beginning, Shipra,” Patode murmured under his breath, his voice low and menacing as he watched her on the screen, her face a mixture of pleasure and surrender. “You have no idea what I have in store for you.”

Reaching for his phone again, he dialed another number, his expression darkening with sinister intent. “Toppo,” he said when the call connected, his tone dripping with authority. “Listen to the plan ahead."

End of Chapter 29: Taste of Submission: Part 2

[Suraj76626]

Firstly, as I already told make patode to spit on shipra tired face after fucking her fully...to show the dominance..also make shipra feel she is worth for it...

Nahhhhh

[killthecheats]

Excellent !!!!!!!!!!!

[Dilbar420]

Shipra should realize their boundaries

[hotandluking]

Thanks for the prompt update,as promised.
Now,I will start reading it.

[hotandluking]

Great update with a lot of domination aspects and bareback fun.
Is there any redemption arc for Patode or will he remain evil forver?
Make him an anti-hero figure,that way,all this sex will be justified and the theme would be even more hotter.

[Victorjohnson]

“Hello, Salim bhai. I was waiting for your call,” Patode drawled, lounging comfortably on his plush couch, the phone pressed lazily to his ear. His eyes were fixed on the massive 65-inch LCD TV mounted on the wall in front of him, where a video was playing. The hall was filled with the unmistakable sound of moans and gasps as Namrata and Shipra writhed together on-screen, their passion caught in vivid, unrelenting detail. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at the screen, reveling in the scene he had orchestrated.

“My ears are waiting for good news, Salim bhai,” he added, his tone smooth yet expectant.

From the other end of the line, Salim’s gruff voice responded. “Saad has agreed,” he confirmed, a note of triumph in his voice. But it was quickly replaced with a tone of demand. “I hope you’ll return this favor as promised, Patode.”

Patode’s grin widened, his satisfaction evident as he leaned further back into the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “That’s wonderful news, Salim bhai,” he said enthusiastically, his voice brimming with approval. “And don’t worry—I never back away from my promises. You know that.” He paused, his eyes flicking back to the screen as another moan echoed through the room, his smirk deepening.

“But,” he continued, his tone turning slightly apologetic, “you’ll have to wait a little longer. Both of these sexy bitches will be out of Ambruj for a few days, but rest assured, Salim bhai, I’ll make the wait worthwhile. I always do.”

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line before Salim grunted his approval. Patode, still smirking, leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “In the meantime, let me send you something to tide you over—a little erotic teaser for your voyeuristic pleasures. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Patode ended the call, not waiting for a reply. He opened his phone, selecting a particularly explicit clip from the video playing on the screen. With a few taps, the file was sent, and Patode leaned back, raising the volume on the TV until the moans filled the room even louder than before.

“It’s just the beginning, Shipra,” Patode murmured under his breath, his voice low and menacing as he watched her on the screen, her face a mixture of pleasure and surrender. “You have no idea what I have in store for you.”

Reaching for his phone again, he dialed another number, his expression darkening with sinister intent. “Toppo,” he said when the call connected, his tone dripping with authority. “Listen to the plan ahead."

End of Chapter 29: Taste of Submission: Part 2

To be frank today's update was just average one for me ...

Reason

1. Pouring patode sperm into shipra womanhood was given high importance in this story...It didn't connect me at all because shipra is not illiterate not to know about i-pill with which she can prevent from pregnancy... Usually woman forget it due to pleasure or belief...but in this case, shipra was aware Abt pregnancy so I dnt think giving importance to this is of any value.. A WOMAN READY TO REMOVE MANGALSUTRA FEELS BAD TO TAKE I PILL AND PATODE HAD TO GIVE HER ...ALL TAT WAS BUT CRINGE I FELT

2.  Secondly shipra never gave permission to patode to pour his sperm inside her . Patode had to be rude to make things done .. This according to me was not appreciable because patode had already controlled shipra ..so there was no use for him to be angry... Slap given to Shipra was nt at all needed

However namrata character was brilliant...kudos for tat 
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Still let me  tell you bro, please concentrate on destroying shipra character rather than just hurting her through slap or violence....