Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Vishal Ramana]

Superb writing

[hotandluking]

What is with people asking for complete submission,complete submission?
Once it is done,what is there left in the story?
She does whatever he asks,goes to whomever he sends her to......it becomes boring and monotonous.
When there is no conflict/guilt/hesitation in the mind of the adulterer,sex is just a mechanical act,isnt it?
And the less said the better about silly BDSM fantasies.

[exbiixossip2]

next update sriya
come fast

[Umavictor32]

What is with people asking for complete submission,complete submission?
Once it is done,what is there left in the story?
She does whatever he asks,goes to whomever he sends her to......it becomes boring and monotonous.
When there is no conflict/guilt/hesitation in the mind of the adulterer,sex is just a mechanical act,isnt it?
And the less said the better about silly BDSM fantasies.

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Now a days, except money all other things after a point of time people will get bored... How long u will keep on extending a thing... It had been a long time we are seeing her reluctance... Now we wish to see submission... And being a woman i can understand men mindset. They like to see a reluctant woman gets submissive and behave like a slut... So there is nothing wrong in wishing to see shipra submissive
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[Umavictor32]

Waiting for next update

[kallu420]

Amazing story, hats off bro for the effort and the ability to develop characters and story.

[jroy1984]

When can we expect the next update?

[nusrattashnim]

Next update on Tuesday

When can we expect the next update?

The day of the update is finally here.

[damien123456]

waiting for the update bro don't fail us today put the update before mid night i mean put it before 9 in the night

[Hornytamilan23]

Today is Tuesday... Rocket is ready to launch with enough fuel

[Suraj76626]

The next update in dropping in few hours.

[Umavictor32]

The next update in dropping in few hours.

Whenever suraj post a poster, surely that week update would be a blast

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 34: Embracing the Forbidden

"No, not this weekend, Toppo," Patode said firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he maneuvered his car toward the bus stand. His voice over the call carried a heavy mix of cunning calculation and a trace of bitter nostalgia. "It’s too early for it. Plan it for the weekend after next. That will give me enough time to break her properly. We don’t want a repeat of what happened with Rakhi, do we?"

 

There was a momentary silence on the other end, followed by Toppo’s angry response. "Rakhi ran off only because of that hot-headed fool, Bhiva. If it weren't for him, we’d still be enjoying her. Such a nubile, obedient little bitch she was..." His voice trailed into a low growl, thick with resentment. "Good thing you got Bhiva out of our way this time. I just hope the bastard gets picked up by the cops and put down for good. We’ve wrung all the use we could from that arrogant little shit."

 

Patode chuckled darkly, a crooked smirk curling on his lips. "Careful, Toppo. Don’t let your hatred make you reckless. If he gets caught and opens his mouth, we’ll all have a noose around our necks. But you’re right about one thing—Bhiva’s outlived his usefulness. It’s better he disappears... quietly. But for now, let the things settle a little and focus on satiating our lust through the finest fuck toy we've trapped yet—our slutty little MILF, Shipra."

 

Toppo laughed, his tone thick with lust and malice. "Oh, Bhau, I can barely wait. I want to fuck her right in front of that pathetic wimp, Alok. Watching him break while we ruin her will be the sweetest treat. And these videos you keep sending—man, they’re making it worse. I’m getting desperate!"

 

Patode’s smile widened, predatory and pleased. "Just two more weeks, Toppo. Hold on a little longer. You’ll get your reward—and trust me, it’ll be worth every second of the wait."

 

"Thanks, Bhau," Toppo replied eagerly, his excitement palpable. Then, dropping his voice slightly, he asked, "And bhau, did you get the package I sent?"

 

Patode let out a low, amused chuckle. "Yes, I received it. Don’t worry. These two weeks will give me enough time to get her well-accustomed with them. You know I always deliver."

 

Toppo laughed wickedly on the other end. "That’s what I like to hear. I'll start setting up everything for the second next weekend then."

 

"Good," Patode said, pleased. "Make sure everything’s perfect. Let's make this office getaway a wild and memorable fuckfest."

 

With that, he ended the call, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat just as he pulled into the curb near the bus stop. As he parked, his phone buzzed again—a new message from Shipra flashed across the screen:

 

> "Will reach the bus stand in five minutes."

 

Patode leaned back in his seat, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he rubbed himself through his pants, feeling the slow burn of anticipation ignite within him.

 

"It’s time for some real action, my boy," he muttered to himself, his voice thick with excitement as he quickly typed back:

 

> "I’m waiting just outside."

 

He hit send and settled back, eyes scanning the sidewalk eagerly, waiting for his prey to walk right into his trap.

 

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"Bro, did you hear about that incident in Ambruj?" Vaibhav asked, his voice low and tinged with concern. "The murder happened at the very dhaba where Chetan had just been appointed as manager. Can you believe that? Talk about bad luck. Poor guy—he really needs to get his stars checked by an astrologer or something."

 

Alok’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what? I saw something about a murder of that political goon on the news yesterday, but I didn’t know it was the same place Chetan joined. That’s insane. Did you talk to him? Is he okay?"

 

"Yeah, I spoke to him last night," Vaibhav replied, flipping through his notes from the previous lecture absentmindedly. "He was picked up by the security officer for questioning—routine stuff, thankfully—but they let him go once they figured out he had nothing to do with it. Still, the whole thing shook him up. And now that the dhaba’s sealed off for investigation, the job turned out to be a dead end anyway. Poor guy travelled all the way there for nothing."

 

"Damn," Alok muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "He really can’t catch a break. And to think, he had three attempts left—he shouldn’t have given up."

 

Vaibhav glanced sideways at him. "Well, nothing can be done about it, but I am more concerned about you Alok—this is your final attempt, remember? No more room for doubt or distractions. You’ve gotta get your act together, bro. Unlike me and Chetan, it's do or die for you. Now that you have spent two days with Shipra bhabhi... destressing, it’s time to pour everything into this."

 

Alok chuckled weakly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Yeah. You’re right. I’ve got to give it my all now. Honestly, this whole preparation journey hasn’t just drained me—it almost wrecked things with Shipra. Can you believe I even started suspecting her of cheating on me with some colleague from her office?"

 

"What! Seriously?" Vaibhav looked at him, half in disbelief. "Come on, man. That doesn’t sound like you."

 

Alok let out a bitter laugh. "I know. It sounds stupid now, but in the moment, with all the stress, the distance, the silence... my mind started going places. Thank God, Shipra’s understanding. She remained calm even when I was being a paranoid idiot. Any other woman would’ve walked away."

 

"Come on, bro," Vaibhav said, breaking into a laugh, though his tone still carried some sincerity. "Why would Shipra bhabhi cheat on a future IAS officer for some small-time village guy? You’re seriously overthinking. You’re losing your mind, man."

 

He paused, then added with a mischievous grin, "Maybe all that teasing from Chetan about his own mess of a love life got into your head. You’re letting his cynicism rub off on you." He leaned in slightly, his tone shifting to something more serious, though the playful glint remained in his eyes.  

 

"Listen, unless this colleague of hers is some silver-tongued Casanova—some smooth operator who knows all the right things to say—or, hell, blessed with… ahem… considerable large tool between his legs, then I really don’t think you’ve got much to worry about." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, women can be drawn to charm, sweet talk and, well, size—let’s not pretend otherwise—but not when they already have something real waiting for them at home. A connection like that doesn’t just vanish because of some cheap seducing act from a village stud."  

 

His expression sobered slightly, and he fixed his friend with a knowing look. "That said… you have been taking care of her, right? Not just physically—though, yeah, that matters—but more importantly, emotionally. Because if you’ve been neglecting either, then, that's your real problem. And in that case… well, maybe that village stud will get lucky."

 

He nudged Alok lightly with his elbow, giving him a teasing wink.

 

"Shut up, man," Alok snapped, clearly not amused. There was no humour in his tone, only a sharp, defensive edge—but underneath it lurked something heavier. A quiet unease. Because the truth was, he had let things slip with Shipra—not just recently, but over the years. The passion had dulled, the conversations had grown shorter, and the distance between them had stretched just enough for doubt to creep in.  

 

And now, every joke, every insinuation about another man, hit too close to home. It wasn’t just suspicion gnawing at him—it was guilt and insecurity. The fear that if she was pulling away, he might have already given her reasons to.  

 

His jaw tightened. The thought alone was enough to make his stomach twist.

 

"Alright, alright," Vaibhav said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Just messing with you, bro. Don’t take it to heart. I know Shipra. She’s solid. You’ve got nothing to be insecure about."

 

Alok leaned back slightly, a sigh escaping him. His eyes dropped to the floor as if trying to find clarity in the tiles. "Yeah… maybe you’re right. Maybe, it’s just all the stress. Chetan’s constant jokes, my own insecurities... it’s like it crept into my head and started planting doubts."

 

"Exactly, bro," Vaibhav said, giving him a light nudge. "Leave all that behind now. The only thing we need to think about is those mains. It’s now or never."

 

He raised his fist, and Alok met it with his own.

 

"Yeah," Alok nodded with quiet determination. "Let’s focus on that."

 

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Thud!

 

The car door slammed shut as Patode settled into the driver's seat, his gaze lingering on Shipra sitting beside him. The trunk was loaded with her luggage, but his attention was fixed solely on her. She sat with quiet poise in the passenger seat, framed by the evening light pouring through the windshield. Her yellow chikankari kurti hugged her frame delicately, and the white leggings clung to her legs like they were stitched onto her skin.

 

Patode’s gaze shamelessly wandered, unrestrained, tracing the graceful line of her neck, the gentle rise of her chest, and the way the soft fabric clung to each curve of her body and shifted with every slight movement she made. His eyes lingered with a boldness that bordered on reverence—and Shipra was well aware of it.

 

"What?" Shipra asked, her voice flustered as she turned toward him, cheeks tinged with a hint of rose. She crossed her legs defensively, as if trying to shield herself from the heat in his stare.

 

Patode simply smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet amusement. "Nothing," he said, his voice warm and low. "You just look... stunning."

 

He turned the key, and the engine came alive beneath them. But even with the vehicle in motion, his eyes kept stealing glances at her profile.

 

"Welcome back to Ambruj," he continued, shifting gears smoothly. “I hope the journey was as exciting as I was desperate for you to return. It's good to finally have you all to myself." His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

 

Shipra felt her cheeks flush. "Yeah, it's good to be back," she replied, her voice softer than she intended. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, deliberately avoiding his gaze. "You didn't have to come pick me up personally, Patode. You could've sent Bahadur."

 

The suggestion was a flimsy attempt at deflection-a way to mask the restless anticipation coiling inside her. But Patode wasn't fooled.

 

"Absolutely not," he said, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he pulled onto the road. "My favourite slut deserves all the attention in the world." The word slut rolled off his tongue with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. "Besides," he added, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, "waiting for you was making me desperate."

 

To emphasize his point, his hand slid onto her thigh, his grip firm, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh with deliberate pressure.

 

Shipra's breath hitched. She glanced down, her gaze flickering toward the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. "I can see your desperation growing, Patode," she murmured, her voice a mix of shyness and barely restrained excitement.

 

His laugh was dark, hungry. "It's been like this ever since you sent those pictures this morning." His fingers inched higher, tracing the seam of her leggings where the fabric stretched taut over her thighs. "I can't wait to get you to my place."

 

Then, without warning, his hand slid between her legs, his fingertips pressing against the damp heat of her through the thin material.

 

"Patode-!" Shipra gasped, her body jerking in surprise. Her hands flew to his wrist, but her grip was weak, her resistance half-hearted. "Someone might see-can't you control yourself for a few more minutes?"

 

Her protest was undercut by the breathless tremor in her voice, the way her thighs instinctively parted just a fraction more.

 

Patode's fingers didn't stop. "You should've thought about that before wearing these tight little slutty leggings," he growled, his voice thick with lust. His touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing slow, maddening circles over her clothed slit. "Fuck, Shipra- these legs, these thighs, that perfect fucking ass... If it were up to me, I'd rip this flimsy thing off you and fuck you right now in the back seat."

 

Shipra whimpered, her head falling back against the seat as his touch grew more insistent. Her fingers dug into his forearm, not to push him away, but to anchor herself as pleasure sparked under his skilled fingers.

 

“Oh God....Patode…” she whispered, her voice trembling—not with fear, but with need.

 

He leaned closer, his words brushing against her ear like a secret. “Just a little longer slut. We’ll be there soon.”

 

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"Good evening, my dear Shrutika. How’s the field posting treating you?" Vikrant’s voice crackled through the video call; his mischievous smile unmistakable even on the screen. There was a teasing undertone in his voice, laced with sarcasm—an obvious jab at her decision to accept Ambruj as her first field assignment.

 

Shrutika rolled her eyes, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She was seated at her cluttered desk, surrounded by stacks of files, half-filled case reports, and coffee-stained paperwork. The ceiling fan above did little to ease the oppressive heat. Her khaki uniform clung to her skin, the day’s chaos and fatigue written across her face.

 

"Shut up, Vikrant," she snapped, her voice carrying the edge of frustration. "I’m really not in the mood for your jokes right now."

 

Vikrant’s smirk faded, replaced by a softer, more understanding expression. He leaned closer to the camera, his voice mellowing. "Alright, alright. No need to get all cranky, Shruti. I called to check on you, that’s all. With this whole Saad Hussain situation, I figured the pressure must be getting insane. Do you want me to come down for a few days? Help you out a bit?"

 

Shrutika exhaled deeply, slumping into her chair. The tension in her shoulders was evident. "Sorry, Vikrant. I know you’re just trying to help," she said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "It’s just… this fieldwork—real ground-level investigation—it’s all so new to me. The theories from the academy don’t prepare you for the smell of blood, the gruesome visuals, the faces of fear-stricken people, the politics behind every lead."

 

She looked away for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I’m trying to keep up, but this case... it’s more than just murder. It’s disrupted everything I had planned. I can’t walk away from the investigation, but at the same time, I’m losing sight of why I even came here in the first place."

 

There was a pause before Vikrant spoke again. His voice was calm, deliberate. "Listen, Shruti. Everything will fall into place—just not all at once. Right now, your focus has to be on Saad’s murder. This is high-profile. If you mess it up, the department won’t hesitate to pull you out of Ambruj. And we both know how much that will cost you."

 

He paused, letting his words sink in. "As for your original purpose... don’t forget you have a golden chance here. Use this investigation as your cover. Work through the system. The government machinery is in your hands—use it wisely. You told me once you were willing to compromise on morals for the greater good. If this is that moment, then so be it, babes. Just don’t lose your grip."

 

Shrutika looked back at the screen, the weight of his words pressing against her chest. The weariness didn’t vanish, but something in her gaze steadied. She gave a slow nod.

 

"You’re right. I just need to play it smart."

 

"You’ve always been smart, Shrutika. I have no doubt you’ll handle it," Vikrant said warmly, his smile softening into genuine reassurance. For a brief moment, the teasing mask dropped, revealing the man who believed in her strength unconditionally.

 

But the seriousness didn’t last long.

 

"Now," he added with a sly grin, his voice dipping into a flirtatious drawl, "why don’t you wrap up that mountain of paperwork, head back to your hotel, and let me relieve some of that stress over a nice, steamy video call? Your husband’s dying for a glimpse of his sexy wife under that uniform."

 

Shrutika burst out laughing, shaking her head at his sudden switch in tone. "Oh, so the honourable District Magistrate is getting horny now, isn't he?" she replied with mock disbelief, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Don’t tell me staring at your secretary’s cleavage and her ass all day hasn’t satisfied you enough. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how she bats her lashes at you, breaches your private space and misses no chance of being extra nice around you."

 

Vikrant feigned offense, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh, come on now. She's just an employee, a helping hand, who gets extra chirpy to avoid a transfer. She’s not even in the same league as you, Shruti. You, my love, are fire in uniform." He chuckled, wagging his eyebrows for effect.

 

"Hmm, is that so?" Shrutika raised an eyebrow, pretending to have an epiphany. "Maybe I should get myself a toy boy here in Ambruj. A helping Hand... To relieve a little field stress. You know, for balance."

 

"By all means," Vikrant said with a smirk and a shrug, clearly enjoying the game. "I’m a modern, open-minded man. As long as I get a full report afterward, I’m good." He winked devilishly.

 

Shrutika narrowed her eyes at the screen, leaning closer. "Oh, I know why you’d love that—so you can justify being extra nice to that bitch. Dream on, Mister. I don’t care if you’re the District Magistrate. I own your ass. Remember that." Her voice was mock-serious, but her eyes sparkled with affection.

 

"Yes, ma’am. Completely at your mercy," Vikrant saluted playfully. Then his tone shifted, settling into concern again. "Jokes aside, Shruti, seriously—don’t overdo it. Go back to the hotel. Get out of that sweat-drenched uniform, take a cold shower, and freshen up. And then we can talk about the case, discuss your future plans… all of it. But only after you rest."

 

Shrutika gave a tired smile, her features softening as the exhaustion crept back in. "Yeah… you’re right. I need a break. My head’s spinning. Cold shower, strong coffee, and a bit of quiet are exactly what I need." She looked at him for a beat longer, her expression touched with affection.

 

"I’ll call you once I’m back," she said gently, reaching for the call button.

 

"I’ll be waiting," Vikrant replied, his voice calm and steady.

 

With a final nod, Shrutika ended the call and sat back in her chair for a moment, letting the silence of the office settle around her. The chaos of the day still buzzed in the background, but somewhere amid the noise, Vikrant’s words echoed—reassuring, grounding.

 

Continued to the next post

[eslx1212]

Looks like Suraj has worked full throttle on this. Can't wait.

[Umavictor32]

Look.. This was what i was expecting with shipra character.... Dialogue between shipra and patode shows shipra, is seductive enjoying desperate yet she is very protective about her dignity.... But comparing earlier, now she is broken to some extend... Its nice to see that. Also everyone will wait for next part as main MATTER is hidden there

[Suraj76626]

My net connectivity is little slow today.. be patient dear readers. It's taking ages for getting gif links.

[Suraj76626]

[i]Continued from the last post....
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"Wait... hmmmm... Patode, let me -let me take a shower first... Oh goddddddd... it's dirty down there."

 

Shipra's plea dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Patode pinned her down on the couch, his grip unrelenting. The plush cushion beneath her did little to soothe the feverish heat spreading through her body, her legs splayed wide, knees bent toward the ceiling as if in helpless surrender.

 

Just a few feet from the door, her shredded yellow kurti lay discarded near her luggage along with her white spaghetti, the delicate fabrics torn cleanly in two-a clear testament to Patode's raw impatience. Her soft, pink lips - swollen and tender, bore deep red imprints that told of the wild hunger with which he ravaged them and the insatiable lust that had consumed them both. The bruises bloomed like dark roses against her skin, each one a mark of possession, a testament to the raw, unrestrained passion he had poured into every kiss, with streaks of smudged lipstick staining her mouth and chin in uneven blotches. 

 

Her dark silky hair, which seconds ago was neatly tied, now spilled in dark disarray, fanned wildly around the couch, clinging to the sweat-slicked skin of her neck. The same neck, which still throbbed, flushed and sensitive, encircled with faint red impressions—the fading imprints of his fingers from when he'd wrapped his hand around her throat.

 

But it was just the start of Patode's dominating lust and Shipra's willing submission.

 

With a low growl, he wedged himself between her trembling thighs, his fingers hooking into the torn fabric of her leggings. The flimsy material had already given way under his rough handling, the gaping hole exposing the damp lace of her panties-now nothing more than a flimsy barrier. A sharp tug, and he wrenched the panties aside, baring her already wet pussy completely to his hungry gaze.

 

She whimpered as his hot breath ghosted over her slick flesh, her hips jerking involuntarily when his tongue dragged through her folds in one long, filthy stroke.

 

"Ahhhhhhh-!"

 

Her back arched off the floor, fingers twisting into his hair-whether to pull him closer or shove him away, even she didn't know. But Patode didn't give her time to decide. His mouth sealed over her, tongue plunging deep, lapping at her with an almost feral desperation. Every flick, every suck sent electric shocks through her nerves, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure and shame warred within her.

 

The wet, obscene sounds of his feasting filled the room, mingling with her broken moans.

 

“I can't wait anymore to devour you Shipra. Besides, it’s perfect like this… warm, trembling, and so intoxicating,” Patode murmured, lifting his head just enough for Shipra to see the glint in his eyes. His lips and chin glistened with Shipra's arousal, the musky scent of her pleasure thick in the air between them.

 

Shipra lifted her head, her dark eyes locking onto his with raw, unspoken hunger. There was no hesitation, no shyness-just a primal understanding of what they both wanted. Without a word, Patode's tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, dragging a torturous, wet stripe up her soaked slit.

 

"Fuuuuck-" Shipra's back arched off the couch, her fingers twisting into his hair, gripping hard as pleasure and desperation collided inside her. "God, it feels so good, you'll make me cum with your tongue..." Her voice was a broken moan, her thighs trembling around his head.

 

Patode's dark chuckle rumbled against her skin, the vibrations sending a shiver through her body, drawing a desperate whimper from her lips. His breath was hot, his proximity overwhelming-every inch of him radiated dominance, and she was helpless under its weight.

 

"That pathetic husband of yours," his voice was a velvet-dark taunt, dripping with derision as his fingers digging into the soft creamy flesh of her inner thigh. "Tell me- Does he at least give you oral pleasure?" 

 

But before she could muster a reply- before she could even draw breath - he buried his mouth upon her dripping cunt sealing over her slick throbbing flesh. His tongue moved with deliberate precision, tracing the swollen crest of her clit before circling it in slow, maddening strokes. Every flick sent electric currents racing through her, every deep, languid lick drew another broken sound from her lips. 

 

Shipra was drowning in sensation- the wet molten heat of his mouth, the searing contrast of his rough cheek grazing her tender inner thighs, the way his tongue delved deeper, probing her entrance before retreating to torment her all over again. Her juices coated his lips, her arousal thick and heady between them, and the obscene sound of his devotion only amplified her shameful pleasure.

 

Shipra's body arched, her thighs trembling violently as if they might give way. Her fingers clawed into the cushions, fabric tearing under her nails, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly-a knot of ecstasy and humiliation, winding until she feared it might snap.

 

"N-no-" The word broke from her lips in a ragged whisper, her breath coming in uneven hitches. Without thinking, her own hand rose to her swollen breast spilling out of her bra, fingers pinching a stiff nipple, tugging hard as if to distract herself from the sinful heat between her legs. "He never... fuck... never even tried."

 

Patode let out a derisive snort, his lips curling in contempt. "What a total fucking loser. Unemployed, pathetic in bed and doesn't even orally satisfy you. What the hell are you even doing with him? No wonder you lose all control when with me. With a real man who knows what a cheating slut like you crave." 

 

Then, without warning, his palm cracked sharply against her inner thigh-the sting making her jolt, her skin flushing with heat. "Turn over, you desperate little bitch," he growled. "On your knees. Arch that pretty back, jut that perfect ass out-now. Let me show you how a real man feasts and treats his women."

 

Shipra obeyed without hesitation, her body thrumming with anticipation as she positioned herself on the couch, every nerve alight with the promise of what was coming next.

 

Spank! Spank!

 

Two sharp slaps landed in quick succession, the sound echoing through the room, the heat of his hands branding her skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into the cushions as Patode wasted no time -he gripped the edges of her already torn leggings and yanked, the material splitting apart with a rough, satisfying tear, baring her curvy bottom to his hungry gaze.

 

"Just look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration as he traced the heart-shaped curve of her ass. The very next moment his fingers tangled in the flimsy fabric of her panties, and with one rough yank, he ripped it away, the fabric giving way with a sharp snap. Shipra cried out-half shock, half exhilaration-her body jerking at the sheer wildness of it.

 

"Tell me," Patode demanded, his hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her twitching, needy holes to his hungry gaze. "How much did you miss being my slut?" His fingers brushed over her slick entrance, teasing, taunting, before he plunged two fingers deep inside her with one smooth, ruthless thrust.

 

She trembled uncontrollably, her hips grinding back against his hand with urgent desperation, her body betraying her need before her voice even could. A ragged, broken moan tore from her throat, thick with longing. “Aaaaaahhh… fuckkkk…” she gasped, her breath hitching with every stroke. “Goddamn it, Patode-this-this is what I fucking needed! —this passion, this roughness—I craved it. The last two fucking days have been torturous. I missed your dominance, your control, the way you fucking ruin me. I missed it all. Now fucking do it-I can't take it anymore. Stop the fucking foreplay and ruin me right now-break me, fuck me stupid, I can't take it anymore!" Her words dissolved into a desperate whine as she looked back at him over her shoulder, rolling her hips, presenting herself like the wanton little slut she was.

 

Patode's laugh was dark, triumphant.

 

"Pathetic, isn't it?" He mused as he withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt making Shipra squirm with frustration. With deliberate slowness, he brought them to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste her arousal, savouring the salt-sweet proof of her desperation. A cruel smirk curled his lips as he watched Shipra sprawled on all fours before him-her back arched, her body trembling with anticipation. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, the dampness between her thighs betraying her desperate need.



"That clueless wimp-he doesn't have the faintest idea what a filthy, insatiable whore he married. Lucky for him, I didn't find you sooner....or he'd be raising a bastard child right now. Isn't that right Slut?" A low, taunting laugh escaped him as his fingers began unbuckling his belt with practiced ease, the leather sliding free with a whisper of promise as he stepped back. He coiled the belt around his right hand, letting the excess hang ominously near the floor, the buckle glinting in the dim light. 

"Though you're still fertile and I'd gladly pump a baby in you," he purred, his voice thick with arrogance and lust. "Give your son a little sibling. What do you say, Shipra? Want me to breed you like the bitch you are with this tool?" 

With a rough shove his trousers hit the floor and he fished out his fully erect cock from his snug underwear.

Shipra turned her head sharply, ready to snap back with outrage, but the moment her gaze fell between his legs, the words caught in her throat and her mouth went dry.

There it was—thick, veined, and unapologetically erect—his monstrous cock hanging with a primal weight that made her heart stutter. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, but the sight still hit her like a wave. The memory, the sensation of what it had done to her, the way it had stretched her, filled her, and dragged cries of ecstasy from her lips she didn’t know she was capable of. The blissful pleasure it had made her experience and the satisfaction it had given her after years of mediocre sex. It all came rushing back and left her stunned and trembling with need.

A rush of heat flooded her cheeks as she bit her lower lip, trying to fight the flush spreading down her neck. Her breath hitched; her protest forgotten as her eyes stayed helplessly locked on that throbbing pillar of flesh. Logic receded, her defiance crumbling under the overwhelming pull of desire that clouded her mind and dried her mouth.

"Should I take that stunned silence as a yes, slut?" Patode taunted, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto hers.

"N-No!" Shipra snapped, shaking herself out of the trance. "Don't flatter yourself, you pervert. Just because I've agreed to this... arrangement doesn't mean you own me. Now are we going to fuck, or are you going to keep rambling about your twisted fantasies?"

A dark chuckle rumbled from him, low and venomous. "Hahaha... We'll see about that." The amusement in his voice was a blade wrapped in velvet. "But you seem to be forgetting the dynamics of this relationship... BITCH."

The last word was a whipcrack of its own-a split-second warning before the real strike came.

CRACK!

The belt cut through the air and lashed across her ass with brutal precision.

"AHHHHH-!" 

Shipra's cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered. Her body jerked forward, fingers scrambling against the couch's headrest as if it could anchor her against the onslaught. Tears welled, blurring her vision as the sting radiated in vicious waves, the welt rising angrily against her once-unblemished skin.

She barely had time to gasp before-

CRACK!

Another lash. Just as vicious. Just as merciless. This time, her knees buckled. A broken sob escaped her as she slumped forward, forehead pressing into the cool leather, her entire body trembling. The pain was unbearable -each throb a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

Yet beneath the agony, something else simmered.

Arrousal. Humiliation. Submission.

"Not even an hour since you landed in Ambruj, and here you are. Already stripped naked, on your knees, begging another man to fuck your slutty cunt. You think you are in any position to make demands," he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble. "You're just a cock-hungry little bitch who can't keep her legs closed. You may play boss at the office, but here? You're mine. My fucktoy. My whore."

Patode stepped forward and leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll take you whenever, wherever, and however I please. And if you ever forget that again..."

His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "...I'll be happy to remind you again."

 
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[Umavictor32]

"Though you're still fertile and I'd gladly pump a baby in you," he purred, his voice thick with arrogance and lust. "Give your son a little sibling. What do you say, Shipra? Want me to breed you like the bitch you are with this tool?" 

"Should I take that stunned silence as a yes, slut?" Patode taunted, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto hers.

"N-No!" Shipra snapped, shaking herself out of the trance. "Don't flatter yourself, you pervert. Just because I've agreed to this..

Brilliant part in this story....shipra character is portrayed well in this part...brilliant psychology played here to know know what shipra current status is...

[Umavictor32]

When is the next post bro?

[longindian_axe]

you left us gasping for more..