Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[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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"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..

[eslx1212]

Could be GIF and uploading issue.

[LustyLeo]

She deserve the treatment of whore. Very good.

[Suraj76626]

Coming up in half an hour... Was making some chat pics

[Umavictor32]

Coming up in half an hour... Was making some chat pics

Tell u upfront... Today's update till now i would say... It is blast... I am not saying it just becoz of the sex scene involved in it... It is good because we can more emotions in it

[Suraj76626]

Continued from the last post....

 

“Everyone, this is Namrata. She’s our new team member,” announced the supervisor as she led Namrata into the open workspace. The team, comprised of six members seated around their desks, looked up with interest.

 

“Hi, Namrata!” they chimed in unison, each greeting her with warm smiles and introducing themselves, offering friendly handshakes and welcoming glances.

 

“She’s an experienced AI/ML engineer and will be working closely with us on our upcoming project,” the supervisor continued. “Please take some time to get to know her and bring her up to speed on the current progress. Also, she’s new in town—just moved to Mumbai—so if anyone can help her find a place to stay, that would be greatly appreciated.”

 

The supervisor glanced at Namrata with a nod and a reassuring smile. “Once again, welcome to the company, Namrata. I’m off to a meeting, but we’ll catch up soon.”

 

With that, she exited the room, leaving Namrata amidst her new colleagues.

 

“So, where are you from, Namrata?” one of the team members asked, stepping forward.

 

Namrata turned to see a young woman with expressive eyes and a confident smile.

 

“I’m from Pune,” she replied cheerfully.

 

“I’m Nivedita,” the woman said, offering her hand. “I’m a local. Born and raised in Mumbai.”

 

“Nice to meet you,” Namrata said, shaking her hand warmly.

 

Nivedita tilted her head thoughtfully. “Actually, I might be able to help you with the apartment situation. A friend of mine is looking for a roommate. She stays just a few blocks from here, and it’s a pretty decent place—well-furnished, affordable, safe, and not too far from the office.”

 

Namrata’s eyes lit up. “That sounds perfect! Mumbai rents are a nightmare, and I’d love something close by. Do you think I could take a look at it this evening?”

 

“Of course!” Nivedita grinned. “We’ll go after work. I’ll call her and let her know we’re dropping by.”

 

Namrata’s smile grew wider. “Thank you so much, Nivedita. That really means a lot.”

 

“Oh, don’t mention it,” Nivedita said with a playful wink. “Honestly, you’re doing me a favor. Now I’ve got a legit excuse to escape the late hours for once!”

 

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sounds in the hall was those of the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin and the choked, guttural noises spilling from Shipra's throat.

 

Patode loomed over her, his hands resting on the armrest of the couch, forcing Shipra to take every inch of him as he pistoned his hips forward with brutal precision. The leather belt around his neck swayed with each thrust. His muscles strained, his thighs flexing as he spread his feet wider, anchoring himself to fuck her face with the kind of dominance that left no room for hesitation.

 

"Ohhh yes-" His groan was deep, ragged, dripping with filthy satisfaction as he watched her struggle. Shipra's body was a mess of quivering submission beneath him-her back pressed against the base of the couch, her legs splayed open, her swollen breasts bouncing with every unforgiving push. The mangalsutra around her neck swung wildly, the gold beads clicking together, a mocking contrast to the obscene way she gagged around him.

 

"Fuckkk, Shipra-" He grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back to meet his darkened gaze. "I've had plenty of women, but none of them could take it like this. None of them could deepthroat my dick as good as you." A cruel smirk curled his lips as he shoved deeper, relishing the way her throat fluttered around him, the way tears welled in her eyes but she didn't pull away.

 

Her fingers clawed at his thighs, nails biting into flesh, but whether it was a plea for mercy or encouragement, even she didn't know. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, her chest heaving between rough breaths as he used her mouth like it was his alone to claim.

 

"Not so fiesty with that bold mouth of yours now, are we, Shipra?" Patode's voice was a low, mocking purr as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. A derisive smirk twisted his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. His free hand trailed down her body with deliberate slowness, fingers skimming over her skin before closing roughly around her breast. He gave it a firm squeeze, then rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching hard enough to make her gasp and tremble beneath his touch. The sound she made—half whimper, half moan—only emboldened him.

 

"But you love this, don't you?" he snarled, the pace of his hips increasing, slamming into her with rough, claiming thrusts. "Being handled so roughly, taken so wildly and used like a fucktoy, isn't?"

 

Shipra sobbed out a moan, her body rocking with every thrust. The roughness, the lewdness of the act, the sheer humiliation of his words turning her on even more. Her pussy dripped with uncontrolled arousal, every inch of her open, eager, begging for more.

 

"That useless hubby of yours thinks his gentle romantic love-making is enough for you. That his soft, clumsy attemps in bed can satisfy a slut like you who needs to be fucked like an animal?" Patode continued, a harsh laugh escaping him as he watched her face contort- pleasure and shame warring in her expression. His grip tightened in her hair, yanking her head back. “He has no idea that his doted wife has chosen another man to satisfy her physical needs and is going to be his slut, doing all kind of nasty stuff behind his back."

 

Then, with a brutal shift, he planted his right foot on the couch behind her, tilting her head at an even more unforgiving angle. "Open wider," he commanded, though she was already stretched to the limit.

 

And then he shoved.

 

One hard, unrelenting thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep in her throat. Her body jerked, a muffled gag tearing from her, tears finally spilling over as her lungs screamed for air.

 

But he didn't let up.

 

"That's it." he groaned, fingers tightening in her hair, "Take it. Every fucking inch of this cock you craved so desperately."

 

He held her there, locked in that suffocating embrace, his hips grinding forward to savor the tight, wet heat of her throat. Seconds stretched into an eternity as Shipra trembled beneath him, her gagging growing more frantic, her hands slapping weakly against his thighs in surrender.

 

"Had enough, bitch?" Patode hissed, unmoved by her silent pleas. He stayed buried inside her for a few more torturous seconds, watching the way her lashes fluttered, the way her chest heaved in futile struggle -until, with a wet, obscene pop, he finally pulled free.

 

"Coughhh-! Coughhh-!"

 

Shipra collapsed forward onto her elbows, gasping, choking, her body wracked with coughs as she fought to drag air back into her starved lungs. Strings of saliva and his precum dripped from her swollen lips, her entire frame shaking with the aftershocks of suffocation.

 

When she finally managed to lift her head, her gaze was fiery-defiant. But then, slowly, her lips curled into a smirk, a triumphant, slutty glare.

 

"D... Don't act so full of yourself...you perverted bastard," she rasped, her voice raw but laced with amusement. She rose back onto her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I almost made you cum."

 

Patode let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head in amusement and equal parts disbelief.

 

Shipra's smirk widened, her chest still rising and falling unevenly. "Do you need a break, Patode?" she teased, her voice a sultry taunt, laced with challenge.

 

His response was instantaneous and animalistic.

 

A strong hand snapped up, fingers coiling around the delicate column of her throat, pulling her in until their bodies collided—her swollen, glistening breasts crushed against the unyielding wall of his chest. He tilted her head back just enough to force her gaze to his, his grip firm, possessive. A silent reminder.  

 

"Oh, you horny little bitch," he murmured, his voice a rough caress, thick with dark promise. "We’re just getting started."

 

The words were barely out before he claimed her mouth in a searing, brutal kiss—all teeth and dominance, his tongue sweeping in to conquer hers.  

 

Shipra moaned into him, her arms winding around his neck as she arched closer. Without breaking the kiss, she hooked her legs around his waist in one fluid motion, leaping up just enough to force him to catch her. His hands locked under her thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass, holding her aloft with effortless strength.  

 

The heat between them was unbearable. Consuming.  

 

And neither had any intention of stopping.

 

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“So, what does this friend of yours do?” Namrata asked as she followed Nivedita up the narrow staircase of the old residential building. Her voice echoed slightly in the stairwell, mingling with the distant hum of city life outside.

 

“She works as a manager at a private bank nearby,” Nivedita replied, glancing over her shoulder. Her tone was light and enthusiastic. “We met through a mutual friend a couple of years ago and just hit it off from the start. She’s a bit reserved at first—quiet, observant—but once you get to know her, she’s really quite fun. Quirky in her own way. I think you two will get along great.”

 

“I hope so,” Namrata said thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the stairwell walls, noting the faded paint and framed nameplates of the various tenants. The building had a certain lived-in charm, aged but well-kept.

 

As they reached the fourth floor, Nivedita paused in front of a wooden door. She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks tinged pink from the climb. “Phew, here we are,” she said, pressing the doorbell. Then, glancing at Namrata, she added with a chuckle, “You’re quite fit, Namrata. I’m gasping after four flights, and you look like you just stepped out of a cab.”

 

Namrata smiled modestly. “I exercise regularly. I don’t mind a few stairs—actually prefer them to elevators most days.”

 

Before Nivedita could respond, there was a click of the lock, and the door creaked open. A young woman with shoulder-length hair, dressed in a casual T-shirt and shorts, stood in the doorway. Her eyes lit up when she saw Nivedita.

 

“Hey girl! How have you been?” Nivedita exclaimed, throwing her arms open for a hug. The two friends embraced warmly, clearly comfortable with each other.

 

“I’ve been good,” the woman replied, her smile warm and genuine. Her eyes then shifted to Namrata.

 

“And this,” Nivedita said, stepping aside and gesturing toward Namrata, “is your maybe-soon-to-be roommate—Namrata, I told you over the phone about. I really hope you two hit it off.”

 

“Hi, Namrata, I am Rakhi,” she said, extending a hand in a welcoming gesture as she stepped back to let them in. “It’s nice to meet you. Come on in, make yourself at home."

 

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"Who's the one needing a break now, you filthy, teasing slut?" Patode roared, his voice a breathless snarl laced with raw lust and the sting of Shipra’s earlier provocations. Each word dripping with dominance as he drove into Shipra's from behind with a relentless force, pounding into her drenched, trembling cunt with deep, body-breaking thrusts that made her whimper and shudder beneath him.

 

Shipra's torso was pushed into the bed, with the crushing weight of Patode's right leg planted heavily on her head, leaving her no room to squirm, no chance to escape, her breath hitching with every brutal drive of his hips.

 

Patode's hands were gripping her hips like iron clamps, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Every plunge his hip took was a brutal reminder of his control-each deep, unforgiving stroke burying his monstrous cock to the hilt, stretching her dripping cunt to its limits. The lewd slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, a relentless rhythm that matched the harsh panting escaping his lips.

 

His left leg was braced firmly beside her knee, supporting his bulky frame as he loomed over her like a predator claiming its prey. But it was his right foot-planted squarely on the back of her head-that sealed her submission, grinding her face into the sheets with humiliating force. The pressure was unyielding, a silent command that screamed louder than words: Know your place as a slut.

 

Shipra's whimpers were muffled against the mattress, her body jolting with every savage thrust. There was no tenderness here, no mercy-only the raw, primal assertion of his ownership. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight as Patode fucked her with a pace that bordered on cruel.

 

This wild, submissive ravaging Shipra was enduring now was merely the latest in a string of soul-shattering rounds of sex that had unfolded throughout the evening. From the moment she’d stepped foot inside Patode’s place, the air between them had crackled with an animalistic hunger, the kind that neither of them cared to tame.

 

He had taken her standing in the hall, lifting her effortlessly and impaling her onto his cock while she clung to him like a ragdoll, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She’d bounced on him, breathless and begging, her moans echoing off the walls as he drove up into her with rough, punishing strokes.

 

Then he'd bent her over the living room couch, gripping her waist and hammering into her from behind, her cries muffled in the cushions as his thrusts got longer, harder, deeper—leaving her legs shaking and slickness dripping down her thighs.

 

He hadn’t spared her in the bedroom either. On the soft comfort of the bed, he had taken her in classic missionary, his hips a blur, his hands pinning her wrists down as he pounded into her senseless, their mouths crashing together in kisses that were more bite than affection.

 

Each round had been short but raw and filled with an intoxicating blend of roughness, humiliation, domination, and shameless passion—unapologetic, unfiltered, and wild. It was the kind of feral energy that only came from two people equally starved for each other. And every single time, Shipra had cum—screaming, shaking, drenched in sweat and satisfaction. Again. And again. And again.

 

Now, as Patode ravaged her once more, her body on the edge of exhaustion and bliss, she felt another orgasm building fast—hot and furious, surging through her like a tidal wave. Her legs began to tremble, her back arched involuntarily, and her breath came in ragged gasps as the pleasure coiled tight in her belly, ready to explode.

 

Her knees buckled under Patode’s heavy weight, and she slumped forward, barely conscious of anything but the searing ecstasy pulsing through her. Her body was numb, her mind hazy, as the release tore through her in a mind-numbing wave.

 

“Ohhhhh godddddddd!” she moaned, voice cracking with intensity. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m cummmingggg again, Patode… fuckkkk… unnnnghhhhhh!” Her cries turned into shrieks, pleasure-blinded and trembling violently beneath him.

 

Patode, still buried balls-deep inside her quivering pussy, felt her clamp down hard around him—tight, pulsing, drenched. The spasms of her climax pushed him right to the edge.

 

His breath caught, hips jerking forward with brutal force. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum too, slut," he growled, every word thick with lust. “And I'm gonna shoot my load deep inside that greedy little cunt of yours."

 

“Nooo—not inside Patode” Shipra cried as she tried to escape his clutches, weakly shaking her head and wriggling her exhausted body with everything she had, but her voice was nothing more than a breathy protest drowned in pleasure and her body too weak and limp to escape. Her mind was wiped clean by orgasm, unable to resist or move. All she could do was to lie there—open, throbbing, ready.

 

“Too late, bitch,” Patode snarled with a wicked smirk.

 

With one final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. His cock twitched violently, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her spasming core. His smirk twisted into a guttural moan as his hips stuttered, grinding out every last ounce of pleasure with messy, aching need. "Ohhhhh yesssss-" he groaned, his body convulsing as he emptied himself completely, flooding her womb with a load that felt endless—warm, sticky, claiming.

 

Shipra could feel it-the heat, the sheer volume of it-spilling into her, filling her until it began to seep out around his still-throbbing length.

 

After a few long seconds, Patode collapsed on top of Shipra’s sweat-slicked back, both of them panting, bodies slick with heat and satisfaction. Slowly, he slid off her and withdrew, his cock slipping out with a wet pop.

 

Between her thighs, Shipra’s used cunt gaped open, twitching, leaking his thick cum in slow, obscene trails that trickled across her inner thighs and stained the sheets beneath her.

 

It was messy, primal, and utterly perfect.

 

She was wrecked completely. Totally ruined at the hands of another man. Yet a slow, contented smile curled the corners of her lips. Not one of giddy happiness, but of deep, soul-drunk satisfaction—the kind that came only when every ounce of desire had been poured out and answered. Her eyes fluttered shut as a wave of warmth washed over her, not just from the physical release, but from the raw intimacy of being pushed to her limits and held there.

 

There was no shame, no hesitation, no regret. Only that quiet, powerful stillness that followed a storm—a moment of pure surrender and fulfilment.

 

And in that moment, as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat steadied, Shipra let herself drift—floating in the soft, glowing haze of pleasure, her body marked, her spirit full.

 

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Ping!

 

The sharp chime of a notification sliced through the quiet of the room, and the soft glow of Toppo’s phone lit up the dark space. He snatched it up immediately, almost too fast—as if he'd been holding his breath, waiting for this moment.

 

Lounging on his plush couch in front of a massive 65-inch OLED screen, the only light around him came from the device in his hands and the anticipation in his eyes. The moment he saw who the message was from, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.

 

Patode.

 

Toppo’s heart kicked up a beat. His fingers trembled slightly—not with nervousness, but with barely-contained excitement. As though on instinct, his hand slipped beneath the loose folds of his robe, pulling free his already aching, rock-hard cock. He had been hard for a while, his mind consumed with expectation. Now, with confirmation in hand, he wasted no time.

 

He read the message once. Then again. And again. Each word, each photo from Patode stoked the fire burning inside him, and as he began to stroke himself with slow, deliberate pulls, his thumb moved deftly, replying to Patode with a short message—grateful, eager, obsessed.

  

 

After going through all the pics in utmost detail, he tapped the video file attached to the message and cast it to the smart TV. The giant screen came to life in the dim room, bathing the walls in flickering light and the unmistakable sounds of raw, unfiltered sex.

 

Shipra’s voice rang out first—a mix of high-pitched moans and helpless whimpers. Then came Patode’s deep, guttural groans, dominating the soundscape as the visuals showed her body being used, taken, overwhelmed. It was visceral. Animalistic. Beautiful in its brutality.

 

Toppo’s eyes widened, pupils dilating as the video played on. His hand worked faster now, more urgent, more desperate, the slap of skin against skin from the video mixing with the wet sounds of his own furious stroking.

 

He leaned forward slightly, his voice barely above a whisper—but thick with venomous lust and the promise of vengeance.

 

“Just two more weeks, Alok,” he hissed, eyes locked on the screen. “And you’ll have your own video to watch. Like this one, it’ll be your loyal, devoted little wife in the frame… on her back, legs spread, moaning my name while I fuck her slutty little cunt raw.”

 

A groan escaped his throat, rough and depraved, as he pumped his shaft harder, consumed by the vision in front of him and the twisted fantasy that burned so vividly in his mind.

 

His breath quickened. His muscles tensed. And still, his eyes never left the screen.

 

He could practically taste his revenge, and it was intoxicating—dark, delicious, and utterly satisfying.

 

End of Chapter 34: Embracing the Forbidden 

[Umavictor32]

Brilliant update
One suggestion...
Make shipra speak more submissively suraj...
This time u made her say ruin me
I wish she shd speak more dirty.. But putting cum inside her pussy was real blast... Anyway now she has to run to get ipill.... Hahaha... Superb

[vikas kumar]

Waiting for toppo and shipra love

[eslx1212]

A really scorching update. I thought we had seen the last of Namrata but she's there with two newly introduced characters. Obviously she's going to play her game with them too.

Patode's humiliating taunts are getting a bit repetitive. Shipra is his slut now but she's not entirely submissive. His humiliating remarks only provoke her to snap out and rebuke him, as it happened once in this chapter. His method is not really helping him to make her submissive.

Looks like the forthcoming chapters are going to contain explosive sex involving Shipra and Patode, Salim and Toppo.

[masochist]

Next destination is her ass!

[qazmlp]

Brilliant update
One suggestion...
Make shipra speak more submissively suraj...
This time u made her say ruin me
I wish she shd speak more dirty.. But putting cum inside her pussy was real blast... Anyway now she has to run to get ipill.... Hahaha... Superb

Good point,she must begin to speak n act more submissively now,atleast when around Patode.

[jroy1984]

Beautiful update... Despite having condoms in her bag, shipra didn't ask Patode to use one. It's not far when she would destroy the condoms by herself..

[xboard1986]

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