Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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[Suraj76626]

Chapter 36: Part II


"Aahhh....mo...more...Ungghhhh...Deeper... yeahhhh....ohhhh...yes.."

 

While world outside the car was a smeared painting of passing streetlights and indistinct shadows, the inside of the dark cabin of the car, the universe had collapsed to the space between Shipra and Patode. The only constants were the low hum of the engine and Shipra's broken, breathless sounds.

 

A soft, leather-scented heat filled the cabin. Shipra was arched back against the passenger seat, which had been reclined into a desperate approximation of a bed. The elegant folds of her silk saree were in disarray, the pallu slipped from her shoulder and the main dbang bunched in a vibrant, crumpled pool around her waist, exposing the delicate skin of her trembling thighs and and the slick, pulsing heat between them, relentlessly pleasured by Patode’s thick, expert fingers

 

"O-oh god.." A shuddering exhalation, barely a whisper escaped Shipra's lips as another wave of sensation crashed over her. Her head turned restlessly on the headrest, her eyes squeezed shut, long dark lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Her own hands clutched at nothing, fingers twisting into the cool leather of the seat, anchoring her as he swept her toward a precipice of pure, mindless ecstasy.

 

Patode's shadow fell over her, his presence an intoxicating blend of focus and raw need. While he controlled the stearing with his right hand, his left hand was buried between Shipra's thighs. His thumb circled the sensitive, swollen clit with a relentless, knowing rhythm, while two thick fingers delved deep into her wet, oozing cunt.

 

A fresh, sharp gasp escaped her as he crooked his fingers just so, hitting a spot that made her entire body jolt. "Fuckkkkkk....Where... are you... hmmmm... taking me...?" she managed, the question not only one of geography, but also of sensation. It was a plea and a surrender, her mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent thought.

 

The answer was another slow, deliberate curl of his fingers, a promise and a claim that made her ass bow off the seat trying to fill her itching love hole deeper and fuller. A low, guttural moan, "Unggggghhhhh...Oh god... Patode..." was torn from her throat. He was taking her to the very edge of herself, to a place where only his name existed, a mantra of pleasure and surrender choked out between her moans.

 

A cunning smile played on Patode's lips as he watched her come undone beneath his touch.He could feel the building tremor in her thighs, hear the sharp, pleading gasp that meant she was seconds away. And with a deliberate, teasing slowness, he slipped his fingers away, denying the climax she so desperately sought.

 

A frustrated cry tore from Shipra’s lips. "No... please, Patode," she begged, her voice strained.

 

She pushed herself up slowly on the seat, her expression a turbulent mix of raw need and profound disappointment. Her chest, sheathed in a thin white bra, rose and fell with her heavy breaths. The fabric was damp with sweat, strained taut by the weight of her heavy swollen breasts, and her hardened nipples pressed against the material, undeniable proof of the arousal that had been building for hours. 

 

It had started with his oral onslaught on her in the quiet of her office, a brazen beginning to this relentless evening. That was followed by what felt like an eternity of his torturous, fingering in the semi-darkness of the car, all while he drove them to some mysterious location. He had promised her a surprise, a night of new and thrilling experiences, but so far, the greatest thrill seemed to be his own controlled delay of her pleasure.

 

"Haha... I do love this desperation of yours, Shipra," Patode chuckled with his signature cocky smirk which Shipra was very familiar with, his dark velvety voice a cocktail of amusement and condescension. His eyes, glinting with predatory delight, roamed over her disheveled form before turning his attention back to the road.

 

The entire evening, Patode had been toying with her—pushing her, keeping her right at the edge but never letting her a release. It felt deliberate, almost as if he were winding her up for something wickedly scandalous.

 

Keeping his eyes on the road, he continued, "You know, denying you release really brings out that filthy little slut hiding underneath, doesn't it?" His voice dropped lower, rough with amusement. He glanced at her again, catching the mix of frustration and unspoken hunger burning in her eyes-a look that only seemed to feed his arrogance further.

 

Shipra didn't bother to adjust her saree or her paloo. She just rose up on the seat, her eyes filled with unquenched lust and body trembling with need. She leaned towards the driver's seat and quickly grabbed Patode's hard on above his trousers. "I am not the only one desperate here you cocky bastard," Shipra sneared as she whispered into Patode's ears his hand rubbing the entire length of his cock. "I can sense you can't hold yourself much longer either Patode. This thick meat of yours is really begging for some attention. You better hurry up with your surprise or I'll make you soil your pants right here," Shipra continued as she seductively unzipped his trouser and fished out is Patode's monstrous cock which was already oozing with pre cum. 

 

"Be patient my little minx," Patode replied, his voice was a low, possessive rumble. "We will be there shortly." His fingers, which had been tracing idle patterns on her shoulder, stilled. He turned to her momentarily and continued, "And with what I have in store for you there, you'll be experiencing the most soul satisfying orgasm, even notch higher than the one I wrung out of you the night I fucked you out in the open porch of my house. You remember that, don't you?" 

 

The memory, vivid and unbidden, sent a flush of heat across her skin. But before the feeling could fully form, his hand snapped up, tangling brutally in her hair and with a hard, deliberate push he shoved her head down towards his crotch. Her body moved instinctively, her lips parting just as the thick, musky head of his cock pressed against them. She took him in, the familiar taste of salt and power flooding her senses as he filled her mouth, pushing deep into her throat until her body convulsed with gag.




"And don't you forget your place, you horny, cheating bitch," he hissed, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. He held her there, immobile, her air cut off, her world narrowing to the suffocating thickness in her throat and the pressure of his hand. Spots danced behind her closed eyelids. "I am not like your lousy husband who ejaculates prematurely without satisfying his women," he spat the word out like a poison. 

 

He released his grip just enough for her to gasp a ragged, choking breath, the air burning its way back into her lungs. Her eyes, wet with reflexive tears, met his for a fleeting second before he guided her head back onto him, this time establishing a ruthless, rhythmic pace.

 

"Now," he commanded, his tone shifting to one of condescending authority. "Be a obedient little slut and get your favourite cock ready for the main event. That desperate cunt of yours won't be pacified until it's stuffed full and thoroughly ravaged by this monster dick of mine. Isn't that right?"

 

Releasing the grip from her hair Patode's hand slid down the curve of her spine to the full, protruding swell of her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh, possessively at first, then delivered a sharp, stinging spank that echoed in the close confines of the car. A sharp, muffled cry escaped her-a sound tangled equally in protest and pure, unadulterated pleasure. Driven by a hunger that shamed and exhilarated her, she began to move her head with a renewed, desperate energy, devouring his cock with the frantic devotion.



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“You seem to be quite relaxed today,” Vikrant’s familiar, slightly gravelly voice broke through the hum of the video call. He leaned closer to his screen, studying her. She looked different—softer somehow—far removed from the tense, restless officer he had been speaking to over the past few days. “Let me guess—a breakthrough in Saad’s case? Or did you make some progress on your… personal cause?” 

 

Shrutika chuckled lightly, the sound carrying a tinge of fatigue yet undeniable relief. “I wouldn’t call it a breakthrough exactly,” she said, propping her chin on her forearm as she lay sprawled on her stomach across the hotel bed. Her phone was angled perfectly in front of her face, catching the messy elegance of her loose hair. A few strands brushed against her cheeks, and though she wore no makeup, there was a natural glow in her skin—a mixture of exhaustion and quiet satisfaction. “But yes,” she added with a bright, almost girlish smile, “I did make some progress—on both fronts.”

 

Vikrant leaned back into his recliner, a grin spreading across his face. “See? I told you. It was only a matter of time before you found your footing. You’ll crack this case soon—and maybe fulfill the real reason you took this posting, too.”

 

“I’m starting to get used to the field work. The pressure,” Shrutika mused, her gaze drifting for a moment. “The lead I found today… it feels significant. And today... well, something happened that makes me think this case is more connected to my own mission than I ever realized.”

 

“Now that would be a real bonus,” Vikrant said, his tone warm but curious. “So what happened today that gave you that feeling? Care to elaborate?”

 

For the next several minutes, Shrutika unfolded the day’s events—layer by layer, moment by moment. She spoke with excitement, her hands occasionally shaping the air; she paused for dramatic effect, her voice dipping low; and at times, a flicker of anger sharpened her tone. Vikrant listened intently, interjecting with thoughtful questions and insights of his own.

 

“And finally,” she said, drawing in a deep breath before exhaling dramatically, “for once, I didn’t get grilled by the DGP when I reported my progress.” She laughed, holding up her phone and flipping onto her back, the camera angle changing to give Vikrant an aerial view of her face. “That was the biggest relief.”

 

"So what’s next? With your experience in the cyber cell, it shouldn’t be too hard to track down this Bhiva fellow, I suppose," Vikrant asked, his voice carrying that familiar mix of curiosity and admiration.

 

"Well, it’s not that simple," Shrutika replied, her tone measured, thoughtful. "These new-age criminals are clever — they know every trick in the book to stay off the grid. But with a few favors from my old contacts in the cyber cell, I’ll get a lead soon enough. In the meantime, I’ll focus on my personal mission too… especially now that I’ve got some lucky links."

 

"You mean unlucky links," Vikrant corrected with a small, knowing smirk.

 

"Yeah… unfortunately," Shrutika murmured, her voice dipping lower, a hint of regret lacing her words. "If I want to get what I’m after, some people are bound to get hurt."

 

"There’s always collateral damage, Shruti. You can’t save everyone," Vikrant said gently, then, sensing the shift in her mood, his tone lightened, teasing. "But you can help your loving husband. I wouldn’t mind being your lucky one tonight… especially if you ditched that baggy t-shirt and gave me a peek at that sexy officer’s body of yours." He winked, mischief in his eyes.

 

Shrutika’s lips curved into a playful smile. "Ohhh… you mean like this?"





In one fluid motion, she sat up on the bed, adjusted her hair, and pulled her oversized t-shirt slightly upward — just enough to reveal her toned stomach, the smooth curve of her thighs, and a tantalizing glimpse of her panties. She switched to back camera and pointed it towards the mirror. The reflection in the mirror looked bold yet effortless.

 

She leaned back, heart fluttering as she waited for Vikrant’s reaction — the rush of mischief and heat mingling deliciously in her chest.

 

His reply was almost instantaneous. "A promising start, Officer. But I think you can do… better."

 

A slow, knowing smile curved across her lips as she rolled smoothly onto her stomach again, her movements unhurried and feline. With a graceful lift of her torso and a subtle arch in her back, she brought the phone up, switching to selfie mode.

 

She angled her head, letting her hair tumble to one side, the camera catching the delicate pout of her lips and the flutter of her lashes. Her expression was a blend of playful innocence and unmistakable temptation — the kind she knew always made Vikrant’s breath hitch for a moment.

 

This time, though, the angle was deliberately framed to capture the perfect curve of her round, supple ass, barely covered by a flimsy strip of light-purple thong which did more to accentuate her sensuality than conceal it.




"Better?" she questioned, a playful spark in her eyes as she bit her lower lip. She knew her husband too well — knew how his mind would trip over itself the moment he saw this sexy pose. He adored every inch of her, but her ass, that curve, that softness… it was his weakness. And she enjoyed every second of holding that power over him.

 

"Fuck, Shruti... I really miss that delicious ass of yours," Vikrant responded, his voice becoming heavy with lust. "Why don't you lose the thong and give me a close-up, babe," he pleaded, his hand rubbing his quickly hardening cock over his boxers.

 

Shrutika arched a brow, her hips swaying just enough to make her point as she teased, “I don’t mind losing the thong, dear hubby… but I’ve ordered food. The waiter might knock on the door any moment. You want me to be naked when he comes?" Shrutika teased, shaking her ass a little, her voice laced with a mix of mischief and challenge.

 

"I don't mind, unless you keep the video feed on," Vikrant spoke cockily winking at Shrutika, fully aware she wouldn’t dare cross that line—yet still daring her to.

 

“Oh, really?” Shrutika brought the phone closer, her face filling the frame with a slow, seductive smile. “So you wouldn’t mind if I flirted with other men? Maybe led them on a little?”

 

“Why would I?” Vikrant shrugged as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “It’s not a crime to have a little fun to spice things up. And now that you’re out doing fieldwork, you might have to use your feminine side when force doesn’t work.” He delivered the line casually, but his eyes watched her carefully, knowing well the kind of spark it would ignite.

 

“Yeah, like your secretary, you mean,” Shrutika said, giving Vikrant a stern look, her tone a mix of jealousy and accusation. “I know why that bitch keeps flirting with you—always wearing deep-neck blouses and tight leggings to keep you entertained and stop you from transferring her. Isn’t that right?”

 

"Shruti dear..." Vikrant sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Everyone has their own motives and agenda. Yes, she dresses to impress. But that doesn't make her incompetent. She knows how to get things done in her favour. Using femininity isn't wrong in itself. That's all I'm saying." His tone shifted from playful to firm, as if he were trying to steer the conversation back to reason.

 

"I know but I am in a totally different situation, Vikrant," she countered sharply. "I'm not dealing with educated white collor men. I'm dealing with cunning criminals, power-hungry politicians, and men who don't understand boundaries. They see flirtation as consent. They mistake confidence for invitation." She paused, her voice softer but edged with fear she rarely expressed. "I understand using my femininity can get things done but what if I try to use my charm to push something through... and lose control of the situation? What if I get trapped?"

 

“It’s just a suggestion, Shruti. I’m not saying you should resort to those tactics,” Vikrant replied gently, sensing the anxiety behind her words. “You’re smart enough to navigate things without getting your hands dirty. I believe that.”

 

He took a breath, choosing his next words carefully. “But having said that… you got yourself transferred there for a reason. And you yourself told me you’re willing to go to any extent to reach your goal. Sometimes that might mean sacrificing a bit of your self-esteem, losing a little control, or compromising on certain values.”

 

His voice softened with sincerity. “All I’m trying to say is—I support you in whatever decision you take. If I were in your place, I wouldn’t leave any stone unturned to achieve my objective.”

 

"Hmmm," Shrutika nodded pondering a little on Vikrant's point of view. "I get your point Vikrant and I stand with what I said. I am here on a mission and I'll got to any extend to ensure it's a success. If it comes to sacrificing my ethics or using my femininity to play dirty I'll resort to that too. Thanks for clearing your stand on it Vikrant. It's quite a relief knowing you'll understand and support my decisions." Shrutika face lightened up again with a soft smile.

 

“Always, my love,” Vikrant murmured, a slow smile curving across his lips as the familiar glint of mischief flickered back into his eyes. He leaned a little closer to the camera, voice dipping into that teasing, “Now… where were we? If I remember correctly, I was just about to get an unrestricted view of my gorgeous wife’s sexy ass—and maybe a lot more. What do you say, babes?”

 

Shrutika felt the heat rising in her cheeks, the playful arrogance in his tone sending a flutter down her spine. She was just about to give him a matching smirk, maybe even turn around and let him see exactly what he was asking for, when—

 

Ding-dong.

 

The sudden chime of the doorbell sliced through the moment.

 

"I think the food is here," Shrutika murmured as the doorbell chimed again. She glanced back at the screen, catching her own reflection for a second before biting her lower lip-half in excitement, half in mischief.

 

A slow, playful grin tugged at her lips. "Maybe I'll test my flirting skills on the cute waiter," she teased, tilting her head just enough to let her hair fall over one shoulder.

 

Before Vikrant could get a word in, she held up a finger, eyes glimmering. "Stay quiet, mister. Let's see if you can actually handle what you were suggesting earlier."

 

She flipped to the back camera and set the phone on the bedside table, angling it precisely toward the hotel door so Vikrant wouldn't miss a second. His breath caught-she could almost feel it through the screen.

 

On her way to the door she cautiously tugged at the hem of her long T-shirt, making sure it fell low enough to keep her modest. It covered what it needed to, but her long, toned legs remained completely bare—smooth, elegant, impossible not to notice. The thought of a stranger catching even a fleeting glimpse of her like this sent a shiver of heat up her spine.

 

The air in the room shifted-anticipation, tension, a hint of defiance. Vikrant watched from the screen, breath tightening as the moment unfolded. Something in the way she stood—half shy, half daring—made his heartbeat kick up, a rush of excitement pulsing through him. He shifted slightly where he sat, unable to look away.

 

As Shrutika tiptoed towards the door, a warm, nervous rush spread through her body—an unfamiliar blend of fear, thrill, and a curiosity she hadn’t expected to feel so intensely. Reaching the door, she paused briefly. She drew in a steadying breath, then glanced over her shoulder toward the camera-silent acknowledgment to Vikrant.

I’m doing this.

 

Her fingers found the latch, and the quiet click of the lock echoed sharply in the still room before she slowly pulled the door open.

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"Why are we stopping here?" Shipra's voice was thick, groggy, laced with the daze of single-minded concentration. She raised her head slowly, the slick, salty taste of him lingering on her lips as she gave her aching jaw a moment's respite. The dim, ambient light of the deserted street filtered through the windows, illuminating the intimate, shadowed space of the car's interior.

 

The car's sudden halt had interrupted Shipra's desperate attempt to make Patode cum, but her lingering sexual hunger and lust compelled her to continue pleasing him as her hand remained wrapped around his hard, heated shaft, stroking with a slow, persistent promise.

 

She blinked, trying to make out their surroundings through the fogged glass. They were parked on a desolate, rain-slicked street, the amber glow of a solitary streetlamp casting long, distorted shadows. The buildings were dark, anonymous silhouettes against the night sky.

 

Patode let out a low, contented sigh, the sound rumbling through his chest. He leaned back against the driver's seat, the leather creaking softly with his movement. A wave of exhaustion, born of pure, sustained pleasure, washed over him, but his eyes were alert, gleaming with a cunning, possessive light. He looked down at her, at the perfect picture of debauched devotion she made between his legs.

 

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "That," he said, his voice a husky murmur that seemed to vibrate in the quiet car, "is because this place is tonight's surprise, my cock-hungry slut."

 

Shipra’s movements gradually stilled, her lips parting as a puzzled expression spread across her face. She blinked, brows knitting together. “I don’t understand… what surprise? There’s nothing here.”

 

Pushing herself up from Patode’s lap, she straightened her posture and glanced outside, her hair tousled and her breathing still uneven. But the view offered no answers—only confusion.

 

All she could see were distant patches of farmland, a handful of shuttered shopfronts with their corrugated doors pulled down, and a lonely stretch of dimly lit road that looked almost abandoned. A couple of stray dogs trotted lazily across the far end, their silhouettes briefly illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. The whole place felt like a small village market that had shut down long before the two of them arrived—silent, empty, and eerily still.

 

Patode had pulled the car into a narrow side alley just off the main road, tucked away between two darkened buildings. Shipra looked around again, her confusion deepening as she tried to understand what he found so special about this forgotten corner of nowhere.

 

But the subtle, knowing gleam in Patode’s eyes told her that the nothingness she saw… was exactly the point.

 

"Isn't it obvious, Shipra?" Patode leaned forward, his voice a low, arrogant whisper. "Tonight, this place is our playground, and you are going to get fucked by me. Right here." His words didn't just hang in the air; they coiled there, a brutal promise that stripped away all pretense of civility.

 

"Here in the open. In the middle of a public place where any passing drunkard, any beggar, any horny village loafer can walk in. They can see—see how a beautiful, sanskari married woman like you transforms into a total slut. How she lets her lover treat her like a complete whore."

 

A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, a derisive, guttural sound that held no warmth, only the chill of conquest. "All of it... all just to pacify the raw, desperate itch of her cheating cunt..." He paused, letting the vulgarity fester. "...an itch that her pathetic wimp of a husband couldn't even find, let alone satisfy." The words were the trigger. In the echo of their cruelty, his body moved and in one swift, brutal action, his hand snaked between her thighs, his fingers driving deep into her wet folds.

 

A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her throat. "Ahhhh.. Patode... you can't be serious." It was a moan masquerading as protest, her body arching into the invasion even as her mind recoiled. The pleasure was instantaneous, a bolt of lightning that short-circuited her reason. She managed to drag her eyes open, forcing an angry look onto her pleasure-flushed face. Her fingers tightened around his wrist, a feeble attempt to still the knowing, rhythmic motion of his hand.

 

"This is... this is too risky," she gasped, the words fragmenting as he moved against her. "What if someone really finds us? What if we land in some trouble?" Her thoughts were a frantic scramble, picturing shadows in the doorway, the glare of a flashlight, the ruin of her reputation. "We should just retu......Aaahhhhhhhhh"

Shipra's feeble protest shattered into a raw, uninhibited scream of pleasure. The sound was ripped from her very core as Patode's thick fingers curled deep inside her, a skilled, unerring pressure that found the swollen, aching heart of her cunt. Her G-spot. Shipra's body, already a live wire on the precipice, convulsed. A violent shiver wracked her frame, every muscle tightening as a devastating orgasm began to coil, hot and inevitable, in the pit of her belly.

 

"There is no returning now, Shipra," Patode's voice was a seductive whisper against her ear, a dark promise that slithered through the haze of her pleasure. In a single, fluid motion, he shifted his weight, moving to the passenger seat and pushing her back into into it. "All that is left for you is to experience this new adventure which will give you innumerable, body-shattering, soul-satisfying orgasms. The ones you have been dying for, the ones you have been aching for, all evening."

 

He loomed over her, reducing her world to the scent of his skin and the relentless, clever work of his fingers. "Besides," he continued, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial, mocking growl, "being risky is the very point of this surprise. Don't you remember? How hard you cummed, how you screamed my name in pleasure the night I fucked you out in the open?" He leaned closer, his breath hot on her lips. "I bet that was the most satisfying sex you ever had. Wasn't it, Shipra?"

 

Shipra remained silent, a war raging within her. A voice inside her mind screamed for retreat, but her body had already sworn allegiance to the man whose fingers were buried deep inside her. Each deliberate movement of his hand eroded her resolve, turning protest into a suppressed moan. She wanted to demand they leave, to flee this reckless exposure, but the entire evening had been a masterclass in exquisite torment -a constant, throbbing tease on the very edge of release. Now, the undeniable thrill of their situation, the dangerous, illicit air of the public space, was systematically flushing out every last ounce of her reasoning, leaving only raw, pulsating need.

 

"Tell me" Patode spat, his voice thick with a lust. A predatory hunger glinted in his eyes, sharp and unwavering. "You love being exposed so brazenly, don't you? You love the thrill, the ecstasy of being watched while being a slutty cheat, isn't it?" 

 

To emphasize his point, he raised the delicate fabric of her saree, exposing her completely. There, in the dim light, was her glistening, twitching pussy, wrapped tightly around his invading fingers, proof of her betrayal. A slick, translucent trail leaked profusely from her, making a shameless, wet mess on the leather seat beneath them.

 

"Don't you want to experience the same raw pleasure?" he growled, his gaze locked on the lewd sight. "Don't you want me to satisfy that dripping, desperate cunt of yours? Don't you want to cum on my dick, again and again and again?"

 

Patode stared right into Shipra's eyes, waiting for her response. He didn’t blink, holding her captive in the silence that stretched between them, a silence punctuated only by their ragged breathing.

 

"Don't fight it, Shipra," he murmured, his voice a low, viscous sound that coiled in the space between them. His thumb, slick and warm, stroked a slow, possessive circle over her clit, making her jolt. "Look at the mess your dirty little pussy has made. It's screaming for pleasure. It's begging for me Shipra. Just trust me… and let loose."

 

His manipulative words were a master key, turning the last, stubborn locks on her inhibitions. They didn’t just open the door; they blew it off its hinges, scattering every shred of reservation to the wind. A shiver wracked her frame, not of cold, but of pure, undiluted anticipation. She met his predatory stare with one of her own, a spark of defiance igniting in her lust-glazed eyes. Without breaking that electric connection, she let her knees fall further apart, the leather seat groaning softly beneath her. Her hand snaked down, fingers closing around the hot, rigid length of him. He was thick and heavy in her grasp, a promise of the fullness to come.

 

"Okay," she breathed, her voice dropping to a deep, husky register she barely recognized. It was raw with need, stripped of all pretense. "But no more teasing, Patode. No more games. Shove that thick meat right into my cheating cunt and make me cum like I never have just as you promised."

 

A triumphant, wicked smirk twisted his lips. "With pleasure, bitch."

 

With agonizing slowness, he withdrew his glistening fingers from her cunt. He never broke eye contact as he brought them to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to deliberately, lasciviously, lick her juices from his skin. A low, appreciative rumble sounded in his chest. "Hmmm… Out of all the bitches I've had, you taste the best, Shipra. Like sin and honey."

 

He shifted his hips, the head of his cock nudging insistently against her soaked entrance. "Now, do the honor. Guide your lovers dick into your married, cheating cunt. Show me just how desperate you are."

 

A flicker of practicality pierced the fog of her desire. "You need to wear a condom, Patode," she pointed out, her gaze flicking down to where their bodies nearly joined.

 

He gave a dismissive, cocky shrug, still savoring her taste on his lips. "I'm a little busy appreciating your sluttiness. Either put one on me yourself, or if you're too far gone to care… shove it in bare. The choice is yours, darling."

 

The choice. The words were a taunt.

 

Frustrated, Shipra twisted, her fingers scrambling across the backseat for her purse. The little handbag had fallen down just out of her reach, a maddening inch from her fingertips. She let out a growl of irritation, her body aching with a hollow, urgent need.

 

Patode chuckled, a low, dark sound of pure amusement. "Want to climb out and go get it?" he teased. To emphasize his point, he gave a shallow, rolling thrust of his hips, his cock sliding through her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness without entering. The sensation was a sweet, torturous promise that ripped a sharp, helpless whimper from her throat.

 

She shot him a look of pure, unadulterated irritation. He had planned this. He had positioned her, positioned her purse, orchestrated this entire moment of frantic impatience. And he had won. The need was a fire in her veins, burning away caution, consequence—everything but the primal urge to be filled.

 

"I'll try to pull out but no promises," Patode commented with an evil shameless smile.

 

"Fuck it," she murmured, the words a final surrender.

 

In one decisive motion, her hand tightened around his shaft, guiding him to her cooch. There was a moment of intense, stretching pressure as the broad head of his cock parted her, claiming her. Then, with a single, slick, relentless push, he was inside. He buried himself to the hilt, all nine inches of him, until he was seated so deep she could feel him in her very soul.

 

A broken, guttural cry was torn from her lips. "Ohhhhh… fuckk… Yeah, that's it… Oh god…!....so deep Patode...so thick" Her head fell back against the headrest, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The feeling of being so utterly stretched, so completely filled, was an overwhelming tidal wave of sensation. Her thighs trembled violently, her body convulsing around his as it finally, finally received what it had been screaming for.

 

Patode let out a guttural groan, his own composure cracking. "Damnnnnn… so warm, so tight." He stilled for a moment, savoring the vice-like grip of her around him. "What a perfect fit." He withdrew slowly, almost completely, letting her feel every ridge and vein. "So much better without a condom, isn't it, Shipra?" he growled, his voice thick with a pleasure that mirrored her own.

 

"Ohhh...fuckkkkk...it feels so good. I can't get enough of it," A broken, blissful sigh escaped her lips. Her head fell back against the headrest, her eyes tightly closed as she surrendered to the sensation. It was an overwhelming fullness, a searing heat that condoms always muted. She could feel every thick, insistent inch of him, a slow, deliberate glide that stroked places she hadn't realized were starving for this specific, forbidden friction. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back, anchoring herself as a shiver wracked her frame.

 

"Damn right it does," he hissed, his breath hot on her neck. He began to move again, not with frantic haste, but with a possessive, rhythmic control-long, slow strokes that drew the pleasure out, making her ache for more. "Condoms are for the unmarried girls, first timers and strangers Shipra," He nipped at her earlobe, a sharp, claiming gesture.

 

"But a married, cheating slut like you?" Patode's voice dropped to a dark, venomous whisper as he thrust into her again, long and relentless. "Should be fucked bareback by your lovers. You should feel every inch of him raw, unrestricted, owning you in ways your husband never could."

 

His hips plunged into her with slow, devastating precision, each stroke a mix of punishment and pleasure.

 

"You must have realized it by now, Shipra," Patode continued, his voice a low, depraved murmur in her ear. "This mind-numbing, body-shattering pleasure you get with me isn't just because of the size of my dick. The real kick for unsatisfied married sluts like you is the raw, forbidden thrill of letting a man who is not your husband fuck you bareback. It's the depraved ecstasy of risk associated with this adulterous sex, where you could end up being knocked up by his seed. And most of all, it's about doing the sluttiest of things for your lover- things you couldn't even imagine doing with your husband."

 

He slowed his relentless pounding, making Shipra pay full attention to his derogatory words. "This," he hissed driving his cock deep inside her with a cruel slowness, the the word sharp and deliberate. "This complete surrender, this sexual devotion to your lover's wish and command... this is what really makes prim and proper bitches like you cum so hard." He kept spurting his crude, arousing words, each one designed to degrade and excite.

 

"And you know what the most satisfying part is, Shipra?" he chuckled pulling his cock out, the sound dark and smug. "You cheating sluts always have a lousy, clueless cuck of a husband who will happily accept the bastard child as his own, even if you end up getting bred by your lover." He waited for her response, watching as she writhed beneath him, a portrait of desperation aching for release before plunging his cock back with a hard punishing stroke.

 

"Just... stop," she gasped, the plea mangled by a wave of sensation as he angled himself deeper. "Hmmmm... stop your perverted narration... Patode... Ungggg... Just... focus...on fucking me harder....I am close.,.very closssseeee...Ohhh...maaaaaa," Her thoughts were shattering. She couldn't care less for his power plays or his creepy revelations. All that remained was a desperate, animalistic need for release. Her body acted on its own, her legs parting wider, her hips rising to meet his, an open, wordless invitation for more.

 

"And don't...," she blurted out, the command fraying into a raw, vulnerable plea. "Don't you dare stop this time."

 

"Haha," a low chuckle escaped Patode's lips, the sound a dark vibration of pure amusement as he watched, and thoroughly enjoyed, the profound depravity Shipra had sunken to. But this was merely the beginning; he was far from halting the deliberate and delicious spiral of her further degradation, a process he meticulously orchestrated to break her down both physically and mentally.

 

 "No need to get feisty, you cheating slut," he cooed, the insult a caress that was meant to demean and excite in equal measure. "You'll have your release. That's the whole point of this surprise. And as promised," he whispered, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush, "it would be nothing like you have ever felt before." To cement his words, in an act of pure domination Patode grabbed Shipra's throat, not with enough force to harm, but with absolute authority, showing her, in no uncertain terms, who was in charge.

 

Then, in the very next second, the world shifted. With a swift but deeply uncomfortable, jarring action, he manipulated their bodies, heaving and twisting until he switched places with Shipra. In an instant, her posture of defiance was gone. Now she was perched on his lap, her thighs forcibly parted, the fine silk of her saree bunched up in disarray around her waist. The position left her exposed, her pussy aligned directly above his hard on, a blatant promise of what was to come. Shipra was now facing him, her wide eyes level with his smug gaze, while he had seated himself on the passenger seat, having arranged himself in a much more comfortable, commanding position for the next round of this depraved fuck session.

 

A predatory smile played on Patode’s lips as his hands resting on Shipra's thighs. "Ready for the next round?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. His palms slid from the outside of her thighs inward, a deliberate, claiming motion. He cupped the full, round curves of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with possessive pressure. With a rough, almost clinical squeeze, he parted her cheeks, the sudden stretch and pressure making Shipra wince, a sharp hiss of air escaping her clenched teeth.

 

"This time, no breaks, no teasing," he growled, "just relentless fucking until you can't take it anymore. Until I have wrecked you completely."

 

To punctuate his declaration, he drove his hips up in a single, powerful, unyielding motion, burying his entire length inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely, so abruptly, stole the air from her lungs.

 

A violent shudder wracked Shipra's body, her torso arched in a taut, elegant curve from the intensity of his rough thrust. The delicate fabric of her flimsy bra strained against the movement, her swollen, heavy breasts jostling and bouncing within their confines, the soft flesh threatening to spill over the scant coverage with every jarring movement.

 

Through the initial shock, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust surged, and she bit down on her lower lip, a lusty, triumphant smile finally breaking through. This was the raw, all-consuming feeling her body had been aching for, dying to feel.

 

Her eyes, dark with desire, locked with his.

"I won't be getting off your cock until you make me cum, Patode," she vowed, her voice husky with need. She planted her palms firmly on the solid, sweat-slicked wall of his chest, steadying herself for the intense fucking about to come.

 

And with that, she began to move. It was not a gentle rhythm but a frantic, desperate, ferocious ride. She matched his movements  with a wild abandon of her own, her hips rolling and grinding, each movement a fierce claim and a desperate search for the release they both craved.





"And I won't let you off bitch until I am satisfied," Patode growled. "Even if someone walks on us," He paused, letting the terrifying yet exciting possibility of exposure hang in the air between them. "You get that you cheating slut? No backing now." 

 

The car was soon filled with the high-pitched, desperate moans of Shipra, punctuated by Patode's heavy, rhythmic grunts. The very vehicle began to shake around them, a fragile metal shell trembling with the force of their passion, leaving no suspicion for any onlooker of what was happening inside. The windows, once clear, were now completely fogged up with the hot, moist steam rising from the two bodies in heat, creating a translucent, private canvas that hid the exhibitionist carnal act from the outside world.



Shipra didn't have to wait long for her first torturous release of the day. Within minutes of riding Patode, a huge, cataclysmic orgasm hit her, overwhelming her senses. Her whole body shook violently, seized by wave after relentless wave of pure, undiluted pleasure. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably against him, her muscles tensed up. Her toes curled tightly, a reflexive spasm of ecstasy, and a dizzying white haze clouded her vision as she almost lost consciousness under the overwhelming, all-consuming sexual pleasure.

 

In her mind-numbing pleasure, in the complete obliteration of self and surrounding, she collapsed, spent and breathless, onto Patode's chest, totally oblivious to the presence of a stranger lurking in the darkness outside the car.

 

"Damn....It looks like I really made it worth your wait Shipra," Patode spoke, his voice a exhausted exhale. "But we are not done just yet. And to heat up things a notch higher." Patode spanked both her ass cheeks firmly bringing her back to reality and continued.

 

"We have a spectator, Shipra," Patode whispered into her ears, his tone hushed and deeply conspiratorial, his breath a hot, intimate puff against her sensitive skin.

 

Recovering from the heavy, pulsing trance of her physical pleasure and the lingering, aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, Shipra’s mind, clouded and slow, failed to register the seriousness of his words. Patode smirked cunningly to himself, seeing everything unfolding perfectly as per his intricate plan, and he took the opportunity to push things further into dangerous, thrilling territory. With a deliberate, slow-motion precision that was both casual and calculated, he began to lower the window of the passenger seat, the quiet electric whirring a stark sound in the quiet night, cracking it open just enough for the eager onlooker to get an uninterrupted, clear view inside.

 

A sliver of the cool night air rushed in, hitting Shipra's sweat-clad body like a physical touch, raising a soft, involuntary shiver that rippled across her skin and providing a fleeting respite from the heated, humid cabin of the car. But what truly, irrevocably, broke her sensual trance was not the chill, but the unfamiliar rough voice which emanated outside the car.

 

"I knew some whore was getting nailed in the car," the stranger spat in a rough muffled voice, the words thick with a perverse glee as he leaned his weight forward, his face nearly pressing against the glass. His entire posture was coiled, clearly excited and aroused at the sight in front of him.

 

His focus, hungry and absolute, remained fixed on the intimate scene. "Crack it a little more man," he demanded, his breath fogging the window. "Let me have a better look at this bitch." He didn't wait for compliance; he grabbed the edge of the already cracked window himself as he tried to push it further, to force his way into their space. All the while, his hungry lust-filled eyes tried to grasp as much of Shipra, devouring the details of her exposed form, leaving no inch unseen.

 

Inside, a wave of pure, cold horror washed over Shipra. "Oh my god Patode, what the fuck," she gasped, the words tearing from her throat. "Have you lost your mind?" The realization struck her like a physical blow, her voice rising in a panicked crescendo as she almost screamed, "He can see us!" In a single, frantic motion, she pulled her pallu up quickly, the fabric a flimsy shield against his invasive stare as she scrambled to cover her exposed body. She pushed herself back, her muscles straining as she tried to distance herself from the window, from those eyes, from the terrifying violation of the moment.

 

A faint, amused smile played on Patode's lips as he maintained his dominant position as  kept Shipra firmly pinned to her position on his lap. The struggle in her limbs was a futile effort against his immovable strength. "Relax Shipra," he spoke, his voice a low, calm murmur that was almost casual, a stark contrast to the tension thrumming through her body.

 

"Yeah, that's the point, and you are shamelessly aiding him without thinking of the consequences." The words burst from Shipra in a frantic, hushed interjection, her voice shaking slightly from the adrenaline of the sudden intrusion. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and indignation, darted from Patode's smug face toward the shadowy figure lurking at the edge of their secluded spot. "What if he snaps some pics or recognises any of us? It's too risky, Patode. You had your fun; let's head back." Her plea was a desperate attempt to inject reason into the reckless situation.

 

Patode, however, remained utterly unperturbed. "Look at him," he continued, his tone still infuriatingly even. "He's just some drunken old homeless fart. I doubt he even remembers his own name, let alone causing us any trouble." With a dismissive shake of his head, he waved away Shipra's concern. "Besides, we are too far from Ambruj for him to recognise us."

 

Having verbally dismissed her fears, he chose to physically override them. Ignoring the stiffness in her body, Patode began rocking his hips once again, a slow, deliberate roll that sent a fresh jolt through her system. His rock-hard cock, buried deep inside her, began grinding relentlessly against Shipra's oversensitive pussy. The intimate friction was a cruel duality-a sensation that was both a violation of her current fear and a stark reminder of the pleasure that had, just moments before, consumed her entirely. He was using her own body against her, proving his control and dismissing her terror as nothing more than an inconvenient interruption to his gratification.

 

"But... this is wrong.... Hmmmmmm-" Shipra's weak objection was swallowed, her protest dying in her throat as Patode's mouth found hers. He pulled her into a kiss that was not gentle, but possessive and searing, a deliberate act of silencing. Her body, still humming with the aftershocks of her recent climax, betrayed her once more. Resistance melted under the familiar heat, and she was pushed back effortlessly into the same sexual bliss she had just emerged from, a wave of sensation that drowned her feeble morals.

 

"Ha..." A soft, lusty exhale escaped Shipra's lips, a sound of pure surrender, as Patode finally broke the kiss. He didn't allow her a moment to recover. His hand, firm and unyielding, tangled in her hair and pulled her head back, twisting her neck at an uncomfortable angle to force her gaze toward the creepy onlooker. Her vision swam for a moment before clearing, and her eyes made a direct, hot, and profoundly arousing contact with the stranger's stare.

 

"You have already crossed all lines of right and wrong, Shipra," Patode murmured, his voice a low, taunting whisper near her ear. His breath was hot against her skin. "Now what's to come is just pure, unadulterated, raw pleasure like which you have never experienced before." His hips picked up pace and pistoned hard into her, yet in a  calculated rhythm, a relentless reminder of their intimate connection. "So stop this act of being a decent woman and enjoy this new experience of being an exhibitionist."

 

"Holy fuck," the stranger exclaimed, the words a coarse, reverent whisper as he finally got a clear, unobstructed look at Shipra's beauty. His eyes widened, taking in her disheveled hair, her flushed skin, and the vulnerable, yet aroused, dilation of her pupils. "What a hot chick. Where did you get such an imported, high-class maal here in Ambruj?" he breathed, the crude slang slicing through the tense air. "Never seen such a fine whore before. You are one lucky bastard, man."

 

Shipra couldn't look away. Her eyes remained locked with the stranger's lecherous gaze, a silent, shameful communication passing between them. Her body was no longer entirely her own; it moved on its own, a puppet dancing to the rhythm of Patode's deep, deliberate thrusts. The stranger's face was mostly obscured by an old, ragged shawl, but his eyes were naked and clear-two pools of unadulterated lust that roamed over her exposed form with predatory hunger, as if he were mentally undressing her, ready to devour what was already being offered.

 

"She is no whore my man," Patode replied, his voice laced with a cocky grin that was audible in its arrogance. He didn't bother to turn his head, his focus entirely on the pale, delicate column of Shipra's neck. His lips continued their work, planting seductive, slow kisses against her fluttering pulse. Each deliberate press of his mouth was a masterful act of erosion, dissolving another layer of her will, making her pliant and soft in his arms. Her struggles, already feeble, became less resistant and more a trembling anticipation, a silent surrender to his perverted action.

 

He finally deigned to address the stranger's implied question, "Look at her mangalsutra," he murmured, his tongue tracing the gold beads of the sacred necklace that rested against her collarbone, a stark symbol of her marital vows now defiled by his touch. "And the sindoor." His thumb smudged the vermillion powder in her hairline, the traditional mark of a married woman. "She is a married working woman, mother of a child and a perfect wife..." He paused, pulling back just enough to let the cruel irony hang in the air, his eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. "...but for me she's a total wanton slut, a cock hungry bitch in heat who let's me fulfill her sexual needs because her husband is a total wimp."

 

"Serves the cuck right," the stranger spat, his voice dripping with a disrespectful, condescending tone that seemed to coat the air between them. He leaned against the doorframe, a spectator reveling in the degradation. "I bet that loser has a small dick," he chuckled, a harsh, grating sound. His gaze, bold and appraising, swept over Shipra's compromised form. "But don't worry you cheating cunt," he directed at her, his words crude and vulgar, "if your lover here proves insufficient to satisfy your physical hunger, I am ready to give you a night to remember."

 

The derisive laugh of the stranger and the filth of his words should have revolted Shipra. They should have sent a cold wave of shame and fury through her, should have given her the strength to break free. Instead, they acted like a spark on a trail of gunpowder. A surge of a strange, totally new sensation-an arousal so intense it was nerve-wrecking and downright erotic-ignited deep within her core. It was a feeling she had never felt before, a dark and thrilling current that short-circuited her morality.  It was the thrill of being seen in her utter debasement, of being desired not as a wife or a mother, but as the very "wanton slut" Patode had named her.

 

Her body reacted with a will of its own, betraying a lifetime of conditioning. A flush of heat, involuntary and searing, spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks. Her muscles convulsed not in protest, but in a spasm of pure, unadulterated excitement, a physical echo of the shockwave coursing through her. Most tellingly, deep inside, her pussy tightened in a sudden, reflexive clutch around Patode's cock, a visceral, undeniable response to the stranger's vulgar promise. And through it all, her wide, dazed eyes remained locked on the stranger, who was ogling her every move, her gaze a mixture of horror, shame, and a terrifying, newfound hunger.

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[Suraj76626]

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"Answer him, Shipra. Do I leave you unsatisfied?" Patode commanded, his thick voice, a possessive rumble against her ear. To punctuate his demand, he delivered a single, hard, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, jolting her entire body. A ragged moan was torn from Shipra's throat, a raw sound woven equally from sharp pain and dizzying pleasure.

 

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes, dark and glazed with lust, turning towards Patode's face. Her gaze was a silent plea, a wordless beg for him not to force her into this depraved confession. But he was unmoved. "Tell him how well I fuck your needy cunt. Tell him," he growled, his voice rough with exertion and dominance. His hands, which had been gripping her waist, now dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her immobile as he began a brutal, relentless rhythm-a series of violent, non-stop thrusts that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind.

 

The sensation was too overwhelming to contain. "Ohhhhh... godddddd..." A high-pitched, involuntary moan escaped her, a desperate sound that seemed to hang in the confined space. Forcing herself, she turned her head around, to face the stranger standing outside. Her words came out in panting, broken phrases, synced with Patode's powerful movements. "Sooo.. fucking goooodd... Patode here... fucks me so good.... he keeps my cheating cunt... thoroughly satisfied..." She gasped, a fresh wave of sensation crashing over her. "Ahhh... so unfortunately your services... are not required... you creep," she declared, her voice dripping with a shameless defiance and tease as she stared directly into the stranger's eyes

 

Lost to the world, consumed by the pleasure coiling tight and hot deep within her core-the promise of another huge orgasm beginning to build-Shipra's body took over. She began to grind her hips back against Patode, a trashy, deliberate undulation that was a performance just for their audience, giving the onlooker a hell of a private view.

 

A dark, appreciative laugh came from outside. "What a total slut," the stranger hissed, his own composure fraying. In one swift, crude movement, he dropped his trousers and fished out his cock, his eyes locked on the spectacle before him. "You might change your mind after seeing my package," he taunted, backing up just a little into the dim light to flash his circumcised cock right at Shipra. "Lower the window, babes, let me give you a closer look. I am sure you'll love it."

 

Shipra didn't respond with words. Her breath hitched. The sheer crudeness of the situation, the vulgar exhibitionism, was a potent aphrodisiac, turning her on in ways that defied all logic. It was a seduction of the forbidden, a curiosity that burned hotter than reason. Her hand, trembling slightly, moved from Patode's arm and hesitantly hovered over the window switch on the door panel. She was torn, suspended between the primal pull of lust and the faint, fading echo of logical consequence.

 

A low, guttural chuckle escaped the stranger's lips, the sound dripping with a predatory glee. "Come on, bitch, may be you'll find me bigger than your lover," he continued. His words designed to provoke and entice in equal measure.

 

A slow, deliberate smile touched Shipra's lips, a calculated transformation from hesitant prey to a willing participant in this dangerous game. "I doubt that," she replied, her voice dropping an octave, the words laced with a new, teasing promise that was utterly slutty. "But as you said... there's no harm in checking out. Isn't it Patode?" Her head turned, not with submission, but with a challenging glare that sliced through the dim interior of the car, landing squarely on Patode. The question was a deliberate challenge, a verbal confirmation of the line she was about to cross. As she held his gaze, her finger pressed decisively against the window switch, and with a soft, electric hum, the glass descended completely, erasing the final barrier between them and the night.

 

Patode just smirked, a silent volcano of amusement and satisfaction. He watched the scene unfold, his plan not merely proceeding, but being executed far better than his most optimistic expectations.

 

"That's more like it," the stranger purred, his lips curving into an evil, lusty smile as he inched closer covering the remaining distance, his movements deliberate and possessive. He angled his hips, bringing them level with the now-vacant window frame. The dim light inside the car fell upon him, leaving little to the imagination. His hard cock, thick and demanding, came clear into the view.

 

Shipra's eyes were instantly, irrevocably glued to his manhood. A comparative assessment happened in a flash; although his cock was nowhere as long as Patode's but what truly caught Shipra's eye was the sheer, imposing thickness of his meaty cock. It was a girth that defied her experience, thicker than anything she had ever seen, a substantial pillar of flesh, promising a sensation of overwhelming fullness.

 

But it was not the only thing that caught Shipra's attention, for her gaze, now analytical, registered a second, more subtle distinction. His cock was circumcised. The smooth, exposed head, starkly defined without a foreskin, was a novelty. The uncircumcised dicks of Alok or Patode were her only reference, and her mind immediately began weaving a silent, illicit thread of speculation. She couldn't help but wonder how the different texture, the unbroken smoothness, would feel inside her-a sensation distinct from what she knew.

 

"Mouth watering, isn't it?" he questioned, his voice dripping with a cocky, self-satisfied tone that shattered her reverie. He saw the shameless intensity of her stare and reveled in it. "I know what are you thinking. Why don't you come out and find out how such a thick circumcised dick would feel stuffed into your dirty cunt? " he taunted. To punctuate his offer, he began waiving his dick obscenely, a deliberate, vulgar display meant to intimidate and entice.

 

Shipra blushed with shame and forcibly broke her glare from his crotch, lifting her eyes to meet his with a practiced coolness that belied her racing heart. "A Very tempting offer," she commented, her voice a carefully controlled neutral. "But my lover here has a bigger dick, and he knows how to get me off. So I'll pass," She delivered the line with finality, a strategic blow to his ego.

 

"Your loss, bitch," he replied, his tone shifting to a carnal, dismissive sneer. The rejection fueled a crude fantasy, and he leaned into it, painting a vivid, degrading picture with his words. "I would have fucked your brains out right here on the bonnet of this fucking car, bending you over like the slutty bitch you are," he ranted. To physically underscore his point, he executed a crude, deliberate thrust of his pelvis. The motion shoved the rigid, thick length of himself forward into the car's intimate space, an invasive, fleshy offering presented solely for Shipra's wide-eyed appraisal.

 

The aggressive gesture hung in the air for a moment before his focus shifted, his demand becoming a transactional negotiation. "But for now, I'll be happy with a handjob. What do you say, man?" he demanded, his attention turning to the Patode. He wagged his cock right in front of Shipra, a relentless, obscene pendulum. "She can at least help me cum for teasing this old fart." 

 

"You shouldn't have lowered the window and teased him, Shipra," Patode spoke, his tone laden with a mischief that was as incriminating as it was playful. He leaned forward, his body angled to face her directly, his expression a mask of mock admonishment that barely concealed his own arousal. "Have a little mercy on the poor fellow and at least help him relieve himself."

 

Shipra simply stared back at Patode, her silence more telling than any words. She was visibly turned on by the idea, a flush creeping up her neck and a dark, eager light shining in her eyes. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she turned her gaze from Patode's knowing face towards the thick, meaty cock dangling invitingly through the open window-an object of her immediate curiosity and deepening fascination.

 

"No touching," she warned, her voice a low, throaty command directed at the stranger, as her own right hand, reached out with a will of its own. Her fingers made contact, and she rolled them around the solid, warm girth of him, testing its weight and texture.

 

"Oh god, it's so thick.... thicker than you, Patode," Shipra exclaimed in a breathless burst of excitement, the comparison slipping out unfiltered. "I can barely hold it fully," she added, her voice a mix of awe and delight as her hand, indeed struggling to encircle its circumference, slowly began to stroke it in a firm, exploratory rhythm.

 

"Told you, you'll love it," the stranger smirked, his chest swelling with pride at her reaction. He watched her hand work on him, his gaze heavy with lust. "Do you think it'll fit in your dirty little cunt?" he added, his voice dropping to a seductive, conspiratorial whisper, trying to pull her further into the depravity of the moment.

 

"I don't know," Shipra absentmindedly blurted out, her mind and body becoming overwhelmed by the sheer, illicit thrill of the situation-the feeling of acting like a whore, of pleasing two cocks at once, of being the center of this primal, shared desire.

 

"We'll soon find out," the stranger gloated, his tone dripping with a confident, possessive anticipation. He winked towards Patode, who was observing the entire scene with an assuring, complicit smile.

 

End of Chapter 36: Part II

[Umavictor32]

Superb...really worth a wait...mainly shipra part...

[demoniox29]

oh man you could have completed the shrutika part!!!

[eslx1212]

Brilliant.

[Umavictor32]

I am now confused by the time toppo uses shipra,what will she be

[Vinty03]

S0 hot update

[damien123456]

Hi Suraj sir, the update is great, but I didn’t like the direction it took. You initially showed Shipra in a high position, but now she’s portrayed as a whore. The stranger might be Salim, I think, but I’m not convinced by how you changed Shipra. How could a highly educated and ambitious woman fall for such desires? I know it’s just fantasy, but like other stories in the forum, turning a woman into a whore means you don’t need to show her in a high position like in the beginning. Your story stood out as the best in the forum because of the cat-and-mouse dynamic between Shipra and Patode, but now she’s fully submissive to him, and I really don’t like this turn.

If she shares herself with others in her moments of euphoria, it feels like something familiar, but I don’t think there’s any new element or surprise in your story, apart from her fully embracing that role. When will she come to her senses?

[RCF]

Hi Suraj sir, the update is great, but I didn’t like the direction it took. You initially showed Shipra in a high position, but now she’s portrayed as a whore. The stranger might be Salim, I think, but I’m not convinced by how you changed Shipra. How could a highly educated and ambitious woman fall for such desires? I know it’s just fantasy, but like other stories in the forum, turning a woman into a whore means you don’t need to show her in a high position like in the beginning. Your story stood out as the best in the forum because of the cat-and-mouse dynamic between Shipra and Patode, but now she’s fully submissive to him, and I really don’t like this turn.

If she shares herself with others in her moments of euphoria, it feels like something familiar, but I don’t think there’s any new element or surprise in your story, apart from her fully embracing that role. When will she come to her senses?

Agreed, though this is expected as part of the story. Despite slow seduction, Patode grooming her which took almost 20 chapters, we should be convinced now that she changed for good. She craves wild sex now and its evident. I still think when this is over she will be mad at Patode for taking her to a park and sharing her with Salim thinking this is coincidence and not planned. Eventually Salim would also get her in his own time with out Patode so this is a familiar arc that will continue until Patode holds upper hand. 

I guess only when Toppo gets her then she will truly realizes her downfall as she hates Toppo and will never willingly give herself to him unless coerced by Patode so that I think would be turning point. 

~RCF

[navytut]

Excellent update. Loving where this is going. The step by step process of turning her into exhibitionist and then opening up to others is neatly developed. It's as thrilling to read as imagining. This layer by layer of unraveling of her debauchery is well written. Waiting for the reveal of the villager's identity. In the meantime, that's an interesting progress in Shrutika's narrative.

[eslx1212]

The colour photo showing Shipra humping on Patode's cock is too hot. Superb work with the photos.

The narration is good, but Suraj, please do something about the quantity of talking from Patode while having sex. It is not only unnatural that anyone talks that much but it is actually having an off-putting effect on Shipra, unless you deliberately intend that for her. While reading though, it is annoying.

And try not to make us wait too long for the next part.

[Umavictor32]

Hi Suraj sir, the update is great, but I didn’t like the direction it took. You initially showed Shipra in a high position, but now she’s portrayed as a whore. The stranger might be Salim, I think, but I’m not convinced by how you changed Shipra. How could a highly educated and ambitious woman fall for such desires? I know it’s just fantasy, but like other stories in the forum, turning a woman into a whore means you don’t need to show her in a high position like in the beginning. Your story stood out as the best in the forum because of the cat-and-mouse dynamic between Shipra and Patode, but now she’s fully submissive to him, and I really don’t like this turn.

If she shares herself with others in her moments of euphoria, it feels like something familiar, but I don’t think there’s any new element or surprise in your story, apart from her fully embracing that role. When will she come to her senses?

I completely disagree to this... Firstly understand the amount of time taken by Suraj to make  shipra to this level....secondly if you focus on namrata's response and shipra response you can find that shipra still tries to keep up her reputation by bouncing back or speak ruthless to patode...only in this update, she is being bit submissive but compared to Namrata her attitude still has that swag... One more thing which we have to understand is her situation...she is not having a supportive husband,no sex,no love nothing...so when you have a person opposite to her who keep on bringing out her tragedy in life and tell her that he can be better person, automatically shipra will get inclined to patode....so I don't think so shipra behaving like this in this update...and I think till she gets inclined to toppo this will continue....

[Umavictor32]

The colour photo showing Shipra humping on Patode's cock is too hot. Superb work with the photos.

The narration is good, but Suraj, please do something about the quantity of talking from Patode while having sex. It is not only unnatural that anyone talks that much but it is actually having an off-putting effect on Shipra, unless you deliberately intend that for her. While reading though, it is annoying.

And try not to make us wait too long for the next part.

 What makes this story different from other stories is patode speech my dear....patode is not just doing sex with shipra....he is corrupting her...he is making her submissive...he is breaking her...he is destroying her thought process step by step ......secondly this is not visual media....while writting to express how a woman is verbally corrupted we need to follow this style..... I would expect more of patode talks which I feel is a highlight in this story...

[Kore shivkant]

Its really an awesome update worth the wait....... Eagerly waiting for the next update...... waiting for the reaction of Shipra after sex.......

[NityaSakti]

Finally shipra turned like a cheap roadside whore. Good one.

[drlund]

Dont listen to anyone.. the update is awesome.. and story is magnificient and getting in the direction it intended..
Always waiting for future updates

[desiass]

You did it again……story title is getting justified now.

[Awesomeabhit]

The story seems to go far. So please provide frequent updates instead of a month wait. Just want to see Shipra more bold and wild in coming episodes.