Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Umavictor32]

I hope we recieve an update today..
But i am not expecting an update today...
But if we recieve an update many among may consider it to be a jackpot

[desiass]

Your writing has an incredible way of building tension and pulling the reader completely into the story. You have a real talent for making intimate scenes feel vivid, emotional, and genuinely compelling. It’s clear you know exactly how to keep a reader hooked and wait for updates.

Hope the next update will be posted today as promised to shipra's fans.

[Umavictor32]

I think as expected by me there won't be post today.. Still I would thank Suraj for yesterday's update.. It was brilliant... Just one request.... Pls dnt delay next update

[val.coutinho]

Have some patience guys..... Update might come a little late..... Don't loose hope

[Bccmi2024]

Have some patience guys..... Update might come a little late..... Don't loose hope

Seems we will get an update now, bro just now came to online

[Suraj76626]

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[Bccmi2024]

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Waiting bro...

[Suraj76626]

Your writing has an incredible way of building tension and pulling the reader completely into the story. You have a real talent for making intimate scenes feel vivid, emotional, and genuinely compelling. It’s clear you know exactly how to keep a reader hooked and wait for updates.

Hope the next update will be posted today as promised to shipra's fans.

 Thanks dude

[Umavictor32]

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[slammaster]

You are truly the greatest thank you for your dedication I hope we get new updates every week again now

[Aslaan pala]

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[desiass]

waiting as I see you typing

[Suvamani]

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[Suraj76626]

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“You know I wouldn’t do that,” Patode murmured, his voice low and amused as his palm settled possessively over the curve of Shipra’s ass. He gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze before delivering a light, teasing spank that made the soft flesh ripple. “Nothing non-consensual. Just raw craving and pure sexual hunger of this cheating slut. All I did was sit back and enjoy the show.” His fingers lingered, kneading the warm cheek as Shipra kept ramming her hips back into him. “Isn’t that right, Shipra madam?”

Shipra twisted to look over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and a lusty smile curving on her lips. There was no trace of anger or guilt in her voice—just a smoky, sarcastic heat. “Oh, you did more than just enjoy the show, Patode.” Shipra paused her action and continued, steadying her voice. “You let that creep get bold. You let him get comfortable while you sat there doing nothing. You could have kicked him out the second he touched me.... but you didn’t. You wanted to see how far I’d go, didn’t you?”



Patode’s smile turned sharper. He brought his hand down again—harder this time. The crisp slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet space, and Shipra’s breath hitched as a bright sting bloomed across her ass. Her thighs pressed together, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her throat.



“On the contrary, Shipra,” Patode replied, voice dropping into that familiar, controlling register that always made her pulse jump.  He drove forward hard, burying all nine inches of his thick rod balls deep inside her slick, dripping pussy. Each deep stroke punched the air from her lungs and forced a wet, obscene sound from the place where their bodies met. “It was YOU who lowered the window. It was YOU who reached out and wrapped your fingers around his cock. It was YOU who let him slide his hand between your thighs. And it was YOU—” another firm spank landed, making her jolt and bite her lip “—who couldn’t take your eyes off that thick, circumcised dick...dripping at the very thought of having it shoved down your married holes.”



He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear while his hips continued ramming her into a sexual bliss. Combined with the hard spanks striking the sensitive skin of her backside and his crude arrousing words pushed a huge orgasm to brew inside inside Shipra. “I only made sure you were safe. That you could explore the sexual freedom I’ve given you without anyone stopping you. Everything you did, Shipra, came from the insatiable sexual craving and deep-seated hunger of the filthy slut living inside you. All I did was provide the right circumstances to let her crawl out into the open. So don’t try to pin your own slutty behaviour on me.”



Shipra’s breathing grew heavier. The sharp, burning sting of every spank melted into a deep, throbbing heat that settled low in her belly, making her cunt pulse and drip. While his filthy words, words which should have offended her, words characterising her as a desperate sex starved bitch in heat, sank into her like another hard thrust, and her pussy walls clamped down greedily around the thick length of Patode’s cock pistoning into her from behind. Her eyes rolled back, knuckles whitening where she gripped the edge of the cot, body beginning to tremble as she reached the very edge.

Namrata finally broke in, voice tight with frustration and unmistakable curiosity. “Hold on—both of you. Which creep? Whose circumcised dick? I’m completely lost here. What the hell actually happened?”

Patode let out a breathless, dark laugh, hips snapping harder. "Patience Namrata. I will tell you every filthy detail. But first let me finish satisfying this cock-hungry bitch before she goes looking for new dicks to play with.”

With one sharp, dominant yank he wrenched both of Shipra’s arms behind her back, forcing her spine into a deep arch so her body hung suspended above the cot, tits swinging free, ass smashed in Patode's crotch, pussy fully impaled by his cock. He locked his left arm through the bend of her elbows, pinning her helpless, then slid his free hand around to maul her swollen tits, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh. “You want me to make you cum, Shipra?” he barked loud enough for Namrata to hear every word.



“Yesssss…” Shipra’s voice cracked out of her throat, raw and broken.

“Yes what, you cock-drunk slut?” Patode snarled, pinching the stiff nipples between thumb and finger and twisting hard until she cried out.

“Ahhhhh—oh fuckkkk—yes… yes, make me cum, Patode!” she shrieked, the sound a raw mix of pain and desperate pleasure as her pussy clenched greedily around him.

He smirked, slowing his thrusts deliberately, dragging his thick shaft almost all the way out before sliding back in with teasing, shallow strokes that left her trembling and empty. “Just like that creepy old stranger made you cum last night in the back seat of the car?"

“Oh godddd… fuckkk yes… just like he did… please, Patode… fuck me harder—ram that cock into me!” Shipra begged, all shame gone, voice ragged and filthy as she pushed her ass back, trying to force him deeper.

Namrata sat frozen on the other end of the call, completely mesmerized by the raw intensity, the filth, the pure depravity unfolding on her screen. Without even realizing it her hand had slipped between her thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing hard against her tingling, soaked pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts. She stared without blinking, lips parted, breath growing heavier with every second.

For the next few minutes the only sounds filling the video call were Patode’s deep, animalistic grunts, Shipra’s high-pitched, broken moans of ecstasy, and Namrata’s own increasingly laboured breathing. Then Shipra’s body suddenly locked up tight. Her back arched violently, every muscle seizing as a brutal orgasm ripped through her. She jerked and trembled hard, pussy convulsing and squirting around Patode’s thick cock in messy, rhythmic pulses while she cried out wordlessly.



The moment he released his crushing grip on her arms, her spent body collapsed face-down onto the cot, limp and shaking. Patode’s glistening cock slipped free of her well-fucked, dripping cunt , still rock-hard and twitching, coated in her release and throbbing with need.

“Take a breather, Shipra,” he growled, voice rough and lust-thick, sweat dripping down his chest. A dark, hungry grin spread across his face as he looked at her wrecked form. “We’re nowhere near done yet.” He slapped the heavy length of his cock against her flushed, stinging ass cheeks, smearing her own cum across the red skin.

Shipra’s body was still trembling with aftershocks, completely wrecked, yet a faint, satisfied, filthy little smile curved her lips. She lifted her head just enough to look straight into the camera—straight at Namrata—and slowly raised her hips, rubbing her slick, open pussy back against Patode’s waiting cock like a bitch in heat.

“I hope not Patode,” she murmured, voice hoarse and dripping with invitation.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Shipra,” Patode smirked, that cunning, filthy grin spreading across his face. “It is just the start. You can count on that.”

Before she could even open her mouth he grabbed her hips, flipped her hard onto her back, and dragged her down the cot. In one smooth, dominant lunge he straddled her chest, knees planted on either side of her ribs. His heavy, sweat-slick balls rested between her soft tits, and his thick, cock hovered right above her lips.



“Now get this irritating condom off my cock and suck it ready for the next round,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding, “while I finally scratch Namrata's itch who’s been dying to hear every slutty detail of her friend’s last night adventure.”

He grabbed the phone from the corner of the cot and angled the camera straight at his face staring directly into Namrata’s eyes. “Alright, Namrata… make sure you’re alone. This is going to get filthy. It all started with that little waist chain of hers…”

For the next few minutes he narrated every filthy detail of the previous night, voice thick with the memory. Shipra never stopped working him while he spoke—lips sliding wetly up and down his shaft, cheeks hollowing, the soft wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet room between his words. Every time she took him deeper, a low groan tore from Patode’s throat.



"......and with nowhere to go Shipra jumped in the backseat of the car joining the lucky old stranger who was ready with his extra thick cock ...it was both funny and erotic at the same time. Wasn't it Shipra?" He turned the camera, giving Namrata a close-up of Shipra’s pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock, saliva shining on her chin as she treated him like the sweetest lollipop she’d ever tasted.

“You know what was really funny, Patode?” Shipra managed to speak, her voice husky, lips swollen and shiny. She kept pumping him while she spoke. “How that old creep made those little snide comments about your masculinity… exactly the same way you talk about Alok.”

A smirk curled her mouth, bold and unrepentant even with his cock throbbing in her fist. Patode stared down at her, a flicker of genuine intrigue cutting through the heat.

"You liked it didn't you?" Patode’s eyes narrowed, voice low and rough. Before Shipra could answer he drove his cock straight down her throat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Shipra’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She moaned around him, the vibration rolling up his shaft, and still she nodded—small, defiant, desperate. Her body had already given in completely to the need, but the dirtier he treated her the hotter and more unbreakable that attitude burned.

“Then you’re going to love it when I'll fuck you right in front of that wimp husband of yours,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “I will take you bareback in your own marital bed, humiliating him as he helplessly watches her wife getting satisfied and bred by a real man. Turning him into a proper little cuck.”

Shipra’s eyes flashed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathless, still smirking.

“Yeah, sure… like I will ever let that happen. But being the big pervert you are... last night, you sure were about to turn into a cuck yourself Patode...,”

Her tone stayed cool, mocking—but her thighs pressed together and her voice had gone soft and needy at the edges. Before he could answer she shoved him back against the cot and snatched the phone from his hand.

“Now go down on me and lap it all up,” she ordered, voice dropping into something raw and desperate. "while I tell this nosy little bitch the rest of the story.”

She spread her thighs wider, phone steady, eyes locked on the screen as she continued the narration going back into flashback.

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[Vvines]

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[Hornytamilan23]

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[Suraj76626]

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“Mas,.'…” the old man’s voice came out low and thick with hunger as he finally covered the lower half of his face, eyes still roaming freely, greedily, over every curve of Shipra’s body from mere inches away. His gaze lingered on the rise of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, the soft flare of her hips barely hidden beneath the disordered folds of her saree. “Looks like… you finally caved to that little curiosity of yours of knowing how a circumcised dick really feels like.”

A shameless, knowing smile spread across his lips as he leaned closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over her skin.

Shipra’s eyes flicked toward the windows, scanning the empty street for any sign of movement, pulse still racing from what had already happened. “Don’t be delusional, you old creep,” she snapped, though her voice carried a residual tremor. “You just got lucky by being in the right place at the right time. Now get lost, you’ve seen more than enough to jerk yourself off for the rest of your life.”

He only chuckled, unfazed, the sound dark and intimate. “Keep playing haughty all you want, darling but a few minutes ago you were drooling for my cock. Aching with need as I fingered you in front of your lover."

Before she could retort, his hand slid boldly beneath the hiked-up fabric of her saree. Warm, calloused fingers found the bare skin of her thigh and climbed higher without hesitation, pushing the silk aside until he cupped the soft, still-slick heat between her legs. He pressed two fingers against her entrance, feeling how wet she remained, and dragged them slowly upward through her folds, circling her swollen clit with deliberate, filthy pressure.



Shipra’s body jerked hard at the filthy contact. Her hand shot up and clamped around his thick wrist, but she didn’t push him away. She stared straight into his eyes as his rough fingers kept working her open, digging deeper between her slick folds. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed one thick finger inside her dripping cunt, sinking it knuckle-deep while the other continued its merciless torment on her swollen, throbbing clit—rubbing tight, filthy circles that sent wet sounds echoing through the car.

Her grip on his wrist weakened with every thrust of that invading finger. His dominant, unapologetic handling of her body mixed with her own shameful cravings and the sheer depravity of how much she was enjoying this slutty, exposed side of herself made her arousal spike violently. An intense, scorching rush of pleasure ripped straight up her spine at his mere touch, drowning every last sensible thought she tried to cling to. Her hips gave a tiny, traitorous twitch—then another—pushing back against his hand, seeking more of that thick finger stretching her open.

“Still this fucking soaked,” he growled, voice thick and rough with lust. “Still throbbing for more. Don’t deny yourself the pleasuee, darling. Lover boy here already shot his load and left you aching. Your body is literally screaming for a release and I’m hard as hell needing to unload… so why don’t we help each other out?”



Shipra’s eyes flicked towards Patode in the front seat. His fist was wrapped around his semi-erect cock, slowly stroking it back to full hardness. He adjusted the rear-view mirror with his free hand, angling it perfectly so he could watch every filthy detail. Their eyes locked in the glass—challenging, hungry, neither willing to look away first.

“What should I do, Patode…?” Shipra whimpered, her voice thick and heavy with raw lust. She locked eyes with him in the mirror, deliberately letting him see every filthy detail. “This old creep is getting bolder by the second… fingers already buried in my cunt, playing with my clit like he owns it. If you’re just going to sit there like a silent spectator and not kick him out… I’m not sure how much longer I can resist letting him do whatever he wants to me.”

A slow, sensual, deliberately provocative smile curved her lips as she bit down on the lower one, soft and inviting. Then she spread her thighs wider—wide enough that the rear-view mirror gave Patode a perfect, unobstructed view of her glistening, open pussy and the old man’s fingers working inside her. She shifted her hips just enough to make it even more shameless, hoping the sight of another man’s hand claiming what was supposed to be his would finally spark real jealousy and force him to act.

But Patode only smiled back through the glass, unblinking, clearly feeding off every second of her teasing performance.

The old stranger leaned in closer, capitalising on the way Shipra was playing the teasing game. "He wants to watch you get used dear," he whispered in Shipra's ear, his voice dark and heavy. His other hand slithered behind her, around her waist and pulled her closer.

“And you're clearly enjoying teasing him. So let's give him an erotic show. I promise, I won't stop fucking you untill you are totally satisfied and can't take anymore,” he murmured, voice dark with promise.

Loosing patience, he yanked her saree all the way up to her waist in one rough motion, baring her lower body completely, then shoved her bra and blouse up—freeing both her soft, full tits so they spilled out, nipples tight and exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

“Ahhh…” Shipra moaned, the sound breaking free before she could stop it. “My god… you really are too horny and impatient for an old man.” She composed herself just enough to push lightly at his chest, though her body stayed pressed close. “I’m sure you’ll satisfy me to the core. Seeing that thick meat between your legs and how eager you are… I have no doubt. And you’re right—I’m very curious about how fucking good it will feel getting stretched open by that fat monster of yours… but—”

She leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around his heavy cock and beginning to stroke it slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. Her palm slid from the thick base to the flushed head, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there.

“—but it would be unfair to my lover here if I let you fuck me right away… when I made him wait weeks before I finally opened my legs for him. Don’t you think?”

“Fuck him…” the old man growled, voice rough with need. “He deserves it after such a disappointing performance.”

“If you want to play fair, Shipra…” Patode’s voice cut through the thick air as he twisted around in the front seat, fist still slowly pumping his now fully hard cock. His eyes burned into hers daring her to go further. “Then why don’t you drop that pretty mouth of yours and give him one of your special, sloppy blowjobs? If he manages to hold back and not blow his load down your throat… then you two can fuck right there in the back seat—raw, deep, and filthy—while I sit here and watch every single thrust. How’s that sound?”

"I don't know what little teasing game you both are playing here but I am up for anything as long as I get some pussy tonight," the old man spoke in a tone which was a mix of cockiness and impatience. He grabbed Shipra by her hair and shoved her head towards his crotch. "Go on slut. Suck. First I'll fuck your pretty little face then I'll tear that slutty cheating cunt with my dick, cumming deep inside your womb filling you up like never before."

Shipra tilted her head and locked eyes with Patode, pure anticipation burning in her gaze as she positioned herself on her knees. She raised her hips high, arched her back, swept her hair over one shoulder, and brought her soft, parted lips teasingly close to the thick, veined cock throbbing right in front of her face—so close her warm breath ghosted over the swollen head.

“Last chance, Patode,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with challenge. “If this old creep can actually walk the talk… you’re going to end up a full-blown cuck. Sitting there watching another man stretch and fill the cunt you claimed to own. You sure you can digest that?”

Patode smirked, but the usual cocky edge was gone. Something in the way she kneeled, the deliberate way she offered her mouth, and the words she threw at him scbangd against the carefully built image of himself as the alpha. He shrugged the feeling off and answered nonchalantly, though his voice carried a sharper edge.

“As I said… it’s not about me, Shipra. It’s about your sexual pleasure and liberation. So the real question isn’t whether I can take it. It’s whether you’re slutty enough to risk letting him fuck you… a stranger… right here in the back seat… while I watch every filthy second.”



Without a second thought, without another word, Shipra stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly, wetly, from the heavy base of the old man’s cock all the way up to the flushed tip in one long, filthy stroke. When she reached the head she spat thickly onto it—vulgar, deliberate—then wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked him slowly, coating every inch in a glistening mix of his precum and her saliva.

Finally, with a pure lustful smile still aimed at Patode, she parted her lips and lowered them over the thick cock, stretching her mouth wide as she slowly took him inside, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact with her lover. She wanted him to see every detail. She wanted him to regret it.

“Holy fuuuuuck—” the old man groaned, head tipping back as pleasure ripped through him. One rough hand shoved her saree higher up her back, completely exposing her naked, rounded ass. He groped one full cheek hard, then gave it a tight, possessive squeeze that left white fingerprints. “You really are a pro slut, aren’t you? Gotta say… your lover’s trained this mouth well.”

“Ahhhh—” Shipra moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sound vibrating against him, half pain, half pure filthy pleasure from the rough handling. She pulled off just long enough to speak, spit still connecting her lips to his cock. “Ohh yes… my lover trained me well, all right. But not this one. He’s just been enjoying the results… same way you’re enjoying them right now.”

The old man chuckled darkly at the open dig at Patode. “Haha… I would love to see what else your past lover taught you."

“Try not to cum too fast then,” Shipra purred, wrapping her fingers around his heavy balls and giving them a firm, deliberate squeeze as she looked up at him through her lashes. “You’ll find out soon enough. Think you can actually hold on, old man?”

“Give it your best shot, slut.” His smirk was pure challenge as he took another jab at Patode. “I’m not all talk and no substance like your soft-cock lover over there.”

In the next second he seized control completely—one big hand clamping the back of her head and shoving her face straight down onto his cock while he thrust his hips upward at the same time. The thick, veined shaft punched past her tongue and buried itself balls-deep in her throat in one brutal stroke. He immediately started fucking her face in hard, rhythmic, merciless thrusts, stretching her jaw to its absolute limit. Spit poured from the corners of her stretched lips, flooding down over his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping onto his thighs in thick, shiny strands.



The next few minutes stretched into pure, filthy intensity as Shipra attacked the old man’s cock with every ounce of skilled, slutty expertise she possessed—determined to break him, to make that thick shaft throb and spill down her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, took him deep on every downward stroke, tongue working the underside while her hand squeezed and rolled his heavy balls.

Glughhhh… glughhh… glughhhh

The car was filled with the wet, choking and filthy slurping soundtrack of Shipra’s sloppy blowjob. Those lewd oral sounds blended perfectly with the lower, wetter music of her body: the obscene, rhythmic squelch of his thick fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt.

The dual assault on her holes had already forced one hard orgasm out of her; now the crafty old man had two thick fingers buried deep inside her pussy, curling expertly against her swollen G-spot while a third teased and pressed against her tight, puckered hole. Every wet thrust, every filthy stretch, every press against that sensitive ring of muscle pushed her right to the edge again, her body trembling as a second, even more intense climax built fast and unstoppable.

In the front seat Patode’s cock had regained its full, rigid glory. He was breathing heavily, fist flying faster up and down his shaft as he watched every filthy detail. The old man smirked at him, never missing a thrust as he reached sideways, grabbed one of Shipra’s full, bouncing tits, and started mauling it like a stress ball.

“Lover boy…” the old man’s voice came out raw and crude, slightly breathless, sweat already beading on his forehead. “I don't think she's even bothered to make me cum anymore. So.....why don't you crank up the AC and go stand guard outside. Unlike you, I plan on taking my sweet time enjoying this bitch. Once I’m done ruining this little mouth I’m moving to her other holes—stretching and filling every single one until they’re loose and dripping. You wouldn’t want to be sitting here in a puddle of your own jizz while I squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of this ripe, cheating body… and breed this married cow full of cum right in front of you.”

Patode didn’t reply. He simply shook his head with a small, knowing smile, then quietly opened the car door and stepped out. Shipra was so completely lost in the act—so drowned in the building, throbbing pressure of the orgasm coiling tight in her core—that she never even registered the soft click of the door or the absence of her lover.

The old man grinned triumphly and suddenly yanked his slick fingers free from her twitching, dripping cunt, snatching the climax away right as it was about to shatter through her. Shipra groaned in raw, frustrated discontent, the sound low and needy. She immediately stopped sucking, pulled his thick cock from between her swollen lips with a wet pop, and sat up on her knees in the back seat, chest heaving as she dragged in heavy breaths.

Her face was utterly wrecked. Eyes glassy and watery, kajal smeared in dark streaks down her cheeks. Lips puffy, spit-slick, and completely stripped of lipstick. Her hair hung in a wild, tangled mess around her shoulders.

She wiped the back of her hand across her ruined mouth, then fixed the old man with a heavy-lidded, irritated stare—equal parts denial-fueled anger and lingering, aching lust.

“Dammnmm bitch....that was something else.... a hell of a blowjob. Fuck. You almost had me. I was so close to pumping every thick drop straight down that sexy, ruined mouth of yours,” the old man growled triumphantly, inching closer. He shoved her roughly back against the cold metal door of the car. The force made Shipra lean hard against it, thighs splitting open, fully facing him.

He leered straight between her spread legs, big hands clamping down on both of her milky thighs and yanking them even wider. His eyes locked on her glistening, swollen folds—still gaped and twitching from his earlier fingering, shiny with her own leaking arousal.

“But why settle for just dumping a load down that pretty throat… when I’ve got two more itching, needy holes right here I can stretch and fill instead?” His voice dripped pure lust, eyes black with hunger.

He looked up at her face as his middle finger slowly dragged upward from her tight little asshole, sliding through the wet mess of her folds, taking its sweet fucking time. The teasing touch alone made her whimper. With his other hand he grabbed one of her swollen, sweat-slick tits and gave it a hard, punishing squeeze, kneading the soft flesh roughly while his finger kept gliding up and down her slits—parting her folds, smearing her juices, teasing every sensitive inch without giving her the penetration she clearly craved.

“So which hole do you prefer, darling?” he asked, pushing just the tip of his middle finger into her dripping pussy. “This greedy one?”



He slid the same finger down and forced it into her tight asshole instead. “Or this filthy little one?” He chuckled darkly, watching her completely surrender, body trembling under his hands.



Then, with a twisted, cunning grin, he shoved his index finger deep into her cunt while his middle finger stayed buried in her ass, pumping both holes at once. “Or both at the same fucking time?”



“Ohhhhh… ahhhhhh… no, please, I can’t—” Shipra tried to object, but it was already too late. He had total control.

“Not so bold now, are we?” he spat, voice thick with condescension and pure depravity. “No matter how modern or mouthy you bitches get… it only takes one real dominating cock to put you slutty married cows right back where you belong—underneath us, worshipping it, craving it, and getting bred full of cum. Now let’s see what else that past lover of yours taught this sleazy body.”

His hands shifted to her calves and forced her legs even wider, making her lift them high. Then he shifted his hips forward, settling right between her open thighs.

“Keep them parted wide, bitch,” he ordered. One hand dropped between his own legs, grabbing his heavy, thick cock. He laid the fat, veined shaft right across her lower abdomen, just above her pussy, and started tapping and rubbing the hot length against her soaked folds—using the heavy weight of it to push her lips apart, smearing her juices all over the underside of his cock as he teased her entrance without pushing in.



“Brace yourself, slut… once you’ve been stretched open by a thick circumcised cock, there’s no going back,” the old man growled as he notched the fat, blunt head of his cock right against the dripping entrance of her pussy and slowly started sinking his hips forward—
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“Ohhhhhh goddddd…. Patode—!”

Shipra’s moan tore out of her, loud and broken, as a powerful orgasm crashed through her body under the relentless oral assault of Patode’s tongue and lips buried between her spread legs. The phone slipped from her fingers and hit the cot. Her eyes squeezed shut, thighs clamping around his head while she rode out every pulsing wave of pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Shipra… why did you stop? What happened next—hellooooooo?!” Namrata’s frustrated, breathy voice crackled through the speaker, desperate for the rest of the story.

Shipra dragged in a shaky breath, fumbled for the phone, and brought it back to her face. Her voice was still rough and spent.
“Would you fucking hold on, Namrata? I was in the middle of a splendid goddamn orgasm.”

“Fucking selfish bitch… I’m right on the edge myself. Just tell me—how was it? How did your first circumcised dick feel? How long did that old bastard fuck you? Did he end up creampieing that married cunt or not?” Namrata fired the questions in a frantic rush, clearly fingering herself hard on the other end, chasing her own release.

“Some friend you are, Namrata… getting off on your friend having filthy, adulterous taboo sex with a complete stranger… dying to know if I got my pussy pumped full of his cum.” Shipra’s tone dripped with deliberate teasing, clearly enjoying making her wait and suffer.

“Yes, I’m an evil fucking friend,” Namrata shot back without shame. “The kind who loves hearing how her pious, conservative, loyal little housewife is cheating on her misogynist husband… letting any roadside old creep stretch and defile her. But remind you madam, it's only because this friend that you’re finally tasting real sexual freedom behind Alok’s back. So thank me for showing you how good cheating sex actually feels… for reminding you what you’ve been missing all these years. Want me to keep going?”

Shipra smiled, a faint flush of leftover shame mixing with residual lust on her face.
“All right…” she murmured, voice dropping lower as she picked up the story again. “So I was leaning hard against the car door, legs pushed up and spread wide by that hungry old bastard. God, it felt so fucking wrong and so erotic at the same time… I was so turned on by that crafty old man that I didn’t even notice Patode had left the car.”

She shifted the phone to the side and looked down. Patode was still between her thighs, wiping her juices from his face with her discarded top. He tossed the fabric aside, then leaned in again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her thin, already-soaked thong.

Shipra bit her lip hard and lifted her hips off the cot, letting Patode slowly peel the flimsy, ruined thong down over her ass and along her legs until it was gone. He twirled the soaked scrap around his fingers, staring up at her with dark hunger before tossing it towards Shipra making it land right between her tits.

“Finish the filthy little tale of your slutty dalliance, Shipra. After this we’re heading down for another round… I’ve got a few more gifts lined up to push that pleasure even higher. And keep the video call on—I’ve got some news for both of you.”

Shipra only nodded, a nervous, thrilling rush already sparking through her. The second Patode buried his face between her thighs again, her expression melted into pure erotic surrender. His tongue dragged slow and deliberate through her dripping folds, and the fresh wave of oral pleasure shot straight up her spine. She forced herself to stay coherent, shifting the phone back toward her face even as her hips began to roll against his mouth.

“Are you done?” Namrata’s voice came through, thick with sarcasm and barely-contained lust.

“Far from it,” Shipra winked, breath already hitching. “But let’s continue… The old bastard didn’t waste another second. He started pushing those hips forward, eager to sink into my cunt—and fuck, his efforts weren’t wasted. That thick, bulging mushroom head began parting my folds, Namrata… a real circumcised dick sliding into me. Damn, it was so fucking thick… way thicker than Alok...little more than Patode's… and even thicker than Viresh—”




She paused, a little shocked at how shamelessly disrespect for her husband and names of her lover's spilled out from her mouth while she compared the thickness of their dicks. On the other end of the call Namrata just smiled, eyes glassy, clearly enjoying every second of this newly unlocked slutty side of her friend.

“But before he could shove that heavy meat any deeper, my eyes caught my purse… the pack of condoms spilling out. That’s when it hit me—he was about to bury that bare cock inside my unprotected pussy. And I knew once he's inside me, he wouldn’t stop until he’d pumped every drop of cum straight into my fertile womb. You won’t believe it, Namrata… for a moment I actually hesitated. Part of me wanted to just let him. Let that old creep use me, fuck me raw, breed me right there in the back seat. But the sensible women still left in me snapped. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back just enough… but instead of asking him to stop or climbing out, all I could do was plead for him to put a condom on.”

Shipra’s breath stuttered as Patode licked deeper, slower, clearly trying to make her lose the thread. Remembering last night while his tongue was currently wrecking her only made the gooning haze thicker.

“Did he listen?” Namrata asked, voice low and hungry.

“Ahhh… hmmmm… noooo—” Shipra barely managed the words, thighs twitching. “No. He wasn’t pleased at all. He pinned my wrists up against the window, spat some filthy shit about how sluts like me deserved the potent cum of men like him… and just kept pushing that thick cock into me inch by inch, not giving a single fuck about the consequences. And in seconds which felt like hours, his mushroom head finally breached my folds and slipped inside. That’s when I realized Patode wasn’t even in the car anymore. I panicked. I was sure the old bastard was going to take exactly what he wanted… fuck me to his heart’s content and fill me up.”

“My god… that must have been scary,” Namrata whispered, though the wet sounds on her end said she was still fingering herself to every detail.

“Yeah… but right then Patode came back. Told the old creep to fuck off and got me out of there. Drove me straight to his place.” Shipra’s voice had gone thick and syrupy with lust, hips rolling steadily against Patode’s mouth now as she tried to skip over the details in an attempt to focus solely on the pleasure.

“That’s it? No real action? No men fighting over you? The old man just backed off?” Namrata sounded almost disappointed.

“It wasn’t calm. He cussed like a maniac… something about Patode going back on their little arrangement. But he stood no chance against Patode’s angry side.” Shipra managed to explain as her free hand drifted down, resting lightly on Patode’s head as he kept eating her. “So… unfortunately for me… I never got to feel that fine thick circumcised dick properly. Only if he’d put a condom on… god knows how far I would have let him go.” She chuckled, the sound breaking into a soft moan as Patode licked harder, deeper, clearly rewarding the filthy confession.

“Actually he did manage to push the tip inside you, Shipra,” Namrata pointed out, voice dripping with teasing. “And you already sucked him off… so you did experience it. Plus one to your body count, girl. That makes what… four?”

Shipra’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. “If you put it like that… yeah. Four counting that thick dick of that old creep.”

“I think Patode just got jealous sharing you and shut it down before he regretted it. He—” Namrata was still speaking when Patode suddenly reached up, took the phone from Shipra’s hand, and brought it to his own face, gleaming with Shipra’s slick arousal.

“I hope you enjoyed the whole filthy narration Namrata," Patode’s voice came out low and breathless, his face still gleaming with Shipra’s slick arousal. “But it’s time for a change of location. Come on, Shipra… let’s give Namrata an erotic show. She’s already dripping after hearing every dirty detail. I’ll make damn sure both my sluts cum together again—just like last time.”

Shipra sprawled across the cot lifted both arms high and wide, openly inviting him to lift her up. Patode smirked, then gripped her wrists and lifted her off the cot bringing her onto her knees. Without breaking a sweat in the very next moment in one swift smooth motion he lifted her by the waist and settled her against his body, her hands landing on either side of his broad, solid shoulders while her legs instinctively locked around his waist.

His strong hands immediately clamped under the full, round weight of her bubble butt, spreading the soft cheeks slightly as he held her firmly in place. The thick, hard length of his cock nestled perfectly into the warm cleft of her ass, the hot shaft pressing up between her thighs so that every small movement made the underside glide against her soaked folds. Their naked bodies crushed together—skin to skin, heat to heat—her soft breasts flattening against his chest, her dripping cunt already leaving wet trails along the underside of his cock.



Shipra angled the phone in her hand so the camera captured them both clearly for Namrata. Their eyes locked, heavy with the same burning hunger. Then she leaned in and claimed his mouth in a deep, passionate, sloppy kiss. Tongues met and tangled wetly, the lewd sounds of their mouths echoing through the phone.

Every step Patode took toward the door made his cock shift and rub against her, the friction teasing her swollen clit and making fresh rivulets of arousal trickle down the length of his shaft. Shipra’s cunt twitched and clenched around nothing, aching for more, while their lips stayed fused—kissing messily, hungrily, never breaking even as he carefully carried her down the stairs.

On the other end of the call, Namrata watched every filthy detail without blinking. She shoved her shorts down, yanked her panties to the side, and sank two fingers deep into her already-soaked cunt, curling them slowly as she edged herself—breath hitching, thighs trembling—in pure anticipation of the show about to unfold.


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“You know I wouldn’t do that,” Patode murmured, his voice low and amused as his palm settled possessively over the curve of Shipra’s ass. He gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze before delivering a light, teasing spank that made the soft flesh ripple. “Nothing non-consensual. Just raw craving and pure sexual hunger of this cheating slut. All I did was sit back and enjoy the show.” His fingers lingered, kneading the warm cheek as Shipra kept ramming her hips back into him. “Isn’t that right, Shipra madam?”

Shipra twisted to look over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and a lusty smile curving on her lips. There was no trace of anger or guilt in her voice—just a smoky, sarcastic heat. “Oh, you did more than just enjoy the show, Patode.” Shipra paused her action and continued, steadying her voice. “You let that creep get bold. You let him get comfortable while you sat there doing nothing. You could have kicked him out the second he touched me.... but you didn’t. You wanted to see how far I’d go, didn’t you?”



Patode’s smile turned sharper. He brought his hand down again—harder this time. The crisp slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet space, and Shipra’s breath hitched as a bright sting bloomed across her ass. Her thighs pressed together, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her throat.



“On the contrary, Shipra,” Patode replied, voice dropping into that familiar, controlling register that always made her pulse jump.  He drove forward hard, burying all nine inches of his thick rod balls deep inside her slick, dripping pussy. Each deep stroke punched the air from her lungs and forced a wet, obscene sound from the place where their bodies met. “It was YOU who lowered the window. It was YOU who reached out and wrapped your fingers around his cock. It was YOU who let him slide his hand between your thighs. And it was YOU—” another firm spank landed, making her jolt and bite her lip “—who couldn’t take your eyes off that thick, circumcised dick...dripping at the very thought of having it shoved down your married holes.”



He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear while his hips continued ramming her into a sexual bliss. Combined with the hard spanks striking the sensitive skin of her backside and his crude arrousing words pushed a huge orgasm to brew inside inside Shipra. “I only made sure you were safe. That you could explore the sexual freedom I’ve given you without anyone stopping you. Everything you did, Shipra, came from the insatiable sexual craving and deep-seated hunger of the filthy slut living inside you. All I did was provide the right circumstances to let her crawl out into the open. So don’t try to pin your own slutty behaviour on me.”



Shipra’s breathing grew heavier. The sharp, burning sting of every spank melted into a deep, throbbing heat that settled low in her belly, making her cunt pulse and drip. While his filthy words, words which should have offended her, words characterising her as a desperate sex starved bitch in heat, sank into her like another hard thrust, and her pussy walls clamped down greedily around the thick length of Patode’s cock pistoning into her from behind. Her eyes rolled back, knuckles whitening where she gripped the edge of the cot, body beginning to tremble as she reached the very edge.

Namrata finally broke in, voice tight with frustration and unmistakable curiosity. “Hold on—both of you. Which creep? Whose circumcised dick? I’m completely lost here. What the hell actually happened?”

Patode let out a breathless, dark laugh, hips snapping harder. "Patience Namrata. I will tell you every filthy detail. But first let me finish satisfying this cock-hungry bitch before she goes looking for new dicks to play with.”

With one sharp, dominant yank he wrenched both of Shipra’s arms behind her back, forcing her spine into a deep arch so her body hung suspended above the cot, tits swinging free, ass smashed in Patode's crotch, pussy fully impaled by his cock. He locked his left arm through the bend of her elbows, pinning her helpless, then slid his free hand around to maul her swollen tits, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh. “You want me to make you cum, Shipra?” he barked loud enough for Namrata to hear every word.



“Yesssss…” Shipra’s voice cracked out of her throat, raw and broken.

“Yes what, you cock-drunk slut?” Patode snarled, pinching the stiff nipples between thumb and finger and twisting hard until she cried out.

“Ahhhhh—oh fuckkkk—yes… yes, make me cum, Patode!” she shrieked, the sound a raw mix of pain and desperate pleasure as her pussy clenched greedily around him.

He smirked, slowing his thrusts deliberately, dragging his thick shaft almost all the way out before sliding back in with teasing, shallow strokes that left her trembling and empty. “Just like that creepy old stranger made you cum last night in the back seat of the car?"

“Oh godddd… fuckkk yes… just like he did… please, Patode… fuck me harder—ram that cock into me!” Shipra begged, all shame gone, voice ragged and filthy as she pushed her ass back, trying to force him deeper.

Namrata sat frozen on the other end of the call, completely mesmerized by the raw intensity, the filth, the pure depravity unfolding on her screen. Without even realizing it her hand had slipped between her thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing hard against her tingling, soaked pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts. She stared without blinking, lips parted, breath growing heavier with every second.

For the next few minutes the only sounds filling the video call were Patode’s deep, animalistic grunts, Shipra’s high-pitched, broken moans of ecstasy, and Namrata’s own increasingly laboured breathing. Then Shipra’s body suddenly locked up tight. Her back arched violently, every muscle seizing as a brutal orgasm ripped through her. She jerked and trembled hard, pussy convulsing and squirting around Patode’s thick cock in messy, rhythmic pulses while she cried out wordlessly.



The moment he released his crushing grip on her arms, her spent body collapsed face-down onto the cot, limp and shaking. Patode’s glistening cock slipped free of her well-fucked, dripping cunt , still rock-hard and twitching, coated in her release and throbbing with need.

“Take a breather, Shipra,” he growled, voice rough and lust-thick, sweat dripping down his chest. A dark, hungry grin spread across his face as he looked at her wrecked form. “We’re nowhere near done yet.” He slapped the heavy length of his cock against her flushed, stinging ass cheeks, smearing her own cum across the red skin.

Shipra’s body was still trembling with aftershocks, completely wrecked, yet a faint, satisfied, filthy little smile curved her lips. She lifted her head just enough to look straight into the camera—straight at Namrata—and slowly raised her hips, rubbing her slick, open pussy back against Patode’s waiting cock like a bitch in heat.

“I hope not Patode,” she murmured, voice hoarse and dripping with invitation.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Shipra,” Patode smirked, that cunning, filthy grin spreading across his face. “It is just the start. You can count on that.”

Before she could even open her mouth he grabbed her hips, flipped her hard onto her back, and dragged her down the cot. In one smooth, dominant lunge he straddled her chest, knees planted on either side of her ribs. His heavy, sweat-slick balls rested between her soft tits, and his thick, cock hovered right above her lips.



“Now get this irritating condom off my cock and suck it ready for the next round,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding, “while I finally scratch Namrata's itch who’s been dying to hear every slutty detail of her friend’s last night adventure.”

He grabbed the phone from the corner of the cot and angled the camera straight at his face staring directly into Namrata’s eyes. “Alright, Namrata… make sure you’re alone. This is going to get filthy. It all started with that little waist chain of hers…”

For the next few minutes he narrated every filthy detail of the previous night, voice thick with the memory. Shipra never stopped working him while he spoke—lips sliding wetly up and down his shaft, cheeks hollowing, the soft wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet room between his words. Every time she took him deeper, a low groan tore from Patode’s throat.



"......and with nowhere to go Shipra jumped in the backseat of the car joining the lucky old stranger who was ready with his extra thick cock ...it was both funny and erotic at the same time. Wasn't it Shipra?" He turned the camera, giving Namrata a close-up of Shipra’s pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock, saliva shining on her chin as she treated him like the sweetest lollipop she’d ever tasted.

“You know what was really funny, Patode?” Shipra managed to speak, her voice husky, lips swollen and shiny. She kept pumping him while she spoke. “How that old creep made those little snide comments about your masculinity… exactly the same way you talk about Alok.”

A smirk curled her mouth, bold and unrepentant even with his cock throbbing in her fist. Patode stared down at her, a flicker of genuine intrigue cutting through the heat.

"You liked it didn't you?" Patode’s eyes narrowed, voice low and rough. Before Shipra could answer he drove his cock straight down her throat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Shipra’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. She moaned around him, the vibration rolling up his shaft, and still she nodded—small, defiant, desperate. Her body had already given in completely to the need, but the dirtier he treated her the hotter and more unbreakable that attitude burned.

“Then you’re going to love it when I'll fuck you right in front of that wimp husband of yours,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “I will take you bareback in your own marital bed, humiliating him as he helplessly watches her wife getting satisfied and bred by a real man. Turning him into a proper little cuck.”

Shipra’s eyes flashed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathless, still smirking.

“Yeah, sure… like I will ever let that happen. But being the big pervert you are... last night, you sure were about to turn into a cuck yourself Patode...,”

Her tone stayed cool, mocking—but her thighs pressed together and her voice had gone soft and needy at the edges. Before he could answer she shoved him back against the cot and snatched the phone from his hand.

“Now go down on me and lap it all up,” she ordered, voice dropping into something raw and desperate. "while I tell this nosy little bitch the rest of the story.”

She spread her thighs wider, phone steady, eyes locked on the screen as she continued the narration going back into flashback.

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Porn stories anyone can write.. But focussing on a woman character during and after sex,only legends can write.. Hats off suraj.. This time i enjoy shipra choice of words.. The way speak... Wonderful... Even though she got fucked by patode, she still nt becoming submissive... She is trolling him even when getting drilled... She is commanding him to fuck... Woow... Superb attitude for shipra...

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“Mas,.'…” the old man’s voice came out low and thick with hunger as he finally covered the lower half of his face, eyes still roaming freely, greedily, over every curve of Shipra’s body from mere inches away. His gaze lingered on the rise of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, the soft flare of her hips barely hidden beneath the disordered folds of her saree. “Looks like… you finally caved to that little curiosity of yours of knowing how a circumcised dick really feels like.”

A shameless, knowing smile spread across his lips as he leaned closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over her skin.

Shipra’s eyes flicked toward the windows, scanning the empty street for any sign of movement, pulse still racing from what had already happened. “Don’t be delusional, you old creep,” she snapped, though her voice carried a residual tremor. “You just got lucky by being in the right place at the right time. Now get lost, you’ve seen more than enough to jerk yourself off for the rest of your life.”

He only chuckled, unfazed, the sound dark and intimate. “Keep playing haughty all you want, darling but a few minutes ago you were drooling for my cock. Aching with need as I fingered you in front of your lover."

Before she could retort, his hand slid boldly beneath the hiked-up fabric of her saree. Warm, calloused fingers found the bare skin of her thigh and climbed higher without hesitation, pushing the silk aside until he cupped the soft, still-slick heat between her legs. He pressed two fingers against her entrance, feeling how wet she remained, and dragged them slowly upward through her folds, circling her swollen clit with deliberate, filthy pressure.



Shipra’s body jerked hard at the filthy contact. Her hand shot up and clamped around his thick wrist, but she didn’t push him away. She stared straight into his eyes as his rough fingers kept working her open, digging deeper between her slick folds. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed one thick finger inside her dripping cunt, sinking it knuckle-deep while the other continued its merciless torment on her swollen, throbbing clit—rubbing tight, filthy circles that sent wet sounds echoing through the car.

Her grip on his wrist weakened with every thrust of that invading finger. His dominant, unapologetic handling of her body mixed with her own shameful cravings and the sheer depravity of how much she was enjoying this slutty, exposed side of herself made her arousal spike violently. An intense, scorching rush of pleasure ripped straight up her spine at his mere touch, drowning every last sensible thought she tried to cling to. Her hips gave a tiny, traitorous twitch—then another—pushing back against his hand, seeking more of that thick finger stretching her open.

“Still this fucking soaked,” he growled, voice thick and rough with lust. “Still throbbing for more. Don’t deny yourself the pleasuee, darling. Lover boy here already shot his load and left you aching. Your body is literally screaming for a release and I’m hard as hell needing to unload… so why don’t we help each other out?”



Shipra’s eyes flicked towards Patode in the front seat. His fist was wrapped around his semi-erect cock, slowly stroking it back to full hardness. He adjusted the rear-view mirror with his free hand, angling it perfectly so he could watch every filthy detail. Their eyes locked in the glass—challenging, hungry, neither willing to look away first.

“What should I do, Patode…?” Shipra whimpered, her voice thick and heavy with raw lust. She locked eyes with him in the mirror, deliberately letting him see every filthy detail. “This old creep is getting bolder by the second… fingers already buried in my cunt, playing with my clit like he owns it. If you’re just going to sit there like a silent spectator and not kick him out… I’m not sure how much longer I can resist letting him do whatever he wants to me.”

A slow, sensual, deliberately provocative smile curved her lips as she bit down on the lower one, soft and inviting. Then she spread her thighs wider—wide enough that the rear-view mirror gave Patode a perfect, unobstructed view of her glistening, open pussy and the old man’s fingers working inside her. She shifted her hips just enough to make it even more shameless, hoping the sight of another man’s hand claiming what was supposed to be his would finally spark real jealousy and force him to act.

But Patode only smiled back through the glass, unblinking, clearly feeding off every second of her teasing performance.

The old stranger leaned in closer, capitalising on the way Shipra was playing the teasing game. "He wants to watch you get used dear," he whispered in Shipra's ear, his voice dark and heavy. His other hand slithered behind her, around her waist and pulled her closer.

“And you're clearly enjoying teasing him. So let's give him an erotic show. I promise, I won't stop fucking you untill you are totally satisfied and can't take anymore,” he murmured, voice dark with promise.

Loosing patience, he yanked her saree all the way up to her waist in one rough motion, baring her lower body completely, then shoved her bra and blouse up—freeing both her soft, full tits so they spilled out, nipples tight and exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

“Ahhh…” Shipra moaned, the sound breaking free before she could stop it. “My god… you really are too horny and impatient for an old man.” She composed herself just enough to push lightly at his chest, though her body stayed pressed close. “I’m sure you’ll satisfy me to the core. Seeing that thick meat between your legs and how eager you are… I have no doubt. And you’re right—I’m very curious about how fucking good it will feel getting stretched open by that fat monster of yours… but—”

She leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around his heavy cock and beginning to stroke it slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. Her palm slid from the thick base to the flushed head, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there.

“—but it would be unfair to my lover here if I let you fuck me right away… when I made him wait weeks before I finally opened my legs for him. Don’t you think?”

“Fuck him…” the old man growled, voice rough with need. “He deserves it after such a disappointing performance.”

“If you want to play fair, Shipra…” Patode’s voice cut through the thick air as he twisted around in the front seat, fist still slowly pumping his now fully hard cock. His eyes burned into hers daring her to go further. “Then why don’t you drop that pretty mouth of yours and give him one of your special, sloppy blowjobs? If he manages to hold back and not blow his load down your throat… then you two can fuck right there in the back seat—raw, deep, and filthy—while I sit here and watch every single thrust. How’s that sound?”

"I don't know what little teasing game you both are playing here but I am up for anything as long as I get some pussy tonight," the old man spoke in a tone which was a mix of cockiness and impatience. He grabbed Shipra by her hair and shoved her head towards his crotch. "Go on slut. Suck. First I'll fuck your pretty little face then I'll tear that slutty cheating cunt with my dick, cumming deep inside your womb filling you up like never before."

Shipra tilted her head and locked eyes with Patode, pure anticipation burning in her gaze as she positioned herself on her knees. She raised her hips high, arched her back, swept her hair over one shoulder, and brought her soft, parted lips teasingly close to the thick, veined cock throbbing right in front of her face—so close her warm breath ghosted over the swollen head.

“Last chance, Patode,” she whispered, voice low and dripping with challenge. “If this old creep can actually walk the talk… you’re going to end up a full-blown cuck. Sitting there watching another man stretch and fill the cunt you claimed to own. You sure you can digest that?”

Patode smirked, but the usual cocky edge was gone. Something in the way she kneeled, the deliberate way she offered her mouth, and the words she threw at him scbangd against the carefully built image of himself as the alpha. He shrugged the feeling off and answered nonchalantly, though his voice carried a sharper edge.

“As I said… it’s not about me, Shipra. It’s about your sexual pleasure and liberation. So the real question isn’t whether I can take it. It’s whether you’re slutty enough to risk letting him fuck you… a stranger… right here in the back seat… while I watch every filthy second.”



Without a second thought, without another word, Shipra stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly, wetly, from the heavy base of the old man’s cock all the way up to the flushed tip in one long, filthy stroke. When she reached the head she spat thickly onto it—vulgar, deliberate—then wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked him slowly, coating every inch in a glistening mix of his precum and her saliva.

Finally, with a pure lustful smile still aimed at Patode, she parted her lips and lowered them over the thick cock, stretching her mouth wide as she slowly took him inside, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact with her lover. She wanted him to see every detail. She wanted him to regret it.

“Holy fuuuuuck—” the old man groaned, head tipping back as pleasure ripped through him. One rough hand shoved her saree higher up her back, completely exposing her naked, rounded ass. He groped one full cheek hard, then gave it a tight, possessive squeeze that left white fingerprints. “You really are a pro slut, aren’t you? Gotta say… your lover’s trained this mouth well.”

“Ahhhh—” Shipra moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sound vibrating against him, half pain, half pure filthy pleasure from the rough handling. She pulled off just long enough to speak, spit still connecting her lips to his cock. “Ohh yes… my lover trained me well, all right. But not this one. He’s just been enjoying the results… same way you’re enjoying them right now.”

The old man chuckled darkly at the open dig at Patode. “Haha… I would love to see what else your past lover taught you."

“Try not to cum too fast then,” Shipra purred, wrapping her fingers around his heavy balls and giving them a firm, deliberate squeeze as she looked up at him through her lashes. “You’ll find out soon enough. Think you can actually hold on, old man?”

“Give it your best shot, slut.” His smirk was pure challenge as he took another jab at Patode. “I’m not all talk and no substance like your soft-cock lover over there.”

In the next second he seized control completely—one big hand clamping the back of her head and shoving her face straight down onto his cock while he thrust his hips upward at the same time. The thick, veined shaft punched past her tongue and buried itself balls-deep in her throat in one brutal stroke. He immediately started fucking her face in hard, rhythmic, merciless thrusts, stretching her jaw to its absolute limit. Spit poured from the corners of her stretched lips, flooding down over his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping onto his thighs in thick, shiny strands.



The next few minutes stretched into pure, filthy intensity as Shipra attacked the old man’s cock with every ounce of skilled, slutty expertise she possessed—determined to break him, to make that thick shaft throb and spill down her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, took him deep on every downward stroke, tongue working the underside while her hand squeezed and rolled his heavy balls.

Glughhhh… glughhh… glughhhh

The car was filled with the wet, choking and filthy slurping soundtrack of Shipra’s sloppy blowjob. Those lewd oral sounds blended perfectly with the lower, wetter music of her body: the obscene, rhythmic squelch of his thick fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt.

The dual assault on her holes had already forced one hard orgasm out of her; now the crafty old man had two thick fingers buried deep inside her pussy, curling expertly against her swollen G-spot while a third teased and pressed against her tight, puckered hole. Every wet thrust, every filthy stretch, every press against that sensitive ring of muscle pushed her right to the edge again, her body trembling as a second, even more intense climax built fast and unstoppable.

In the front seat Patode’s cock had regained its full, rigid glory. He was breathing heavily, fist flying faster up and down his shaft as he watched every filthy detail. The old man smirked at him, never missing a thrust as he reached sideways, grabbed one of Shipra’s full, bouncing tits, and started mauling it like a stress ball.

“Lover boy…” the old man’s voice came out raw and crude, slightly breathless, sweat already beading on his forehead. “I don't think she's even bothered to make me cum anymore. So.....why don't you crank up the AC and go stand guard outside. Unlike you, I plan on taking my sweet time enjoying this bitch. Once I’m done ruining this little mouth I’m moving to her other holes—stretching and filling every single one until they’re loose and dripping. You wouldn’t want to be sitting here in a puddle of your own jizz while I squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of this ripe, cheating body… and breed this married cow full of cum right in front of you.”

Patode didn’t reply. He simply shook his head with a small, knowing smile, then quietly opened the car door and stepped out. Shipra was so completely lost in the act—so drowned in the building, throbbing pressure of the orgasm coiling tight in her core—that she never even registered the soft click of the door or the absence of her lover.

The old man grinned triumphly and suddenly yanked his slick fingers free from her twitching, dripping cunt, snatching the climax away right as it was about to shatter through her. Shipra groaned in raw, frustrated discontent, the sound low and needy. She immediately stopped sucking, pulled his thick cock from between her swollen lips with a wet pop, and sat up on her knees in the back seat, chest heaving as she dragged in heavy breaths.

Her face was utterly wrecked. Eyes glassy and watery, kajal smeared in dark streaks down her cheeks. Lips puffy, spit-slick, and completely stripped of lipstick. Her hair hung in a wild, tangled mess around her shoulders.

She wiped the back of her hand across her ruined mouth, then fixed the old man with a heavy-lidded, irritated stare—equal parts denial-fueled anger and lingering, aching lust.

“Dammnmm bitch....that was something else.... a hell of a blowjob. Fuck. You almost had me. I was so close to pumping every thick drop straight down that sexy, ruined mouth of yours,” the old man growled triumphantly, inching closer. He shoved her roughly back against the cold metal door of the car. The force made Shipra lean hard against it, thighs splitting open, fully facing him.

He leered straight between her spread legs, big hands clamping down on both of her milky thighs and yanking them even wider. His eyes locked on her glistening, swollen folds—still gaped and twitching from his earlier fingering, shiny with her own leaking arousal.

“But why settle for just dumping a load down that pretty throat… when I’ve got two more itching, needy holes right here I can stretch and fill instead?” His voice dripped pure lust, eyes black with hunger.

He looked up at her face as his middle finger slowly dragged upward from her tight little asshole, sliding through the wet mess of her folds, taking its sweet fucking time. The teasing touch alone made her whimper. With his other hand he grabbed one of her swollen, sweat-slick tits and gave it a hard, punishing squeeze, kneading the soft flesh roughly while his finger kept gliding up and down her slits—parting her folds, smearing her juices, teasing every sensitive inch without giving her the penetration she clearly craved.

“So which hole do you prefer, darling?” he asked, pushing just the tip of his middle finger into her dripping pussy. “This greedy one?”



He slid the same finger down and forced it into her tight asshole instead. “Or this filthy little one?” He chuckled darkly, watching her completely surrender, body trembling under his hands.



Then, with a twisted, cunning grin, he shoved his index finger deep into her cunt while his middle finger stayed buried in her ass, pumping both holes at once. “Or both at the same fucking time?”



“Ohhhhh… ahhhhhh… no, please, I can’t—” Shipra tried to object, but it was already too late. He had total control.

“Not so bold now, are we?” he spat, voice thick with condescension and pure depravity. “No matter how modern or mouthy you bitches get… it only takes one real dominating cock to put you slutty married cows right back where you belong—underneath us, worshipping it, craving it, and getting bred full of cum. Now let’s see what else that past lover of yours taught this sleazy body.”

His hands shifted to her calves and forced her legs even wider, making her lift them high. Then he shifted his hips forward, settling right between her open thighs.

“Keep them parted wide, bitch,” he ordered. One hand dropped between his own legs, grabbing his heavy, thick cock. He laid the fat, veined shaft right across her lower abdomen, just above her pussy, and started tapping and rubbing the hot length against her soaked folds—using the heavy weight of it to push her lips apart, smearing her juices all over the underside of his cock as he teased her entrance without pushing in.



“Brace yourself, slut… once you’ve been stretched open by a thick circumcised cock, there’s no going back,” the old man growled as he notched the fat, blunt head of his cock right against the dripping entrance of her pussy and slowly started sinking his hips forward—
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“Ohhhhhh goddddd…. Patode—!”

Shipra’s moan tore out of her, loud and broken, as a powerful orgasm crashed through her body under the relentless oral assault of Patode’s tongue and lips buried between her spread legs. The phone slipped from her fingers and hit the cot. Her eyes squeezed shut, thighs clamping around his head while she rode out every pulsing wave of pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Shipra… why did you stop? What happened next—hellooooooo?!” Namrata’s frustrated, breathy voice crackled through the speaker, desperate for the rest of the story.

Shipra dragged in a shaky breath, fumbled for the phone, and brought it back to her face. Her voice was still rough and spent.
“Would you fucking hold on, Namrata? I was in the middle of a splendid goddamn orgasm.”

“Fucking selfish bitch… I’m right on the edge myself. Just tell me—how was it? How did your first circumcised dick feel? How long did that old bastard fuck you? Did he end up creampieing that married cunt or not?” Namrata fired the questions in a frantic rush, clearly fingering herself hard on the other end, chasing her own release.

“Some friend you are, Namrata… getting off on your friend having filthy, adulterous taboo sex with a complete stranger… dying to know if I got my pussy pumped full of his cum.” Shipra’s tone dripped with deliberate teasing, clearly enjoying making her wait and suffer.

“Yes, I’m an evil fucking friend,” Namrata shot back without shame. “The kind who loves hearing how her pious, conservative, loyal little housewife is cheating on her misogynist husband… letting any roadside old creep stretch and defile her. But remind you madam, it's only because this friend that you’re finally tasting real sexual freedom behind Alok’s back. So thank me for showing you how good cheating sex actually feels… for reminding you what you’ve been missing all these years. Want me to keep going?”

Shipra smiled, a faint flush of leftover shame mixing with residual lust on her face.
“All right…” she murmured, voice dropping lower as she picked up the story again. “So I was leaning hard against the car door, legs pushed up and spread wide by that hungry old bastard. God, it felt so fucking wrong and so erotic at the same time… I was so turned on by that crafty old man that I didn’t even notice Patode had left the car.”

She shifted the phone to the side and looked down. Patode was still between her thighs, wiping her juices from his face with her discarded top. He tossed the fabric aside, then leaned in again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her thin, already-soaked thong.

Shipra bit her lip hard and lifted her hips off the cot, letting Patode slowly peel the flimsy, ruined thong down over her ass and along her legs until it was gone. He twirled the soaked scrap around his fingers, staring up at her with dark hunger before tossing it towards Shipra making it land right between her tits.

“Finish the filthy little tale of your slutty dalliance, Shipra. After this we’re heading down for another round… I’ve got a few more gifts lined up to push that pleasure even higher. And keep the video call on—I’ve got some news for both of you.”

Shipra only nodded, a nervous, thrilling rush already sparking through her. The second Patode buried his face between her thighs again, her expression melted into pure erotic surrender. His tongue dragged slow and deliberate through her dripping folds, and the fresh wave of oral pleasure shot straight up her spine. She forced herself to stay coherent, shifting the phone back toward her face even as her hips began to roll against his mouth.

“Are you done?” Namrata’s voice came through, thick with sarcasm and barely-contained lust.

“Far from it,” Shipra winked, breath already hitching. “But let’s continue… The old bastard didn’t waste another second. He started pushing those hips forward, eager to sink into my cunt—and fuck, his efforts weren’t wasted. That thick, bulging mushroom head began parting my folds, Namrata… a real circumcised dick sliding into me. Damn, it was so fucking thick… way thicker than Alok...little more than Patode's… and even thicker than Viresh—”




She paused, a little shocked at how shamelessly disrespect for her husband and names of her lover's spilled out from her mouth while she compared the thickness of their dicks. On the other end of the call Namrata just smiled, eyes glassy, clearly enjoying every second of this newly unlocked slutty side of her friend.

“But before he could shove that heavy meat any deeper, my eyes caught my purse… the pack of condoms spilling out. That’s when it hit me—he was about to bury that bare cock inside my unprotected pussy. And I knew once he's inside me, he wouldn’t stop until he’d pumped every drop of cum straight into my fertile womb. You won’t believe it, Namrata… for a moment I actually hesitated. Part of me wanted to just let him. Let that old creep use me, fuck me raw, breed me right there in the back seat. But the sensible women still left in me snapped. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back just enough… but instead of asking him to stop or climbing out, all I could do was plead for him to put a condom on.”

Shipra’s breath stuttered as Patode licked deeper, slower, clearly trying to make her lose the thread. Remembering last night while his tongue was currently wrecking her only made the gooning haze thicker.

“Did he listen?” Namrata asked, voice low and hungry.

“Ahhh… hmmmm… noooo—” Shipra barely managed the words, thighs twitching. “No. He wasn’t pleased at all. He pinned my wrists up against the window, spat some filthy shit about how sluts like me deserved the potent cum of men like him… and just kept pushing that thick cock into me inch by inch, not giving a single fuck about the consequences. And in seconds which felt like hours, his mushroom head finally breached my folds and slipped inside. That’s when I realized Patode wasn’t even in the car anymore. I panicked. I was sure the old bastard was going to take exactly what he wanted… fuck me to his heart’s content and fill me up.”

“My god… that must have been scary,” Namrata whispered, though the wet sounds on her end said she was still fingering herself to every detail.

“Yeah… but right then Patode came back. Told the old creep to fuck off and got me out of there. Drove me straight to his place.” Shipra’s voice had gone thick and syrupy with lust, hips rolling steadily against Patode’s mouth now as she tried to skip over the details in an attempt to focus solely on the pleasure.

“That’s it? No real action? No men fighting over you? The old man just backed off?” Namrata sounded almost disappointed.

“It wasn’t calm. He cussed like a maniac… something about Patode going back on their little arrangement. But he stood no chance against Patode’s angry side.” Shipra managed to explain as her free hand drifted down, resting lightly on Patode’s head as he kept eating her. “So… unfortunately for me… I never got to feel that fine thick circumcised dick properly. Only if he’d put a condom on… god knows how far I would have let him go.” She chuckled, the sound breaking into a soft moan as Patode licked harder, deeper, clearly rewarding the filthy confession.

“Actually he did manage to push the tip inside you, Shipra,” Namrata pointed out, voice dripping with teasing. “And you already sucked him off… so you did experience it. Plus one to your body count, girl. That makes what… four?”

Shipra’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. “If you put it like that… yeah. Four counting that thick dick of that old creep.”

“I think Patode just got jealous sharing you and shut it down before he regretted it. He—” Namrata was still speaking when Patode suddenly reached up, took the phone from Shipra’s hand, and brought it to his own face, gleaming with Shipra’s slick arousal.

“I hope you enjoyed the whole filthy narration Namrata," Patode’s voice came out low and breathless, his face still gleaming with Shipra’s slick arousal. “But it’s time for a change of location. Come on, Shipra… let’s give Namrata an erotic show. She’s already dripping after hearing every dirty detail. I’ll make damn sure both my sluts cum together again—just like last time.”

Shipra sprawled across the cot lifted both arms high and wide, openly inviting him to lift her up. Patode smirked, then gripped her wrists and lifted her off the cot bringing her onto her knees. Without breaking a sweat in the very next moment in one swift smooth motion he lifted her by the waist and settled her against his body, her hands landing on either side of his broad, solid shoulders while her legs instinctively locked around his waist.

His strong hands immediately clamped under the full, round weight of her bubble butt, spreading the soft cheeks slightly as he held her firmly in place. The thick, hard length of his cock nestled perfectly into the warm cleft of her ass, the hot shaft pressing up between her thighs so that every small movement made the underside glide against her soaked folds. Their naked bodies crushed together—skin to skin, heat to heat—her soft breasts flattening against his chest, her dripping cunt already leaving wet trails along the underside of his cock.



Shipra angled the phone in her hand so the camera captured them both clearly for Namrata. Their eyes locked, heavy with the same burning hunger. Then she leaned in and claimed his mouth in a deep, passionate, sloppy kiss. Tongues met and tangled wetly, the lewd sounds of their mouths echoing through the phone.

Every step Patode took toward the door made his cock shift and rub against her, the friction teasing her swollen clit and making fresh rivulets of arousal trickle down the length of his shaft. Shipra’s cunt twitched and clenched around nothing, aching for more, while their lips stayed fused—kissing messily, hungrily, never breaking even as he carefully carried her down the stairs.

On the other end of the call, Namrata watched every filthy detail without blinking. She shoved her shorts down, yanked her panties to the side, and sank two fingers deep into her already-soaked cunt, curling them slowly as she edged herself—breath hitching, thighs trembling—in pure anticipation of the show about to unfold.


The End  

Brilliant update...
Intellectual writting..
I loved the choice of words from shipra in this update...
Even her attitude was superb..
On the whole an extra ordinary stuff

[Suvamani]

For the first time, I truly wish I were a poet… not because I want to write poetry, but because I wish I had the words to describe your story. Your story is so beautiful and profound that ordinary words simply don’t feel enough to do it justice.