20-08-2024, 08:15 PM
Without hesitation, Namrata reached for the waistband of his underwear, her movements slow and deliberate. As she peeled it down, his cock sprang free, imposing and commanding attention. Fully erect between their faces, the sheer size of it left both women momentarily breathless, their eyes locked on the impressive length and thickness that pulsed with life before them. Veins snaked along the shaft, each one throbbing as blood coursed through, making him rock hard. Patode, savoring their reactions, slowly peeled back his foreskin, revealing the engorged, glistening head. Precum oozed from the tip, a tantalizing bead that hinted at the intense pleasure to come.
Giving a handjob wasn't unfamiliar territory for Shipra. She had often pleasured Alok with her hands. But this—pleasuring another man—felt profoundly different. Immoral, even degrading. The weight of what she was about to do pressed heavily on her conscience, but she pushed those feelings aside, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. With a deep breath and trembling fingers, Shipra reached out and wrapped her hand around Patode's thick, throbbing cock. The size and heat of it caught her off guard. It was nothing like Alok's familiar touch—this was larger, harder, and seemed to vibrate with a potent, almost dangerous energy. A comparison flashed in her mind—Viresh. The similarity was striking, and the thought both unsettled and intrigued her.
As she tightened her grip and began to stroke him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she tried to ignore the guilt gnawing at her. The roughness of his skin against her palm, the way his cock pulsed with each stroke—it was all overwhelming. Beside her, Namrata leaned in, her hands reaching for Patode's balls. She cradled them gently, massaging them with a slow, teasing rhythm. The two women moved in unison, their actions synchronized, though neither of them spoke.
“That’s not going to cut it, Shipra,” Patode taunted. “You can stroke all you want, but if you really want to make me cum, you’ll have to get down and dirty.” He paused, savoring the control he wielded over her, his eyes darkening with desire. “Why don’t you take off your top and bra? I’ve already seen you topless anyway. Let’s put those milky tits of yours on full display—the view from above will give me the perfect stimulation.” A wicked grin spreading across his face as he relished the sight of two women at his mercy, pleasuring him simultaneously. The thrill of dominance coursed through him, making his cock throb even harder in Shipra’s trembling hand.
Shipra ignored Patode's lewd commentary and focused on increasing her pace, determined to block out his taunts. But as the seconds ticked by, her confidence began to waver. Two minutes in, the realization crept in—Patode was right. Her efforts alone weren’t enough to push him over the edge.
Beside her, Namrata leaned in and whispered softly, her voice carrying the weight of experience. “A simple handjob won’t cut it, Shipra. You’re wasting time. You can’t hold back. If you do, you’ll lose. Remember the endgame. Just let go of your inhibitions for the next ten minutes—be shameless, make him eat his words.”
With that, Namrata made the first move, slipping her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Her boldness was a clear challenge, a silent nudge urging Shipra to follow suit. The message was clear: if they were going to take control, they had to embrace the role completely. Shipra hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she weighed her options. But the pressure was mounting, and Namrata’s actions left little room for second-guessing. Taking a deep breath, Shipra steeled herself, knowing that to win this twisted game, she would have to step outside her comfort zone. Namrata’s words echoed in her mind—just be shameless. With a resolute determination, she let go of Patode's cock as she began to shed her own top, preparing to push herself further than she ever had before.
Patode wore a triumphant look, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Just in a few more moments, Shipra, and you’ll be mine—my bitch for the rest of your time here,” he mused silently, the thought feeding his twisted sense of power. Shipra knelt before him, now clad in nothing but her skin-colored bra, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. As she glanced up, she found Patode staring back at her, his eyes dark with desire and a malicious smile curling on his lips.
Before she could think of her next step, Namrata made her move. Her fingers, deft and experienced, slipped behind Shipra’s back, and with a swift, practiced motion, she unclasped the hook of her bra. Shipra barely had time to react before Namrata tugged the straps off her shoulders, leaving her bare-chested and vulnerable. Patode’s smile widened, his eyes drinking in the sight of Shipra’s naked breasts, now fully on display. "That's more like it", Patode murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs parted wide apart, his curved long dick rising straight up like a pole.
Both Namrata and Shipra were now topless, their bare chests exposed to the charged air between them and Patode. The contrast between the two women only heightened the appeal of the scene. Namrata's breasts were smaller but perfectly shaped, with a firmness that made them stand out proudly on her chest. Her nipples were taut, a subtle but unmistakable sign of her arousal.
Shipra's breasts, on the other hand, were fuller, heavier, their weight causing a slight, natural sag. They carried a different kind of beauty, one that spoke of maturity and sensuality.
The differences between them only made the scene more intoxicating. Patode’s eyes roved hungrily from one woman to the other, savoring the unique beauty each offered. Namrata’s taut, athletic figure exuded a quiet confidence, while Shipra’s voluptuous form spoke of a deep, untapped sensuality.
"Now, follow my lead," Namrata pegged Shipra. With a practiced grace, she pulled her hair back and spread her thighs wider, settling into a position of complete submission, yet there was an unmistakable power in her actions. Her eyes locked onto Shipra’s, silently urging her to keep pace, to embrace the inevitable. Namrata then slowly bent forward, her gaze never wavering from Shipra’s, as she reached out and took hold of Patode’s throbbing cock. There was no hesitation in her touch, no second-guessing. She guided his thick shaft to her lips with ease, opening her mouth to welcome him in. The moment his cock slid past her lips, the room was filled with the sound of her wet mouth enveloping him, a lewd, unmistakable noise that sent a shiver of excitement through the air. Namrata took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she began to work him with an expert rhythm. The wet heat of her mouth was too much for Patode to resist, and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, his head tipping back in pleasure. Each movement of her head, each flick of her tongue, was calculated to draw the maximum response from him, and she did it with a skill that spoke of experience and control.
Shipra watched the scene unfold before her, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. The vulgarity of the act clashed with the raw, undeniable power Namrata displayed, leaving Shipra momentarily stunned. The sight of Namrata’s lips wrapped around Patode’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in deeper, was both jarring and mesmerizing. In that moment, Shipra realized she was witnessing something far beyond simple submission—it was a display of dominance in its own right, a way of claiming control in a situation that had threatened to strip them of it. The reality of what she needed to do next began to sink in, the weight of it settling heavily on her shoulders.
With hesitant movement she inched closer, her heart pounded in her chest, and her mouth felt parched. The mix of disgust and dread that had filled her moments before seemed to dissolve, replaced by a cold, numbing acceptance. She could no longer fight the reality of what was unfolding before her—the twisted dynamics, the unspoken power struggle. The situation demanded her surrender, and she found herself yielding, letting go of the resistance that had held her back.
"That’s it, Shipra. Come closer," Patode urged, his voice laced with a seductive tone that was both commanding and persuasive. "Let my cock feel the softness of your lips, the warmth of your mouth. Join Namrata and suck me dry." His words dripped with anticipation, coaxing her to cross the final line. Shipra found herself kneeling between Patode’s powerful thighs, her body tense as she moved closer to his crotch. Her breath came in shallow, nervous gasps, her face now mere inches away from his throbbing erection. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her—Namrata’s lips wrapped tightly around Patode’s cock, her head moving with a steady, practiced rhythm as she pleasured him with unwavering focus.
Namrata released Patode's cock from her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, a wet pop filling the air as she backed away slightly, creating space for Shipra to step in. She wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes locking with Shipra's in a silent invitation. The unspoken message was clear: it was Shipra's turn.
Shipra's gaze remained transfixed on Patode's glistening cock, now wet and twitching with anticipation. The sight was hypnotic, the thick shaft pulsing with a life of its own, eager for the attention Namrata had primed it for. " It's your turn, Shipra," Namrata coaxed, her voice both gentle and insistent. "Suck him. Make him cum, while I seduce him." Her words were like a command wrapped in velvet, and as she spoke, she rose to her feet, her movements slow and sensual. Standing just a few inches away, Namrata began to peel her panties down, her eyes never leaving Patode’s, a calculated act of seduction meant to heighten his arousal.
Shipra stole a quick glance back at Namrata, needing the reassurance of her presence. Namrata's calm expression and steady gaze grounded her in the surreal moment. It was a small comfort, but enough to push her forward. Turning her focus back to Patode, Shipra found herself mere inches away from his cock. Her breath caught in her throat as the tip of it hovered just before her lips, so close that she could feel its heat. Instinctively, her mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping her as her lips almost brushed against the head of his cock. The reality of what she was about to do surged through her, as Shipra readied herself to take the plunge into the depths of what she knew she could no longer resist.
BEEP! The sharp sound of Shipra’s phone shattered the thick silence that had engulfed the room. The screen lit up with a notification, casting a brief glow across the darkened space. Patode's head snapped back toward the source of the sound, his expression shifting from eager anticipation to sudden irritation while Shipra’s trance broke, the hypnotic hold of the moment dissolving as her attention shifted towards the glowing screen.
End of Chapter 16 : Flight or Fight: Part 2
Giving a handjob wasn't unfamiliar territory for Shipra. She had often pleasured Alok with her hands. But this—pleasuring another man—felt profoundly different. Immoral, even degrading. The weight of what she was about to do pressed heavily on her conscience, but she pushed those feelings aside, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. With a deep breath and trembling fingers, Shipra reached out and wrapped her hand around Patode's thick, throbbing cock. The size and heat of it caught her off guard. It was nothing like Alok's familiar touch—this was larger, harder, and seemed to vibrate with a potent, almost dangerous energy. A comparison flashed in her mind—Viresh. The similarity was striking, and the thought both unsettled and intrigued her.
As she tightened her grip and began to stroke him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as she tried to ignore the guilt gnawing at her. The roughness of his skin against her palm, the way his cock pulsed with each stroke—it was all overwhelming. Beside her, Namrata leaned in, her hands reaching for Patode's balls. She cradled them gently, massaging them with a slow, teasing rhythm. The two women moved in unison, their actions synchronized, though neither of them spoke.
“That’s not going to cut it, Shipra,” Patode taunted. “You can stroke all you want, but if you really want to make me cum, you’ll have to get down and dirty.” He paused, savoring the control he wielded over her, his eyes darkening with desire. “Why don’t you take off your top and bra? I’ve already seen you topless anyway. Let’s put those milky tits of yours on full display—the view from above will give me the perfect stimulation.” A wicked grin spreading across his face as he relished the sight of two women at his mercy, pleasuring him simultaneously. The thrill of dominance coursed through him, making his cock throb even harder in Shipra’s trembling hand.
Shipra ignored Patode's lewd commentary and focused on increasing her pace, determined to block out his taunts. But as the seconds ticked by, her confidence began to waver. Two minutes in, the realization crept in—Patode was right. Her efforts alone weren’t enough to push him over the edge.
Beside her, Namrata leaned in and whispered softly, her voice carrying the weight of experience. “A simple handjob won’t cut it, Shipra. You’re wasting time. You can’t hold back. If you do, you’ll lose. Remember the endgame. Just let go of your inhibitions for the next ten minutes—be shameless, make him eat his words.”
With that, Namrata made the first move, slipping her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Her boldness was a clear challenge, a silent nudge urging Shipra to follow suit. The message was clear: if they were going to take control, they had to embrace the role completely. Shipra hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she weighed her options. But the pressure was mounting, and Namrata’s actions left little room for second-guessing. Taking a deep breath, Shipra steeled herself, knowing that to win this twisted game, she would have to step outside her comfort zone. Namrata’s words echoed in her mind—just be shameless. With a resolute determination, she let go of Patode's cock as she began to shed her own top, preparing to push herself further than she ever had before.
Patode wore a triumphant look, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Just in a few more moments, Shipra, and you’ll be mine—my bitch for the rest of your time here,” he mused silently, the thought feeding his twisted sense of power. Shipra knelt before him, now clad in nothing but her skin-colored bra, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. As she glanced up, she found Patode staring back at her, his eyes dark with desire and a malicious smile curling on his lips.
Before she could think of her next step, Namrata made her move. Her fingers, deft and experienced, slipped behind Shipra’s back, and with a swift, practiced motion, she unclasped the hook of her bra. Shipra barely had time to react before Namrata tugged the straps off her shoulders, leaving her bare-chested and vulnerable. Patode’s smile widened, his eyes drinking in the sight of Shipra’s naked breasts, now fully on display. "That's more like it", Patode murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs parted wide apart, his curved long dick rising straight up like a pole.
Both Namrata and Shipra were now topless, their bare chests exposed to the charged air between them and Patode. The contrast between the two women only heightened the appeal of the scene. Namrata's breasts were smaller but perfectly shaped, with a firmness that made them stand out proudly on her chest. Her nipples were taut, a subtle but unmistakable sign of her arousal.
Shipra's breasts, on the other hand, were fuller, heavier, their weight causing a slight, natural sag. They carried a different kind of beauty, one that spoke of maturity and sensuality.
The differences between them only made the scene more intoxicating. Patode’s eyes roved hungrily from one woman to the other, savoring the unique beauty each offered. Namrata’s taut, athletic figure exuded a quiet confidence, while Shipra’s voluptuous form spoke of a deep, untapped sensuality.
"Now, follow my lead," Namrata pegged Shipra. With a practiced grace, she pulled her hair back and spread her thighs wider, settling into a position of complete submission, yet there was an unmistakable power in her actions. Her eyes locked onto Shipra’s, silently urging her to keep pace, to embrace the inevitable. Namrata then slowly bent forward, her gaze never wavering from Shipra’s, as she reached out and took hold of Patode’s throbbing cock. There was no hesitation in her touch, no second-guessing. She guided his thick shaft to her lips with ease, opening her mouth to welcome him in. The moment his cock slid past her lips, the room was filled with the sound of her wet mouth enveloping him, a lewd, unmistakable noise that sent a shiver of excitement through the air. Namrata took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she began to work him with an expert rhythm. The wet heat of her mouth was too much for Patode to resist, and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, his head tipping back in pleasure. Each movement of her head, each flick of her tongue, was calculated to draw the maximum response from him, and she did it with a skill that spoke of experience and control.
Shipra watched the scene unfold before her, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. The vulgarity of the act clashed with the raw, undeniable power Namrata displayed, leaving Shipra momentarily stunned. The sight of Namrata’s lips wrapped around Patode’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in deeper, was both jarring and mesmerizing. In that moment, Shipra realized she was witnessing something far beyond simple submission—it was a display of dominance in its own right, a way of claiming control in a situation that had threatened to strip them of it. The reality of what she needed to do next began to sink in, the weight of it settling heavily on her shoulders.
With hesitant movement she inched closer, her heart pounded in her chest, and her mouth felt parched. The mix of disgust and dread that had filled her moments before seemed to dissolve, replaced by a cold, numbing acceptance. She could no longer fight the reality of what was unfolding before her—the twisted dynamics, the unspoken power struggle. The situation demanded her surrender, and she found herself yielding, letting go of the resistance that had held her back.
"That’s it, Shipra. Come closer," Patode urged, his voice laced with a seductive tone that was both commanding and persuasive. "Let my cock feel the softness of your lips, the warmth of your mouth. Join Namrata and suck me dry." His words dripped with anticipation, coaxing her to cross the final line. Shipra found herself kneeling between Patode’s powerful thighs, her body tense as she moved closer to his crotch. Her breath came in shallow, nervous gasps, her face now mere inches away from his throbbing erection. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her—Namrata’s lips wrapped tightly around Patode’s cock, her head moving with a steady, practiced rhythm as she pleasured him with unwavering focus.
Namrata released Patode's cock from her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, a wet pop filling the air as she backed away slightly, creating space for Shipra to step in. She wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes locking with Shipra's in a silent invitation. The unspoken message was clear: it was Shipra's turn.
Shipra's gaze remained transfixed on Patode's glistening cock, now wet and twitching with anticipation. The sight was hypnotic, the thick shaft pulsing with a life of its own, eager for the attention Namrata had primed it for. " It's your turn, Shipra," Namrata coaxed, her voice both gentle and insistent. "Suck him. Make him cum, while I seduce him." Her words were like a command wrapped in velvet, and as she spoke, she rose to her feet, her movements slow and sensual. Standing just a few inches away, Namrata began to peel her panties down, her eyes never leaving Patode’s, a calculated act of seduction meant to heighten his arousal.
Shipra stole a quick glance back at Namrata, needing the reassurance of her presence. Namrata's calm expression and steady gaze grounded her in the surreal moment. It was a small comfort, but enough to push her forward. Turning her focus back to Patode, Shipra found herself mere inches away from his cock. Her breath caught in her throat as the tip of it hovered just before her lips, so close that she could feel its heat. Instinctively, her mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping her as her lips almost brushed against the head of his cock. The reality of what she was about to do surged through her, as Shipra readied herself to take the plunge into the depths of what she knew she could no longer resist.
BEEP! The sharp sound of Shipra’s phone shattered the thick silence that had engulfed the room. The screen lit up with a notification, casting a brief glow across the darkened space. Patode's head snapped back toward the source of the sound, his expression shifting from eager anticipation to sudden irritation while Shipra’s trance broke, the hypnotic hold of the moment dissolving as her attention shifted towards the glowing screen.
End of Chapter 16 : Flight or Fight: Part 2
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