Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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Chapter 26: The Puppet and her Master: Part 2

"Hurry up, Shipra," Patode murmured, his voice low and dripping with urgency. "I can't wait any longer and I can tell neither can you. I can see it in your eyes—the hunger, the desperation. You want it to feel it again, don’t you? That raw unfiltered pleasure of being stuffed by my monster dick stretching your tight, cheating cunt like never before. The way it made you lose control, made you scream and beg for more. You're craving it again, that release, that primal satisfaction that you never experienced before and which only I can give you." His words, crude and deliberate, hung in the air, each syllable intensifying the storm brewing within her.

“And don’t worry,” Patode said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He held it up between his fingers, the foil catching the light. “I came prepared this time. No more excuses, Shipra. You're going to get fucked right here, right now.”

Patode’s hands moved with practiced precision as he tore open the condom, his eyes never leaving Shipra’s. In one fluid motion, he rolled the condom down over his cock, and continued stroking his dick. His movements quickened, charged with intent, as though every action was carefully orchestrated to shatter any remaining shred of her resistance. His body spoke volumes, exuding confidence and dominance, and Shipra felt herself crumbling under the weight of his commanding presence. Her mind screamed to stop, to run, to push him away—but her body betrayed her. A warm tingling sensation spread through her, an undeniable ache building deep within, fueled by the explicit images his words conjured.

Shipra’s breath hitched as her hands drifted down her thighs, seemingly of their own accord. Her gaze locked onto Patode’s brazen movements, unable to tear herself away. The memory of last night—the overwhelming pleasure, the intensity of body shattering orgasms one after the other, the dizzying loss of control—flooded her senses. It was a sensation so strong, so consuming, that it rendered her usual resolve meaningless.

Despite the mental battle raging within her, Shipra felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender. The guilt of cheating her husband, the shame of letting her arrousal overshadow her marital vows and the vulgarity of her actions kept gnawing at her. Yet here she was, trembling under the weight of her own desires, desires that had lain dormant for so long she had almost forgotten they existed. But last night Patode had awakened something in her - a primal, unfiltered part of herself that she had long buried beneath layers of propriety and self-restraint.

The shame and guilt was undeniable, but they weren't as strong as the regret she felt for denying herself such pleasure for so long. All morning, she had been fighting the urge to relive the ecstasy Patode had given her and had barely been able convinced herself to leave. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his touch, hear his voice, and taste the forbidden thrill of their passion. More than the guilt and shame of her actions, she hated how desperately she craved for more. How easily Patode had unraveled her defenses, exposing the horny and wild side of her.

The pleasure he had given her wasn’t just physical—it was electric, mind-altering, and liberating in a way that terrified her. Was it Patode’s sexual prowess, the size of his cock or his physical capabilities in the bed? Or was it the sheer taboo nature of their affair, the danger and illicitness of being with a man who wasn’t her husband? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that the intensity of what she felt with him eclipsed everything she had ever known. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was pure, unadulterated lust—a desire so fierce it blurred the lines between right and wrong, drowning out her better judgment.

One thing was unmistakably clear to her as she stood there, trembling with anticipation: she can't control her physical urges any more. She craved the same intoxicating pleasure that had consumed her the night before. No matter how deeply it clashed with her morals, no matter how dangerous or wrong it felt, the desire coursed through her veins like fire. The thought of the risk, of the consequences if they were caught, only seemed to heighten her arousal. Her body had already betrayed her, moving on its own, her resolve unraveling with each passing moment. Slowly, almost instinctively, her hands reached for the edge of her saree, and she began lifting it, inch by tantalizing inch.

"Yes, Shipra," Patode growled, his voice thick with lust, his eyes dark and hungry as they devoured every movement. "Pull it all the way up. Let me see that erotic, sensual body of yours again." His voice was low but commanding, dripping with anticipation as his gaze remained locked on her, unblinking. "Isn’t it thrilling?" he continued, his tone turning into a provocative hiss. "Stripping so brazenly in a public place, knowing you could be caught at any moment. I bet you’ve never done anything remotely like this for Alok. That poor wimp."

Shipra’s breath caught at the sound of his words. The truth of his statement struck her like a bolt, sending a shiver down her spine. She bit her lower lip, a futile attempt to suppress the wave of arousal that surged within her. He was right—she and Alok had never explored anything this wild, this daring. Their intimacy had always been confined to the predictable rhythms of a conventional marriage. Alok, though kind and caring, lacked the adventurous spirit that could unlock her hidden desires. And so, over the years, she had reasoned with herself, convincing herself it wasn’t important.

But here, now, under Patode’s piercing gaze, that buried side of her was rising to the surface, unapologetically bold and unrestrained. The very act of lifting her saree in such a forbidden place—her own office branch, no less—sent an electrifying jolt through her. The sheer audacity of it, the knowledge that anyone could walk in at any moment, made her heart race and her body hum with anticipation.

"You feel it, don’t you?" Patode whispered, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. "The rush, the thrill of breaking every rule. Doing the forbidden and giving in to your true slutty self. I can sense it in your trembling body, Shipra. You’re loving every second of it."

Shipra closed her eyes briefly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The truth was undeniable. She was caught in a whirlwind of lust and adrenaline, a heady cocktail that blurred the lines between right and wrong. The mere act of exposing herself to Patode, of giving in to his commands, was enough to bring her to the edge of an orgasm. Her senses went into overdrive with anticipation as her saree slid above her hips, revealing it all to him.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the guilt, not the risk, not the vows she had once held sacred. All that existed was the raw, unrelenting desire to feel that pleasure again—to lose herself completely, even if only for a few stolen moments.

"Damn, Shipra," Patode said, his voice a mixture of excitement and raw lust, his eyes widening as he drank in the sight before him. "Look at that wet patch on your panties. Did you have an orgasm from just exposing yourself to me?" His tone was thick with both astonishment and desire, his words designed to fan the flames of her arousal even further.

Shipra’s hands trembled slightly as she held her saree above her milky thighs, exposing herself to his ravenous gaze. The soft fabric of her light blue cotton panties clung to her curves, the dampness between her legs unmistakable. A dark, wet patch had spread across the center, showcasing the depth of her arousal. The sight of her own desire so visibly displayed sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

She stood there, her breathing shallow and uneven, her eyes locked onto Patode’s. There was no need for words; her expression said everything. Her face was a portrait of complete surrender, her eyes heavy with need, her lips parted as if silently inviting him to take her. Every trace of hesitation, every shred of resistance, had melted away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to let go, to give herself entirely to the illicit pleasure he offered.

Patode stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. His hands itched to touch her, to claim her, but for the moment, he let his words and his eyes do the work. "Who knew you were such a slut. Even dirtier than a slut I would say," he murmured, his voice low and reverent, intended to humiliate her. "I bet no one has ever made you this wet before, not even your precious husband."

Shipra’s pulse quickened at his words, the sheer dominance in his tone sending shivers down her spine. She felt a surge of exhilaration, a forbidden thrill at the sheer audacity of his comment. Here she was, exposing her most vulnerable self to him in a place where they could be caught at any moment and all she could do in response to Patode's vulgar humiliation was a slow, deliberate and shameless nod.

Patode’s gaze roamed over every inch of her exposed flesh, lingering on the damp patch that betrayed her uncontrollable arousal. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the way her thighs trembled, her body crying out for being taken. “Don’t just stand there, you cheating slut,” he growled, his voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the thick tension in the room. “Pull down those wet little panties and get ready to be fucked. I’ll show you exactly how I deal with horny, cheating bitches like you.”

The crude words hit Shipra like a jolt, but instead of recoiling, she felt her arousal spike. The humiliation, the dominance in his tone, only fueled the fire burning inside her. She was too far gone to process the degrading nature of his command, too consumed by the throbbing need that had taken over her body. Her hands moved on autopilot, trembling but eager, as she bit down on the edge of her saree to hold it in place, freeing her hands.

Without hesitation, her fingers found the waistband of her soaked panties, the flimsy fabric clinging stubbornly to her damp skin. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to slide them down her hips. As the delicate material peeled away, it revealed the full extent of her arousal. The lower strip of her panties, soaked through, clung to her slick folds, and as it finally came free, a thick strand of her juices stretched between the fabric and her exposed skin. Her pussy, glistening with arousal, was shamelessly exposed, every inch of her slick, swollen folds laid bare for Patode's ravenous eyes.

The panties slipped lower, sliding over her trembling thighs before catching at her tightly pressed knees, the damp fabric clinging to her skin as if reluctant to part. Now fully exposed, Shipra stood there, her breath shallow and uneven, her body trembling under the intensity of Patode’s gaze. His eyes roamed over her with unrestrained hunger, drinking in every glistening detail, every curve, every shimmering drop, as though she were an offering presented solely for his visual delight.

Patode’s eyes burned with intensity, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stepped closer. “That’s more like it,” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction and authority. His gaze roamed over her trembling body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh, from her heaving chest to the glistening wetness between her legs. “This is the real you, Shipra. The side you’ve been hiding, the side you’re too scared to bring out. A horny, submissive married bitch drooling for another man’s cock. Look at yourself—naked, dripping, and desperate, standing in the middle of your own office like some shameless slut, ready to be fucked.”

He stepped even closer, his words slicing through the charged air like a blade. “Tell me, Shipra,”  he continued, his tone low and taunting, “do you think Alok would recognize this side of you? Does he even know how insatiable women his wife is? Who can’t wait to be used and pleasured by someone else?"

"Just shut up, Patode. Enough of your vulgar commentary. Let’s get this over with,” Shipra snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. The time was of essence and more than that for Shipra the anticipation was becoming unbearable, the growing itch between her legs demanding an immediate relief.

Patode merely chuckled, unfazed by her outburst. “I understand the desperation, Shipra,” he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Once a women gets a taste of this thick meat, it’s all they can think about.” His laughter was laced with condescension as he stepped closer, his presence dominating the space between them. With a sudden move, he gripped her cheeks firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “But I love demanding bitches like you,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Its time, get ready.”

Before Shipra could retort, Patode spun her around effortlessly, her body pressed against the cold wall as her saree slipped back down. Her back now towards him, her breathing shallow and quick. With practiced ease, he grabbed her hips and pulled her body toward him, forcing her to arch. Her hands flew to the wall for support as her ass jutted out, aligning perfectly with the hard length of his cock.

Patode wasted no time, lifting her saree once more, exposing her soft, curvy ass. He paused for a moment, savoring the sight before him. Her chubby, perfectly round ass was a masterpiece of sensuality, and he let out an appreciative growl. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered, his hands roaming over her skin. He caressed her slowly at first, then gripped both cheeks firmly, squeezing them, spreading them apart to admire the way her flesh gave under his touch.

“Look how it jiggles,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement as he delivered a light, playful slap to her ass. The sharp sound echoed in the room, followed by Shipra’s soft yelp. The light sting sent a ripple of pleasure through her body, making her knees wobble slightly.

Shipra clenched her fists against the wall, her body trembling with anticipation. She expected him to shove his cock into her without delay, to finally quench the burning desire that had been building inside her. But instead, she felt him shift behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Patode crouching, his face level with her exposed ass. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Not that your cunt needs any lubrication,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “But I have a thing for licking. The flavor of a woman’s sex, especially a MILF like you—it’s intoxicating.” His hands spread her cheeks further apart, exposing both of her holes fully to his hungry gaze. Without another word, he leaned in, his mouth pressing against her slick folds.

 

Shipra gasped as his tongue darted out, parting her swollen lips and lapping at her wetness with deliberate, teasing strokes. He worked her expertly, alternating between broad, flat licks and pointed, precise flicks against her clit. The warmth and wetness of his mouth sent shivers racing up her spine. She bit her lip hard, struggling to suppress the moans that threatened to spill out.

Patode groaned against her, the vibrations of his voice sending a delicious pulse through her core. “Fuck, you taste even better than last night,” he muttered between licks, his hands never leaving her ass. He kneaded her cheeks, squeezing and spreading them as he devoured her, his tongue exploring every inch of her slick heat. Occasionally, he’d dip lower, teasing the sensitive area between her folds and her puckered entrance, sending jolts of forbidden pleasure through her body.

Shipra’s head fell forward, her forehead pressing against the wall as her legs shook uncontrollably. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of shame and pure, unfiltered ecstasy. “Oh God....Patode,” she moaned, trembling with need. As the tease became unbearable one of her hand slipped between her legs finding her clit. She began pressing and rubbing it in circles enhancing the pleasure edging closer to her orgasm. She couldn't control the urge of being stuffed any more. "Ahhh.. Patode.. please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Patode pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with her arousal. “Please what, Shipra?” he taunted, his voice a dangerous blend of mockery and dominance and without any warning, he shoved two fingers deep into her dripping hole, the sudden invasion forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Shipra’s body jolted, her back arching as she instinctively rose onto her toes, her walls clenching around his fingers.

 

“Ahhhhhhh!” she moaned, her voice louder than she intended, the sound echoing in the confined space.

Patode chuckled darkly, his fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that made her legs quiver. “Keep it down, Shipra ma’am,” he mocked. “Do you want someone to walk in and see their high-class manager memsahib bent over like a cheap whore, moaning like a bitch in heat?” He thrust his fingers harder, making her bite her lip to stifle another cry. “Is that what you want? To be caught in such a filthy, vulnerable state?”

Shipra shook her head, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please… Patode.”

Patode’s grin widened as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her trembling and wanting more. “You’re so desperate for a  release, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

"Yes..," Shipra begged. "I am right on the edge Patode. Now please hurry someone might get suspicious."

"With pleasure, but first you need to be punished for breaking your promise this morning," Patode said his voice getting serious as he stood up. He wiped his face smeared with her juices and tapped his cock against her inner thighs, silently commanding her to spread them wider. Shipra obeyed without hesitation, parting her legs further and pushing her ass back toward him, her body offering itself to him in complete surrender.

Patode smirked at her eagerness, his cock sliding between her thighs, the thick length rubbing against her slick, swollen folds. He moved slowly, teasing her, the head of his cock gliding over her clit before retreating just enough to drive her wild. Her wetness coated him, making each motion smooth and deliberate.

A wicked grin spread across Patode’s face. “As compensation for breaking your promise, you’ll have to fuck me at a place of my choosing this time," he declared, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ll let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Is that understood?” His tone left no room for negotiation.

Shipra’s breathing hitched, her lips parting as she tried to suppress a moan. The weight of his demand hung heavy in the air, but she remained silent, her pride battling with her insatiable desire.

Patode’s eyes narrowed. “Speak up,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back, his lips brushing her ear. His cock pressed against her entrance, the tip sliding in just enough to drive her wild. “I am not letting you go unless you accept your punishment. Give in Shipra. Don't try to resist the inevitable.”



“Oh God... Yes, Patode, yes!” Shipra finally broke, her voice trembling with desperation. Her hips moved on their own, grinding back against him, seeking more. “Now, please, stop teasing me. Shove it in.”

Patode chuckled, clearly enjoying her desperation. “I want the full statement, bitch." He pushed in just a little further, his cock stretching her inch by torturous inch, enough to leave her gasping as he let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. “Say it. Give me your complete submission.”

Shipra clenched her fists against the wall, her body trembling with frustration and need. “I accept... I accept the punishment....I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want, whenever you want,” she burst out, her voice raw with desire. “Just stop teasing me. Please, Patode, fuck me… make me feel good… make me cum!”

A victorious gleam flashed in Patode’s eyes as he let her go off her hair. He spanked her ass hard and drove into her fully, eliciting a loud, guttural moan from Shipra. “That’s my girl,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust, each movement deep and deliberate, claiming her completely.

  

Patode set a brutal pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with Shipra’s muffled moans and gasps as she braced herself against the wall.

“Oh, fuck, Shipra,” Patode growled, his voice thick with exertion as his hips drove into her with relentless force. “In this position, your cunt is gripping my cock like a vice. So tight, so damn tasty—I can’t get enough of you.” His words were ragged, each syllable dripping with raw lust. One hand gripped her hip firmly, keeping her steady, while the other slid around to her front. His fingers found her swollen clit, circling it in relentless, merciless motions.

Unggghhhhh..  Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Shipra’s body trembled, the coil of pleasure tightening in her core. She was teetering on the edge, her mind lost in the overwhelming sensations. 

Patode leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, “Cum for me Shipra. Cum on my dick.”

Shipra’s body convulsed as the tension in her core snapped. “Oh yes...Patode… I’m about to—” Her words dissolved into a cry as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes rolled back, her legs shook, and she nearly collapsed against the wall, her mind lost in the torrent of pleasure.

But Patode wasn’t finished. “Oh no, Shipra,” he muttered darkly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His eyes burned with unrestrained lust as he tightened his grip on her hips. “I’m not done with you yet. You’ve got a lot more to give.”

Without pausing, he hooked his hand under her right thigh, lifting it effortlessly. The shift forced her to balance precariously on her other leg, her body now even more vulnerable to his advances. The new angle parted her wider, granting him deeper access. Shipra gasped sharply as Patode thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that left her reeling.



"God, you’re so deep Patode!" Shipra cried out, her voice breaking into ragged gasps. The aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her, making her hypersensitive, but Patode showed no mercy. Instead, he drove into her with more relentless force, his cock stretching her overstimulated, dripping pussy to its limits.

His grip on her thighs tightened, his muscles flexing as he hoisted it higher against the wall, gaining better leverage. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure and pain coursing through her, the intensity almost too much to bear. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, quickly escalating into cries of unrestrained ecstasy. Her head lolled back, her eyes fluttering shut as her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to every brutal motion. The vulgarity of the scene—their forbidden tryst in a workplace storeroom, her high-class manager persona crumbling under the weight of her carnal desires—only heightened the erotic intensity.

Patode roughly yanked the crumpled panties dangling around her ankle letting her thighs down and without hesitation, he balled it up and shoved the damp fabric into her open mouth. “Here,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, “this will keep those filthy, whorish moans down. Can’t have the whole office know what a horny cheating bitch their manager madam is, can we?” Grinding his teeth, he lifted her thighs again and resumed drilling her, pounding into her without mercy from behind.

“Ummmmm… ummmmm… ummmmm!”

Shipra’s muffled cries filled the air, her body pinned between Patode and the wall. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the small room, each thrust driving her closer to another orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, and Patode groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he chased his own release.

After 10 minutes of relentless pounding, Patode finally slowed, his cock slick with Shipra’s arousal as he pulled out with a lewd, wet sound. Shipra slumped against the wall, her body trembling violently from the series of earth-shattering orgasms he had wrenched from her. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her legs barely able to hold her up. She felt utterly spent, her mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

Patode stepped back, his own breath ragged, his chest rising and falling as he watched her. His eyes were locked on the sight before him, drinking in the image of Shipra—a vision of ruined elegance. Her saree was a mess, disheveled and bunched obscenely around her waist. Her milky thighs were slick, glistening with the evidence of her complete surrender, her inner thighs were smeared with her overflowing juices that trickled down her legs in slow rivulets. She leaned against the wall, her body still instinctively arching, her ass jutting out invitingly, as if beckoning him for more. She was a sight of raw, unrestrained sensuality—an image Patode would savor long after this moment.

Shipra yanked the soaked panties from her mouth, gasping for air as her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. The fabric fell limply to the floor, as she leaned her hands supporting her tired frame against the cool wall, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her latest climax. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to bask in the reprieve, her senses dulled, her mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

But the moment was short-lived.

Patode’s voice sliced through the heavy silence, low and commanding, a dark undercurrent of satisfaction beneath his words. “I still have to cum,” he declared, “But don’t worry,” he added, his eyes locking onto hers, “I’m very close.”

Before she could respond, he closed the gap between them, his hands firm and possessive as they gripped her hips. “Let’s try something unconventional,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “It’ll make me cum faster.”

Without waiting for her consent, he turned her around, pressing her back against the cool surface of the wall. His hands slid under below her hips grabbing her thighs, and with a sudden, effortless motion, he lifted her off the ground. Shipra gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support as she found herself suspended, her legs hooked around his hips. The position left her completely vulnerable, her body spread open before him, her wet, swollen folds perfectly aligned with the tip of his still-throbbing cock.

Her eyes widened, both in shock and anticipation. “Patode—what are you—” she started, her voice breathless.

“Have you ever been fucked like this before?” he taunted cutting her off, his tone smug and teasing. His hips shifted, the thick head of his cock teasing her entrance, rubbing against her sensitive folds, already slick with her arousal. The sensation sent a fresh wave of heat through her and her nails dug into his shoulders as her body tensed in anticipation.

She didn’t answer, her lips parted in a silent moan as Patode began to lower her slowly onto his cock. "You're going to love it," he hissed and continued leaning into her. The stretch was intense, her walls clinging tightly around him as he impaled her inch by inch. Patode groaned, his head falling back for a moment as he relished the tightness, the way her body seemed to envelop him perfectly.

“Fuckkkkk…” Patode growled, his voice rough and primal, each word soaked in unrestrained lust. “You feel incredible, Shipra. So tight, so perfect.” His hands squeezed her thighs with a fierce intensity, holding her in place as he thrust deeper, filling her completely with every powerful stroke.

  

Ohhhh, My....Godddddddd....Fuckkkkk

Pinned against the cold wall, Shipra could do nothing but moan. Her body was no longer hers; it had become a vessel for pleasure, responding to Patode's every movement. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, holding him close as he plunged into her with rhythmic, deliberate thrusts. Each motion sent electric waves through her overstimulated body, forcing gasps and cries from her lips. The new position left her vulnerable and exposed, her pleasure reflected in every flushed, contorted expression on her face.

Patode’s pace quickened, his thrusts turning erratic as he neared his peak. His eyes remained locked on Shipra, drinking in her total surrender. “Look at you,” he panted, his voice thick with dominance and satisfaction. “A perfect match for me. Taking it all, craving it, begging for more. This is who you really are, isn’t it?”

Shipra’s mind was a fog of ecstasy, her thoughts drowned beneath the overwhelming sensations consuming her. Her body moved instinctively, her hips meeting his in perfect rhythm. The pressure inside her built rapidly, an unbearable tension that threatened to shatter her. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling him even deeper, as another intense orgasm loomed.

“I’m close, Shipra,” Patode groaned, his voice strained, each thrust harder and more erratic. “I’m going to cum… Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Me too, Patode… Ahhhhhhhh,” Shipra moaned, her voice cracking with urgency. Her nails raked his shoulders as her body tensed, every muscle coiling in anticipation.

“Let’s cum together,” he growled, smashing his lips onto hers in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues colliding as their bodies reached the peak of ecstasy.

With one final, deep thrust, Patode buried himself fully inside her. Shipra’s body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her, a powerful wave that left her trembling and breathless. Patode followed, his cock throbbing and jerking uncontrollably as he kept ejaculating into the condom, groaning against her lips as his climax overtook him.

For a moment, they stayed locked together, their bodies trembling as the aftershocks rippled through them. Their heavy breaths mingled, filling the small, dimly lit storeroom.

Finally, Patode broke the kiss, his lips lingering on hers before he pulled back. His grip on her hips loosened, and he stumbled backward, collapsing into an old, rusty chair behind him. His chest heaved, his cock still semi-hard and glistening in the low light.

Shipra in a similar state, her legs trembling and weak, slid down the wall until she sat on the floor. Her saree was a tangled mess, barely covering her, and her thighs still parted wide glistened with her arousal. She leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes, trying to process the intensity of what had just transpired.

The air in the storeroom was thick with the scent of sex, and the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the office beyond the door. Neither spoke, both too consumed by the aftermath of their forbidden encounter.

"Whoa… that was something else,” Patode exhaled loudly, leaning back in the creaky chair. His face was a picture of smug satisfaction. “It’s not the first time I’ve had sex in this office, but damn, Shipra, that was by far the most thrilling, most exhilarating fuck I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and triumph.

With deliberate slowness, he peeled the condom off his cock, now softening but still glistening with their combined efforts. Holding it up like a trophy, he grinned. “Look at this, Shipra,” he said, his tone teasing and almost incredulous. “Look how much I came. You’ve completely drained me.”

Shipra, still slumped against the wall, her body trembling from the aftermath of their encounter, raised her head slowly. Her flushed face turned a deeper shade of red as her eyes locked onto the condom filled with a copious amount of Patode's thick sperms dangling before her. The reality of their actions hit her hard. The raw, forbidden nature of their encounter now magnified by the crude display.

Without a word, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaky from exertion. The disheveled state of her saree, the sticky evidence of their tryst trickling down her inner thighs, and the sight of Patode’s leering expression all filled her with a mix of panic and humiliation.

“Get rid of that, Patode,” she snapped, her voice sharp, as she gestured at the condom. “And for God’s sake, compose yourself!” Her hands worked frantically to straighten her saree, re-pleating the fabric and fixing her pallu over her shoulder. She smoothed down her hair with trembling fingers, trying to piece together the professional image she had so thoroughly unraveled.

Patode, still basking in the afterglow, chuckled deeply, his voice dripping with condescension. "Relax, Shipra," he drawled, twirling the condom between his fingers, his eyes alight with a sinister gleam. Something dark and degrading brewed in his mind, evident in the devilish grin spreading across his face.

Shipra shot him a deadly glare, her jaw tightening. “You’ve had your fill, Patode. Now get serious,” she hissed, her tone sharp. “We can’t afford to be reckless.”

Patode’s grin widened, clearly relishing her flustered state. He tied a knot in the condom with exaggerated flair and took a step toward her, his predatory gaze locked onto her. “And what,” he began, holding the condom aloft like a prize, “should we do with this?” He dangled it just inches from her face, his voice mockingly playful. “I can’t exactly toss it in the branch trash, now can I?”

Shipra recoiled slightly, her disgust evident. “I don’t know, Patode,” she snapped, swatting his hand away. “You’re the experienced one in office dalliances. Figure it out. I’m not responsible for your mess.”

“Oh, but you are,” Patode shot back, his voice darkening as he grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall with sudden force. “If you’d kept your promise this morning, we wouldn’t have had to fuck like animals in this cramped storeroom. So yes, Shipra, you are entirely responsible. And now,” he leaned in, his voice a low growl, “you’ll help me clean up.”

“Just throw it out, Patode!” Shipra’s tone wavered between urgency and exasperation. “People will start getting suspicious if we don’t return soon.”

Patode’s smirk deepened as his eyes flicked downward, his lecherous gaze settling between her legs. “Oh, I have a better idea,” he murmured, his tone laced with wicked amusement. “I know the perfect place to dispose of it.”

Realization dawned on Shipra, her eyes widening in shock. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of horror and disbelief. “That’s disgusting.”

Patode’s hand tightened around her wrist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Oh, I’m dead serious, Shipra,” he whispered, his voice thick with perverse delight. “You’ve already taken me with this on. What’s the harm in taking it again, now filled with my potent seed?”

Before Shipra could protest further, Patode’s hand, still holding the condom, slipped beneath her saree. His fingers brushed against her bare, slick folds, making her body jolt instinctively. She knew resistance was futile; Patode thrived on her defiance, turning her struggles into fuel for his twisted games.

With a resigned sigh, Shipra adjusted her stance, her trembling legs parting slightly to grant him access. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she kept her gaze defiant, even as she complied.

Patode’s grin widened as he watched her, savoring every moment of her reluctant submission. He toyed with the knotted condom, tracing it along her entrance, deliberately dragging out her humiliation. His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he relished the power he held over her.

“Enough,” Shipra muttered through gritted teeth, her hand darting down to guide him. With a swift motion, she pushed the condom inside her, feeling the odd, slippery intrusion settle deep within. 

Patode let out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re love being degraded don't you, Shipra?” he murmured, his tone dripping with mock admiration. “Who knew the pristine, high-and-mighty manager could stoop to such levels?”

“You’re such a perverted creep, Patode,” Shipra snapped, her voice icy and sharp. She shoved his hand away, her chest rising and falling as she fought to regain control. Adjusting her disheveled saree with brisk, purposeful movements, she shot him a glare that could pierce steel. “Can I go now?”

Patode didn’t budge, his smug grin unwavering. “That I am. Now show me,” he commanded, his tone low and unyielding, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Shipra inhaled deeply, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. She was caught between humiliation and fury, but she knew there was no point in resisting. With a heavy sigh, she slowly lifted the hem of her saree one last time. There it was—the knotted end of the condom peeking out from between her slick, swollen folds, a lewd and undeniable symbol of her degradation.

Patode's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight before him. He stepped back slightly, his gaze shamelessly lingering on every detail, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "That's exactly where it belongs," he muttered, almost to himself, his voice thick with depraver satisfaction. "It suits you perfectly, Shipra. Just like a proper slut that you are turning out to be."

Shipra’s face burned with a mixture of anger and shame, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a response. She let the saree fall back into place, covering herself once more, and straightened her posture.

Patode stepped aside, his grin unyielding as he watched her. “Now you can,” he said, gesturing toward the door with a mock bow.

Shipra shot him one last glare before storming out of the storeroom, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She made a beeline for the restroom, desperate to rid herself of the degrading reminder of their encounter.

Patode leaned back against the wall, his laughter low and sinister as he watched her retreat. "This is only the glimpse of my deranged desires for you Shipra. I’ll turn you into a willing puppet for all my darkest, most perverted desires. You’ll crave the humiliation, the control, the depravity… and you’ll love every second of it.”

End of Chapter 26: The Puppet and her Master: Part 2