Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 3 : Lust, Lies and Power

Hahaha....HAHAHA.

Bhiva's laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, filling the quiet of Hitesh's mobile shop. "Serves you right! That's exactly what happens when an idiot and fuck up like you tries to pull something behind my back," he sneered. Alokk shifted uncomfortably, hesitating as he recounted the events of the previous day—the ordeal he and Hitesh had suffered at Patode's hands.

Bhiva lounged casually on a creaky chair in the dimly lit back room of the shop, a smug grin plastered across his face. His sharp eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Alokk, who was sprawled out on the worn-out sofa, a pitiful sight of pain and humiliation. The aftermath of the encounter with Patode the previous day was written all over Alokk’s battered body.

A swollen, purplish-black eye marred his face, and his left arm was immobilized in a makeshift sling, evidence of a fracture. His body bore a patchwork of bruises, some in places he was to ashamed to mention. Every slight movement elicited a groan of pain, and his breathing was shallow, labored, as though even that small effort brought discomfort.

Clutching a can of beer in his good hand, Alokk sipped slowly, the bitterness of the drink doing little to drown out the storm of anger and humiliation brewing within him. His jaw tightened as he replayed the events in his mind, the sting of Patode’s blows and his own helplessness gnawing at his pride. Bhiva, on the other hand, seemed to revel in his misery, leaning back in his chair as if he were watching a particularly entertaining show.

“And where is that pathetic friend of yours?” Bhiva drawled, his tone sharp with derision as he leaned back in his chair, a beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. “That bloody bastard. It was his plan, wasn’t it? I know for a fact a dumbass like you couldn’t have come up with something like this on your own.” He took a long swig of his beer, his amusement laced with a simmering curiosity. He was a little relaxed after his meeting with Patode knowing soon he'll be able to get his vengeance.

Alokk's face twisted with anger as he propped himself up on the sofa, his injuries making every movement a struggle. “That chicken-shit ran off with tail between his legs after taking a beating from Patode,” he spat, his voice venomous. Alokk’s voice rose, his anger spilling over, "Just you wait Bhiva, I don't care if he is your bhau or boss or whatever, I'll pay him back for what he did to me. Both him and his bitch Shipra."

Bhiva’s amused smirk faltered, his expression hardening as he leaned forward, his eyes locking on Alokk’s. “Listen to me, you piece of shit,” he said, his voice low and cutting. “You’re lucky to be alive right now. Bhau knew you were one of my gang member, otherwise, you wouldn’t even be here whining on this sofa—you’d be six feet under. Do you get that? He showed you mercy because of me. Next time, you won’t be so fortunate.”

 “So, lick your wounds and keep your damn head down.” Bhiva continued as he stood up ready to leave tapping him sharply on the head with the back of his hand.

"I wonder if you know, who was really responsible for Sanju's abduction?" 

Alokk's low and conspiratory voice seeped through the room as Bhiva was at the door. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, prompting Bhiva to pause and turn back, his gaze sharp and curious.

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Mmmm...Ohhh...Fuckkkkk....

Salim's office echoed with the unmistakable, lewd squelching sounds of masturbation, accompanied by his deep, guttural groans of pleasure. The bright glow of the monitor illuminated his face, his expression twisted with raw lust as he lost himself in the depravity of the moment. His pants were pulled down to his knees as his hand moved furiously along his totally creamed cock, the evidence of his excitement glistening under the flickering light.

On the screen before him, a tantalizing feed from the hidden cameras played out in vivid detail. The hut, small and dimly lit, revealed an unfolding scene of carnal debauchery, each angle meticulously captured by strategically placed devices. Salim’s eyes were glued to the spectacle, his breath hitching with voyeuristic delight.

"Damn you, Patode,” Salim muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl of frustration laced with desire. He clenched his jaw, momentarily distracted by the weight of the decision looming over him. Patode had tempted him with this perverse indulgence, knowing it would stoke the flames of Salim's hedonistic cravings, tempting him into taking a risk that could unravel everything. To defy Saad Hasan was no small matter—it could mean ruin, even death, if Patode's plan failed. Yet, the allure of what he was witnessing was too overpowering to let caution prevail.

The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail as Patode stepped back, leaving Namrata sprawled across the table in a state of utter bliss. Her body trembled, still quivering from the earth-shattering orgasm he had drawn from her with his masterful tongue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, a satisfied haze clouding her half-lidded eyes.

But Patode’s hunger was far from satiated. Slowly, he turned his attention to Shipra, who sat just behind him. Her gaze was fixed on the scene that had unfolded moments ago, her breath hitching as her own desires spiraled out of control. She was clearly feeling the heat herself, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted as if aching to be touched.

Her posture displayed her arousal, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to soothe the ache growing within her. The slight rise and fall of her chest couple with her hazy eyes made it clear—she was ready, desperate even, for Patode’s attention. And now, it was entirely hers.

“Did you enjoy the show Shipra?,” Patode taunted as he inch towards her, his tall muscular frame towering over her. His gaze flickered briefly to Namrata. “Look at your friend,” Patode continued, his tone condescending, his words biting as he gestured toward Namrata’s limp form. “The little slut couldn’t control herself. Her cunt was so desperate for attention, she had to spread her legs for me like the needy bitch she is.”

Shipra’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching at the crude words. She tried to look away, but Patode’s presence was dominant, drawing her attention back to him despite her shame and hesitance. She was fighting to keep her growing arrousal in check but the air in the hut, thick with the heady mix of aphrodisiac fumes invaded her senses. Every breath she took only deepened her arousal, her thoughts clouded by the potent cocktail of lust and submission. The scene unfolding before her—the raw, carnal imagery of Namrata’s quivering body and Patode’s unspoken promise of forbidden pleasure—had shattered every barrier of logic and inhibition.

“And you,” Patode spoke breaking the silence, stepping even closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone that sent shivers down Shipra’s spine. “By the looks of it, you’re barely holding on to your usual demeanor. Tell me, Shipra—do you want me to make you cum just like your horny little friend over there?”

The allure of his words, so raw and explicit, made her shudder, her body betraying her even as she tried to resist. Her trembling fingers clenched at the hem of her skirt, her mind spiraling with conflicting emotions—embarrassment, arousal, fear, and a maddeningly intense desire that she couldn’t seem to control.

Patode reached out, his fingers sliding under her chin with surprising softness as he tilted her face upward. His dark eyes bore into hers, stripping away her defenses with a calm yet unrelenting authority. “You should stop resisting, Shipra,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with dominance. “We’ve been through this before. You know it damn well you'll end up getting fucked by me tonight."

His fingers slid along her jawline, lingering with a possessive heat that made her breath hitch. "You want this, Shipra," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that wrapped around her like a velvet tether. "You want me. So stop fighting the inevitable and embrace it—embrace your true self, the one you’ve tried so hard to hide."

His thumb traced the curve of her bottom lip, his eyes flicking down to watch the way it trembled under his touch. "Let me satisfy your deepest desires," he murmured, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Let me relieve you of all that pent-up frustration, all that cravings you’ve kept buried in for far too long. I'll show you the depth of pleasure you have been denied by your inconsiderate husband. Let it all go. "

His words struck a chord deep within her, tearing through the fragile walls of hesitation she’d desperately clung to. She had tried, truly tried, to resist him over the past few days—to deny his unapologetic sexual advances and keep her desires in check. But every time, Patode had manage to break through her defenses and her resolve had crumbled under the weight of her own unsatisfied physical needs. 

And suddenly, something inside her shifted, snapped. The tension that had stiffened her spine melted away, replaced by a revelation that felt both exhilarating and dangerous. Hesitation gave way to reckless abandon, restraint dissolved into raw, unapologetic desire. Was it the overpowering wave of her own unfulfilled cravings, or the intoxicating aphrodisiac fumes that filled the hut that was driving her? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. All she wanted in the moment was to quench her growing thirst for pleasure that Patode promised and nothing else.

She looked up at Patode, her eyes ablaze with raw desire. Without hesitation she unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning his pants with a calculated ease. The faint sound of the zipper dragging downward sent a shiver through the air. With a graceful tug, she eased the fabric down his hips, letting it slide effortlessly down his legs until it pooled at his feet, leaving him standing in nothing but his snug underwear. The sight was impossible to ignore-a prominent, unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric, straining as if demanding to be freed. The outline was blatant, the size almost intimidating, drawing Shipra's eyes like a magnet. 

Shipra’s eyes remained locked on the massive bulge before her, her breaths shallow and uneven as her trembling hands moved instinctively. Her fingers hesitated for a moment before curling into the waistband of Patode’s underwear, her mind clouded with anticipation and the heady mix of arousal that saturated the room. With a soft, almost timid pull, she slid the fabric down, baring him completely.



Patode’s cock sprang free with a force that seemed almost alive, thick and heavy, standing proudly like a serpent finally unleashed from its confines. The sheer size and girth of it were staggering, and despite having seen it before, Shipra couldn’t suppress the shock and awe that coursed through her. She felt a delicious shiver run down her spine as her lips parted in an involuntary gasp, her body aflame with a throbbing desire she could no longer contain. With a heady rush of passion, she surged forward, her movements deliberate, her inhibitions cast aside. Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, before boldly gliding along the velvety hardness of his shaft. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mixture of musk and arousal that made her head swim.

She worked her way slowly, savoring every inch as her lips and tongue explored him with a mix of reverence and hunger. Her hands followed suit, wrapping around the base of his cock as she tilted her head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before trailing back down his length. It was an act of surrender, daring and intimate, as she gave herself over to the moment, her desires laid bare.

Patode’s breath hitched, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest as he watched her. He hadn’t expected her sudden boldness, but the sight of her on her knees, her eyes dark with lust and her lips wrapped around him, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him. He rested a hand on the back of her head, his touch firm but not forceful, guiding her with a coaxing encouragement.



"That’s it, Shipra," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that made her tremble. "Let go. Don’t hold back. Surrender to your cravings, to your darkest, wildest desires. You don’t need to fight it anymore. Show me how badly you want this. Show me your hunger."


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From across the room, Namrata stirred, her body still humming with the lingering aftershocks of her climax. The sultry, wet sounds now filling the air tugged her from her haze, sharpening her senses and drawing her focus toward the source of the carnal symphony. Slowly, she turned her head, her breath catching at the intoxicatingly erotic scene unfolding before her.

Shipra knelt before Patode, her lips wrapped around his throbbing length, moving with a fervor that bordered on worship. Her white crop top had been pulled down, exposing her swollen, supple breasts which were obscenely bouncing and swaying to the rythm of their combined motion. Her skirt had ridden up, bunched around her hips, revealing long, toned thighs and curvy ass that quivered with anticipation. Her left hand was buried inside her white panties, fingers working furiously in tight circles against her swollen itching clit. Each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, her own moans vibrating against Patode’s shaft.



Her right hand was gripping his manhood tightly, twisting and stroking the base in sync with her mouth’s rhythm. She was relentless, her enthusiasm intoxicating, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Her tongue danced along his length, tracing every ridge and vein, leaving no part of him untouched. Her cheeks hollowed with every deep suck, a testament to her devotion to pleasing him. The sight was raw, uninhibited, and utterly captivating. Namrata’s heart quickened as a spark of intrigue flared in her chest, followed swiftly by a rush of heat that reignited the embers of her own desire.

She shifted her position, sliding to the edge of the wooden table she had been sprawled across moments before. Her thighs parted slightly, her movements languid yet deliberate, as she leaned forward to get a better view. Her fingers trailed absentmindedly along her still-sensitive skin, tracing the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her body. She bit her lower lip, dark eyes smoldering with a mix of arousal and mischief as she watched Shipra's desperate submission unfold.

“Oh, yes... That’s it Shipra.......Take it all in, choke on it.”

Patode's voice, rough and thick with unrestrained desire, echoed through the confines of the hut, mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of his depraved sexual act. He stood tall in front of Shipra, his imposing figure a stark contrast to her submissive posture. His firm, muscular ass flexed with every forceful thrust as he moved with a rough, unrelenting rhythm, burying cock over and over into the warmth of Shipra's eager mouth.

Glughhh....Glughhhh...Glughhh



Shipra kept moaning around him, the sound muffled by the sheer size of his cock stretching her lips. Saliva glistened, trailing down her chin in messy streams as she fought to accommodate him with every powerful thrust. Her lips stretched wide, her throat constricting as he buried himself deeper, testing her limits.

Patode’s hand tangled firmly in Shipra’s hair, his fingers curling tightly as he held her in place, controlling her every movement with an unrelenting grip. Her soft strands slipped between his fingers as he pulled her closer, guiding her rhythm with an almost punishing precision. His hips thrust forward with growing urgency, each movement deliberate, forceful, and designed to claim every inch of her submission.

“Look at her,” Patode sneered sensing Namrata's movement, his voice thick with mockery and unrestrained lust. His gaze flicked toward Namrata, and a smug grin curled his lips. “Would anyone believe, seeing her so enthusiastically sucking my cock, that she’s a high-class, educated, working woman? A wife and mother, no less?"

“Alok must be the biggest fool alive,” he continued, his words sharp and cutting. “To have a wife like this—so sexy, so wild, so hungry—and to waste her. What a wimp. Blessed with such a natural-born slut, and he doesn’t even know how to use her. Or maybe,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial growl, “she’s just too much for that pathetic excuse for a husband. Too weak, too clueless, to even realize what she really needs. Lucky for her, I’m here to show her exactly what that is.”

Shipra’s cheeks burned with shame, her skin flush with a fiery mix of humiliation and arousal. But by now Shipra was far too gone to care. She couldn’t think; she could only feel—every word, every thrust, every degrading taunt igniting something primal and uncontrollable within her.

Namrata rose gracefully, sliding down from the table with an effortless sensuality. Her smirk deepened, her voice smooth and teasing as she stepped closer. “I told you,” she purred, her tone laced with amusement and just a hint of cruelty, “she was a wild one before her marriage. Alok didn’t tame her—he just buried her desires under a mountain of mediocrity. All she needed was a real man like you to remind her who she really is. Someone who could satisfy her insatiable cravings and give her what she’s been starving for."

Patode laughed, the sound low and derisive, as he thrust again, his rhythm never faltering. “You got that right,” he said, his tone dripping with derision. “But I should be thanking him for being so useless. If he’d known how to keep her satisfied, I wouldn’t be here right now, enjoying a blowjob from such a fine woman. But hey, his loss is my gain.”

Namrata chuckled softly, the sound rich with wicked amusement as she drew even closer. Her eyes flicked over Shipra’s trembling form, then back to Patode. “Maybe you should send him a thank-you note,” she said with a smirk, her voice honeyed but sharp, her words dripping with mockery. “Let Alok know what a real man can do for his wife.”

Patode’s grin widened, “Oh, I’ll do more than just send him a thank you note,” he growled, “I’ll turn his wife into something he won’t even recognize,” he sneered, his tone dark and laden with cruel satisfaction. “The prim, proper woman he thought he married will be gone, replaced by the cock-hungry slut she was always meant to be. Every inch of her will be mine—mind, body, and soul. By the time I’m done with her, Alok will understand just how pathetic he really is. A wimp who couldn’t even take care of his own wife’s needs.” 

Patode looked down at Shipra, his gaze heavy with dominance and satisfaction as he savored the way her body betrayed her. Her flushed cheeks, the quiver in her lips, and the subtle arch of her back told him everything he needed to know-she was completely under his control. His words, crude and degrading, only seemed to intensify her helpless arousal. "And by the end of her tenure here, I'll return him—a well-fucked, properly bred wife to remind him of his place.” he chuckled shifting his gaze to Namrata.

Namrata let out a low, sultry laugh, clearly enjoying Patode’s cruel, humiliating words aimed at Alok. “Oh, Patode, you’re so wicked,” she murmured, her tone a tantalizing mix of amusement and hunger. “but your crude vulgar words… they are driving me wild.”

Her voice grew huskier, more desperate, as she grabbed his hand, boldly guiding it between her thighs. The heat and dampness there left nothing to the imagination, her need evident in the way she pressed his hand against her. She leaned in further, her voice dropping to a needy whisper. "Feel that? I'm dripping for you. I need that monster cock of you inside me....now"

Patode chuckled darkly, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled his hand away, leaving her yearning for more. The dominance in his gaze was unrelenting, and he savored the power he held over both women. “Patience, my little slut,” he drawled, his voice thick with authority. “You’ll get what you need, but only when I decide.”

Without warning, his hand snaked around her waist as he pulled her against him with a rough, possessive motion. Their lips collided in a wild, unrestrained kiss, his hunger evident in the way he claimed her mouth. Namrata moaned softly into the kiss, her body melting into his, her hands clutching at his shoulders as though she couldn’t bear to let go.

As the kiss deepened, Patode’s free hand slid down her back, gathering the fabric of her dress in his fist. With a swift tug, he hiked it up, exposing the soft curves of her bare ass. His calloused palm met her skin with a firm, deliberate grip, kneading the flesh with a roughness that made her gasp.

Then came the sharp crack of his hand landing a hard spank on her ass, the sound reverberating through the room. Namrata yelped, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across her face. Patode grinned, squeezing the reddened skin as if to mark his dominance.

Pulling back just enough to look into her flushed face, he smirked and growled, “But first, get on your knees.” His voice carried an edge of command that left no room for defiance. “Pull your tits out and help your friend service my cock. Tonight I'll put both of you sluts to the place you belong.”

Namrata hesitated for a heartbeat, her breathing uneven as her gaze darted to Shipra, who was already waiting, her eyes dark with anticipation. A shared understanding passed between them—a silent acknowledgment of the roles they were stepping into. Slowly, Namrata knelt beside Shipra, her hands trembled slightly as they reached for the straps of her dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid the fabric down her shoulders, baring her skin inch by tantalizing inch. Her red bra followed suit, falling away to reveal her perfectly shaped, perky breasts. She kept her eyes locked on Patode as she moved, her vulnerability laced with a defiant allure that only seemed to inflame the moment further.

Patode’s eyes widened, a spark of triumph igniting in his dark gaze as he took in the sight before him. Two of the most beautiful women he had ever encountered kneeling topless at his feet, their submission a testament to the irresistible pull of his dominance. His admired their sexy, submissive state with a triumphant smirk, the sheer power of the moment feeding his already inflated ego.

Patode abruptly withdrew his cock from Shipra's eager mouth, a slick trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his length. Without hesitation, he bent forward, capturing her mouth in a wild, wet kiss that left her breathless. His tongue plunged deep, claiming her with the same intensity he kissed Namrata, the taste of his dominance lingering on her lips.

As he pulled back, his hands moved with purpose, one sliding over Shipra’s chest to cup her bare breast while the other found its way to Namrata’s. He squeezed them firmly, his calloused fingers sinking into their soft flesh, eliciting gasps from both women. Their sharp intakes of breath turned into moans as his thumbs and forefingers caught their stiff, sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them with just enough force to send a jolt of both pain and pleasure through their bodies.

The two women squirmed under his touch, their reactions only fueling his confidence. A wicked grin spread across his face as he released them, leaving their skin tingling in his absence. Patode leaned back, settling himself comfortably into the chair with an air of unshakable authority, his legs spread wide, his erect cock twitching in invitation.

"Now," he murmured, his voice a deep, commanding growl that reverberated through the room, "let's see just how well my two little sluts can work together." His piercing gaze swept over them, lingering on the flushed anticipation coloring their cheeks, their breaths already quickening in response to his presence. A wicked smirk curved his lips, dripping with a confidence that left no room for doubt about who was in control.

"Satisfy me. Pleasure me," he continued, his tone laced with a dark, magnetic authority, "and I’ll reward you—by fucking those filthy little cunts of yours so hard, so deep, and for so long that you won’t be able to think of anything but me. All night, you’ll take everything I give you until you’re trembling, broken, and begging for more. And then..." His voice dropped further, a husky whisper that sent shivers down their spines. "I’ll fuck you both harder. Rougher. Until those tight, needy pussies of yours are squirting uncontrollably, until you’re so ruined with pleasure you can barely crawl, let alone walk straight."

His smirk widened, his eyes glinting with wicked anticipation as he leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on his thighs, exuding an air of casual dominance that only heightened the tension. "And when I’m done? When you’re both wrecked and gasping for air, I’ll fill you up—both of you. I’ll pour every last drop of my potent seed deep inside your fertile little cunts, marking you, claiming you, making you mine in every possible way."

His voice softened, but the commanding edge remained, cutting through the thick air with an electrifying precision. "Show me," he murmured, his smirk deepening into something darker, more primal. "Show me how desperately you crave what I’m offering."

Leaning back into the chair, his powerful frame exuding unshakable dominance, Patode's gaze locked onto the two women before him. His eyes roved over their flushed faces and trembling bodies, noting the way their breaths quickened, their pupils dilated, and their lips parted in anticipation. They were on the brink, teetering between restraint and surrender, unable to resist the pull of his commanding presence.

"Suck" he commanded his voice roared and echoed through the hut.

Patode’s  provocative and commanding words hit their mark, igniting a fire within both Shipra and Namrata that they could no longer contain. Turned on beyond measure by the raw, authoritative control he exuded, they exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They had no other choice but to give in, their growing urges leaving them powerless to do anything but submit.



Simultaneously, they leaned forward, their movements fluid and synchronized as if drawn by an invisible force. Their tongues darted out, warm and eager, meeting the heated hardness of Patode’s thick, pulsing shaft. Shipra began at the tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before teasing the underside with slow, deliberate licks. Meanwhile, Namrata slid lower, her lips enveloping his heavy, aching testicles as she began to massage and suck them with a fervor that made him groan aloud.

Shipra, emboldened by the effect she was having, deepened her approach. She kissed along the length of his shaft, her lips pressing against the ridges and veins with reverence before taking him into her mouth. Her movements were rhythmic, her head bobbing as she worked him, her tongue and lips creating a sinful symphony of pleasure. Namrata, not to be outdone, continued lavishing attention on his balls, her hands joining in to gently stroke the base of his cock, her warm mouth working in tandem with Shipra’s.



Patode’s head tilted back, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the overwhelming sensation of their dual assault consumed him. The heat of their mouths, the contrasting textures of their tongues and lips, and the sheer submission in their degrading act sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. His groans and moans filled the room, a deep, guttural sound that spurred them on.

“Oh yeah,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t stop. Show me how wild and sluttier you both can get.”

His hands moved to their heads, fingers tangling in their hair. His touch was firm but not forceful, guiding them, encouraging them to go wilder, sluttier, more uninhibited. Shipra took him deeper, the wet sounds of her mouth working him driving him closer to the edge, while Namrata’s expert tongue continued its relentless assault below, her eyes flicking up to meet his, glinting with mischief.



The room was electric, filled with the sinful harmony of wet, rhythmic sounds, gasping breaths, and Patode’s raw, guttural moans. He was lost in the sensation, the ultimate pleasure of being worshipped by two eager women, their submission a testament to his control and power. His body tensed, his pleasure building to an unbearable peak as they continued their relentless, synchronized efforts to push him beyond his limits.

Unable to bear the overwhelming dual assault a moment longer, Patode’s groans deepened into a growl. His hands tightened in Shipra’s hair, pulling her mouth away from him with a firm but measured tug. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, a mix of surprise and lingering desire as she looked up at him, her eyes blazing with lust.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice thick and husky with unrestrained pleasure. “Let me savor those swollen, juicy tits of yours.”

Shipra rose gracefully, her body trembling with anticipation, her arousal evident from her already taut and sensitive nipples. Shipra leaned forward as directed, one of leg folded by her knee to rest on the chair's armrests, supporting her frame. Her breasts hung tantalizingly close to his face, swaying gently with her movements like ripe, luscious fruit waiting to be devoured.

Patode’s eyes darkened as they roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her soft, full breasts, their curves accentuated by the warm glow of the room. His hands shot out, rough and eager, grabbing her breasts with an intensity that made her moan. His palms molded to her softness, kneading her flesh as though he were testing its limits, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples with deliberate pressure. A wicked grin spread across his face as he heard her sharp intake of breath, her body arching involuntarily into his touch.



"You've got such a perfect pair of tits, Shipra," Patode murmured, his voice a blend of dark praise and unrestrained hunger. A wicked smirk curled his lips as he continued, his words dripping with sinful curiosity. "I can’t help but wonder," he continued, "how swollen these beauties must have been when you were lactating." His thumb grazed her taut, sensitive nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips as a shiver ran down her spine. "I would’ve loved nothing more than to suck these dry, savoring every drop of the warm, sweet milk flowing from these plum, ripe tits."

The raw intensity of his words made Shipra shudder, her body responding involuntarily to his brazen fantasy. Before she could catch her breath, Patode leaned forward, his lips latched onto one of her tender mounds, his tongue darting out to swirl around the taut peak in slow, deliberate circles.

Increasing his assault he alternated between her breasts, giving each one equal attention, his lips and tongue working with a relentless rhythm that left her quivering. His hands didn’t relent either, squeezing her flesh with a rough possessiveness as though trying to coax out a sweetness hidden deep within her. His fingers dug into her softness, tugging and pressing in ways that sent bolts of pleasure racing through her body.

Shipra could barely hold herself up, her legs trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her head tilting back as she surrendered completely to his rough yet pleasurable attention to her tits. Each flick of his tongue, each rough squeeze of her tender flesh, sent her spiraling deeper into a haze of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Namrata knelt between Patode’s legs, her lips gliding along the base of his shaft, kept glancing upward to the scene unfolding above her. She couldn’t help but notice the unrelenting attention Shipra was receiving, and a spark of competitiveness lit within her. Not one to be left behind, Namrata shifted on her knees, her movements deliberate and enticing as she positioned herself for her own claim to his attention.

She straightened, her body gliding upward until her full, round breasts were level with Patode’s throbbing shaft. Her lips curved into a sly, seductive smile as she pressed her soft mounds together, enveloping his cock between them. The heat of his arousal against her skin sent a thrill through her, and with a slow, sensual motion, she began sliding her breasts up and down his length.

The friction was maddeningly pleasurable, the softness of her skin contrasting with the hardness of his cock. Namrata tightened her grip, her hands pressing her breasts together to create a snug, sinful embrace around him. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against the swollen head of his cock every time it emerged from the valley of her cleavage.

Patode groaned deeply, without removing his mouth from Shipra's tits, he tilted his head down as Namrata worked him with calculated precision. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, teasing him, drawing out his pleasure, but she soon increased her pace, her breasts gliding over him in a rhythmic, intoxicating motion.

Namrata wasn’t content to stop there. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to flick against the tip of his cock every time it peeked out from between her breasts. The combination of sensations—the warmth of her mouth and the pillowy softness of her chest—was enough to make him shudder with pleasure.

"Don't you forget about me down here Patode," Namrata murmured, her voice sultry and teasing as she glanced up at him through hooded eyes. "I’ll make you feel things she can’t even dream of."



Her confidence and determination only fueled Patode’s arousal, his groans growing louder as he tangled his fingers in her hair, encouraging her to continue. Namrata’s hands, mouth, and body worked in perfect harmony, her every move a testament to her desire to prove herself. 

Between the overwhelming pleasure of Shipra’s submission above him and Namrata’s relentless efforts below, Patode was lost in a haze of ecstasy edging closer and closer to his release as each woman kept vying for his undivided attention in the most seductive ways imaginable.

Not wanting to surrender to the mounting pleasure so soon, Patode pushed himself upright, his sudden movement drawing frustrated groans from both Namrata and Shipra. Their flushed faces and lust-darkened eyes stared up at him, their lips slightly parted as they panted from their earlier efforts.

“Relax, ladies,” Patode said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, heavy with arousal. His broad chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and undeniable dominance. A cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took in the sight of their eager, expectant faces. 

"Let's not ruin the night by making me cum so soon," he continued as he reached out, his strong hands gripping Namrata's arm as he pulled her up to stand before him. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped an arm around her waist and then extended the other to Shipra, drawing her closer until the three of them were locked in an intimate, heated embrace. 

His hands traveled down their curves, settling possessively on their round, supple asses. His fingers dug into the soft flesh with deliberate intensity, drawing gasps from both women as their bodies pressed flush against him. 



They melted into him, surrendering to the magnetic pull of his touch, every nerve alight with anticipation. His lips hovered dangerously close to theirs, his warm breath fanning over their skin as he whispered, his voice a delicious growl, "We've only just begun, ladies. Surely, you aren’t satisfied with just a little foreplay."

He paused, letting his words hang in the charged silence, his sharp gaze flicking between Shipra and Namrata, both of whom wore expressions flushed with desire. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he added, "I can see, the itch of your slutty cunts won't be satiated until you both get a proper fucking,"

His bold declaration drew a chorus of breathy giggles from the two women, their eyes glinting with equal parts mischief and hunger. With a mischievous smile Patode continued, "May be”, his voice dropping to a teasing rumble, “I should call Salim bhai to join us? Two dicks, two beautiful women and their two tight slutty holes, dripping and ready to be fucked… nobody leaves unsatisfied. What say ladies?” His gaze flicked toward the security camera in the corner, knowing full well Salim was watching and reveling in the tease.

Shipra and Namrata pulled away from Patode, their bodies still humming with lingering heat as they exchanged a playful glance before Namrata raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t push it, Patode," she spoke her tone a blend of tease and mock sternness. "You might end up shagging on your own tonight."

"Yeah, be careful Patode," Shipra chimed in, stepping forward with an amused glint in her eyes. Her slender fingers brushed over her dress as she started adjusting it back into place. "You might think you can seduce your way into every dirty fantasy your twisted little mind can conjure, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves."

She paused, her gaze flicking briefly to Namrata before settling back on Patode. "Besides, it’s getting late, we should head back before things get out of hand and some waiter walks in."

Both women shared a light giggle, the sound cutting through the tension and easing the simmering heat in the air. Their eyes, however, still carried a glimmer of mischief, a spark that hinted at unfinished business.

Shipra and Namrata smoothed out their hair, adjusted their dresses and retouched their make up, their movements deliberate and unhurried. Despite their playful teasing, their flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded gazes betrayed the fact that the embers of their earlier passion were still glowing faintly beneath the surface.

Patode chuckled sensing the limits, he raised his hands in mock surrender as he adjusted his pants. “I was just joking, ladies. But it would be a let down if the fun ended here wouldn't it? The night is still young and we all are still very horny. Lets head back and continue our little afterparty.”

Patode's word lightened the situation as the trio exited the hut after composing themselves, stepping into the cool night air as they made their way to the car. Salim was waiting for them, leaning casually against the hood, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“I trust you enjoyed our hospitality, ladies?” Salim asked, his voice courteous yet carrying an unmistakable undertone of amusement.

“It was… lovely, Salim ji,” Namrata replied smoothly, flashing a charming smile. Shipra, on the other hand, kept her gaze low, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Salim continued, handing a bottle of imported liquor to Patode. “A small token of appreciation from my side. I hope it adds to the rest of your night.”

Patode accepted the bottle with a smug nod, his signature grin stretching across his face. “Thank you, Salim bhai. And don’t worry,” he added, his voice thick with confidence, “the night is far from over.”

As Namrata and Shipra slid into the car, their hushed laughter carrying hints of lingering excitement, Patode lingered behind, pulling Salim aside with a firm hand on his shoulder. His voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial tone, his expression unreadable. “So, Salim bhai,” he began, leaning in slightly, “what’s the verdict? Did the show meet your expectations? Enough to help you make up your mind?”

Salim’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sly, almost predatory smile. “Alright, Patode,” he said after a moment’s pause, his voice slow and deliberate. “You win. I’m ready to help you.” He stopped, his tone shifting to something darker, more cunning. “But there’s one condition.”

Patode raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “And what’s that?”

Salim’s grin widened as he leaned closer, his voice low and venomous, "I get to fuck them tonight. I'll teach these bitches a lesson for doubting my masculinity. I’ll remind them what a real man—even as old as me—is capable of.” His sneer was laced with malice, his intentions clear.

“That’s not how it works, Salim bhai,” he said smoothly, his smile tinged with mockery. “These aren’t some cheap roadside whores you can lay hands on whenever you feel like it. Do you have any idea how much effort it took to seduce them to this point? Months of planning, subtle manipulation, building trust. You think I’d just hand them over that easily?”

Patode let his words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes narrowing as his voice turned colder, more measured. “You want your turn? Fine. Confirm me that Saad is coming to the inauguration and then I'll make sure you get to enjoy them both to your hearts content.”

Salim nodded reluctantly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face as he grasped Patode’s hand in a firm handshake. Patode, ever the showman, winked at him before turning and climbing into the car, his grin never faltering as they drove off into the night.

End of Chapter 27: Patode's Game