27-02-2025, 09:50 PM
Continued from the last post....
"Hey man, where are your bodyguards?" Chetan joked, raising an eyebrow as he and Bhiva took their seat in the tea shop near the bus stand. It was a playful jab at Bhiva, as he always had a group of loyal sidekicks, men who followed him around like shadows, whether out of respect, fear or just to look cool.
Bhiva scoffed, signaling the tea vendor for a cup. "Come on, Chetan bro, you’re the real big shot here. The future collector of Ambruj," he shot back with a grin, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Both knew the truth—Chetan had never been serious about his studies. He had spent the last few years in Pune, living off his father’s money, partying, and chasing fleeting pleasures in the name of preparing for competitive exams. The idea of him as a ‘collector’ was laughable.
"Nice one," Chetan chuckled, shaking his head at their long-standing habit of ribbing each other. It had been a while since they last met, and despite the passage of time, their dynamic remained unchanged. "It’s good to see you, Bhiva. How have you been?" he asked, his tone casual yet genuinely curious.
"Same old," Bhiva shrugged, taking his first sip of the scalding tea. "So your father finally managed to reign you in. How come you accepted to work in this shitty town?" He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "And what about that hotty you were screwing in Pune? Huh?"
Chetan’s jaw tightened slightly at the mention of his ex. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he stared at the ripples in his tea. "Let’s not talk about that cheating bitch," he muttered, his voice laced with underlying anger. "That gold digger found some other loser to mooch off." He took another sip, his fingers tightening around the glass. "As for the coming back… well, you know me. Studying was never my thing. It was only a matter of time before I ended up back here. Father is getting old and he needed me to handle the business now. So, here I am."
Bhiva’s expression darkened momentarily before a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "You want me to take care of that bitch for you?" he asked, his voice suddenly devoid of humor. "Just say the word, Chetan bro. I’ll make sure she and her new sugar daddy regret ever messing with you." His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden bench as if already planning out the details.
Chetan chuckled, shaking his head as he waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, man. She’s not worth it. Anyway, what about you? Still playing pet to that motherfucker Patode?"
Bhiva leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "Suit yourself," he said, though his tone suggested he wouldn’t hesitate if Chetan changed his mind.
After a moment, he furrowed his brows. "But tell me something—why the hell don’t you like Patode bhau? He’s a reputed man and always has been good to me," he added, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness.
Chetan exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "I don’t know, man. Sometimes you just don’t like a person for no particular reason," he admitted, swirling the last bit of tea in his glass. "But that guy… he gives me bad vibes. Something about him feels… off. And don't be so naive, Bhiva—men like Patode, aren’t anyone’s ‘bhau’ or ‘friend.’ They live for their own gain, and the moment you’re no longer useful, they’ll toss you aside like garbage. Reputed my ass. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so trusting."
Bhiva let out a loud laugh, waving off Chetan’s concerns. "No wonder your girl left you. You’re so negative man!" he joked, elbowing him in the ribs.
They both laughed out loud enjoying themselves while they caught up with each other.
Chetan stood up, stretching his arms. "Come on, just tea won’t do. Let’s get a real drink."
Bhiva’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now you’re talking! Let's go". He flicked a few rupees onto the tea stall’s counter before leading the way to his bike.
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The distant howls of stray dogs echoed through the quiet streets of Ambruj, mingling with the low hum of vehicles passing through the empty roads. It was well past 8, and the small town had already begun its descent into the hush of the night. Houses were cloaked in darkness, their occupants retreating into sleep, unaware of the sinful act unfolding in the open air of Patode’s lawn.
Beneath the vast, starlit sky, Shipra lay sprawled on the rough wooden cot, stripped bare, her sweat-slicked body writhing under the relentless weight of Patode. The air was thick with the muffled sounds of her moans—desperate, broken whimpers swallowed by the firm press of his calloused hand over her mouth. His other hand gripped her wrist, pinning it above her head, holding her captive beneath him.
His body, heavy with dominance, moved with brutal precision, hips driving forward in an unrelenting, merciless rhythm. His cock plunged deep inside her drenched pussy, each thrust sending fresh waves of wet, obscene squelches into the night air. Sweat dripped from his heaving chest, mingling with hers, their bodies colliding in raw, primal hunger.
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Shipra was drowning in pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Her legs were spread wide, raised straight up, trembling in the air as Patode drove into her with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her overstimulated body, his thick length stretching her, filling her completely, pushing her closer to a climax so intense it made her toes curl.
Patode's open lawn was filled with the scent of sweat and sin, the wooden cot beneath her creaking in rhythm with his brutal pace. Her body had long since surrendered to him, responding with feverish desperation to every punishing stroke. The constant arousal, the agonizing hour of teasing, the cruel denial of release—it had all built to this moment. And now, with the added, perverse thrill of being taken so shamelessly in the open—by a man who wasn’t her husband, no less—Shipra felt a soul-shattering pleasure that defied anything she had ever felt or even imagined.
Patode’s breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "You still want me to stop and head back?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery as he picked up his pace, driving into her even harder and removed his hand from her mouth.
With deliberate cruelty, he removed his hand from her mouth, giving her the chance to speak—though he already knew the truth.
"Fuckkkkkkk.....Noooooooo...... Keep going.... I am so close..... Fuck me harder you bastard"
Shipra’s entire body jolted at the intensified thrusts. Her head thrashed against the cot, her eyes rolling back as she screamed in pleasure, no longer giving a damn about the risk or shame of the perverted act.
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Patode chuckled darkly at the sight of her—completely undone, utterly submissive, trapped in the pleasure he was mercilessly forcing upon her. "What if someone walks on us, Shipra?" Patode teased.
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"I don't give a fuck... Just keep going... Oh Godddddd.... Ohhh my Godddddd.... don't you dare stop now!" Her eyes locked onto his, fierce and unyielding as if daring him to deny her. Her legs tightened around his hips, locking him in place, ensuring he couldn't pull away-not now, not when she was so close to the edge.
Patode let out a low, condescending laugh. "Just a moment ago, you dreaded the idea of a little outdoor fun," he mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "And now, listen to yourself—moaning like a wanton little slut, ready to put on a show for any perverted stranger who happens to stumble upon us. I wonder, Shipra, is it the danger that excites you? The thought of being watched, of some stranger standing in the shadows, stroking himself to the sight of you so shamelessly coming apart under me?"
His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he drove into her harder, making her feel every punishing inch of his dominance.
"And you know what wouldn’t surprise me?" he continued, his voice thick with dark amusement. "If some filthy bastard were to step right up, unzip his pants, and shove his cock into that eager little mouth of yours. I bet you'd take him without hesitation, wouldn’t you, Shipra?"
Shipra’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered completely. She didn’t have the words to deny him. Didn’t even have the will to. Not when every nerve in her body was screaming for release. Not when he was pushing her right to the edge of oblivion.
"You’d love it, wouldn’t you?" he pressed, his grip tightening, his rhythm merciless. "Being used. Being seen. Being nothing more than a hungry, needy little slut, desperate for whatever she's given."
His words were meant to humiliate her, to remind her of how far she'd fallen, but Shipra was beyond shame. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, and she could feel herself teetering on the brink of release.
"Shut up," she hissed, her voice trembling but fierce. "Just... shut the fuck up Patode. I don't care who sees... I don't care about anything but this." Her words were a desperate plea, a raw admission of her need, and Patode's smirk widened as he obliged, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she shattered.
The depraved image he had painted lingered in her mind, wicked and forbidden, feeding the fire that burned in her core. It pushed her past the limits of control, past the edge of reason, until suddenly—she shattered.
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A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her entire body seizing as the orgasm ripped through her with a force so intense it was almost unbearable. It started deep inside her, a wildfire of pleasure that spread like an unstoppable wave, consuming her. Her legs began to tremble violently, her thighs clamping around him as if trying to hold onto something, anything, while her world spun out of control. Her breath hitched, her jaw clenched tight, her head tilted back as her eyes rolled into her skull, lost to the sheer, mind-numbing ecstasy.
![[Image: 26357062.gif?width=300]](https://imagex1.sx.cdn.live/images/pinporn/2021/12/07/26357062.gif?width=300)
Her entire body convulsed beneath him, trapped in the relentless aftershocks of her climax. Jolt after jolt of unbearable pleasure surged from her thoroughly fucked, overstimulated cunt, shooting through her veins like white-hot electricity. Her hips bucked wildly, beyond her control, as her hands thrashed against the wooden cot, fingers clawing at nothing. Every muscle in her body tensed at once, locking up for a few agonizing, exquisite seconds, her body betraying her in its desperate attempt to process the intensity of her release. It felt like she was shattering, unraveling, breaking apart under the sheer force of it all.
![[Image: 19951292.gif?width=300]](https://imagex1.sx.cdn.live/images/pinporn/2018/09/12/19951292.gif?width=300)
And then—she let go.
Her tightly held moans finally broke free, morphing into a strangled cry that was half outrage, half undeniable, reckless pleasure.
"I’m cummmmingggggg… ohhhh Godddddd… Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
The words tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing into the night without a single care for who might hear. She didn’t care if someone was watching. She didn’t care if her shameless cries reached unwanted ears. She didn’t care about modesty, about dignity, about the person she had once been before this moment. Right now, nothing else mattered.
Not the risk.
Not the consequences.
Not the wicked things she had allowed herself to feel.
All that mattered was this. This climax. This freedom. This surrender. This overwhelming, soul-shaking ecstasy that she had denied herself for far too long.
End of Chapter 30: An Illusion of Escape: Part 3
"Hey man, where are your bodyguards?" Chetan joked, raising an eyebrow as he and Bhiva took their seat in the tea shop near the bus stand. It was a playful jab at Bhiva, as he always had a group of loyal sidekicks, men who followed him around like shadows, whether out of respect, fear or just to look cool.
Bhiva scoffed, signaling the tea vendor for a cup. "Come on, Chetan bro, you’re the real big shot here. The future collector of Ambruj," he shot back with a grin, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Both knew the truth—Chetan had never been serious about his studies. He had spent the last few years in Pune, living off his father’s money, partying, and chasing fleeting pleasures in the name of preparing for competitive exams. The idea of him as a ‘collector’ was laughable.
"Nice one," Chetan chuckled, shaking his head at their long-standing habit of ribbing each other. It had been a while since they last met, and despite the passage of time, their dynamic remained unchanged. "It’s good to see you, Bhiva. How have you been?" he asked, his tone casual yet genuinely curious.
"Same old," Bhiva shrugged, taking his first sip of the scalding tea. "So your father finally managed to reign you in. How come you accepted to work in this shitty town?" He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "And what about that hotty you were screwing in Pune? Huh?"
Chetan’s jaw tightened slightly at the mention of his ex. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he stared at the ripples in his tea. "Let’s not talk about that cheating bitch," he muttered, his voice laced with underlying anger. "That gold digger found some other loser to mooch off." He took another sip, his fingers tightening around the glass. "As for the coming back… well, you know me. Studying was never my thing. It was only a matter of time before I ended up back here. Father is getting old and he needed me to handle the business now. So, here I am."
Bhiva’s expression darkened momentarily before a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "You want me to take care of that bitch for you?" he asked, his voice suddenly devoid of humor. "Just say the word, Chetan bro. I’ll make sure she and her new sugar daddy regret ever messing with you." His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden bench as if already planning out the details.
Chetan chuckled, shaking his head as he waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, man. She’s not worth it. Anyway, what about you? Still playing pet to that motherfucker Patode?"
Bhiva leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "Suit yourself," he said, though his tone suggested he wouldn’t hesitate if Chetan changed his mind.
After a moment, he furrowed his brows. "But tell me something—why the hell don’t you like Patode bhau? He’s a reputed man and always has been good to me," he added, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness.
Chetan exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "I don’t know, man. Sometimes you just don’t like a person for no particular reason," he admitted, swirling the last bit of tea in his glass. "But that guy… he gives me bad vibes. Something about him feels… off. And don't be so naive, Bhiva—men like Patode, aren’t anyone’s ‘bhau’ or ‘friend.’ They live for their own gain, and the moment you’re no longer useful, they’ll toss you aside like garbage. Reputed my ass. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so trusting."
Bhiva let out a loud laugh, waving off Chetan’s concerns. "No wonder your girl left you. You’re so negative man!" he joked, elbowing him in the ribs.
They both laughed out loud enjoying themselves while they caught up with each other.
Chetan stood up, stretching his arms. "Come on, just tea won’t do. Let’s get a real drink."
Bhiva’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now you’re talking! Let's go". He flicked a few rupees onto the tea stall’s counter before leading the way to his bike.
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The distant howls of stray dogs echoed through the quiet streets of Ambruj, mingling with the low hum of vehicles passing through the empty roads. It was well past 8, and the small town had already begun its descent into the hush of the night. Houses were cloaked in darkness, their occupants retreating into sleep, unaware of the sinful act unfolding in the open air of Patode’s lawn.
Beneath the vast, starlit sky, Shipra lay sprawled on the rough wooden cot, stripped bare, her sweat-slicked body writhing under the relentless weight of Patode. The air was thick with the muffled sounds of her moans—desperate, broken whimpers swallowed by the firm press of his calloused hand over her mouth. His other hand gripped her wrist, pinning it above her head, holding her captive beneath him.
His body, heavy with dominance, moved with brutal precision, hips driving forward in an unrelenting, merciless rhythm. His cock plunged deep inside her drenched pussy, each thrust sending fresh waves of wet, obscene squelches into the night air. Sweat dripped from his heaving chest, mingling with hers, their bodies colliding in raw, primal hunger.
Shipra was drowning in pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Her legs were spread wide, raised straight up, trembling in the air as Patode drove into her with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her overstimulated body, his thick length stretching her, filling her completely, pushing her closer to a climax so intense it made her toes curl.
Patode's open lawn was filled with the scent of sweat and sin, the wooden cot beneath her creaking in rhythm with his brutal pace. Her body had long since surrendered to him, responding with feverish desperation to every punishing stroke. The constant arousal, the agonizing hour of teasing, the cruel denial of release—it had all built to this moment. And now, with the added, perverse thrill of being taken so shamelessly in the open—by a man who wasn’t her husband, no less—Shipra felt a soul-shattering pleasure that defied anything she had ever felt or even imagined.
Patode’s breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "You still want me to stop and head back?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery as he picked up his pace, driving into her even harder and removed his hand from her mouth.
With deliberate cruelty, he removed his hand from her mouth, giving her the chance to speak—though he already knew the truth.
"Fuckkkkkkk.....Noooooooo...... Keep going.... I am so close..... Fuck me harder you bastard"
Shipra’s entire body jolted at the intensified thrusts. Her head thrashed against the cot, her eyes rolling back as she screamed in pleasure, no longer giving a damn about the risk or shame of the perverted act.
Patode chuckled darkly at the sight of her—completely undone, utterly submissive, trapped in the pleasure he was mercilessly forcing upon her. "What if someone walks on us, Shipra?" Patode teased.
"I don't give a fuck... Just keep going... Oh Godddddd.... Ohhh my Godddddd.... don't you dare stop now!" Her eyes locked onto his, fierce and unyielding as if daring him to deny her. Her legs tightened around his hips, locking him in place, ensuring he couldn't pull away-not now, not when she was so close to the edge.
Patode let out a low, condescending laugh. "Just a moment ago, you dreaded the idea of a little outdoor fun," he mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "And now, listen to yourself—moaning like a wanton little slut, ready to put on a show for any perverted stranger who happens to stumble upon us. I wonder, Shipra, is it the danger that excites you? The thought of being watched, of some stranger standing in the shadows, stroking himself to the sight of you so shamelessly coming apart under me?"
His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he drove into her harder, making her feel every punishing inch of his dominance.
"And you know what wouldn’t surprise me?" he continued, his voice thick with dark amusement. "If some filthy bastard were to step right up, unzip his pants, and shove his cock into that eager little mouth of yours. I bet you'd take him without hesitation, wouldn’t you, Shipra?"
Shipra’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered completely. She didn’t have the words to deny him. Didn’t even have the will to. Not when every nerve in her body was screaming for release. Not when he was pushing her right to the edge of oblivion.
"You’d love it, wouldn’t you?" he pressed, his grip tightening, his rhythm merciless. "Being used. Being seen. Being nothing more than a hungry, needy little slut, desperate for whatever she's given."
His words were meant to humiliate her, to remind her of how far she'd fallen, but Shipra was beyond shame. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, and she could feel herself teetering on the brink of release.
"Shut up," she hissed, her voice trembling but fierce. "Just... shut the fuck up Patode. I don't care who sees... I don't care about anything but this." Her words were a desperate plea, a raw admission of her need, and Patode's smirk widened as he obliged, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she shattered.
The depraved image he had painted lingered in her mind, wicked and forbidden, feeding the fire that burned in her core. It pushed her past the limits of control, past the edge of reason, until suddenly—she shattered.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her entire body seizing as the orgasm ripped through her with a force so intense it was almost unbearable. It started deep inside her, a wildfire of pleasure that spread like an unstoppable wave, consuming her. Her legs began to tremble violently, her thighs clamping around him as if trying to hold onto something, anything, while her world spun out of control. Her breath hitched, her jaw clenched tight, her head tilted back as her eyes rolled into her skull, lost to the sheer, mind-numbing ecstasy.
Her entire body convulsed beneath him, trapped in the relentless aftershocks of her climax. Jolt after jolt of unbearable pleasure surged from her thoroughly fucked, overstimulated cunt, shooting through her veins like white-hot electricity. Her hips bucked wildly, beyond her control, as her hands thrashed against the wooden cot, fingers clawing at nothing. Every muscle in her body tensed at once, locking up for a few agonizing, exquisite seconds, her body betraying her in its desperate attempt to process the intensity of her release. It felt like she was shattering, unraveling, breaking apart under the sheer force of it all.
And then—she let go.
Her tightly held moans finally broke free, morphing into a strangled cry that was half outrage, half undeniable, reckless pleasure.
"I’m cummmmingggggg… ohhhh Godddddd… Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
The words tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing into the night without a single care for who might hear. She didn’t care if someone was watching. She didn’t care if her shameless cries reached unwanted ears. She didn’t care about modesty, about dignity, about the person she had once been before this moment. Right now, nothing else mattered.
Not the risk.
Not the consequences.
Not the wicked things she had allowed herself to feel.
All that mattered was this. This climax. This freedom. This surrender. This overwhelming, soul-shaking ecstasy that she had denied herself for far too long.
End of Chapter 30: An Illusion of Escape: Part 3
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