Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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"Wait... hmmmm... Patode, let me -let me take a shower first... Oh goddddddd... it's dirty down there."

 

Shipra's plea dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Patode pinned her down on the couch, his grip unrelenting. The plush cushion beneath her did little to soothe the feverish heat spreading through her body, her legs splayed wide, knees bent toward the ceiling as if in helpless surrender.

 

Just a few feet from the door, her shredded yellow kurti lay discarded near her luggage along with her white spaghetti, the delicate fabrics torn cleanly in two-a clear testament to Patode's raw impatience. Her soft, pink lips - swollen and tender, bore deep red imprints that told of the wild hunger with which he ravaged them and the insatiable lust that had consumed them both. The bruises bloomed like dark roses against her skin, each one a mark of possession, a testament to the raw, unrestrained passion he had poured into every kiss, with streaks of smudged lipstick staining her mouth and chin in uneven blotches. 

 

Her dark silky hair, which seconds ago was neatly tied, now spilled in dark disarray, fanned wildly around the couch, clinging to the sweat-slicked skin of her neck. The same neck, which still throbbed, flushed and sensitive, encircled with faint red impressions—the fading imprints of his fingers from when he'd wrapped his hand around her throat.

 

But it was just the start of Patode's dominating lust and Shipra's willing submission.

 

With a low growl, he wedged himself between her trembling thighs, his fingers hooking into the torn fabric of her leggings. The flimsy material had already given way under his rough handling, the gaping hole exposing the damp lace of her panties-now nothing more than a flimsy barrier. A sharp tug, and he wrenched the panties aside, baring her already wet pussy completely to his hungry gaze.

 

She whimpered as his hot breath ghosted over her slick flesh, her hips jerking involuntarily when his tongue dragged through her folds in one long, filthy stroke.

 

"Ahhhhhhh-!"

 

Her back arched off the floor, fingers twisting into his hair-whether to pull him closer or shove him away, even she didn't know. But Patode didn't give her time to decide. His mouth sealed over her, tongue plunging deep, lapping at her with an almost feral desperation. Every flick, every suck sent electric shocks through her nerves, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure and shame warred within her.

 

The wet, obscene sounds of his feasting filled the room, mingling with her broken moans.

 

“I can't wait anymore to devour you Shipra. Besides, it’s perfect like this… warm, trembling, and so intoxicating,” Patode murmured, lifting his head just enough for Shipra to see the glint in his eyes. His lips and chin glistened with Shipra's arousal, the musky scent of her pleasure thick in the air between them.

 

Shipra lifted her head, her dark eyes locking onto his with raw, unspoken hunger. There was no hesitation, no shyness-just a primal understanding of what they both wanted. Without a word, Patode's tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, dragging a torturous, wet stripe up her soaked slit.

 

"Fuuuuck-" Shipra's back arched off the couch, her fingers twisting into his hair, gripping hard as pleasure and desperation collided inside her. "God, it feels so good, you'll make me cum with your tongue..." Her voice was a broken moan, her thighs trembling around his head.

 

Patode's dark chuckle rumbled against her skin, the vibrations sending a shiver through her body, drawing a desperate whimper from her lips. His breath was hot, his proximity overwhelming-every inch of him radiated dominance, and she was helpless under its weight.

 

"That pathetic husband of yours," his voice was a velvet-dark taunt, dripping with derision as his fingers digging into the soft creamy flesh of her inner thigh. "Tell me- Does he at least give you oral pleasure?" 

 

But before she could muster a reply- before she could even draw breath - he buried his mouth upon her dripping cunt sealing over her slick throbbing flesh. His tongue moved with deliberate precision, tracing the swollen crest of her clit before circling it in slow, maddening strokes. Every flick sent electric currents racing through her, every deep, languid lick drew another broken sound from her lips. 

 

Shipra was drowning in sensation- the wet molten heat of his mouth, the searing contrast of his rough cheek grazing her tender inner thighs, the way his tongue delved deeper, probing her entrance before retreating to torment her all over again. Her juices coated his lips, her arousal thick and heady between them, and the obscene sound of his devotion only amplified her shameful pleasure.

 

Shipra's body arched, her thighs trembling violently as if they might give way. Her fingers clawed into the cushions, fabric tearing under her nails, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly-a knot of ecstasy and humiliation, winding until she feared it might snap.

 

"N-no-" The word broke from her lips in a ragged whisper, her breath coming in uneven hitches. Without thinking, her own hand rose to her swollen breast spilling out of her bra, fingers pinching a stiff nipple, tugging hard as if to distract herself from the sinful heat between her legs. "He never... fuck... never even tried."

 

Patode let out a derisive snort, his lips curling in contempt. "What a total fucking loser. Unemployed, pathetic in bed and doesn't even orally satisfy you. What the hell are you even doing with him? No wonder you lose all control when with me. With a real man who knows what a cheating slut like you crave." 

 

Then, without warning, his palm cracked sharply against her inner thigh-the sting making her jolt, her skin flushing with heat. "Turn over, you desperate little bitch," he growled. "On your knees. Arch that pretty back, jut that perfect ass out-now. Let me show you how a real man feasts and treats his women."

 

Shipra obeyed without hesitation, her body thrumming with anticipation as she positioned herself on the couch, every nerve alight with the promise of what was coming next.

 

Spank! Spank!

 

Two sharp slaps landed in quick succession, the sound echoing through the room, the heat of his hands branding her skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into the cushions as Patode wasted no time -he gripped the edges of her already torn leggings and yanked, the material splitting apart with a rough, satisfying tear, baring her curvy bottom to his hungry gaze.

 

"Just look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration as he traced the heart-shaped curve of her ass. The very next moment his fingers tangled in the flimsy fabric of her panties, and with one rough yank, he ripped it away, the fabric giving way with a sharp snap. Shipra cried out-half shock, half exhilaration-her body jerking at the sheer wildness of it.

 

"Tell me," Patode demanded, his hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her twitching, needy holes to his hungry gaze. "How much did you miss being my slut?" His fingers brushed over her slick entrance, teasing, taunting, before he plunged two fingers deep inside her with one smooth, ruthless thrust.

 

She trembled uncontrollably, her hips grinding back against his hand with urgent desperation, her body betraying her need before her voice even could. A ragged, broken moan tore from her throat, thick with longing. “Aaaaaahhh… fuckkkk…” she gasped, her breath hitching with every stroke. “Goddamn it, Patode-this-this is what I fucking needed! —this passion, this roughness—I craved it. The last two fucking days have been torturous. I missed your dominance, your control, the way you fucking ruin me. I missed it all. Now fucking do it-I can't take it anymore. Stop the fucking foreplay and ruin me right now-break me, fuck me stupid, I can't take it anymore!" Her words dissolved into a desperate whine as she looked back at him over her shoulder, rolling her hips, presenting herself like the wanton little slut she was.

 

Patode's laugh was dark, triumphant.

 

"Pathetic, isn't it?" He mused as he withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt making Shipra squirm with frustration. With deliberate slowness, he brought them to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste her arousal, savouring the salt-sweet proof of her desperation. A cruel smirk curled his lips as he watched Shipra sprawled on all fours before him-her back arched, her body trembling with anticipation. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, the dampness between her thighs betraying her desperate need.



"That clueless wimp-he doesn't have the faintest idea what a filthy, insatiable whore he married. Lucky for him, I didn't find you sooner....or he'd be raising a bastard child right now. Isn't that right Slut?" A low, taunting laugh escaped him as his fingers began unbuckling his belt with practiced ease, the leather sliding free with a whisper of promise as he stepped back. He coiled the belt around his right hand, letting the excess hang ominously near the floor, the buckle glinting in the dim light. 

"Though you're still fertile and I'd gladly pump a baby in you," he purred, his voice thick with arrogance and lust. "Give your son a little sibling. What do you say, Shipra? Want me to breed you like the bitch you are with this tool?" 

With a rough shove his trousers hit the floor and he fished out his fully erect cock from his snug underwear.

Shipra turned her head sharply, ready to snap back with outrage, but the moment her gaze fell between his legs, the words caught in her throat and her mouth went dry.

There it was—thick, veined, and unapologetically erect—his monstrous cock hanging with a primal weight that made her heart stutter. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, but the sight still hit her like a wave. The memory, the sensation of what it had done to her, the way it had stretched her, filled her, and dragged cries of ecstasy from her lips she didn’t know she was capable of. The blissful pleasure it had made her experience and the satisfaction it had given her after years of mediocre sex. It all came rushing back and left her stunned and trembling with need.

A rush of heat flooded her cheeks as she bit her lower lip, trying to fight the flush spreading down her neck. Her breath hitched; her protest forgotten as her eyes stayed helplessly locked on that throbbing pillar of flesh. Logic receded, her defiance crumbling under the overwhelming pull of desire that clouded her mind and dried her mouth.

"Should I take that stunned silence as a yes, slut?" Patode taunted, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto hers.

"N-No!" Shipra snapped, shaking herself out of the trance. "Don't flatter yourself, you pervert. Just because I've agreed to this... arrangement doesn't mean you own me. Now are we going to fuck, or are you going to keep rambling about your twisted fantasies?"

A dark chuckle rumbled from him, low and venomous. "Hahaha... We'll see about that." The amusement in his voice was a blade wrapped in velvet. "But you seem to be forgetting the dynamics of this relationship... BITCH."

The last word was a whipcrack of its own-a split-second warning before the real strike came.

CRACK!

The belt cut through the air and lashed across her ass with brutal precision.

"AHHHHH-!" 

Shipra's cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered. Her body jerked forward, fingers scrambling against the couch's headrest as if it could anchor her against the onslaught. Tears welled, blurring her vision as the sting radiated in vicious waves, the welt rising angrily against her once-unblemished skin.

She barely had time to gasp before-

CRACK!

Another lash. Just as vicious. Just as merciless. This time, her knees buckled. A broken sob escaped her as she slumped forward, forehead pressing into the cool leather, her entire body trembling. The pain was unbearable -each throb a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

Yet beneath the agony, something else simmered.

Arrousal. Humiliation. Submission.

"Not even an hour since you landed in Ambruj, and here you are. Already stripped naked, on your knees, begging another man to fuck your slutty cunt. You think you are in any position to make demands," he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble. "You're just a cock-hungry little bitch who can't keep her legs closed. You may play boss at the office, but here? You're mine. My fucktoy. My whore."

Patode stepped forward and leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll take you whenever, wherever, and however I please. And if you ever forget that again..."

His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "...I'll be happy to remind you again."

 
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