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Bollywood rehearsal mein Aditi ke saath sex

6 min readHindi Sex Stories

Aditi ke pair mere pair ke upar aa gaya, lekin usne maafi maangne ki jagah meri kalai daba di. Playback speaker se geet ki woh lambi line aa rahi thi jisme do log ek doosre ki saanson mein sama jaate hain, aur main phir bhi mark ke hisaab se ek haath ki doori bachaaye khada tha.

Andheri West ke is rehearsal studio mein, India ki film line ka yeh roz ka drill tha. Hum dono ek family song ke pehle verse par kaam kar rahe the, lekin track jo baj raha tha usme saans aur shikve zyada gehre the.

Usne mirror mein meri nazar pakdi.

“Tumhe pata hai yeh kaunsa version baj raha hai, ya tum mujhe jaan bujh kar door rakhna chahte ho?”

Sawal itna seedha tha ke step tut gaya. Maine speaker ki taraf dekha. Wahi purana black box floor ke kone mein ghoom raha tha, volume itna ke koi bhi galti chhip jaye.

“Yeh cut wala intimate mix hai,” maine kaha. “Family cut se alag hai. Kisne plug ghuma diya?”

Practice ke darmiyan rukawat

Aditi ne meri shirt ka koi button nahi khola. Sirf itna pucha, “Tum door isliye ho kyunki camera nahi hai, ya kyunki tum mujhe nahi chahte?”

Yeh personal sawal tha, kaam ka nahi. Bharat ke is sheher Mumbai mein shoot ki bheed ke peeche aisa khali floor mushkil se milta hai. Bahar corridor par chai ki tap-tap thi, lekin andar hum akele the. Lunch ka board bahar latka tha.

Maine saaf kaha, “Main tumhe chahta hoon. Yeh hisaab naukri ka nahi hai. Agar tum rukna chaho to main track band kar dunga.”

Usne apna ek haath mere seene par rakha aur dheere se sir hilaaya. “Rukna nahi. Yeh version ek baar jeena hai, yahin. Tum bhi bolo.”

“Main bhi yahi chahta hoon.”

Uske baad koi lecture nahi hua. Aditi ne mere gale ke peeche haath daal kar mujhe mirror ke kareeb kheencha. Uski aankhen gehre brown thi, paseene se maatha chamak raha tha. Maine uske honthon ko chuma, pehle halke se, phir jab uski jeebh mili to tez.

Meri shirt uske haath se upar utar gayi. Track pant ki nara mere hi haath se khuli kyunki uski ungliyan meri kamar par thi. Maroon choli ke peeche hook the, unhe kholte hi kapda neeche gir gaya. Uski stan bhaari the, nipples tight. Muh lagate hi usne mere baal pakde aur ek dabi hui awaaz nikaali.

“Yahan mat ruko,” usne kaha, lekin yeh mana nahi tha. Yeh aur kareeb aane ka ishara tha.

Mirror ke saamne faisla

Sheeshe mein hum dono adhkhule dikh rahe the. Aditi ke palazzo ki elastic meri ungliyon ke neeche se sarak gayi. Uski thighs garam thi, beech mein kapda geela. Maine uski chut par hath phera to woh meri kalai ko apni taraf daba kar khadi rahi, pair thoda khol kar.

“Ahista, phir tez,” usne saans ke beech kaha.

Do ungliyan andar gayi to uski kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi. Geelapan itna tha ke awaaz bhi aa rahi thi, lekin speaker ki line us par chhaayi rahi. Maine uske nipples ko jeebh se dabaya, usne mera lund track pant ke andar se pakad liya. Kapda tight ho chuka tha.

Pant neeche ki to mera lund uski hatheli par tapka. Usne muh mein liya, pehle sirf sira, phir gehra. Mirror ke saamne ghutnon ke bal, uske baal meri mutthi mein. Main zyada der muh mein nahi raha kyunki meri tangein kaanp rahi thi.

“Utho,” maine kaha. Woh uthi aur mere honthon par apna taste chhod gayi.

Rehearsal mats floor par bichhe the, pehle verse ke spins ke liye. Unhi par Aditi let gayi, pair mere kandhon ke paas. Maine uski chut chatni shuru ki, clit par gol, phir jeebh andar. Uski saans barh gayi, ek pair meri peeth par tik gaya.

“Kabir, ab andar.” Naam usne aise liya jaise mark ki ginti ho, seedhi aur saaf.

Main uske upar aaya. Lund uski chut ke muh par raga, geele se fislaya, phir dheere ghusaya. Woh tight thi, lekin geeli hone ki wajah se pura baith gaya. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, mere chehre par tik gayin.

Pehle dhakke lambe the. Har dhakke par uske stan hilte, meri chhati se ragad khate. Usne meri kamar pakdi, nails halki si gad gayi. Beech beech mein woh geet ki wohi lambi line gungunane lagi, bina sur ke, bas saans ke taur par.

“Aur kareeb,” usne kaha, aur maine uski ek taang apne kandhe par utha li. Angle badalte hi lund aur gehra gaya. Uski chut ne pakad liya, dhakke tez ho gaye. Mats neeche se sarakne lage, lekin hum rukey nahi.

Kabhi kabhi main bahar nikal kar sirf sira ragadta, phir poora andar maar deta. Uske muh se jo awaaz aati, woh film wale dialogue jaisi polished nahi thi. Woh adi-adhoori, geeli, mera naam ke tukdon wali thi.

“Yahan… yahi… mat nikalna abhi.”

Maine nikaala nahi. Uske andar hi rhythm badla, chhote tez dhakke. Uski thighs meri kamar par kasti rahi. Ek pal uski aankhen bhar aayi, lekin woh rona nahi tha. Woh chodne ke kareeb thi.

Hath uski clit par rakh kar main sath sath malish karta raha. Uski body ki tarang pehle pet mein uthi, phir uski chut ne lund ko jhatke se pakda. Woh meri gardan mein muh daal kar aa gayi, daant halka sa chamdi par. Geelapan aur badh gaya, mere jangh tak.

Main uske upar tika raha, dhakke ab meri zaroorat ke the. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par thi, har dhakka lete hue. Lund itna tight tha ke soch bhi nahi tikti. Aakhri jhatke mein maine uski kamar pakad kar gehra choda, pani uski chut ke andar chhoot gaya, lamba, garam.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Speaker ab bhi wahi mix ghumata raha, jaise floor ko pata hi na ho ke step khatam ho chuke hain. Main uske upar se hat kar bagal mein let gaya. Aditi ki ek taang meri taang par padi rahi, uski chut se meri pani dheere bahar aa rahi thi, mats par ek geela nishaan chhodti.

“Kapde,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, lekin uthne se pehle mere seene par ek chhota sa chuma aur hans diya. Woh hasi sharmaane wali nahi thi. Kaam wapas aane se pehle ki hasi thi.

Maine uski choli uthayi, hook lagaye. Usne meri shirt fenki, main pehn li. Palazzo usne khadi hokar khinche, main track pant ki nara bandh raha tha jab uski nazar speaker ke peeche chali gayi.

Receiver ki hari batti

Black box ke side panel par ek chhoti receiver light jalti thi. Rehearsal shuru hone par woh red thi, maine khud dekhi thi. Ab woh green thi, bilkul still, jaise line khuli ho.

“Yeh control booth se juda hua hai,” maine kaha. Awaaz meri hi thi, lekin andar kuch khisak gaya.

Aditi ne choli ka last hook lagate hue sirf itna kaha, “Ja.”

Maine sneaker pair mein thele, laces bhi nahi ki. Dupatta chair par waisa hi pada raha. Mirror mein meri shirt ulat thi, lekin main ruk kar nahi sudhara. Green light ko dekhte hi pehla kaam wahi tha.

Iron stairs booth ki taraf studio ke kone se jati thi. Main unhi ki taraf dauda, pair geele mat ke kinaare se fisle, lekin gir nahi. Peeche Aditi ka pair floor par pada, lekin uski awaaz nahi aayi. Speaker ab bhi ghoom raha tha, aur hari batti uske kandhe jaisi chamak rahi thi, meri taraf nahi, oopar ki taraf.

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