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Aurat ke kapde pehenkar Diya ke saath khula sex

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Lipstick ki kalam meri honthon par ruki hi thi ki Diya kamre ke darwaze par aa khadi hui. Main dressing table ke saamne sari pehne baitha tha, chudiyan hatheli par khanak rahi thin, bindi maathhe par chipki thi. Pallu baar baar mere kandhe se gir raha tha aur main use sambhalte hue lipstick poora karna chahta tha. Woh cup table par rakhte hue meri taraf dekhti rahi, phir seedha boli, “Doodh khatam hai. Ab tu yeh aurat ke kapde utar ke neeche dukan jaayega, ya inhi kapdon mein yahin rahega?”

Nagpur ki is colony ki hawa Bharat ki April wali garmi se bhari thi. Fan tez ghoom raha tha, par blouse ki backing phir bhi peeth se chipki rahi. Yeh meri roz ki shaam thi, chhutti ka woh hissa jab main lock laga kar sari nikalata hoon, lipstick lagata hoon, aur thodi der ke liye woh aadmi nahi rehta jo dukan, office, aur gali mein chalta hai. Diya yeh jaanti thi. Aaj usne routine tod di.

Maine brush neeche rakha. Cup ki chai ab bhi garam thi, lekin uski nazar meri aankhon par nahi, mere kapdon par atki hui thi. “Inhi kapdon mein,” maine kaha. “Dukan baad mein. Doodh kal subah bhi mil jaayega.” Jawab aate hi turant kaam badal gaya. Main uthne wala tha jeans nikalne, lekin ab main kursi par hi reh gaya, pallu god mein lapeta, lipstick adhuri si chamak ke saath.

Diya andar aayi aur darwaza peeche se band kiya, zorse nahi, bas itna ki gali ka shor kam ho. “Kal subah nahi,” usne kaha. “Agar tu in aurat ke kapdon mein rehna chahta hai, to abhi reh. Main neeche jaungi. Par pehle yeh bata, tu mujhe aaj bhi tab chahiye jab tera bindi aur blouse dono lage hon, ya sirf tab jab tu mard ke kapde pehen le?”

Usne seedha poocha

Sawal chhota tha, lekin usne meri saans rok di. Main aksar sochta tha ki Diya meri is aadat ko seh rahi hai, jaise koi shauk ho. Aaj uski awaaz mein sehna nahi tha. Woh mere saamne khadi thi, cotton kurta garmi se halke se chipka, baal khule, pair nange. “Mujhe abhi chahiye,” maine kaha. “Isi sari mein. Agar tujhe nahi, to tu doodh lene nikal ja. Main nahi rokunga.”

Woh hans di, woh wali hasi nahi jo sharm chhupati hai. “Main nikalne se pehle tujhe chhodna chahti hoon. Haan. Abhi. Inhi kapdon mein.” Itna kaafi tha. Uske baad na to maine izazat dohrayi, na usne shart lagayi. Diya aage badi aur meri god mein pallu ke upar haath rakh diya, jaise kapda bhi mere jism ka hissa ho.

Chudiyan khanakti rahi jab uska haath meri kalai se hota hua blouse ke neeche gaya. Padded cups ke peeche meri chhati ki chamdi garam thi. Main khada hua, sari ki pleats bigad gayi, petticoat ki nara meri kamar par kasti rahi. Diya ne honth meri lipstick par rakh diye. Meethi si smell aur uski saans mil kar ek ho gayi. Maine uske baal peeche kiye, uski gardan chumi, aur woh meri sari ki pallu ko kamare tak kheenchti rahi.

Hindustan ke is hisse mein shaam jaldi dhal jaati hai. Khidki ke parde abhi pura band nahi the, lekin neeche gali mein koi nahi tha jo upar dekhe. Phir bhi Diya ne curtain kheench kar aadha kar diya, itna ki kamra andhera na ho. “Ise mat utaro,” usne blouse ke button par ungli rakhte hue kaha. “Sirf itna kholo ki mujhe teri chamdi mile.” Maine pehle do button khole. Beech se meri chhati dikhi, baaki sari jaise pehle thi waise hi rahi.

Dressing table ki kinare thandi thi jab meri kamar usse takrai. Diya ne petticoat uthaya, nara dheeli ki, lekin sari ko poora nahi utara. Kapda mere tangon ke gird latakta raha, jaise koi parda. Uske haath ne meri underwear ko sari ke neeche se khiska diya. Mera lund already tight tha, pallu ke folds mein daba. Diya ne use apni hatheli mein liya aur dheere se sahlaaya, itna ki meri ghutne kamzor pad gaye.

“Itna tez mat,” maine kaha, awaaz meri apni nahi lagi. Woh rukti nahi, bas grip naram karti. Lipstick uske honthon par bhi lag chuki thi, laal dhabba. Maine uska kurta upar kiya, uski bra ke hook khole, uski chhatiyon ko muh se liya. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muh se ek patli si awaaz nikal rahi thi. Main use bed tak nahi le gaya. Table, kursi, aur sari ke jhanjhat ke beech hi sab rukna tha, kyunki dukan wala faisla abhi bhi kamre ke bahar khada tha.

Diya ne khud apni salwar neeche ki, ek pair se nikaali, doosri pair par atki rehne di. Woh meri god mein aa baithi, sari ke upar, petticoat ke beech. Uski thighs meri thighs ke bahar thi. Geilapan uski chut par already tha jab meri ungli ne pehle chhua. Main andar do ungliyan le gaya, dheere, uski kamar meri kalai par dabi. Uski saans meri gardan par garam padti rahi.

Pallu hamare pet ke beech atak gaya. Maine use kaanhe par daal diya, lekin kapda bar bar beech mein aa jata. Diya muskurai aur boli, “Rehne de. Mujhe yahi chahiye, yeh atakna, yeh kapda.” Uske baad maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakh diya. Woh khud neeche aayi. Andar jaate hi uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gadtin. Sari ki silk uski nangi kamar se ragad khati rahi.

Pallu sarak gaya

pehle dhakke mein table ki dawaiyan khanak gayi. Main ruka, uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh sir hilati rahi, neeche aur baithi, meri poori lamai lete hue. Uski chut tight thi, garam thi, aur har baar jab main upar uthata, pallu geela hota gaya. Blouse ke khule button uski chhati se ragadte. Main uske nipple ko honthon se dabaaye rakha, itna ki uski ungliyan mere baal kheench le.

Kursi ke pair floor par khiske. Maine Diya ko uthaya aur table ki kinare par bithaya, sari ab uski god mein bhi thi, meri bhi. Petticoat kamar par guchha ban gaya. Main uski tangon ko apni kamar par chadha kar andar gaya, is baar tez. Uski aah nikalti rahi, par shabd kam. Kabhi “aur,” kabhi sirf saans. Maine uski kamar pakdi, uski thighs meri kamai par kasti rahi. Chudiyan meri kalai par baar baar takrati, jaise koi taal.

Lipstick ab honthon se fail kar thodi si uski gardan tak chali gayi thi. Maine wahan chuma jahan laal khat khatam hota tha. Diya ne mera muh pakda aur khud chuma, geela, gehra. Uske daant meri honth ki kor par lage. Main tez choda, lekin har dhakke ke saath sari ka guchha beech mein aa kar rukawat banta. Woh rukawat gussa nahi, ek yaad thi ki main ab bhi aurat ke kapde pehne khada hoon, jeans wala aadmi nahi.

Uski chut se awaaz aane lagi, geili, khuli. Maine ungli uske clitoris par phirati rakhi jab lund andar bahar hota. Diya ki peeth tedhi ho gayi, sar peeche, gale se ek lambi saans nikli. “Wahi… wahi rakh,” usne kaha. Maine speed nahi badhayi, bas wohi jagah dabaaye rakha. Uska haath mere lund ke neeche gaya, meri balls ko naram se pakda, aur uske jhatke aane lage. Uski chut ne mujhe kheencha, chhoda, phir kheencha. Woh kampti rahi, pair meri peeth par atke, jab tak uska jism dheela nahi pada.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Diya ki aankhen khuli, saans bhaari. Maine poocha nahi ki rukun. Woh khud meri kamar pakad kar neeche khiski, kursi par baithi, aur sari ke guchhe ke peeche se mera lund muh mein le liya. Lipstick aur uski thook mil kar meri nass par chipak gayi. Uski zabaan ghumti rahi, honth kaste. Maine uske baal sambhale, zor se nahi. Fan ki hawa uske kandhon par thi, meri khuli chhati par thi.

Thodi der baad Diya uth khadi hui, salwar ka doosra pair bhi utar diya, aur bed ki taraf nahi, khidki ke paas wall se lag gayi. “Yahan se,” usne kaha. Main peeche se laga, sari ki pleats ek taraf ki, petticoat upar. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein aa gayi, meri kamar uski gaand se. Andar jaate hi usne deewar pakad li. Main dheere shuru kiya, phir uski awaaz ke hisaab se tez. Har dhakke par bindi meri maathhe par tikti rahi, jaise woh bhi himmat de rahi ho.

Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, pehle climax ke baad dheeli aur phir bhi pakadne wali. Maine ek haath aage se uski chut par rakha, doosra uski chhati par. Blouse meri peeth par chipka, garmi se. Diya ne peeche haath bhej kar meri gaand dabaayi. “Ab nikal mat,” usne kaha. Maine nahi nikala. Lund gehra kiya, ruk kar ghumana, phir dhakke. Chudiyan ek saath khanki. Kahi neeche kisi scooter ki awaaz aayi aur gayi. Kamra wahi raha.

Mera orgasm qareeb tha to maine uski kamar kas li. Diya ne pair failaye, sar deewar se laga. Main andar hi jhad gaya, lamba, kampte hue, sari ke kapde ke neeche. Uski chut ne har tapko ko liya. Meri saans uske baalon mein fansi rahi. Thodi der hum waise hi khade rahe, lund dheela hota, kapda geela. Uske baad main nikal aaya. Sari ke pallu ne meri rangat chhupa li, jaise koi sharm nahi, bas kapda kaam kar raha ho.

Diya ghumi, meri lipstick apne muh se ponchhi, phir meri honthon se ponchh kar muskuraayi. “Tu ab bhi sari mein hai,” usne kaha, jaise hisaab laga rahi ho. Main haan mein sir hilaya. Blouse ab bhi khula tha, do button. Petticoat nara dheeli. Mera lund sari ke andar chipka, geela. Usne apni salwar pehni, kurta theek kiya, lekin meri taraf se koi kapda nahi uthaya, na jeans di, na shirt.

Woh doodh lene nikli

Table par jo note rakha tha doodh ke liye, Diya ne woh uthaya. Cup ki chai thandi ho chuki thi. Usne ek ghoont liya, muh terha kiya, cup wapas rakh diya. “Main neeche ja rahi hoon,” usne kaha. “Tu yahin reh. Inhi aurat ke kapdon mein. Jab main aaun, to yeh lipstick mat dho dena.” Yeh koi agla waada nahi tha, bas turant ka hukum sa, narm.

Maine khidki ke paas ja kar curtain ki kor se gali dekhi. Nagpur ki shaam ab gulabi thi, Bharat ki us garmi mein bhi log chhaton se utar kar dukanon ki taraf ja rahe the. Diya ne chappal pehne, darwaza khola, phir palat kar meri sari ka pallu ek baar aur mere kandhe par rakh diya, jaise kapda girne na paaye. Lift ka button usne bahar se dabaya. Main kamre mein akele raha, chudiyan, bindi, khula blouse, aur woh faisla jo dukan ke raaste ko badal chuka tha.

Jeans almari mein hi latakti rahi. Main unhe nahi nikaala. Dressing table par lipstick ki kalam ab bhi khuli thi, jahan se shaam shuru hui thi. Neeche kisi ne ghanti bajayi hogi dukan ki, awaaz dhundhli aayi. Main kursi par baith gaya, sari ki geeli pleats god mein lapeti, aur intezaar kiya ki Diya doodh le kar wapas aaye, aur mujhe waisa hi paaye jaise usne chhodne ko kaha tha.

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