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Reva ke dupatte wale bandhan mein BDSM sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Reva ke flat ke drawing room mein main right joota pehen kar lace kheench raha tha. Sham ke saat baj rahe the. Vadodara ki balcony se jo hawa aa rahi thi, usme India ki late summer ki garmi ab bhi chipki thi. Humne abhi unchi awaaz mein baat bigaad li thi, isliye meri nazar sirf darwaze par thi.

Left pair bhi pair mein aa chuka tha jab peeche se uski awaaz kati.

“Ruk.”

Main palta. Reva darwaze aur mere beech khadi thi. Uske kaale baal kandhon par bikhre the, neeli kameez ka dupatta abhi bhi gale par tha. Uski aankhen gusse se nahi, kisi aur bhook se tight thi.

“Ab kya, Reva? Main nikal raha hoon. Tune khud kaha tha ki aaj meri jagah nahi.”

Woh do kadam aage aayi, lekin haath nahi lagaya. Uski saans tez thi, par awaaz seedhi thi.

“Gussa poora nahi tha. Mujhe control chahiye tha, aur main woh baat ghumake lad rahi thi. Aaj mujhe BDSM chahiye. Tujhe jaane nahi dungi jab tak tujhe dupatte se baandh ke apna hukm na chala loon.”

Joota ab bhi pair mein tha, lekin meri ungliyan lace par ruk gayi. Hum dono saal bhar se saath the, magar yeh jumla pehli baar itni saaf tarah se aaya.

“Agar yeh teri marzi hai, to main joota utaar deta hoon.”

Usne sirf ek baar gardan hilayi. Phir uska haath mere kandhe par aaya, aur usne mujhe bedroom ki taraf dhakela, itna ke main khud chal padun.

Reva ne darwaze ke paas rok diya

Kamre mein fan dheere ghoom raha tha. Bed ke paas pahunchte hi usne mera collar pakda aur meri shirt ke pehle do button khol diye. Main haath upar nahi kiya. Uski ungliyan meri chhati par ruki, jaise dekh rahi ho ki main sach mein ruka hoon.

“Haath peeche.”

Maine dono haath peeche kiye. Dupatta usne gale se utara, neeli kameez ab khuli gardan dikha rahi thi. Kapda garam tha uski skin se. Usne meri kalaiyan ek saath li aur dupatta do pheron mein kas diya, itna tight ki meri ungliyan apne aap sikud gayin, lekin khoon ruka nahi.

“Bol, zyada hai?”

“Nahi. Theek hai.”

Usne mujhe bed ki taraf dhakka diya. Main let gaya, dono haath sar ke upar. Headboard ki lakdi thandi thi. Dupatte ka ek chhota sa chhor usne wahan se lapeta, phir ek gaanth mari jo meri kalaiyon ko upar hi rakhe. Ab meri shirt adhkhuli thi, belt abhi bhi pant par thi, joota pair mein hi tha.

Reva ne pehle joota utara, phir belt. Zip neeche kheechte hue uski aankhen mere chehre par thi. Mera lund already tight ho chuka tha, kapde ke andar daba. Usne pant aur underwear ek saath khinche, itna tez ki meri thighs thodi der hawa mein rahin, phir mattress par girin.

“Aaj tu nahi sochna. Main sochungi.”

Usne apni kameez ke baaki button khole. Neela kapda floor par gira. Bra kaali thi, salwar usne dheere utari. Uski kamar patli thi, pet par ek purani scratch ki lakeer thi jo mujhe pehle se pata thi. Uski thighs par halki lotion ki khushbu thi, jo ab mere saans ke saath mil rahi thi.

Pehla thappad meri kamar ke niche aaya, left side par. Awaaz geeli thi, jaise haath aur skin ne saath mein kaha ho. Main daant ke beech saans rok kar raha. Doosra thappad right side par tha, tez. Uski aankhen muskurahat se nahi, kaam se bhari thi.

“Ginti rakh.”

“Ek. Do.”

Teesra meri gaand par pada, itna ki meri kamar apne aap uth gayi. Dupatta sar ke upar kheench gaya, kalaiyan jalne lagi. Main neeche nahi sarak saka. Chautha thappad usi jagah aaya, phir usne apna haath wahan rakh diya, garam, jaise ginti ke baad stamp laga rahi ho.

“Paanch tak. Phir tu muh kholega sirf meri ijazat se.”

Paanchwa thappad dheema tha, almost halka, isliye zyada chubha. Maine muh band rakha. Uski chut ab meri chhati ke upar thi jab woh mujh par chadhi, geeli, meri skin par ek patli lakeer chhodti hui. Usne mera lund apne haath mein liya, neeche se upar, naakhun se nahi, panje se.

“Dekh. Yeh ab tera nahi.”

Main dekh raha tha. Uska haath meri nass par rukta, chhodta, phir dobara pakadta. Meri saans unchi ho gayi. Woh jhukti, apni zabaan se meri nok ko chhua, bas itna, phir hat gayi. Main hilna chahta tha, lekin dupatta ne meri kalaiyon ko headboard se chipka rakha tha.

Usne apna muh pura le liya, gehra, phir nikal diya. Meri thighs kanpne lagi. Doosri baar usne aur dheere kiya, zabaan ghumati hui, haath se neeche balls ko dabaati hui. Jab meri kamar uthne lagi, usne maathe se dhakka diya.

“Nahi. Abhi nahi.”

Woh upar aayi, apni chut mere muh ke upar laayi. Uski smell tez thi, namak aur soap mili hui. Maine zabaan uthayi. Usne mere baal pakde, na ki pyaar se, kaabu se, aur apni hips ko mere muh par raga. Meri naak uske pet se takrai. Main saans lene ke liye thodi jagah chhodta, phir uski chut ko choosta, clit ko dabata, jab tak uski ungliyan mere baal mein kasti rahi.

“Aur. Wahin.”

Maine wahi kiya. Uski saans tootne lagi, par woh jaldi nahi giri. Jab uski thighs meri kaanon ko dabane lagi, usne khud ko peeche khincha, thuk se chamakti hui.

Drawer se usne condom nikala, packet phaada, aur mere lund par chadha diya. Thandi rubber ke baad uska haath garam laga. Usne mujhe seedha pakda, apni chut ko nok par rakha, aur dheere baithi. Pehli inch mein uski aankhen band hui. Phir poora, ek hi dhakke mein, itna ki meri saans atak gayi.

Bandhan ke beech hamari saansein

Uski kamar meri kamar par baithi. Dupatta ab bhi meri kalaiyon ko upar rakhe tha, isliye main usko pakad nahi sakta tha. Har baar jab woh uthati, meri chhati khali padti. Har baar jab baithati, uski chut meri poori lambaai le leti. Bed ki lakdi headboard se halki si chhati.

“Tez nahi. Meri speed.”

Maine sir hilaya. Woh dheere hilne lagi, gol, phir seedha. Uski chhati mere muh se door thi, isliye main unhe choom nahi saka. Usne khud apna ek haath bra ke cup mein daal kar nipple masla, doosra haath meri gardan par rakh diya, angutha mere jabde ke neeche.

“Tera kaam sirf andar rehna hai.”

Main reha. Uski chut tight ho rahi thi, geeli awaaz se. Kabhi woh rukti, poori bhari hui, aur meri aankhon mein dekhti. Kabhi tez, itna ki meri gaand mattress se uthne lage. Thappad phir aaya, is baar meri chhati par, halka, jaise yaad dilane ke liye.

“Naam mat le. Hukm ke alawa kuch mat bol.”

Mere muh se bas saans nikli. Usne pace badhaya. Uski thighs meri thighs ko ragad rahi thi. Paseena uski gardan se neeli nadi ki tarah chhati par utra. Fan ki hawa us paseene ko thanda karti, phir woh dobara garam ho jata.

Andar se meri nok uske kisi kone se takrane lagi. Usne woh kona pakad liya, hips ko tedha kiya, aur wahi ghisne lagi. Uski awaaz pehli baar khuli, ek lambe “aah” jaisi, jo usne daant se kaat di.

“Ab tu bhi. Par meri ungli uthne par.”

Usne apni ungli meri honth par rakhi, phir uthayi. Maine hips upar maren, jitna dupatta ne diya. Woh saath mili, neeche aati, main upar. Do teen dhakkon ke baad uski chut sikudne lagi, ek ek lahar, phir poori. Usne meri gardan dabaayi, apna maathe mera maathe se takraya, aur mera lund ko andar hi andar nichoda.

Main bhi gir gaya, itna tez ki meri kalaiyan dupatte mein aur kas gayin. Condom ke andar garmi faili. Uski saans meri saans par giri. Kai pal tak woh mujh par padi rahi, meri chhati ko apni chhati se dabaati hui, jaise ab bhi hukm chal raha ho.

Phir usne dheere utar kar condom sambhala, tissue se liya, aur mere pet par apna haath phera. Dupatta abhi bhi bandha tha. Meri ungliyan sunn padne lagi thi.

“Ab chhodun?”

Maine sirf aankhen kholin. Usne gaanth kholi, dupatta meri kalaiyon se bahne diya. Khoon daudne ki jalan aayi. Maine kalaiyan ghumai, dheere. Usne un par honth rakhe, ek ek karke, bina naatak ke.

Kamre ki khidki se colony ki light aa rahi thi. Vadodara ki yeh building purani hai, deewar patli. India ke is kone mein shaam ke nau baje tak aksar log TV on kar dete hain, isliye hamari awaazein un awaazon mein dabi honi chahiye thi. Mujhe laga tha.

Reva ne meri shirt ke khule button ko dekha, phir apni kameez uthayi aur sirf pehni, button lagaye nahi. Main bed par baitha raha, nanga, kalaiyon par neeli pattiyon ke nishan ke saath. Jo jhagda humne drawing room mein kiya tha, woh ab ek badi si cheez nahi lag raha tha. Woh sirf is hukm ka adhura darwaza tha.

Niche se padosi ki dastak

Dastak neeche se nahi, seedhe hamare darwaze par hui. Do dhakke, phir teesra tez. Reva ki aankhen meri aankhon se takrai. Usne salwar jaldi pehni, main pant mein ghusa, shirt ko bina button ke body par dala. Dupatta bed par hi pada tha, geela, muda hua.

Phir knock hui, is baar lambi.

Reva ne darwaza zara sa khola, chain ke peeche. Bahar purani awaaz thi, neeche wale uncle ki, jo har mahine paani ke tank ke baare mein bolte hain.

“Beta, upar se khat-khat ho rahi thi. Kya palang toota kya? Meri patni ki neend ud gayi.”

“Sorry uncle. Suitcase shift kar rahe the. Ab nahi hoga.”

Chain band hui. Reva ne peeth darwaze se lagayi, phir meri taraf dekha. Main ab bhi ek joota haath mein liye khada tha, doosra pair ke paas. Kalaiyon ke nishan shirt ki sleeve se bahar jhalak rahe the.

Uncle ke footsteps seedhiyon par utarne lage. Building ki deewar ne unhe le liya. Reva ne mera collar theek kiya, lekin button nahi lagaye. Uski ungli meri garam kalai par ruki, bas ek pal.

“Ab nikal. Warna woh phir aayenge.”

Main drawing room se hota hua darwaze tak gaya. Lace is baar dheeli chhodi. Bahar corridor ki tube light safed thi, thandi. Peechhe se Reva ki saans ab bhi tez thi, magar usne kuch aur nahi kaha. Lift ke button par ungli rakhte hue meri kalai jal rahi thi, aur neeche colony ki garmi India ki raat ki tarah hi chipki hui thi.

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