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Kanpur ke flat mein Sneha ki sex audio ke baad milna

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Headphones ke pad se Sneha ki gili moan nikli, aur uske saath mera naam bhi, itna saaf ki recorder ka play button chhootne ke baad bhi awaaz ruk nahi payi. Kanpur ke is purane colony wale flat mein India ki dopehar ki garmi balcony se andar aa rahi thi, lekin us recording ne kamra aur tight kar diya.

Do glass pani lene woh kitchen ki taraf gayi thi. Client ka script table par pada tha, headphones usi ke paas. Practice 2 wali file ko main naya take samajh kar chala baitha. Teen second baad hi saaf ho gaya ki yeh koi ad nahi, koi demo nahi.

Recording mein uski saans tez thi, kapdon ki ghasar, ungliyon ki geeli awaaz, aur beech beech mein mera naam, jaise koi dekh nahi raha ho. Khada raha main. Meri shirt ke collar tak paseena aa gaya, lekin file band nahi hui.

Sneha tray lekar lauti to uski apni moan speakers se nikal rahi thi. Tray uske haath mein kaampi. Dono glass table par rakhte waqt ek ka pani kinare se gir gaya.

“Yeh kya chal raha hai, Varun?”

Recorder meri mutthi mein tha, screen par time aage badh raha tha. Kuch bol nahi paya. Uski aankhen file ke naam par atak gayin, phir mere chehre par.

“Tune suna.”

“Haan. Maine suna.”

Woh sofa ke kinare baith gayi, kurta ke pleats ko ungliyon se masalti rahi, jaise koi fold theek karne se baat mit jayegi. Recording ab bhi chal rahi thi. Uske hi muh se aa raha tha, “Varun, andar, please,” itna geela ki meri tangein tight ho gayin.

“Pichhle mahine, jab tu raat ko script chhod ke gaya tha, maine yeh banayi. Bhejni nahi thi. Sirf nikalni thi.”

Pause daba saka tha, lekin nahi dabaya. Awaz ne beech mein ek lambi saans li, phir uski chut par ungliyon ki geeli tapak si sunaayi di. Sneha ka gala sukh gaya. Usne aankhen nahi hatayin.

“Tu gussa hai?”

“Gussa nahi. Hairaan hoon ki tu itne din chhupa ke baithi rahi, aur main har hafte yahi sofe par tera take sunta raha.”

Uski aankhen nam ho gayin, lekin rone wali nahi lagi. Uthi, recorder mere haath se li, volume thoda kam kiya, file ko chalne diya. Itna karna uska faisla tha, meri jasoosi nahi.

“Agar tu bhi chahe, to ab is awaaz ko akele nahi rakhna.”

Maine uska haath apni chhati par rakh diya. Usne ek button khola. Koi doosri baar poochh nahi rahi thi, aur koi lecture nahi de raha tha.

Usne pehle yeh record kiya tha

Kurta ke neeche uski chhati garam thi. Doosra button khulte hi meri ungliyon ko uski skin mili, paseene ki patli si layer ke saath. Recording ab background mein thi, lekin har moan par uska sharir ek pal ke liye rukta, jaise khud ko hi sun kar sharm aa rahi ho, phir woh sharm hi kheench rahi ho.

“Itni der se yeh file yahin thi?”

“Recorder drawer mein tha. Aaj tu late aaya, maine nikal diya ki tu script sunega. Bhool gayi thi ki Practice 2 ab bhi pada hai.”

Honthon ne honthon ko pakda, namak aur chai ki halki smell ke saath. Uski jeeb meri jeeb se takrai, phir peeche hati, phir wapas aa gayi. Sofa ke cushion ne hamari weight li. Palazzos ki nara dhili thi, ek kheench mein wo kamar se neeche khisakne lagi.

Mera lund jeans ke zipper ke peeche kada ho chuka tha. Sneha ka haath wahan raha, naapta hua, jaise recording mein jo speed thi usi ko haath se check kar rahi ho. Zipper neeche aaya. Boxer ke kapde ke upar se uski mutthi ne daba ke pakda, phir chhoda, phir dubara pakda.

“Isi tarah maine socha tha,” usne meri gardan ke paas kaha, awaaz ab recording se bhi kam thi. “Ki tu aise hi khada hoga.”

Jeans aur boxer dono ghutnon tak aa gaye. Uska kurta upar utha, chhati ke cups ke bina sirf garam chamdi. Maine muh lagaya, nipple ko honthon ke beech dabaya, to uski kamar meri taraf uth aayi. Uski saans mere baal par giri. Speakers se uski purani moan aur yeh wali moan ek doosre se takra rahi thin.

Geeli ho chuki thi. Meri ungliyon ko uski chut ne pehli hi chhoo par pakad liya, itna ki do ungliyan andar gayin to uski thighs meri kalai ko kas gayin. Angootha upar clit par raha, gol, dheere, phir usi rhythm par jo file mein thi. Sneha ke daant mere kandhe ki shirt ke kapde mein gaye, awaaz dabi, lekin dabi nahi rahi.

“Varun… ruka mat.”

Wallet jean ke peeche wale pocket se nikla, condom ki foil thandi lagi. Packet phata, rubber ko mere lund par chadha diya, kinara neeche tak. Sneha ne dekha, sirf ek pal, phir khud sofe par let gayi, ek taang floor par, doosri meri kamar ke peeche. Uski chut ki geelak cushion tak dikh rahi thi.

Andar jaate hi uski aankhen band hui, muh khula, lekin shuruat mein awaaz nahi nikli. Recording ne usi pal ek tez siskari di, jaise pehle wali Sneha bhi saath ho. Maine ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Usne sir hilaya, andar hi, aur meri kamar ko apni heels se dhakka diya.

Dhakka dheere tha, phir tez. Sofa ki ek taang halki kharki. Uski chhati har dhakke par uchak ti, nahi, uchakti. Mere haath ne uski kamar pakad rakhi, uske baal sofe ke arm par phail gaye. File mein woh mera naam le rahi thi, yahan bhi wahi naam, bas ab saans beech mein toot rahi thi.

“Bol,” usne kaha, aankhen khol ke. “Jaise maine file mein kaha tha, tu bhi bol.”

“Sneha.” Pehli baar aawaz meri bhi bhari nikli. “Itni geeli, itni… haan, yahi.”

Uski chut ne lund ko kas ke pakda, chhodna nahi chahti thi. Har nikalne par kinara clit se ragad khata, andar jaate hi woh apni taang aur upar uthati. Hum dono ke beech ki garmi India ke is Kanpur sheher ki dopehar se alag thi, kamre ki, jisme sirf do adult the aur ek purani file jo ab chhupi nahi rahi.

Tab recording khatam hui. Speakers se ek chhota click aaya, phir silence. Us silence ne dhakke ko aur saaf kar diya, kapdon ki ghasar, uski siskari, mere lund ke rubber ki patli awaaz. Sneha hans di, sharm se nahi, chhutkare se.

“Ab sirf hum.”

Uske upar jhuk ke honth phir se liye. Uska haath mere baal mein gaya, doosra meri back par, naakhon se halka kheenchta. Speed badhi to uski aankhen dubara nam hui, lekin rona nahi tha. Uski thighs meri kamar par bandh gayin, uski chut ki dhadkan haath ke neeche mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Palatne ka ishara usne khud kiya, haath se meri chhati dhakel ke. Sofa ki seat par main baith gaya, woh god mein aa gayi, lund ko haath se pakad ke phir se andar liya. Kurta ab kamar par hi atka tha, kapda beech mein gadha. Uski chhati mere muh ke saamne jhulne lagi. Har baithak par uski clit meri bone se ragad khati, aur uski saans meri maathhe par padti.

“Pichhli baar maine akele hi puri file kheenchi thi,” usne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Aaj tu hai.”

Mutthi uski gaand ke neeche gayi, uthane ke liye, rhythm sambhalne ke liye. Uski kamar gol ghumi, phir seedha, phir dubara gol. Mera lund itna andar tha ki uski saans atak ti, nahi, atakti. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par tikin, na bhaagti, na band.

Jaldi aa rahi thi. Ungliyon ki jagah ab poora sharir tha, lekin wahi geeli awaaz jo file mein thi, ab uski chut se nikal rahi thi, meri thighs par bhi. Maine uski clit ko angoothe se dabaya, condom ke upar se hi dhakke chhote aur tez kiye. Sneha ne meri shirt ka kolar pakad liya, kheench ke, aur ek dabi chill ke saath uski chut ne bar bar kasna shuru kiya.

Uski thighs kaanp rahi thin. Andar ki dhadkan itni saaf thi ki main bhi ruka nahi. Do, teen tez dhakke, phir condom ke andar khud nikal aaya, daant bhiinche, uski kamar ko apne se chipka ke. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kamre mein ab koi file nahi chal rahi thi, sirf pani ka gira hua dhabba table par aur sofa ki kharki hui taang.

Awaz ke baad haath mile

God se utarti hui Sneha ne meri shirt ke last khule button ko bekaar mein band kiya, phir khud hans di. Condom utar ke tissue mein lapeta, kudeki ke dabbe mein gaya, koi tamaasha nahi. Palazzos usne pehle pehne, kurta neeche kiya. Main jeans kheench raha tha, haath ab bhi halka kaamp raha tha.

Recorder table par screen-off pada tha. Uski nazar us par gayi, meri bhi. Koi bhashan nahi hua. Script ab bhi wahi tha, client ka kaam kal subah ka tha, aaj ka hisaab alag.

“Main samajh gaya,” maine kaha, awaaz ab saadi. “Woh file koi mazak nahi thi.”

Sneha ne sirf itna kaha, “Nahi thi.” Phir pani ka bacha hua glass uthaya, do ghoont liye, mera glass meri taraf dhakel diya. Pite hue bhi hamari aankhen recorder par thi, jaise koi teesra aadmi kamre mein baitha ho, lekin tha nahi.

Joota pehenne se pehle meri shirt andhar ki, zipper upar kiya. Sneha darwaze ke paas khadi ho gayi, haath mein kuch nahi, sirf woh chhoti machine table par chhodti hui nahi dikh rahi thi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se takrayin, phir neeche.

Main joota pehen kar nikla

Joote ke feete bandhte hue ghutna atka, sofa ki kharki taang ne phir se awaaz di. Sneha ne recorder uthaya, screen on nahi ki, sirf machine meri mutthi mein rakh di, jaise koi extra key na ho, sirf wahi cheez jo usne pehle chhupa ke rakhi thi.

Gali mein utarte waqt India ki shaam ki dhoop deewar par khiski hui thi, aur meri mutthi mein uska recorder tha. Peechhe flat ka darwaza band hua, koi doosri line nahi aayi. Seedhi utarta raha, haath bhari, kaan mein ab koi moan nahi, sirf apni saans.

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