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Police SI Ritika ke chhupe transfer ne cabin palat di

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Phone band hote hi Ritika ka haath receiver par jaam sa rah gaya, jaise usne koi aisi baat nikal di ho jo wapas nahi khinchi jaati. Main cabin ke lohe ke almirah ke paas se palta, kyunki uski didi wali line mere kaan tak saaf aa chuki thi.

Usne kaha tha, haan didi, maine Bhopal thane ka transfer already reject kar diya, Harsh ke liye. Bharat ke is madhya shehar ki police line mein aisi baat hawaa mein nahi tika karti, aur ab wahi baat beech cabin mein khadi thi.

“Tune mera naam didi ko kyun diya?” meri awaaz soojh-boojh se tez nikal gayi. Ritika ne khaki shirt ke button par ungli rakhi, phir uthayi, jaise koi hathiyar rakh rahi ho.

“Kyunki jhoot bolne se better tha. Main pichhle mahine hi form wapas kar chuki hoon. Yeh meri marzi thi, kisi order ki nahi.”

Boot ke talon se farsh ki aawaz aayi jab main uske kareeb gaya. “Tu din bhar thanda jawab deti hai, aur peeche se meri wajah se shehar chhodne se man kar deti hai? Yeh kaisa khel hai, Ritika?”

Uski aankhen gehre brown thi, thaki hui, lekin bhaagi nahi. “Khel nahi hai. Main darti thi ki tu samjhega main tujhe pakadna chahti hoon. Police pairing logon ko nazar aati hai.”

Mere honthon par gussa aur kheench dono the. “To tu chhup ke faisla karti rahegi? Main bhi is thane ka SI hoon, koi baccha nahi.”

Woh ek kadam aur aa gayi. Khaki ke neeche uski saans tez chal rahi thi. “Aaj ki duty khatam hai. Main khud yeh chahti hoon. Agar nahi, to yahin ruk ja.”

Maine jawab mein uska muh chuma, kathor, phir dheema. Uske honth pehle suke the, phir geele ho gaye. Yeh pehla saaf ishara tha, aur uske baad shabd kam ho gaye.

Jo transfer usne pehle rok diya

Ritika ki ungliyan mere belt ke buckle par atak gayi, na naatak ke liye, na dar ke liye, sirf is liye ki usne pehle hi ek badi cheez chhupa ke rakhi thi. Main uski kamar par haath rakhe khada raha, gusse ko honthon ke neeche dabaaye.

“Itne din se main sochta raha tu mujhe avoid karti hai,” maine kaha, saans uske gaal ke paas. “Aur tu tab transfer ka kaagaz wapas kar chuki thi.”

“Wapas isliye kiya kyunki yahan rehna meri choice thi,” usne halke se kaha. “Tujhe batati to tu himmat ko pressure samajh leta.”

Khaki shirt ke pehle do button uske gale ke paas khul chuke the. Mere haath ne teesra nahi khola jab tak usne khud kheencha. Andar cotton ka undershirt gila tha, duty ki garmi se, dar se nahi.

Table ki kinare uski pith lagi. File ke dher ko humne ek side dhakela, bina yeh ginne ki kaunsa kaagaz upar hai. Uski aankhen band nahi hui. Woh dekh rahi thi ki main ab bhi gusse mein to nahi chum raha.

Gussa tha, lekin woh gussa uski thighs ke bahar nahi gir raha tha. Main ne uske baal ki guthli kholi, jo duty ke liye kasi thi. Baal kandhon par girte hi uski saans lambi ho gayi.

“Harsh,” usne sirf naam liya, jaise rank beech mein na aaye. Main uska haath apni shirt ke andar le aaya. Uski ungliyan mere seene par ruki, phir neeche belt tak gayi.

Pant ka zip dheela hua. Mera lund khaki ke kapde ke peeche se tight ho chuka tha, aur usne hathon se andaza laga liya. Koi taali nahi baji. Sirf cabin ka purana fan upar se ghumta raha.

Uske boot pehle utre, phir mere. Farsh thanda tha. Ritika ne apni trousers ghutnon tak utari, phir poori nahi, jaise poori nangi hone se pehle ek pal sochna ho. Main uski tarah hi ruka, uski marzi ka wait kiye.

Woh khud aage jhuki aur trousers paar karke ek taraf rakh di. Undershirt bhi upar utha, chhatiyaan halki si paseene se chamki. Main ne unhe munh se liya, dheere, is tarah ki koi dhakka na lage.

Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kasti rahi. “Itna gussa mat nikaal ki kal tu mujhe dekh na sake,” usne kaha. Main hans nahi paya. Sirf uski chut par ungli pheri, jo pehle se geeli thi.

Geelahat ne meri jaldi ko sharminda kiya. Usne mujhe nahi bhagaya tha. Usne pehle hi shehar chhodne se inkaar kiya tha, aur ab uska sharir wahi baat dohra raha tha.

Wallet se condom nikalte waqt meri ungliyan kampin. Ritika ne packet khud pakda, daant se kone ko kaata, phir mere lund par chadha diya. Rubber ka khichav thoda thanda laga, phir garam ho gaya.

Table ki kinare uski ek taang meri kamar ke peeche lipat gayi. Main andar dhire gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi. Uski chut ne pehle rokha, phir liya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

“Itne mahine ka chhupana yahi tha?” maine uske kaan ke paas poocha, jab meri movement ruk si gayi.

“Yahi tha,” usne kaha, naaton ke bina. “Aur ab tu andar hai, to sawal mat ghumate reh.”

Khaki ke neeche

Uske kehne ke baad main hila, na machine ki tarah, na saza ki tarah. Har dhakka uske transfer wale faisle se takrata, jaise body ko pata ho ki zehan abhi bhi lad raha hai. Ritika ki nails meri peeth ki shirt par khinti rahi, kyunki shirt poori utri nahi thi.

Khaki ab dono ke kandhon se adhuri sarki hui thi. Hindustan ki yeh uniform cabin ke chair par nahi, hamare beech latak rahi thi, lekin rank ki baat ko humne alag rakh diya tha.

Uski chut meri har movement par sikudti. Kabhi woh meri gardan kaatne layak kheench leti, kabhi meri kamar ko rok deti. Rukna uska tha, chalna bhi. Main uske ishara se samajhta raha.

“Tu kal subah bhi yahi chehra dikhaega?” usne beech saans ke poocha.

“Dikhaunga,” maine kaha, aur uski thighs ko aur khola. “Lekin chhupana nahi chahiye tha.”

Woh hans di, woh hansna gusse jaisa tha. “To ab dekh le, chhupa nahi rahi.”

Table se cot ki taraf hum dhire khiske, kyunki table ki kinare uski pith ko chhil rahi thi. Cot purana tha, thane wala, kambal folded. Ritika let gayi, ek bazu upar, dusra mere gale par.

Upar se main usme dubara ghusa. Is baar gehrai zyada thi. Uski aankhen khuli rahi, mujhe naapti rahi. Mera lund uski geeli chut mein khinchta, nikalta, phir dubara lagta. Condom ke peeche garmi phir bhi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Kabhi uske honth mere seene par the, kabhi mere. Shabd tut kar aate: naam, saans, kabhi sirf “aur”. Checklist nahi bani. Sirf do log, ek cabin, ek purani baat jo ab sharir tak aa gayi thi.

Maine uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko anguthe se dabaye rakha, jab andar ki movement tez hui. Ritika ki taang meri kamar par kasti gayi. Fan ki hawa paseena ponchhne ke liye kaafi nahi thi.

“Form wapas karte waqt tu darti thi?” maine beech mein poocha, ruka hua, andar tak.

“Darti thi ki tu mann na bana le ki main tujhse kuch maang rahi hoon,” usne kaha. “Maang nahi rahi thi. Rehna chahti thi.”

Yeh baat sunkar meri movement badal gayi, kam saza, zyada kheench. Usne meri shirt ke kolar ko pakad liya. Khaki ka kolar geela ho chuka tha.

Uski chhatiyaan mere seene se ragad khati. Main ne unhe haath se sambhala, munh se ek baar aur liya, phir uske gale par honth rakh diye. Uski pulse tez thi, duty wali nahi, is wali.

Cot ki chamdi ki patti ne awaaz di. Bahar chowkidiwar se koi boot nahi aaye. Sirf hamari saans aur purana fan. Ritika ne meri kamar pakad kar mujhe aur ander khincha, jaise ab sawal khatam hon.

Main choda usse usi gehraai se jisme gussa ab badal chuka tha. Har baar nikalte hue uski chut ne rokne ki koshish ki. Woh awaaz dabati, phir chhod deti, kyunki cabin ki deewar patli hai, lekin raat ke do baje koi clerk nahi baitha tha.

“Ab bol,” usne kaha, meri gardan mein munh daale. “Tu rehna chahta hai ya sirf naraaz hai?”

“Dono,” maine sacch kaha. “Pehle naraaz, ab yahin.”

Uske baad dhakke gine nahi ja sakte the. Sirf uski aankhen, meri ungliyan uski kamar par, condom ki patli garmi, aur woh pal jab uski taangein kas gayin. Ritika ki awaaz tuti, meri shirt ke kolar mein chhup gayi.

Uski chut ne mera lund ko itna sikoda ki main ruka nahi paa sakta tha. Main andar hi gir gaya, condom ke andar, daant bichha ke, uske kandhe par munh daale. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, ek do pal tak koi hila nahi.

Baad mein main usse alag hua, dheere, rubber ko sambhalte hue. Ritika cot par padi rahi, khaki shirt ab bhi ek bazu par atki. Uske baal chehre par chipke the. Main ne apna ek haath uski gardan ke neeche diya, sirf itna ki uski saans seedhi ho.

Paseena uski collarbone par tha. Main ne ungli se ponchha. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Form ki, didi ki, pairing ki, sab kuch abhi bhi hawaa mein tha, lekin sharir ne pehle hisaab chukta kar diya tha.

Wireless set chal pada

Control ki pip ne cot ki chamdi se tez kaam kiya. “SI Harsh, SI Ritika, SHO Verma pooch rahe hain kaun cabin mein hai. Das minute mein round aayega.”

Ritika uth baithi itni jaldi ki kambal gir gaya. Main condom ko kagaz mein lapet ke kude ke dibbe ke neeche dabaane laga, gusse se nahi, hisaab se. Khaki trousers pehle usne phenhe, phir maine.

Button milane mein uski ungliyan phisli. Main ne uska kolar seedha kiya, woh meri belt kasne lagi. Yeh madad sex jaisi nahi thi. Yeh bachav thi, dono ki naukri ki, jo humne pehle alag rakh di thi.

Uski phone ki screen ab bhi jal rahi thi, didi wale chat par. Neeche ek naya tick tha jo maine pehle nahi dekha tha: “Aaj raat usse khud bol dungi, chhupa ke nahi.” Woh line pehle se likhi hui thi, phone call se bhi pehle.

Matlab maine jo suna tha, woh accident nahi tha. Ritika ne pehle hi soch rakha tha ki aaj yahi bolegi. Overhear meri galti thi, irada uska.

Pip dubara aayi. “Harsh, copy do.”

Main wireless uthane ko uth, jo pehle plan tha usse ulta. Plan tha cot par baith ke usse poochna ki kal hum kya dikhayenge. Ab pehla kaam yeh tha ki awaaz doon, taaki SHO ko shak na ho, aur Ritika apne baal wapas bandh le.

“Copy, cabin clear, file check ho rahi hai,” maine kaha, saans abhi bhi bhaari. Ritika ne bun kas liya, khaki shirt ke last button tak aa gayi. Uski aankhen mujhse mili, ek pal, bina waade ke.

Wireless rakhte hi main darwaze ki taraf badha, belt seedhi karte hue. Cot par ab koi nishan nahi chhodna tha, lekin time nahi tha ponchhne ka. Jo pal baaki tha, woh baat ka nahi, khaki ka tha.

Ritika ne file ka dher wapas table ke beech kiya, jaise hum sach mein kaam kar rahe hon. Main kundi ke paas ruk ke uski taraf dekha. Woh head-down thi, pen uthaye, lekin likh nahi rahi thi.

SHO ke boot ki dhoor ab verandah se aa sakti thi. Main ne cabin ki batti ek notch kam ki, itni ki file dikhe, cot na chillaaye. Phir kundi ki taraf haath badhaya, is baar baat ke liye nahi, round ke liye.

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