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Tanisha ke sex audio sun kar main sofa par ruka

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Main right sandal ka strap kheench raha tha. Doosri sandal tile par ulat padi thi, heel upar ko. Tanisha mic stand ko deewar ke kone mein sarka rahi thi, jaise radio promo ki last take ke baad kamra wapas ghar banana ho. Mujhe yakeen tha kaam pack ho chuka hai, ab main neeche apne flat ki taraf nikal jaunga.

“Ruk.” Uski awaaz mic wali smoothness ke bina bhi saaf thi. Main jhuk ke strap pakde-pakde ruka. “Ek minute. Tere jaane se pehle ek cheez bolni hai.”

Main uth khada hua. Bhubaneswar ki is colony ki garmi window ki jaali se andar ghus rahi thi. India ke is coastal shehar ki shaam abhi poori utri nahi thi, fan tez tha, meri gardan phir bhi nam. “Bol. Auto nahi pakadna mujhe, main sirf neeche ja raha hoon.”

Usne phone uthaya, screen apni taraf rakhi, phir mujhe dikhaya nahi. “Kal raat, jab tu soya hoga, maine ek sex audio record kiya. Tera naam usme hai. Sochti rahi delete kar doon. Kiya nahi.”

Strap meri ungliyon se chhoot gaya. “Tune kya record kiya, Tanisha?”

“Wohi jo main tere saath sochti hoon.” Seedhi baat, koi hansi nahi. “Agar sunna hai to sun. Nikalna hai to nikal. Main tujhe khinchne wali nahi, lekin aaj jhooth nahi bolungi.”

“Suna.” Maine dono sandal side kar diye. Jaane ka irada wahi tuta.

Usne jo file chhupa ke rakhi thi

Phone speaker ne pehle static diya, phir uski awaaz aayi, dheemi, jaise woh takiya mein munh gadaye bole. “Ishan…” File ke andar mere naam ke baad uski saans bhari thi. Usne bataya woh apni ungliyan kahan rakh rahi hai, kitni geeli hai, kaise soch rahi hai ki mera munh uski thighs par ho. Main khada-khada suna, koi extra sawaal nahi, sirf volume.

Tanisha sofa ke arm par baith gayi, phone ko do ungliyon se thame. Recording mein uski awaaz toot kar wapas judi, ek lambi saans ke saath. Woh file ke andar meri shirt ke buttons gin rahi thi, phir boli ki kal studio light band hone ke baad bhi uski chut garam rahi. Asli kamre mein uski aankhen mujh par thi, file par nahi.

“Yeh sirf awaaz thi,” maine kaha, gale ki kharash ke saath. “Kal raat tu akeli thi. Aaj main yahin hoon.”

“Isliye suna rahi hoon.” Usne volume ek notch aur chadha diya. File mein koi sangeet nahi tha, sirf kapde sarakne ki ahiste si scratch, phir uski geeli ungliyon ki awaaz, phir mera naam dohraaya gaya jaise koi dua nahi, seedha matlab.

Main sofa ke paas aaya, lekin pehle uske kandhon ko nahi chhua. Recording ke beech ek chhoti si hansi aayi, sharmili nahi, hungry. Tanisha ne phone ko cushion par rakh diya, file chalti rahi. “Agar tu ab bhi sandal uthana chahe, uth le. Main pause nahi karungi.”

Maine phone ko mute nahi kiya. Uska haath mere karge par aaya, buttons ke beech. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, phir usne meri shirt ka pehla button khola. Yeh koi jhatka nahi tha, ek faisla tha jo file ke beech se nikal kar haath mein aa gaya.

Honth milte hi recording wali dheemi awaaz background ban gayi. Uski zubaan nam thi, meri daadi par ruki, phir gale tak utri. Main uski kamar par haath rakhta hoon to kapde ke neeche garmi milti hai, naap-tol ke bina. Tanisha ne meri belt ke buckle ko anguthe se dhakela, lekin khola nahi, jaise pehle seene ko poora chaho.

Shirt meri peeth se sarak kar sofa ke kone par giri. Uski kurti ke hooks peeche the, main ek-ek karke kholta raha, koi jaldbazi nahi, kyunki file mein woh already tez saans le chuki thi aur asli kamre mein uski saans usi speed par aa rahi thi. Kurti utri to bra ka kapda halka sa tight tha, uske seene ki garmi uske against. Main cup ke upar munh rakhta hoon, kapda geela nahi, lekin nipple kapde ke peeche sakht.

“Yahan.” Usne apna haath mere sar ke peeche diya, bra ke hook ki taraf nahi, seedha mere munh ko seene par dabaye rakha. Main kapda sarka kar chusa, dheere, phir tez, jab uski ungliyan mere baal kheenchti hain. Doosri taraf bhi wahi, koi checklist nahi, sirf uski awaaz jo file se aur gale se ek saath aa rahi thi.

Bra sofa ke neeche giri. Main uski thighs ke beech ghutne tikaye baitha, skirt ko upar sarkaaya. Cotton panty pehle se thodi nam thi. Maine kapde ke upar munh rakha, saans di, phir elastic ko side kiya. Uski chut geeli thi, baal trim, fold garam. Zubaan lagate hi usne meri ek kandhe ko nakhoon se pakda, file mein jo moan thi woh ab kamre mein badi ho gayi.

Tanisha ne meri gardan se kaha, “Ungli nahi, pehle munh.” Maine mana nahi kiya. Chatora, dheere, clit par ruka, neeche slides, phir wapas. Uski thighs meri kaan ke dono taraf bandhui. Jab uski kamar uth ti hai to main uske hip ko thame rakhta hoon, taaki sofa se sarak na jaye. File ab bhi chal rahi thi, lekin uski asli awaaz zyada saaf thi.

Thodi der baad usne mere baal kheench kar munh upar kiya. “Ab tu.” Main khada hua, belt kholi, jeans aur underwear ek saath neeche. Mera lund sakht tha, sir nam. Tanisha ne haath se pakda, anguthe se geela kiya, phir munh mein liya, bas itna jitna aaram se aaye, koi performance nahi. Uski aankhen upar meri taraf, jaise file mein jo socha tha uska hisaab ab nazar se ho.

Wallet jeans ki jeb se nikaal kar maine condom ka packet khola. Wrapper floor par gaya. Main lund par roll karta hoon, kinaar tak. Tanisha ne dekha, sir hilaaya, phir sofa par let gayi, ek taang floor par, doosri arm par. Skirt ab kamar ke upar guchha thi, panty ek ankle par atki. Maine panty ko poora utaar diya, kapda tile par pada raha.

Andar jaate waqt uski chut ne pehle rokha, phir khula. Main ruka, uski aankhen padhi. Usne apna haath meri kamar par rakha aur khud thoda aage aayi. Phir dhakka laga, gehra, lekin bezubaan nahi. Har baar jab mera lund poora baithta, uski saans ek kaat ke saath nikalti. Sofa ka kapaas hamare neeche dhas raha tha, fan ki hawa peeth par.

Bharat ke is purv-tatiy shehar mein shaam ab khidki ke bahar gehli ho chuki thi, scooter ki horn door se aati, lekin kamre ke andar sirf hamari chamdi aur woh file thi jo ab slow ho kar bhi naam dohra rahi thi. Main uske seene ko munh se dabaaye rakha, uski kamar ko haath se. Tanisha ne meri peeth par nails chalaye, neeche se mujhe aur andar khincha.

Speed badhi to uski awaaz file se alag ho gayi, badi, khuli. Maine ek taang uski thigh ke neeche di, angle badla, clit par angutha ghumana shuru kiya. Uski aankhen band hui, honth khule. “Wahan… wahi.” Main wahi raha, condom ki thin layer ke saath bhi garmi saaf thi. Jab uski chut roundon mein kasti, main tez nahi hua, rhythm pakde rakha.

Woh aayi to meri shirt ki tarah meri saans bhi atak kar toot. Uski thighs kaanp, pair floor par thap thap kiye, phir meri kamar ko aur dabaya. Main uske baad kuch dhakke aur diya, gehra, phir khud gir gaya, condom ke andar, uski gardan ke khaddhe mein munh daal kar. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, fan ab thanda lag raha tha.

Main nikalta hoon to condom ko pakde rakhta hoon, knot karta hoon, tissue se wrap karke dustbin ke paas rakh deta hoon. Tanisha sofa par nangi thi, sirf ek cushion seene par. File ab khatam ho chuki thi, speaker ne ek chhota beep diya aur band. Kamra achanak chup, bas hamari saans.

Maine uske maathe se paseena ponchha. Uski aankhen khuli, thaki, seedhi. Koi badi baat nahi hui beech mein. Usne meri kalaai pakdi, ek second, chhod di. Main apni underwear aur jeans uthata hoon, shirt bhi, buttons galat hole mein jaate hain, doosri koshish theek.

Neeche ke flat ki taraf akela nikalna

Sandal wapas pair mein gaye, strap ab asani se baitha. Tanisha ne kurti uthai lekin pehni nahi, sirf god mein rakhi. Phone uske bagal mein tha, screen kaali. “File rahegi,” usne kaha, jaise hisaab de rahi ho, koi plan nahi. “Kal subah mic phir chahiye hoga promo ke edit ke liye. Woh alag kaam hai.”

“Alag hi rahega.” Maine darwaza ki taraf kadam liya, phir mud kar dekha. Uski aankhen meri shirt ke galat pehle button par nahi, meri face par thi. Beech mein jo awaaz thi woh ab phone mein band thi, kamre mein nahi. Main latch kholta hoon, corridor ki tube light safed girti hai.

Seedhiyon par utarte hue meri ungliyon par ab bhi uski geeli garmi thi. Neeche ke flat ka lock apni jeb se nikalta hoon, darwaza kholta hoon, band karta hoon. Upar uska fan ab bhi sunai deta, dheema. Maine joota nahi utara turant, pehle window ke paas khada raha, Bhubaneswar ki garmi ab bhi kaanch ke bahar khadi thi, aur upar wale kamre ki chuppi ab alag tarah ki thi.

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