indiansexstories
Story featured image.

Woh ruk gayi, phir maine use choda studio ke floor par

4 min readHindi Sex Stories

Leela ne zipper khincha aur bag ko table ke kinare tak ghasita. “Main nahi rukungi. Tumne file kharab ki, phir meri galti bata rahe ho.” Uske kandhon par kapda tight tha, aur uski aankhen garam thi.

Main darwaze ke paas khada raha. “Ek minute. India ke is project ka last slide galat nahi tha meri taraf se. Ruk ke dekho.” Woh ruk gayi, lekin pair bahar ki taraf hi the. Studio ke bahar Vadodara ki dhoop dheeli pad rahi thi, aur gali se scooter ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

“Agar main ruki, to tum wahi lecture doge,” usne kaha. Main ne sir hilaaya. “Lecture nahi. Sirf yeh ki tum jaogi to yeh baat adhuri rahegi.” Usne bag ka handle chhoda. Woh faisla uska tha, kisi chaabi ya lock ka nahi.

Bag girte hi faisla badla

Woh wapas aayi, itna kareeb ki uski saans meri gardan par padi. “Theek hai. Main yahin hoon. Ab seedha bolo.” Maine uska haath pakda, naram, bina jhatke ke. Usne ungliyan band ki, phir kholi, phir dobara band ki. Woh haan thi.

Kapde dheere utre. Uski shirt pehle, meri shirt baad mein. Uski bra ka hook haath se khula. Main ne uske boobs ko muh se chhua, nipple ko daanton se nahi, honthon se. Woh leṭi nahi, khadi rahi, peeth table se lagi. “Aur,” usne kaha, aur main ne uski jeans ka button khola.

Uski chut geeli thi jab meri ungliyon ne kapde ke andar jaakar skin chhui. Usne meri kamar pakdi. Main ne jeans neeche ki, panty ke saath. Woh nangi ho gayi kamar se neeche, aur maine apna zipper khola. Mera lund haath mein aaya, garam. Usne dekha, phir meri aankhon mein dekha, phir haath badhaya.

“Yahan. Floor.” Usne kaha, aur dono ne gadde ki jagah patle dariye par jagah banayi. Main upar aaya. Usne pair khole. Maine condom nikal kar foel phaada, lund par chadhaaya, phir uski chut ke muh par ruka. Woh hips se aage aayi. Main andar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do mein, kyunki woh tight thi aur dono ki saansein pehle se tez thi.

Chudai shuru hui usi pal. Main ne use choda, pehle dheere, phir uske nakhun jab meri peeth par lage to tez. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf thi. Har dhakke par table ke kaanch ke glass ne halki awaaz di. Woh boli, “Roh… aur andar.” Main ne kamar dabaye rakha, lund ko poora ghusaaya, nikaala, phir dubara.

Usne mujhe neeche ghumaya. Ab woh upar thi. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Woh dekh ke baith ti, uth ti, baith ti. Uski chut meri lund ko nichodti. Main ne uske boobs ko haathon se sambhala. Paseena uske gale se neeche behta. India ke is chhote studio mein AC ki awaaz bhi dhakkon se dabi thi.

“Slow,” usne ek baar kaha, aur main ruk gaya bilkul andar. Phir usne khud hilna shuru kiya. Yeh uska rhythm tha. Main ne uski kamar pakdi, lekin speed nahi badhayi. Jab woh tez hui, tabhi main ne hips uthayi.

Dhakke badle, awaaz nahi

Woh leṭ gayi dobara. Main ghutnon par aaya, uski taangein kandhon par uthayi. Angle badla. Lund gehra gaya. Uski awaaz kat ti, poori nahi nikal ti. Main ne uski chut ke upar ungli rakhi, clit par gol. Woh kapti. Main choda, rukaa nahi, lekin dhakke lambe kiye, chhote nahi.

Uske baal floor par fail gaye. Main ne unhe nahi khincha. Sirf dekhata raha jab uska muh khulta. Mera lund andar-bahar hota, condom ki patli chamak dikhti. Usne mera haath apne moonh tak laya, do ungliyan chusi. Namak aur uski thook. Main aur gehra gaya.

Jaldi nahi aani chahiye thi, lekin uski tightness ne meri kamar ko kheencha. Maine kaha, “Main nikalunga.” Usne pairon se meri peeth kas li. “Andar mat. Condom hai, lekin nikal ke bahar.” Main ne maana. Teen dhakke aur, phir nikaala, haath se dabaya, aur cum uski pet ki skin par giri, garam, phailti hui.

Woh bhi poori nahi hui thi. Main ne muh neeche kiya, uski chut ko chaata, clit ko honth se dabaaya. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein thin. Woh jhatki, pair seedhe hue, phir dheele. Uski saans lambi nikli, ek baar, do baar.

Woh floor par hi ruki, bag nahi uthaya

Dono leti der tak nahi. Woh baithi, meri shirt uthayi jo paas thi, pet saaf kiya. Main condom utaar kar tissue mein lapeta, kude ke dabbe mein daala. Yeh safai lambi nahi thi, bas itni ki floor chipchipa na rahe.

Leela ne jeans nahi pehni. Woh meri shirt pehen kar khadi hui, bag ki taraf dekha, phir wapas meri taraf. “File kal. Abhi main yahin soungi is dariye par. Tum jaana chahte ho to jao.”

Main ne apni jeans uthayi lekin pehni nahi. “Main bhi yahin.” Usne sir jhukaya, ek chhota sa haan, aur mere bagal mein aa kar let gayi. Bahar phir scooter guzri. Studio ke andar sirf do log the, aur uska bag ab bhi table ke kinare tha, zipper adhura.

More stories to read

Related Stories