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Sneha ki geeli print pic dekhte hi studio mein sex ho gaya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Yeh print yahan kaise aa gaya?” maine poocha, awaaz meri sochi se tez nikal gayi. Dryer ki tray mein client ke masale ke dibbe nahi the. Geeli tasveer par Sneha khadi thi, kurti kahan, sirf ek patla towel uske kandhon par tha, aur camera ke saamne uski nazar aisi thi jaise usne khud ko click kiya ho.

Lucknow ki is purani gali ke print studio mein, Hindustan ke kai shehron ki tarah, dopahar dhalte hi machine garam ho jaati hai. Hum dono alag-alag clients ke kaam print karte the, kiraya pehle se baanta hua tha, koi ehsaan beech mein nahi tha. Us geeli pic ne woh hisaab gira diya.

Sneha ne tray se print khincha, paani ki boondein uski kalaai par behin. “Yeh queue mein nahi hona tha,” usne kaha, awaaz patli. “Maine mahine pehle khud click kiya tha. Phir chhupa diya. File galat folder se nikal aayi.”

Uske baal kaan ke peeche chipak rahe the. Meri nazar tasveer par atki rahi, phir uski aankhon par. Woh pic uski marzi se bani thi, meri nahi. Woh pehle wala faisla ab is kamre mein khada tha.

“Tune yeh pic isliye li thi ki koi na dekhe?” maine dheere poocha.

“Isliye li thi ki main khud dekhu,” Sneha boli. “Gali wale muh na banayein, isliye daba ke rakhi. Ab tu dekh chuka hai.” Uski ungliyan print ke kone par kaampi, lekin usne tasveer ko peeche nahi kiya.

Maine dryer band nahi kiya. Garam hawa ab bhi halki thi. Sneha ne meri shirt ke button par haath rakha, ruk kar dekha. “Agar tu sirf gussa hai to keh de. Main uthake jaungi.”

“Gussa hai,” maine kaha, “aur yeh bhi hai ki main tujhe aise hi dekhna chahta hoon, agar tu chahe.”

Usne meri gardan khinchi aur honth rakh diye. Woh choomna jaldi tha, daant tak. Kurti ka pehla button usne khud khola. Jeans ki zip meri ungliyon ke neeche thi, usne hataaya nahi.

Print dryer se nikalte hi jo khula

Sorting table thandi thi, uski kamar us par tik gayi. Kurti ke neeche bra nahi thi, sirf garmi aur meri h palmen. Maine uski chhati ko muh se liya, nipple zabaan ke neeche kathor ho gaya. Sneha ki saans uski gardan se utri, ek awaaz jo shikayat nahi, maang thi.

“Yahan, jaldi nahi,” usne kaha, lekin haath mere baal pakde hue the. Jeans ghutnon tak utri, panty geeli thi beech se. Meri do ungliyan uski chut ke bahar phisli, phir andar, dheere, kyunki usne khud kamar aage di.

Table ke kinare par woh pic ab bhi geeli padi thi, Sneha ka woh purana khud ka chehra towel ke neeche. Usne palak nahi jhapkai us taraf. “Mat dekh kaagaz ko. Mujhe dekh.”

Maine zip kholi, mera lund uski jaangh par laga. Woh thandi table se sarak kar mere against aa gayi, haath ne neeche se pakda. Malish tez nahi thi, pakad sakht thi. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thin, jaise jagah kam ho aur irada zyada.

“Shirt nikaal,” usne kaha. Button atke, maine khincha, ek toot gaya. Sneha hans di, woh hasi chhoti thi. “Yeh studio pehle bhi garam tha. Aaj alag hai.”

Uske honth meri chhati par gaye, zabaan se ek line. Main table se hataya, kyunki printer ki dhaar tez thi. Wall ke paas cushioned stool tha, props ke liye. Sneha us par baithi, pair khol kar, meri gardan khinchte hue. Meri zabaan uski chut par lagi, geeli, namak, thodi si ink ki boo jo ungliyon par chipki thi.

Uski aankhen band thin, phir khulin jab maine clit ko honth se dabaaya. “Haan… wahi.” Woh shabd policy nahi tha, sirf rasta. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gaddi si. Main neeche raha jab tak uski kamar uchhli, ek baar, do baar, phir usne baal khinche.

“Upar aa.”

Khada hote hue mera lund uske pet se sata. Hum dono ab bhi aadhe kapdon mein the, jeans tangon par atki, kurti khuli. Sneha ne panty ek side sarkaayi, tip ko apni chut ke muh par ragda, aur ruk gayi.

“Abhi nahi andar. Pehle yahi.” Usne haath se dabaya, tez, meri saans atki. Main uske gale par muh rakh kar hilaya, uski chhati meri chhati se ragad khati rahi. Pic table par sukh rahi thi, kone mudne lage the.

Uski awaaz patli ho gayi jab main neeche se ungli wapas ghusaaya, lund bahar, do kaam ek saath. Sneha ne meri kalaai pakdi, na rokne ke liye, taqat ke liye. “Ishaan… aur.”

Tabhi dastak hui.

Darwaze par jo rukawat aayi

Knuckle kaise lakdi par pade, dono thahar gaye. Sneha ne kurti ke pane jalde se saamne kiye, jeans ghutne tak hi khinchi. Maine lund andar kiya, zip nahi, sirf kapda. Print table par munh ke bal pada raha.

“Kaun?” Sneha ne poocha, awaaz seedhi kar ke.

“Chowkidar, didi. Gali mein scooter atka hai, rickshaw wala gaali de raha hai. Hatao to.”

Sneha darwaze ke paas gayi, chain lagi hi thi pehle se, sirf sarak kar boli, “Abhi nahi nikal sakte. Dasse minute. Aap rickshaw ko aage karwa do.”

Bahar khamoshi, phir ek kharash. “Theek hai. Main unko bolta hoon.” Kadam bhaage. Hum akele bache, saans ab bhi upar.

Maine socha tha kapde theek karenge, prints nikaalenge, pic ko drawer ki taraf dhakel denge. Sneha ne waisa nahi kiya. Wapas aakar usne geeli pic uthayi, table par seedha ulat diya, apna hi chehra upar, towel wala, camera wali nazar. “Pehle main isko chhupana chahti thi. Ab nahi.”

Woh pal pehle wale jaldi wale plan ko tod gaya. Sorting table ki jagah ab floor ka purana rubber mat tha, jahan box rakhte the. Sneha ne kurti utaar di, jeans bhi, panty bhi. Nangi khadi rahi, bina pose ke, jaise print mein thi lekin ab saans chal rahi thi.

“Mat par aa. Andar chahiye.”

Shelf par mera wallet pada tha. Maine condom nikaala, packet phaada, lund par chadhaaya. Sneha dekh ti rahi, phir nod kiya, ek chhota sa. Uske baad koi dohraaya nahi. Woh let gayi, pair khule, uski kamar mat se thodi uthi hui.

Maine ghutne tek kar lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Geelapan pehle se tha, phir bhi dheere ghusa. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par atkin. Bharat mein aisi chhoti studios aksar residential lanes ke peeche chhupi rehti hain, aur is kamre ki deewar patli thi, isliye hum dono ne awaaz dabayi, daant honth par.

Andar tak jaane par Sneha ki saans ruki, phir chhoot. Uski thighs meri kamar par lapetin. Main hilaya, pehla dhakka chhota, doosra lambe. Mat kipda, printer ki low hum peeche se. Pic table se humein dekh rahi thi, woh purani Sneha, aur neeche wali Sneha ab nakhun meri peeth par chala rahi thi.

“Tez mat… ruk, ab tez.” Hukm badla, body ne bataya. Maine ek haath uski chhati par rakha, doosra mat par. Lund uski chut mein phisla, nikal, phir gehra. Condom ki patli garmi beech mein thi, uske baad bhi uski tightness saaf mehsoos hoti thi.

Sneha ne mujhe neeche khincha, honth kaan par. “Woh pic mein main akeli thi. Yahan nahi.” Uski awaaz kanpti thi lekin saaf. Main uske gale par kaat ke nahi, choom ke raha, dhakke lamba kiye. Uski chut ne pakda, chhoda, pakda.

Palat kar woh upar aa gayi, pair meri sides par. Kurti ab floor par thi, uske baal aage gir kar meri chhati ko chhoo rahe the. Usne khud ko utaara, lund ko pura liya, ruk kar aankh band ki, phir hilne lagi. Yeh uska rhythm tha, chhota circle, phir seedha.

Mere haath uski gaand par the, madad, na dhakka. Sneha ki chhati meri zabaan ke paas aa jaati jab woh jhukti. Main nipple ko muh mein liye hilta raha neeche se. Uski awaaz ab dabi na rahi, ek “ahh” nikal gayi, usne khud honth dabaaye.

“Log… gali.”

“To dheere,” maine kaha, lekin andar se usne mujhe gehra hi rakha. Speed kam hui, weight zyada. Har baithak par uski chut ne kheencha. Mera lund uske andar dhadka, condom ke peeche bhi tightness badh rahi thi.

Phir woh side let gayi, pair upar, main peeche se nahi, saamne se, ek jaangh kandhe par. Yeh kona naya tha, uski kamar tedhi, meri thrust tiriichi. Table ki pic ab ulti nazar aa rahi thi, lekin Sneha ne ghoom kar dekha, muskurayi, aur mujhe aur kheencha.

“Dekh, dono.”

Us shabd ne meri kamar kasi. Dhakke gehre hue, mat khisakne laga. Sneha ke nakhun meri baazu par gaye. Uski chut geeli sunaayi de rahi thi, sharam wali chup nahi. Main uski clit ko anguthe se malish karta raha jab lund andar bahar hua.

Uska orgasm pehle aaya, kamar kas, saans atki, pair meri peeth par kathor. Usne mera nam liya, ek baar, phir chup, sirf kampan. Main ruka nahi, uske wave ke saath chalta raha, dheere, phir usne khud kaha, “Tu bhi.”

Do, teen gehre dhakke, condom ke andar main nikal gaya, daant uske kandhe ke paas, awaaz dabi. Hum waise hi pade rahe, lund ab bhi andar, dheela hota. Sneha ki ungliyan mere gile baal mein thin. Printer ki hum wahi thi, gali se rickshaw ki ghanti dur se bajti hui.

Maine nikaala, condom baandh kar kagaz ke basket mein daala jo pehle se kachre ke liye tha. Sneha ne kapde turant nahi pehne. Woh mat par baithi rahi, saans theek karti, nazar table ki pic par.

Pocket mein jo usne rakh liya

Print ab sukh chuka tha, kone mudhe, image saaf. Sneha uthi, kurti pehni, jeans nahi abhi, sirf kurti ke neeche nangi jaanghein. Maine apni shirt dhundhi, tootey button ko chhoda.

Usne pic uthayi, dekh kar meri taraf ki. “Pehle main isko delete samajhti thi. Queue mein chhodna meri galti thi. Aaj jo hua, woh galti nahi.”

Maine kuch nahi joda. Woh khud fold karti, ek baar, seedha, tasveer andar nahi, bahar, apna hi kandha dikhta hua. Jacket stool par padi thi subah se. Sneha ne jacket uthayi, inner pocket kholi, print ko andar sarkaaya, zipper khichi.

Jeans ab pehni, chappal pair mein. Dryer ki tray khali thi, client ke prints doosri stack par sookh rahe the, unhe koi nahi chhua. Sneha ne mera kalaai pakda, na kal ka, na plan ka.

“Yeh meri pic ab yahin rahegi,” usne kaha, pocket par haath rakh ke. Kamre ki batti jal rahi thi, dryer ki dhaari bhi. Hum uske saamne khade the, aur usne print ko nahi chhupaya.

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