Incest Gaon Ki Kunwari Se Mumbai Ki Lund-Pyaasi Randi Tak: Ek Dusky Diva Ki Kahani

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Dakini: Ek Dusky Diva Ki Kahani

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Bhadohi, Uttar Pradesh. Ek chhota sa gaon jahaan subah suraj mitti ki khushboo ke saath ugta tha aur shaam ko taare gaon ke chhote-chhote makaanon pe chamakte the. Dakini yahin paida hui thi. 22 saal ki umar mein woh bilkul us photo jaisi dikhti thi – 5 foot 7 inch ki lambi height, dusky glowing skin jo dhoop mein sone ki tarah chamakti thi, lambe kaale wavy baal jo kamar tak latakte the aur hawa mein ek alag si lehrazte the. Uski aankhein badi-badi, intense, jaise andhere mein bhi kuch dhoondh rahi ho. Chehra sharp – high cheekbones, full lips jo thode se bhi khul jaaye to dil baith jaaye. Figure… 36D-24-38. Boobs bhare hue, heavy, perfectly round, dark brown nipples jo thande mausam mein bhi khade ho jaate the. Kamar patli, gaand moti aur tight, hips 38 inch – chalte waqt ek natural sway aata tha jo logon ko ghuma ke dekhne pe majboor kar deta tha.

Gaon mein log usko peeche se “Dusky Rani” kehte the. college ke ladke line maarte the, “Dakini, ek photo toh le len do.” Lekin Dakini ka dil kabhi unmein nahi tha. Woh magazines chura ke padhti thi – Vogue, Femina, Elle. Deepika Padukone ki ramp walk dekhti aur sochti, “Main bhi kar sakti hoon. Bas ek chance…”
Uske sapnon ka pehla toofan 19 saal ki umar mein aaya. Baap ki sudden heart attack. Ghar ka sirf ek kamra tha, chhota sa khet, aur maa Shanti Devi ab cancer se lad rahi thi. Hospital ke bill ne ghar ko kha liya tha. Chhoti behen Riya, 16 saal ki, abhi 10th mein thi – uske college fees bhi nahi bhar paa rahe the. Dakini roz subah gaon ke handpump pe paani bharte waqt sochti, “Mummy ke liye kuch toh karna padega.”
Ek raat, maa ke haathon ko pakad ke Dakini ne kaha, “Mummy, main Mumbai ja rahi hoon. Model banungi. Paise bhejungi. Tumhara ilaaj karwaungi. Riya ko padhaungi.” Maa ne aankhein band karke sirf ek aansu pochha aur dheere se boli, “Beta… izzat se jeena. Yeh sharir sirf dard dene ke liye nahi bana hai. Agar kuch galat hua toh wapas aa jaana.” Dakini ne muskurate hue haan kaha, lekin andar se woh jaanti thi – sapne bade hote hain to raaste mein izzat bhi chhoti pad jaati hai.
Train ka ticket 18 ghante ka tha. Platform pe maa aur Riya khade the. Dakini ne suitcase uthaya – andar sirf 4 kapde, ek chhota makeup kit, 8000 rupaye aur ek purana Nokia phone. Maa ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya, “Beta, phone roz karna.” Train chhooti to Dakini window se haath hilaati rahi. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin dil mein sapna tha – “Main top model banungi. Gaon wapas lautungi toh gaadi mein.”
Mumbai Central station pe utarte hi sapna toota. Bheed, chillati awaazein, pollution, taxi wale chillate hue. Koi nahi tha receive karne. Usne Google Maps pe “cheapest PG for girls Andheri” search kiya. Pehle 3 PG ne mana kar diya – “Full hai.” Chaar ghante ghumne ke baad ek purana building mila – “Shanti Niwas PG”. Malikani ek 50 saal ki aunty thi. “8000 rent, 8 ladkiyon ka room, bunk bed, common bathroom. Bijli alag.” Dakini ne 3000 advance de diya. Room mein pahunchi toh 8 ladkiyan – sab modeling try kar rahi thi. Ek ne kaha, “Nayi ho? Pehle 15 din toh rejection hi milega. Rona mat.”
Pehle 45 din sirf rejection ka silsila. Subah 4 baje uthna, local train mein crush hona, auditions ke liye line lagana. Har jagah same sawal:
“Portfolio hai?”
“Nahi.”
“Experience?”
“Nahi.”
“Complexion thoda dark hai ramp ke liye… TV ads try karo.”
“Too curvy… size zero chahiye.”
Dakini har rejection ke baad platform pe baith ke roti. Ek din toh ek casting director ne seedha bola, “Tumhari body toh achhi hai, lekin yahan aise nahi chalta. Thoda compromise karo.” Dakini ne gusse mein kaha, “Sir, main sirf kaam chahti hoon. Aise nahi.” Aur chali gayi.
Raat ko PG ke chhat pe baith ke woh call karti maa ko, “Sab theek hai mummy. Aaj bhi shoot tha.” Phir akeli rone lagti. Cigarette nahi peeti thi, lekin ek roommate se sutta maang ke pehli baar try kiya. Dhuuan chhodte hue sochti, “Mummy ka next chemo bill 55,000 aa gaya. Rent bhi due. Kya karoon?”
Phir Instagram pe message aaya – Ravi Sharma, 45 saal ka photographer. Profile pe likha tha “Fashion Photographer | Lakme Fashion Week | 12+ years”. Message: “Hi Dakini, your profile pics are promising. Test shoot karna hai? Aaj shaam 8 baje mera studio Andheri West. Portfolio free bana dunga.”
Dakini khush ho gayi. Pehli baar kisi ne “promising” bola. Shaam ko pahunchi. Studio ek chhota 2BHK flat tha. Ravi ne darwaza khola, usko upar se neeche dekha aur bola, “Waah… real dusky beauty. Andar aa.”
Andar baith ke paani diya. “Aaj innerwear shoot karenge natural light ke liye. Bra utaar do, marks nahi aane chahiye portfolio mein.” Dakini ka dil dhadka. “Sir… pehli baar hai. Kya zaruri hai yeh?” Ravi hanssa, “Industry hai beta. Har model yahin se shuru karti hai. Trust kar.”
Dakini ne mana kar diya. “Sorry sir, main aise nahi kar sakti.” Usne bag uthaya aur nikal gayi. Ravi peeche se chillaya, “Kal tak 50 ladkiyan line mein hongi. Soch lena.”
Agla 10 din aur rejection. Koi kaam nahi. Bank balance sirf 1200 rupaye reh gaya. Maa ka call aaya, “Beta hospital ne kal bill maanga hai. 55,000. Warna treatment rok denge.” Dakini raat bhar royi. Subah uth ke mirror mein apni dusky body dekhi – wohi heavy boobs, wohi tight gaand, wohi intense aankhein. Socha, “Ek baar… sirf ek baar. Bas portfolio ke liye. Phir kabhi nahi.”
Usne Ravi ko message kiya, “Sir, aa rahi hoon aaj shaam.”
Ravi ne darwaza khola aur muskuraya, “Smart ladki. Aaj toh full test shoot.”
Dakini andar aayi. Kapde utarne lagi dheere-dheere. Pehle crop top, phir bra. Uske bade dusky boobs bahar aa gaye – heavy, thoda natural hang, dark brown nipples thande hawa se turant khade. Skin glowing, jaise photo mein. Ravi camera uthaya lekin paas aa gaya. “Angle theek nahi…” Usne dono haathon se boobs pakde, unko zor se upar uthaya, thumbs se nipples ko ragda. Dakini ka sharir kaanp gaya. “S-sir… please… mat kariye…”
Ravi ne usko sofa pe dhakka diya. “Ab mana mat karna. Warna main samjhunga tu serious nahi.” Usne apni belt kholi. Pant utari. Mota kaala 7-inch lund bahar nikla – khada, veins ubhari hui, tip pe halka paani. Dakini ke baal pakde aur uske full lips pe lund ragda. “Chus le beta. Pehli baar hai na? Dheere se seekh jaayegi.”
Dakini ne aansu pochhte hue muh khola. Pehli baar namkeen, geela taste. Ravi ne adha lund muh mein dhakel diya. Dakini gag ho gayi, “Gggghhh… ughhh…” Aankhein bhar aayi. Ravi ne baal aur tight pakde, “Zubaan chalaa… chus… achhe se… haan aise…” Woh dheere dheere muh mein andar-bahar karne laga. 12 minute tak – kabhi gehraai tak ghusa ke, kabhi sirf tip ko chooswa ke. Dakini ke muh se laar aur aansu mix ho ke beh rahe the. Uske dusky gaal laal ho gaye the.
Phir usko ghuma diya. Jeans aur panty neeche. Dakini ghodi bani – moti dusky gaand upar, tight chut neeche se chamak rahi thi (bilkul shaved, pinkish-brown lips). Ravi ne thook lagaya apne lund pe, ek haath se uski kamar pakdi aur poora lund ek hi zor ke dhakke mein andar pel diya.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh… Maaa… Nikalooo… Bahut dard ho raha hai!!” Dakini ki cheekh nikal gayi. Pura sharir ek current ki tarah hil gaya. Pehli baar chut phaad di gayi thi – halka khoon ki line bhi aa gayi. Ravi ne koi sunne ki koshish nahi ki. Usne dono haathon se kamar pakad ke zor-zor se dhakke maare – pichak… pichak… pichak… pichak… Har dhakke pe Dakini ke heavy boobs neeche latak ke sofa se ragad kha rahe the. Nipples hard ho ke kapde se takra rahe the. “Kitni tight hai tu dusky randi… aaahhh… poori zindagi aise hi chudegi… le… le… aur le…”
15 minute tak full speed chut mein. Dakini ab sirf siskariyan le rahi thi – “Ahh… ahh… bas… mar jaungi…” Ravi ne lund nikaala, thoda thook lagaya aur gaand ke tight hole pe ragda. Dakini dar ke kaanp gayi, “Nahi sir… wahan mat… please… pehli baar…” Lekin Ravi ne ek dhakka maara – sirf tip andar. Dard itna ki Dakini ke muh se sirf rona nikal aaya. 2-3 minute gaand mein halka-halka, phir wapas chut mein.
Last 20 minute tak non-stop. Position change kiya – usko litaya missionary mein, dono taange kandhe pe rakh ke gehraai tak maara. Dakini ki aankhein band, aansu beh rahe, lekin sharir ab thoda respond kar raha tha. Ravi ne uske nipples ko muh mein liya, kaata, choosa. “Tu meri property hai ab… har shoot ke pehle yeh lena padega.” Aakhir mein usko ghuma ke muh ke paas laya aur garam-garam mota maal uske gale mein utaar diya. “Pi le… pura… ek bhi boond mat chhodna.”
Dakini ne khaas-khaas karke pi liya. Thoda chin pe gir gaya. Woh sofa pe nangi padi thi, sharir kaanp raha tha, chut mein jalan, gaand mein dard, boobs pe laal nishaan.
Ravi ne 3000 rupaye table pe rakh diye. “Kal shaam 8 baje aa jaana. Portfolio ready karunga. Aur haan… yeh sab normal hai industry mein. Rona band kar.”
Dakini ne kapde pehne. Haath kaanp rahe the. Stairs utarte hue neeche baith gayi. Phone nikala, maa ko call kiya. Awaaz mein rona chhupate hue boli, “Mummy… aaj shoot ho gaya. Paise aa rahe hain… sab theek hai.” Call cut karke woh 20 minute tak wahan baithi roti rahi.
PG pahunch ke shower mein 40 minute tak paani ke neeche khadi rahi. Dusky body pe paani beh raha tha. Boobs pe laal laal marks. Chut ab bhi jalan kar rahi thi. Soch rahi thi, “Main kya kar rahi hoon… lekin mummy ka bill…”


Dakini subah 6 baje uthi. PG ke common bathroom mein paani ki line lagi thi. Usne mirror mein apne ko dekha – dusky skin pe kal raat ke laal nishaan abhi bhi the. Boobs pe Ravi ke ungliyon ke marks, nipples thode swell ho gaye the. Chut mein halki jalan ab bhi thi, har kadam pe yaad dilati thi ki kal raat usne kya khoya tha. Usne dheere se haath se chut ko chhua – ab bhi geeli si feeling, lekin dard ke saath. Aansu aa gaye, lekin usne pochh diye. “Bas ek baar aur… portfolio ke liye. Phir main kabhi nahi jaungi uske paas.”
Maa ko subah call kiya. “Mummy, aaj bhi shoot hai. Paise mil jaayenge jaldi.” Maa ki awaaz mein khushi thi, “Beta tu theek toh hai na? Awaaz thodi udas lag rahi hai.” Dakini ne muskurate hue jhooth bola, “Main bilkul theek hoon mummy. Riya ko college bhej dena.”
Shaam 7:30 baje woh Ravi ke studio pahunchi. Aaj usne simple white kurti aur jeans pehna tha – bilkul innocent look, jaise gaon se aayi ladki. Baal open, halka sa kajal. Ravi ne darwaza khola aur usko dekhte hi muskuraya, “Aa gayi meri dusky beauty. Kal raat ke baad aur bhi glowing lag rahi hai.” Dakini ne aankhein neeche karke sirf haan kaha.
Andar jaate hi Ravi ne darwaza lock kar diya. “Aaj portfolio shoot complete karte hain. Lekin pehle… thoda warm-up.” Usne Dakini ko kheench ke sofa pe baitha liya. Pehle toh sirf kissing – uske full lips ko chusa, kaata, zubaan andar daali. Dakini ko ghin aa rahi thi, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Ravi ne uski kurti upar ki, bra kholi. Uske heavy dusky boobs bahar aa gaye. Ravi ne dono haathon se masle, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Waah… yeh toh kal se bhi zyada tight ho gaye hain.” Phir usne muh se ek nipple choosna shuru kiya – zor-zor se, jaise doodh peene wala baccha. Dakini ki saans tez ho gayi, “Sir… dard ho raha…”
Ravi hanssa, “Yeh dard nahi… mazaa hai. Ab asli kaam.” Usne phone uthaya aur kisi ko call kiya, “Haan yaar, aa ja. Meri nayi model aa gayi. Tera bhi chance hai aaj.”
Dakini ke dil mein darr ka current daud gaya. “Sir… kya? Kisko bula liya aapne?” Ravi ne uske baal se kheench ke kaha, “Chup kar. Yeh mere dost hain – Vicky aur Sameer. Dono professional photographers hain. Aaj triple shoot karenge. Tera portfolio international level ka banega. Warna yeh sab free mein nahi hota.”
Dakini uth ke bhaagna chahti thi, lekin Ravi ne uski kamar pakad li. “Mummy ka bill yaad hai na? Kal raat jo 3000 diye the, woh bhi wapas le lunga agar ab ruk gayi.” Dakini ke aansu behne lage. Woh sofa pe baith gayi, sirf rone lagi.
5 minute baad darwaza khula. Vicky (38 saal, lambaa patla, well-built) aur Sameer (42 saal, thoda mota, lekin strong) andar aaye. Dono ne Dakini ko dekha aur ek dusre ko smile kiya. “Waah Ravi… yeh toh real dusky maal hai. 36D confirmed?”
Ravi ne haan kaha, “Abhi check kar lo.” Teeno ne Dakini ko utha ke khada kiya. Usne kapde utarne se mana kiya, lekin Vicky ne zor se kurti faad di. Jeans aur panty neeche ki. Dakini ab bilkul nangi khadi thi – dusky glowing skin, heavy boobs hil rahe the, tight chut pe halki si redness kal raat ki.
Pehle toh teeno ne usko ghuma ke dekha. Vicky ne peeche se gaand pakdi, “Moti hai yaar… perfect for doggy.” Sameer ne aage se boobs masle, nipples ko muh mein liya. Ravi ne camera on kiya, “Shoot shuru. Relax Dakini… smile kar.”
Lekin smile nahi aaya. Sirf aansu. Vicky ne usko sofa pe litaya. Usne apni pant utari – uska lund 6 inch ka, lekin mota. Sameer ne apna 7.5 inch ka lund bahar nikala. Ravi pehle se hi ready tha.
Pehla round – oral. Vicky ne Dakini ke muh mein ghusa diya. “Chus… achhe se… jaise kal Ravi ne sikhaya.” Dakini gag ho rahi thi. Sameer ne uske boobs ke beech lund daal ke tit-fuck shuru kiya. Ravi ne chut mein ungliyan daalni shuru ki – do ungliyan, teesri bhi. Dakini ki chut ab geeli hone lagi thi na chahte hue bhi – body betray kar rahi thi. 15 minute tak muh chudwaya – kabhi Vicky, kabhi Sameer, kabhi dono ek saath (double oral). Dakini ke muh se laar beh rahi thi, aankhein laal.
Phir asli double scene shuru hua.
Vicky ne Dakini ko ghodi banaya. Usne thook lagaya aur chut mein poora lund pel diya – ek hi dhakke mein. “Aaaahhhh… bahut mota… dard!!” Dakini chillayi. Sameer ne aage aa ke uske muh mein lund daal diya. Ab dono taraf se dhakke – pichak pichak pichak. Vicky peeche se zor-zor se maarta, uske moti gaand pe thappad maarta, “Le dusky randi… poori industry aise hi chudti hai.” Sameer muh mein gehraai tak, “Chus… zubaan se saaf kar.”
Ravi camera pe record kar raha tha, kabhi kabhi join karta – usne Dakini ke nipples ko kaata, chut mein ungliyan daali jab Vicky nikaalta tha.
Position change – now double penetration real. Vicky ne let gaya, Dakini ko upar baitha diya (cowgirl on Vicky’s lund in chut). Sameer peeche se gaand mein ghusa – dheere dheere, lekin poora. Dakini ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Nahi… dono ek saath nahi… phat jaayegi… maaa!!” Dard itna ki uske aankhon ke saamne andhera. Lekin dono ne speed badha di. Ek andar, dusra bahar – perfect rhythm. Dakini ke heavy boobs upar neeche hil rahe the, uske dusky body pe paseena. Woh sirf rone lagi thi, “Bas karo… please… main mar jaungi… mummy ko bata dungi…”
Lekin teeno hasse. 25 minute tak non-stop double fuck. Kabhi chut+gaand, kabhi chut+muh, kabhi gaand+muh. Last mein teeno ne usko ghuma diya – Vicky chut mein jhada, Sameer gaand mein, Ravi muh mein. Garam-garam maal teeno holes mein. Dakini sofa pe behosh si pad gayi thi – chut laal, gaand mein dard, muh mein taste.
Ravi ne 5000 rupaye diye (teeno ne mila ke). “Aaj ka portfolio bahut strong bana. Kal aa jaana… aur haan, yeh video mere paas rahega. Agar tu smart hui toh yeh kabhi bahar nahi aayega.”
Dakini ne kapde pehne. Haath kaanp rahe the. Neeche utarte hue stairs pe baith gayi aur 30 minute tak royi. Phone pe maa ka message – “Beta bill 60,000 ho gaya. Kal tak dena padega.” Usne aansu pochhe aur PG laut gayi.
Agle 7 din tak yahi silsila chalta raha. Roz Ravi ke paas jaana, kabhi akela, kabhi dost ke saath. Ek baar toh Vicky ne usko car mein bula ke highway pe choda. Har baar paise milte, lekin badi ramp nahi. Auditions mein ab bhi rejection – “Portfolio achha hai lekin live audition mein thoda confident nahi lag rahi.”
Ek din Ravi ne introduce kiya – Raj Malhotra. 50 saal ka famous fashion designer. “Yeh tujhe Paris le ja sakta hai. Bas uske saath dedicated rehna padega.”
Raj ne Dakini ko 5-star hotel ke suite mein bulaya. Pehle toh sirf baat – champagne, dinner. Phir bola, “Tu bahut talented hai… lekin industry mein survival ke liye mujhe prove karna padega.”
Dakini ne aankhein band ki. Us raat Raj ne usko 2 ghante tak choda – dheere dheere, lekin gehraai tak. Missionary, doggy, shower mein. Usne Dakini ke har inch ko chaata – dusky boobs, chut, gaand. Dakini ab rone ke bajaye sirf aankhein band karke leti thi. “Bas… yeh sab khatam ho jaaye.”
Lekin khatam nahi hua.

Dakini PG ke room mein baithi thi. Raat ke 11 baje. Part 2 ke double scene ke baad uska sharir abhi bhi kaanp raha tha. Chut mein halki si swelling, gaand ke hole pe jalan, boobs pe teeno ke muh ke nishaan laal-laal. Dusky skin pe paseene aur thuk ke marks abhi bhi the. Woh shower mein 45 minute tak khadi rahi thi, paani ke neeche, lekin dard andar tak tha. Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Phone pe maa ka message aaya tha – “Beta, hospital ne aaj warning di hai. 70,000 kal tak nahi diye to treatment rok denge.” Dakini ne mirror mein apne ko dekha – wohi intense aankhein ab thaki hui, full lips swell, heavy 36D boobs neeche ki taraf jhuke hue. Socha, “Main kya ban gayi hoon? Gaon mein log kehte the main rani banungi… aur yahan…”
Ravi ka call aaya subah 9 baje. “Dakini, Raj Malhotra tujhe pasand kar gaya hai. Aaj raat 8 baje Leela Palace, Suite 1201. Ja. Yeh tera Paris ticket hai. Bas usko khush rakh. Dedicated rehna padega.” Dakini ne haath kaanpte hue haan kaha. Usne simple black saree pehni – wohi jo gaon se laayi thi, thodi tight ho gayi thi ab boobs ke wajah se. Baal open, halka makeup, andar sirf ek black lace bra aur panty. Dil mein darr tha, lekin pocket khali thi.
Shaam 7:45 baje woh Leela Palace pahunchi. 5-star hotel ka glow uske dusky chehre pe pad raha tha. Reception pe naam bataya toh manager ne personally lift tak chhod diya. “Mr. Malhotra aapka wait kar rahe hain madam.” 12th floor. Suite 1201 ka darwaza khula. Raj Malhotra – 50 saal ka, lambaa, safed baal, expensive suit mein. Usne Dakini ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur muskuraya, “Waah… Ravi ne sahi kaha. Real dusky diamond. Andar aa beta.”
Andar suite jaise palace tha – marble floor, king size bed, private balcony se Mumbai ki lights, champagne bottle already chilled. Raj ne pehle toh baat ki. “Baith. Champagne le.” Dakini ne pehli baar taste kiya. Thoda nasha chadh gaya. Raj ne uske baare mein poocha – gaon, maa, behen, sapne. Dakini ne sab bataya, aansu aa gaye jab maa ka cancer ka zikr kiya. Raj ne uske haath pakda, “Main tujhe Paris Fashion Week tak le jaunga. Lekin pehle mujhe dekhna hai ki tu kitni dedicated hai. Industry mein sirf talent nahi, surrender bhi chahiye.”
Dakini ne aankhein band ki. “Sir… main bas kaam chahti hoon. Aise…” Raj ne dheere se uske lips pe ungli rakhi, “Shhh. Yeh surrender hai, force nahi. Tu khud choose kar. Warna darwaza hai.”
Dakini ne 2 minute tak socha. Maa ka bill, Riya ki fees, PG ka rent… usne champagne ka ek aur sip liya aur dheere se saree ka pallu neeche kiya. Raj ne muskurate hue light dim ki. Soft music on.
Pehle toh sirf kissing. Raj ne usko bed pe litaya, uske full lips ko 10 minute tak chusa – dheere, gehra, zubaan andar daal ke. Dakini ko ghin aa rahi thi lekin usne saath diya. Raj ne saree poori utari. Black bra kholi. Uske heavy dusky boobs bahar aa gaye – bilkul us photo jaisa glow, dark brown nipples already thode hard. Raj ne dono haathon se unko uthaya, “Yeh toh masterpiece hain.” Usne pehle left nipple ko muh mein liya – dheere choosa, phir zor se kaata. Dakini ki siskari nikal gayi, “Ahh… sir…” Phir right. 15 minute tak sirf boobs pe focus – massage, sucking, biting, tit-fuck ke liye dono boobs ko saath daba ke apna lund beech mein ragda (Raj ka lund 6.5 inch ka tha, lekin bahut mota aur experienced).
Phir neeche. Raj ne Dakini ki panty utari. Usne uski tight dusky chut ko dekha – shaved, pinkish-brown lips abhi bhi kal raat ke double se thodi swollen. Usne chut ko chaatna shuru kiya – zubaan se lips ko alag kiya, clit ko choosa, andar ungliyan daali (pehle ek, phir do, phir teesri). Dakini ke haath bed sheet pakad ke tight ho gaye. Na chahte hue bhi uski chut geeli hone lagi. “Sir… please… dard ho raha…” lekin Raj ne nahi roka. 20 minute tak chut chaata, ungliyan andar-bahar, kabhi gaand ke hole pe bhi ungli ragdi.
Ab asli chudai shuru.
Raj ne Dakini ko missionary position mein litaya. Dono taange faila ke. Usne apna mota lund chut pe ragda, thook lagaya aur dheere se andar dhakela. “Aaaahhh…” Dakini ki saans ruk gayi. Pehle sirf adha, phir poora. Raj ne dheere-dheere dhakke maare – gehraai tak, har dhakke pe uske boobs hil rahe the. “Kitni tight hai tu… dusky rani… aaahhh… le… le mera sab kuch.” 25 minute tak missionary – kabhi speed badha ke, kabhi dheere karke kiss karte hue. Dakini ke aansu beh rahe the, lekin sharir ab respond kar raha tha. Usne khud taange upar kar li.
Position change – Doggy. Raj ne usko ghodi banaya. Peeche se poora lund pel diya. Ab zor-zor ke dhakke – pichak pichak pichak. Dakini ke moti gaand pe har dhakke pe thappad pad raha tha. “Le… le… tu meri personal slut banegi ab. Har Paris trip pe pehle mujhe dena padega.” 18 minute tak doggy. Phir usne Dakini ko utha ke standing position mein – wall ke sahare, ek taang upar pakad ke choda. Dakini ke heavy boobs uske seene se ragad kha rahe the.
Shower scene – Raj ne usko bathroom le gaya. Garam paani ke neeche dono nange. Raj ne Dakini ko wall se sataya, peeche se gaand mein thoda ghusa (sirf tip), chut mein ungliyan, aur boobs ko soap laga ke masla. 10 minute shower mein chudai.
Wapas bed pe – Cowgirl. Dakini upar baithi, khud upar-neeche ho rahi thi (majboori mein). Raj ne neeche se dhakke maare. “Haan aise… apne aap le le.” Dakini ke baal latak rahe the, paseena uski dusky skin pe chamak raha tha, boobs zor-zor se upar-neeche. Last 15 minute tak yahi.
Aakhir mein Raj ne usko ghuma ke muh ke paas laya. “Pi le.” Usne poora maal Dakini ke gale mein utaar diya. Dakini ne pi liya, thoda bahar bhi gir gaya uske chin aur boobs pe.
Raj ne usko gale lagaya (pehle baar pyaar jaisa). “Tu bahut achhi hai Dakini. Kal se main tera manager banunga. Paris ka ticket book karwaunga.” Dakini ko laga shayad ab sab theek ho jaayega.
Lekin subah…
Raj ne 15,000 rupaye envelope mein diye aur bola, “Yeh abhi ke liye. Paris ke liye abhi time lagega. 2-3 mahine training. Aur haan… har weekend yahin aana padega.” Dakini ne envelope pakda. Dil toot gaya. “Sir… aapne kaha tha…” Raj hanssa, “Industry hai beta. Sab aise hi hota hai. Ab ja, aur smart reh.”
Dakini hotel se bahar nikalte hue lift mein ro padi. Dusky gaal pe aansu. PG pahunch ke bed pe gir gayi. Raat bhar nahi soyi. Sochti rahi – “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Izzat bachi hi nahi ab.”
Agla 15 din Raj ke saath yahi silsila – har weekend suite mein 3-4 ghante ki chudai. Kabhi sirf oral, kabhi full night. Ek raat toh Raj ne apne ek foreign client ke saath share kiya – dono ne milke choda. Dakini subah tak behosh si pad gayi thi.
Phir ek party mein twist aaya.
Vikram Singh – 38 saal ka, handsome, international agency ka head. Tall, gym body, expensive watch. Usne Dakini ko Raj ke saath dekha. Party ke baad usne Dakini ko personally message kiya, “I saw you. You have real potential. Come meet me. No compromise. Only hard work.”
Dakini ne message padha. Dil mein ek chhoti si ummeed jagi. “Kya yeh sach mein alag hoga?”
Lekin usse pehle Raj ka ek aur dhokha tha…