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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Dakini Leela Palace se nikal kar seedha PG pahunchi. Raat ke 2 baje the. Suite mein jo hua tha – woh 3-4 ghante ki nonstop chudai – uska har pal abhi bhi uske sharir mein dard kar raha tha. Dusky skin pe Raj ke ungliyon aur muh ke laal nishaan abhi bhi dikh rahe the. Boobs pe bite marks, nipples swell aur sensitive, chut mein halki swelling aur andar tak jalan. Gaand ke hole pe abhi bhi thuk aur maal ke marks. Woh bed pe gir gayi, kapde utare bina hi. Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Phone pe maa ka message – “Beta, hospital ne kal last warning di hai. 85,000 chahiye warna chemo rok denge.” Dakini ne phone side mein rakh diya aur sirf roti rahi. “Mummy… main kya kar rahi hoon? Aapke liye sab kuch de rahi hoon… lekin yeh sharir ab mera nahi raha.”
Agla 15 din Raj ke suite mein yahi silsila chalta raha. Har weekend woh bulata – kabhi akela, kabhi apne foreign client ke saath. Ek raat toh Raj ne usko 4 ghante tak choda. Pehle full body massage ke bahane oil laga ke har inch ko chhua – dusky boobs ko zor-zor se masla, chut mein 4 ungliyan daal ke andar-bahar kiya, gaand mein bhi. Phir shower mein standing fuck, bed pe reverse cowgirl, aur last mein usne Dakini ko ghodi bana ke itna zor se maara ki uske moti gaand pe laal laal haath ke nishaan pad gaye. “Tu meri personal property hai ab. Paris ka visa ready kar raha hoon.” Dakini har baar paise leti – 20,000-25,000 – maa ko bhejti, lekin dil toot-ta ja raha tha. Woh ab smile bhi nahi karti thi. Sirf leti rehti aur sochti, “Bas Paris pahunch jaaun… phir sab khatam.”
Phir aaya woh din jo uski zindagi ka sabse bada dhokha tha.
Raj ne message kiya – “Aaj raat 9 baje suite mein aa. Paris ka ticket confirm ho gaya. Celebrate karte hain.” Dakini khush ho gayi. Usne apni best red dress pehni – deep neck, jo uske heavy 36D boobs ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Baal open, red lipstick. Hotel pahunchi toh Raj already champagne khol ke baitha tha. “Aa meri dusky rani.” Usne pehle toh pyaar se chuma, phir dheere se dress utara. Aaj ka sex alag tha – dheere, romantic. Raj ne usko bed pe litaya, har jagah kiss kiya – neck, boobs, navel, chut. 25 minute tak sirf foreplay. Phir missionary mein ghusa – dheere dheere, gehraai tak. “Tu bahut special hai Dakini… Paris mein tu star banegi.” Dakini pehli baar enjoy kar rahi thi. Usne khud hips utha ke saath diya. Cowgirl mein upar baith ke khud chodi. Raj ne uske boobs ko muh mein liya, nipples ko choosa. Last mein dono saath jhade – Raj ne andar hi maal chhod diya. Dakini ko laga ab sab theek hai.
Subah Raj ne usko gale lagaya. “Ticket book ho gaya. Lekin… ek chhoti si baat hai.” Usne envelope diya – 30,000 rupaye. “Yeh le. Paris ke liye abhi 2 mahine aur training chahiye. Main dusri ladki ke saath ja raha hoon – Natasha. Woh already established hai, uske saath deal fix ho gaya. Tu yahin reh, training complete kar. 2 mahine baad tera number aayega.”
Dakini ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. “Sir… aapne kaha tha main jaungi… aapne promise kiya…” Raj hanssa, suit pehen te hue. “Promise? Industry mein promise nahi hota beta. Tu achhi hai, lekin Natasha ke connections zyada strong hain. Tu yahin Ravi ke paas practice karti reh. Paise milte rahenge.” Darwaza band karke woh chala gaya.
Dakini suite mein 2 ghante tak nangi bed pe padi rahi. Aansu beh rahe the. Phone pe Raj ka last message – “Smart reh. Video abhi bhi mere paas hai.” Woh uthi, shower mein gayi, paani ke neeche khadi hokar chillayi – “Maine kya khoya hai… sab kuch… sirf maa ke liye…” Dusky body pe paani beh raha tha, lekin andar ka dard nahi dhul raha tha. PG laut ke usne 2 din tak kuch nahi khaya. Sirf roti rahi. Maa ko call kiya toh jhooth bola, “Paris ticket confirm ho gaya mummy… jaldi aap theek ho jaogi.”
Phir aaya woh message jo zindagi badal sakta tha.
Instagram pe ek DM – Vikram Singh. Agency head, 38 saal ka, tall, gym-fit, sharp jawline, expensive watch aur calm eyes. Message: “Dakini, maine tumhe Raj ke party mein dekha tha. Tum mein real fire hai. No casting couch. Sirf hard work. Agar interested ho toh mere office aa jao – Andheri East. Sirf portfolio aur training ki baat karenge. No pressure.”
Dakini ne message padha 10 baar. Dil mein ek chhoti si ummeed jagi. “Kya yeh alag hoga?” Usne reply kiya – “Yes sir. Kal aa sakti hoon.”
Agli shaam woh Vikram ke office pahunchi. Modern agency – big glass cabin, international covers on wall. Vikram ne usko personally welcome kiya. “Baitho. Paani lo.” Pehle sirf baat – uske gaon, struggles, maa ka cancer, sab. Dakini ne rona rok nahi payi jab maa ka zikr kiya. Vikram ne tissue diya, “Main jaanta hoon industry kaise khati hai ladkiyon ko. Main tujhe top level tak le jaunga… lekin sirf talent aur mehnat se. Koi compromise nahi. Pehle 2 mahine sirf training – gym, walk, photoshoot, diet. Paise main dunga advance.”
Dakini ko pehli baar kisi ne izzat di thi. Usne haan kar di.
2 hafte baad training shuru. Vikram khud gym mein aata tha. Dakini ko dheere dheere confidence wapas aa raha tha. Ek raat training ke baad Vikram ne usko apne penthouse pe bulaya – “Final test shoot ghar pe karte hain. Relaxed environment.”
Penthouse – 25th floor, sea view. Vikram ne soft lights on ki. “Sirf natural poses. Jo feel kare woh kar.” Dakini ne dheere se kapde utare – bilkul us photo jaisa sheer star dress pehna tha aaj. Vikram ne camera uthaya, lekin dheere se paas aaya. “Tu bahut beautiful hai Dakini… andar se bhi.” Usne pehli baar usko pyaar se chuma – sirf lips pe, dheere. Dakini ko current laga. Pehli baar kisi ne force nahi kiya.
Vikram ne usko bed pe litaya. Dress dheere se utara. Usne uske dusky boobs ko haathon se uthaya, nipples ko dheere choosa – bilkul pyaar se. “Relax… enjoy kar.” Dakini ki saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ne chut ko bhi chaata – zubaan se clit ko tease kiya, ungliyan dheere andar daali. 20 minute tak foreplay. Dakini pehli baar khud moan kar rahi thi – “Vikram… ahh… please…”
Phir Vikram ne apna 8-inch mota lund bahar nikala. Missionary mein dheere se ghusa – bilkul dheere, eye contact ke saath. “Dekh meri aankhon mein… tu safe hai.” Dakini ki aankhein bhar aayi, lekin yeh aansu khushi ke the. Vikram ne dheere-dheere dhakke maare – gehraai tak, har dhakke pe kiss. 30 minute tak missionary. Phir cowgirl – Dakini upar, khud control mein. Uske heavy boobs upar-neeche, Vikram ne neeche se boobs masle. Spooning position mein peeche se, uske gaand pe halke kisses. Last 20 minute tak non-stop, speed badha ke. Dono saath jhade – Vikram ne andar hi chhoda. Dakini uske seene pe sar rakh ke let gayi. Pehli baar usko laga – “Koi toh mera hai.”
Vikram ne uske baal sehlate hue kaha, “Ab se tu meri ho. Main tujhe duniya dikhaunga… Paris, Milan, New York. Lekin pehle tu heal ho ja.”
Dakini ne aankhein band ki. Dil mein ab bhi Raj ka dhokha tha, lekin Vikram ki baahon mein pehli baar sukoon mila.
Lekin yeh sukoon zyada din nahi rehne wala tha… kyunki Raj abhi bhi uske videos ke saath tha.


Dakini agle 45 din Vikram ke strict training schedule mein kho gayi. Subah 5 baje uthna, gym mein 2 ghante – weights, cardio, yoga. Vikram khud roz aata tha. “Teri body already perfect hai, lekin ramp walk mein attitude chahiye.” Woh usko mirror ke saamne khada karke sikhata – “Chin up, shoulders back, hips sway… jaise tu duniya ki malik hai.” Dakini ki dusky skin ab aur chamakne lagi thi – gym se tight ho gayi thi, 36D boobs aur bhi ubhar ke aane lage the, kamar 23 inch ho gayi thi, gaand abhi bhi moti lekin shape mein. Baal aur lambe, intense aankhein ab thodi confident dikhti thi.
Chhote-chhote local shoots shuru hue. Pehle ek lingerie brand ka catalogue – sirf 10,000 rupaye, lekin pehli baar koi casting couch nahi. Vikram khud set pe tha, “Sirf smile aur confidence.” Dakini ne pehli baar ramp pe chhoti si walk ki aur logon ne taaliyan bajayi. Raat ko PG mein maa ko call kiya, “Mummy, aaj mera pehla paid shoot tha. 10,000 bhej rahi hoon.” Maa ki awaaz mein aansu the, “Beta tu sach mein star ban rahi hai.”
Lekin raat ko akeli padte hi Raj ka andhera yaad aa jaata. Usne 2 baar call kiya tha – “Dakini, video abhi bhi mere paas hai. Agar Vikram ke saath gayi toh leak kar dunga.” Dakini ne block kar diya, lekin darr andar baitha tha.
Phir Vikram ne surprise diya. “Next week Paris Fashion Week mein ek small slot mila hai. Indian emerging model section. Tu jaayegi.” Dakini ke aankhein chamak uthi. “Sach?” Vikram ne usko gale lagaya, “Haan meri dusky queen. Main bhi saath ja raha hoon.”
Paris ki flight mein business class. Dakini ne pehli baar plane mein baith ke window se clouds dekhe. Vikram uske haath pakad ke bola, “Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.” Hotel pahunchte hi – Le Marais mein ek luxury suite. Paris ki lights bahar chamak rahi thi. Vikram ne usko balcony pe le jaake peeche se hug kiya. “Aaj raat sirf hum.”
Yeh sex scene bilkul alag tha – pyaar bhara, slow, intense.
Vikram ne dheere se uski dress (black off-shoulder) ke zip kholi. Dress neeche giri. Dakini ab sirf black lace bra-panty mein – uski dusky glowing skin Paris ki golden light mein chamak rahi thi, bilkul us photo jaisi. Vikram ne usko utha ke bed pe litaya. Pehle 30 minute sirf kissing aur touching – neck pe kisses, ear lobes ko kaatna, shoulders pe zubaan. Phir bra kholi. Uske heavy dusky boobs bahar aaye. Vikram ne dono haathon se unko worship kiya – dheere massage, nipples ko zubaan se ghumaya, choosa, halka sa kaata. “Yeh duniya ke sabse sundar boobs hain…” Dakini ki saans tez, pehli baar woh khud moan kar rahi thi bina darr ke, “Vikram… aur…”
Neeche aaya. Panty utari. Usne Dakini ki tight dusky chut ko 25 minute tak chaata – zubaan andar daal ke, clit ko suck karke, 3 ungliyan dheere andar-bahar. Dakini ke haath uske baal mein, hips upar uth rahe the, “Ahhh… Vikram… main… aa rahi hoon…” Pehli orgasm usko mila – pura sharir kaanp gaya, chut se paani nikal aaya.
Ab Vikram ka 8-inch mota lund. Missionary mein dheere se poora ghusa. Eye contact, deep kisses. “Dekh meri aankhon mein… tu meri ho.” Dhakke dheere lekin gehre – har dhakke pe woh uske boobs ko muh mein leta. 35 minute tak missionary. Phir cowgirl – Dakini upar baithi, khud control mein, hips ghuma ke. Uske heavy boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, Vikram ne neeche se pakad ke masla. Spooning mein peeche se – ek haath se clit rub karta, dusre se boobs. Last mein doggy – lekin pyaar se, gaand pe thappad nahi, kisses. 20 minute tak full speed. Dono saath jhade – Vikram ne andar hi chhoda, garam maal uski chut mein. Dakini uske upar gir gayi, paseene mein, “Thank you… pehli baar itna achha laga.”
Subah Paris Fashion Week ka din. Backstage mein tension. Dakini ka outfit – golden sheer saree-gown hybrid, deep neck, side slit, uski dusky skin aur curves perfectly highlight. Walk practice 50 baar. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Tu rani hai wahan.”
Ramp pe jab uska number aaya – lights, music, 3000 log. Dakini ne pehli baar full confident walk ki – hips sway, intense aankhein camera mein, end pe pose jo us photo jaisa tha (haath se baal pakad ke, boobs thode ubhar ke). Poora hall taaliyon se goonj utha. “Who is she?” log poochhne lage. Backstage pahunchte hi Vikram ne usko utha ke ghuma diya, “Tu star ban gayi!”
Lekin hotel laut te hi Raj ka andhera aa gaya.
Raj ne anonymous email bheja Vikram ko – 3 minute ka video clip. Usmein Dakini Ravi aur uske dost ke saath double penetration mein thi – muh, chut, gaand sab. Caption: “Teri nayi investment kitni ‘dedicated’ hai. Poora video leak kar dunga agar tu isko Paris se wapas bhej diya.”
Vikram ne video dekha. Chehra serious ho gaya. Dakini room mein aayi toh usne poocha, “Yeh kya hai?” Dakini ne dekha aur zameen pe baith gayi. Aansu behne lage. “Vikram… yeh… majboori thi… maa ke cancer ke bill… main nahi chahti thi… please believe me…”
Vikram ne usko uthaya, gale lagaya. “Main jaanta hoon. Raj ne mujhe pehle bhi threaten kiya tha. Lekin main tujhe nahi chhodunga. Video delete karwa dunga. Lekin ab tu mujhe sab bata – har cheez.”
Dakini ne raat bhar ro-ro ke sab bataya – Ravi ka pehla shoot, double, Raj ka suite, har dhokha. Vikram ne sunte hue uske aansu pochhe, usko gale lagaye rakha. “Tu bahut strong hai Dakini. Ab se main tera shield hoon.”
Agli subah Vikram ne apne lawyers ko call kiya. Raj ko legal notice bheja – video leak kiya toh 5 crore ka case. Raj ghabra gaya aur video delete kar diya (lekin backup rakhe hue tha).
Paris ke baaki 4 din mein Dakini ne 3 aur shows kiye. Ek international brand ne usko contract offer kiya – 2 lakh euro for next season. Vikram ne celebrate ke liye Eiffel Tower ke paas private dinner arrange kiya. Wahan bhi sex hua – hotel suite mein, balcony pe khade hokar standing fuck, Paris ki lights ke neeche. Vikram ne usko wall se sataya, peeche se gehraai tak maara, haath se clit rub kiya, boobs ko peeche se masla. Dakini chillayi, “Vikram… main tujhpe fida ho gayi…” Dono saath jhade, Paris ki hawa mein.
Lekin wapas Mumbai laut te hi nayi musibat khadi ho gayi.
Raj ne nayi ladki ko target kiya tha – Dakini ki hi PG wali roommate, 19 saal ki nayi model. Aur usne Dakini ko message bheja – “Teri jagah ab yeh le rahi hai. Video ka backup mere paas hai. Agar tu Vikram ko chhod ke mere paas wapas nahi aayi toh yeh bhi same raaste pe jaayegi.”
Dakini ka dil baith gaya. Ab woh khud ko bacha chuki thi… lekin kya woh dusri ladki ko bacha paayegi?