22-08-2026, 03:34 PM
Yeh toh bilkul live camera pe chal raha tha, jaise koi full-on blue film.
Thode hi ghante baad finally kuch hua. Roof feed pe movement dikhi. Maid Vimla andar aayi. Main usko pehle bhi do-teen baar dekh chuka tha, par is baar jaan ke ki woh meri biwi ki sexual rival hai, maine usko dhyan se ghoora.
Woh petite thi, barely five feet, dusky complexion. Chest se lag raha tha boobs bade nahi hain. Cute innocent face, par ab uspe annoyed expression tha. Woh idhar-udhar ghoom rahi thi, clearly Dara ka wait kar rahi.
Das minute baad banda aa gaya. Usne roof ka darwaza peeche se bolt kiya aur water tank ke peeche unke usual spot pe chala gaya. Usne Vimla ko hug kiya, par usne jhatak diya.
“Kahan tha itni der?” Vimla ne irritated awaaz mein poocha.
“Abhi toh aa gaya.” Dara ne uska kurta upar uthana shuru kiya, par Vimla ne haath se thappad maara.
“Ruk. Pehle baat karni hai.”
“Baat bhi kar lenge aur chodenge bhi. Time nahi hai zyada.”
“NAHI!” usne zor se bola.
Dara ke chehre pe ek second ke liye gussa flash hua, par usne control kar liya.
“Theek hai, bol kya hai.”
“In dino tera kya scene hai? Lagta hai mujhe avoid kar raha hai. Aur har baar jhalla ke baat karta hai.”
“Yahi baat karni thi kya?” Dara thoda annoyed laga.
“Nahi… main… aaj building ke dono jobs chhoot gaye.”
“Kya? Kaise?”
“Pata nahi. Dono memsaabon ne ek ke baad ek bola ki ab dusri maid dhoondengi. Late aati hai, leave zyada leti hai… yeh sab. Par asli reason kuch aur lagta hai.”
“Asli reason kya?”
“Mujhe lagta hai woh Menaka memsaab, jisne humein us raat pakda tha, logon ko bata rahi hai hamare baare mein.”
“Kya bakwas!”
“Yaad nahi tujhe kitni gusse mein thi? Aur jab guzarti hai toh kaise dekhati hai humein. Pakka woh nosy bitch ghum-ghum ke sabko bata rahi hogi.”
“Maine usse baat ki thi.
Usne promise kiya tha ki chup rahegi.”
“Phir bata kaise ek hi din mein do jobs chhoot gaye. Ek toh samajh bhi aata.”
“Hmmm…” Dara ne apni daadhi pe haath pherte hue socha.
Main camera pe dekh raha tha aur samajh gaya Vimla ki baat mein dum hai. Main khud dekh chuka tha Menaka kitni jealous thi Vimla se. Kitni possessive ho chuki thi Dara ke baare mein, chahe woh khud bhi usse cheat kar rahi ho. Bilkul possible tha ki usne hi Vimla ke dono jobs nikalwane mein haath daala ho.
“Ab mujhe dusre ghar dhoondne padenge. Agar door ke buildings mein mile toh tujhe milna bhi mushkil ho jayega.” Vimla ne pout kiya.
“Tu tension mat le. Main is situation ko theek karunga.” Dara bola.
“Hahh!” Vimla ne hans ke udaya. “Tu kya karega? Usne toh humein rangey haath pakda tha. Agar usne doosri ladies ko bata diya toh woh wapas hire nahi karengi. Aur building mein baaki log bhi jaante honge. Teri naukri bhi khatre mein pad sakti hai. Society ko aisa watchman nahi chahiye hoga jo roof pe auraton ko chodta ho.”
“Maine kaha na, mujhpe chhod.” Dara ne awaaz mein thoda force daala. “Ab important cheez pe aate hain…”
Usne Vimla ko water tank ki taraf dhakka diya aur usko jhukaya, jeans ka zipper kholte hue. Purana gurkha ne apna lund bahar nikaala jo already hard hone laga tha. Vimla ne kurta upar kiya aur salwar ka nada khol diya.
Uske neeche panty nahi thi – uski chhoti si almost flat brown gaand nangi ho gayi.
“Ohhh… kitna miss kiya isko!” Vimla ne sigh kiya jab Dara ne uski kamar pakad ke seedha andar daal diya.
“Main bhi…” Dara bola aur deep hard strokes se pelne laga.
Par uske dimaag mein ab Menaka ghoom rahi thi.
Woh jhatke maarte hue soch raha tha – kal subah Menaka se milunga. Usse clearly bolunga ki Vimla ke jobs wapas karwa, nahi toh building mein sabko bata dunga ki memsaab kitni randi ban chuki hai. Aur uske baad… usko phir se chodunga.
Uske dimaag mein Menaka ki yaadein ghoomne lagi – uski badi soft gaand, uski tight geeli chut, uski cheekhein jab woh jhadti thi. “DARAAAA… MAIN AA RAHI HOON…”
Dara ka lund aur hard ho gaya. Usne Vimla ki kamar aur zor se pakdi aur speed badha di.
“Haan… aise hi… zor se…” Vimla moan kar rahi thi, par Dara ab usko dekh bhi nahi raha tha. Uske aankhon ke saamne Menaka thi – sofa pe ghodi bani hui, living room mein, shack mein bent over, cum uski thighs pe tapakte hue.
Woh soch raha tha kal ka plan:
Subah Ayan college jaayega. Main seedha apartment mein ghusunga. Menaka ko kitchen mein pakadunga, peeche se hug karke uski chut ragdungga. “Kal raat Vimla bol rahi thi tu uske jobs nikalwa rahi hai… ab tu theek kar, nahi toh…” Phir usko counter pe jhukaa ke peeche se chodunga, gaand pe thappad maarte hue. “Boli na tu meri randi hai… ab prove kar.” Aur uske baad usse force karunga ki woh doosri memsaabon se baat kare aur Vimla ke jobs wapas karwaye.
Itna sochte hue Dara ka control khatam hone laga. Usne Vimla ko aur jhukaya, lund poora andar tak daalte hue tez tez pela.
“Ufff… Dara… aaj bohot hard hai tera…” Vimla cheekh rahi thi.
Par Dara ke munh se nikal gaya – “Menaka… teri chut…”
Vimla ne sun liya. “Kya bola?”
Dara ne uska muh dabaya aur aur zor se pelne laga, ab bilkul Menaka ko soch soch ke. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ki nangi body, uske swollen nipples, uski cum-bhari chut… sab aa raha tha.
Woh jhadne wala tha. Usne last ke kuch dhakke Menaka ke naam pe maare – “Kal… tujhe… phir… chodunga… memsaab…” aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya, garam maal Vimla ki chut mein bharte hue.
Vimla bhi jhad gayi, par uske chehre pe thodi suspicion thi.
Dara ne lund nikala, jeans uthayi aur bola, “Kal subah main Menaka se milunga. Tere jobs wapas karwaunga. Tension mat le.”
Phir usne water tank ke peeche se nikalte hue socha – kal sirf jobs nahi… usko phir se apni randi banaunga. 4 baar nahi, aaj se roz.
Aur main hotel room mein screen pe yeh sab dekh raha tha, lund full hard, jaan ke ki kal meri biwi phir se is saale ke lund ke neeche tadpegi.
Kal subah 8:30 baje ke aas-paas.
Ayan college bus mein baith chuka tha. Building ke gate se bus nikalte hi Dara ne apni duty shirt ke buttons dheele kiye, chest thoda khula rakha, aur seedha elevator se upar chala gaya. Uske paas building ka master key tha – watchman hone ka faayda.
Apartment ka darwaza quietly khola. Andar silence thi. Kitchen se halki awaaz aa rahi thi – Menaka chai bana rahi thi, pink cotton nighty pehne hue. Nighty uske body pe chipki hui thi – boobs ke shape clear, nipples thode se ubhre hue, gaand ka gol hissa nighty ke peeche se clearly dikh raha tha.
Dara ne quietly peeche se approach kiya. Ek dum se dono haath uski kamar pe rakhe aur peeche se chipak gaya.
Menaka jhatke se kaampi. “Ahh! Kaun…?!”
Usne mud ke dekha toh chehra peela pad gaya. “Dara…! Tu yahan kaise… Ayan abhi abhi gaya hai… nikal yahan se!”
Dara ne usko force se counter pe daba diya, peeche se uski nighty upar uthayi. “Chup kar. Aaj teri wajah se Vimla ke dono jobs chhoot gaye. Tu hi toh bata rahi thi doosri memsaabon ko, hai na?”
Menaka ki saans tez ho gayi. “Main… main nahi… maine kuch nahi bola…”
“Jhooth mat bol.” Dara ne uski panty side ki aur ungli seedha uski chut pe ragdi. Woh already thodi geeli thi. “Dekh, kitni ready hai teri chut. Subah subah yaad aa gayi meri?”
“Nahi… mat kar… please…” Menaka ne protest kiya par uski awaaz mein force nahi tha.
Dara ne apna lund bahar nikaala – pehle se hi hard. Usne topa uski chut pe ragda, phir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar thok diya.
“AHHHH…!” Menaka ki cheekh kitchen mein goonj gayi.
Dara ne uska muh ek haath se dabaaya. “Chup… warna poori building sun legi ki memsaab kitni randi hai.”
Woh tez tez pelne laga – thap-thap-thap… har dhakke mein poora lund andar tak. Menaka ka body hil raha tha, boobs counter pe dabaaye hue, nighty ab kamar tak upar.
“Kal raat Vimla bol rahi thi tu uske jobs nikalwa rahi hai,” Dara ne uske kaan mein garam saans lete hue bola. “Aaj tu un memsaabon se baat karegi aur uske jobs wapas karwayegi. Samjhi?”
“Haan… haan… bas dheere…” Menaka moan kar rahi thi.
Dara ne uske baal pakde aur peeche kheench liya. “Dheere nahi. Aaj full force. Kal se tera naam leke jhad raha tha main. Ab dekh kaise chodta hoon tujhe.”
Usne position change ki. Menaka ko ulta kiya, uski ek taang upar uthaayi aur standing mein hi zor zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe uski gaand pe thappad pad raha tha – laal laal nishaan.
“Bol… kiski randi hai tu?”
“Teri… teri randi…” Menaka ki awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Kitni baar chodi maine tujhe?”
“Chaar… aaj paanchvi…”
Dara hans pada. “Aaj se roz. Roz subah Ayan jaayega, main aayunga. Aur raat ko bhi jab mann karega.”
Usne speed aur badha di. Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya – jism akad gaya, chut ne lund ko zor se jakad liya, paani nikalne laga.
“DARAAAA… AA RAHI HOON…”
Dara ne usko neeche zameen pe litaya, pair failaye aur missionary mein full weight daal ke pelne laga. Nipples ko choos raha tha, kaat raha tha.
“Ab bol, Vimla ke jobs wapas karwayegi?”
“Haan… karwaungi… please… andar hi jhad…”
Dara ne last ke dhakke aur deep maare aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya – garam garam maal ki pichkariyan uski chut mein. Menaka bhi saath mein jhad gayi, aankhein band, muh khula, pure body mein spasms.
Dono kuch seconds ke liye wahi pade rahe. Dara ka lund abhi bhi uske andar tha, dheere dheere nikal raha tha, saath mein cum ki thick dhariyan thighs pe gir rahi thi.
Usne uthte hue bola, “Aaj shaam tak un memsaabon se baat kar lena. Nahi kiya toh kal main building ke har floor pe chillake bataunga ki tu kitni badi randi hai.”
Menaka ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya, abhi bhi saans phooli hui.
Dara ne apna lund uske muh ke paas laaya. “Saaf kar.”
Menaka ne aankhein uthaayi, phir dheere se apni jeebh se uska lund saaf kiya – apna hi cum chaat te hue.
Dara ne uske baal sehliye. “Achhi ladki. Ab jaake nahaa le. Aur yaad rakh – tu ab meri hai.”
Woh door se nikal gaya, bilkul normal face leke, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Menaka zameen pe hi leti rahi, nighty upar, legs faili hui, chut se cum tapak raha tha… aur uske chehre pe guilt + satisfaction ka ajeeb sa mix.
Hotel room mein Prakash screen pe yeh sab dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe, dil mein jealousy aur horniness ka toofan.
Thode hi ghante baad finally kuch hua. Roof feed pe movement dikhi. Maid Vimla andar aayi. Main usko pehle bhi do-teen baar dekh chuka tha, par is baar jaan ke ki woh meri biwi ki sexual rival hai, maine usko dhyan se ghoora.
Woh petite thi, barely five feet, dusky complexion. Chest se lag raha tha boobs bade nahi hain. Cute innocent face, par ab uspe annoyed expression tha. Woh idhar-udhar ghoom rahi thi, clearly Dara ka wait kar rahi.
Das minute baad banda aa gaya. Usne roof ka darwaza peeche se bolt kiya aur water tank ke peeche unke usual spot pe chala gaya. Usne Vimla ko hug kiya, par usne jhatak diya.
“Kahan tha itni der?” Vimla ne irritated awaaz mein poocha.
“Abhi toh aa gaya.” Dara ne uska kurta upar uthana shuru kiya, par Vimla ne haath se thappad maara.
“Ruk. Pehle baat karni hai.”
“Baat bhi kar lenge aur chodenge bhi. Time nahi hai zyada.”
“NAHI!” usne zor se bola.
Dara ke chehre pe ek second ke liye gussa flash hua, par usne control kar liya.
“Theek hai, bol kya hai.”
“In dino tera kya scene hai? Lagta hai mujhe avoid kar raha hai. Aur har baar jhalla ke baat karta hai.”
“Yahi baat karni thi kya?” Dara thoda annoyed laga.
“Nahi… main… aaj building ke dono jobs chhoot gaye.”
“Kya? Kaise?”
“Pata nahi. Dono memsaabon ne ek ke baad ek bola ki ab dusri maid dhoondengi. Late aati hai, leave zyada leti hai… yeh sab. Par asli reason kuch aur lagta hai.”
“Asli reason kya?”
“Mujhe lagta hai woh Menaka memsaab, jisne humein us raat pakda tha, logon ko bata rahi hai hamare baare mein.”
“Kya bakwas!”
“Yaad nahi tujhe kitni gusse mein thi? Aur jab guzarti hai toh kaise dekhati hai humein. Pakka woh nosy bitch ghum-ghum ke sabko bata rahi hogi.”
“Maine usse baat ki thi.
Usne promise kiya tha ki chup rahegi.”
“Phir bata kaise ek hi din mein do jobs chhoot gaye. Ek toh samajh bhi aata.”
“Hmmm…” Dara ne apni daadhi pe haath pherte hue socha.
Main camera pe dekh raha tha aur samajh gaya Vimla ki baat mein dum hai. Main khud dekh chuka tha Menaka kitni jealous thi Vimla se. Kitni possessive ho chuki thi Dara ke baare mein, chahe woh khud bhi usse cheat kar rahi ho. Bilkul possible tha ki usne hi Vimla ke dono jobs nikalwane mein haath daala ho.
“Ab mujhe dusre ghar dhoondne padenge. Agar door ke buildings mein mile toh tujhe milna bhi mushkil ho jayega.” Vimla ne pout kiya.
“Tu tension mat le. Main is situation ko theek karunga.” Dara bola.
“Hahh!” Vimla ne hans ke udaya. “Tu kya karega? Usne toh humein rangey haath pakda tha. Agar usne doosri ladies ko bata diya toh woh wapas hire nahi karengi. Aur building mein baaki log bhi jaante honge. Teri naukri bhi khatre mein pad sakti hai. Society ko aisa watchman nahi chahiye hoga jo roof pe auraton ko chodta ho.”
“Maine kaha na, mujhpe chhod.” Dara ne awaaz mein thoda force daala. “Ab important cheez pe aate hain…”
Usne Vimla ko water tank ki taraf dhakka diya aur usko jhukaya, jeans ka zipper kholte hue. Purana gurkha ne apna lund bahar nikaala jo already hard hone laga tha. Vimla ne kurta upar kiya aur salwar ka nada khol diya.
Uske neeche panty nahi thi – uski chhoti si almost flat brown gaand nangi ho gayi.
“Ohhh… kitna miss kiya isko!” Vimla ne sigh kiya jab Dara ne uski kamar pakad ke seedha andar daal diya.
“Main bhi…” Dara bola aur deep hard strokes se pelne laga.
Par uske dimaag mein ab Menaka ghoom rahi thi.
Woh jhatke maarte hue soch raha tha – kal subah Menaka se milunga. Usse clearly bolunga ki Vimla ke jobs wapas karwa, nahi toh building mein sabko bata dunga ki memsaab kitni randi ban chuki hai. Aur uske baad… usko phir se chodunga.
Uske dimaag mein Menaka ki yaadein ghoomne lagi – uski badi soft gaand, uski tight geeli chut, uski cheekhein jab woh jhadti thi. “DARAAAA… MAIN AA RAHI HOON…”
Dara ka lund aur hard ho gaya. Usne Vimla ki kamar aur zor se pakdi aur speed badha di.
“Haan… aise hi… zor se…” Vimla moan kar rahi thi, par Dara ab usko dekh bhi nahi raha tha. Uske aankhon ke saamne Menaka thi – sofa pe ghodi bani hui, living room mein, shack mein bent over, cum uski thighs pe tapakte hue.
Woh soch raha tha kal ka plan:
Subah Ayan college jaayega. Main seedha apartment mein ghusunga. Menaka ko kitchen mein pakadunga, peeche se hug karke uski chut ragdungga. “Kal raat Vimla bol rahi thi tu uske jobs nikalwa rahi hai… ab tu theek kar, nahi toh…” Phir usko counter pe jhukaa ke peeche se chodunga, gaand pe thappad maarte hue. “Boli na tu meri randi hai… ab prove kar.” Aur uske baad usse force karunga ki woh doosri memsaabon se baat kare aur Vimla ke jobs wapas karwaye.
Itna sochte hue Dara ka control khatam hone laga. Usne Vimla ko aur jhukaya, lund poora andar tak daalte hue tez tez pela.
“Ufff… Dara… aaj bohot hard hai tera…” Vimla cheekh rahi thi.
Par Dara ke munh se nikal gaya – “Menaka… teri chut…”
Vimla ne sun liya. “Kya bola?”
Dara ne uska muh dabaya aur aur zor se pelne laga, ab bilkul Menaka ko soch soch ke. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ki nangi body, uske swollen nipples, uski cum-bhari chut… sab aa raha tha.
Woh jhadne wala tha. Usne last ke kuch dhakke Menaka ke naam pe maare – “Kal… tujhe… phir… chodunga… memsaab…” aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya, garam maal Vimla ki chut mein bharte hue.
Vimla bhi jhad gayi, par uske chehre pe thodi suspicion thi.
Dara ne lund nikala, jeans uthayi aur bola, “Kal subah main Menaka se milunga. Tere jobs wapas karwaunga. Tension mat le.”
Phir usne water tank ke peeche se nikalte hue socha – kal sirf jobs nahi… usko phir se apni randi banaunga. 4 baar nahi, aaj se roz.
Aur main hotel room mein screen pe yeh sab dekh raha tha, lund full hard, jaan ke ki kal meri biwi phir se is saale ke lund ke neeche tadpegi.
Kal subah 8:30 baje ke aas-paas.
Ayan college bus mein baith chuka tha. Building ke gate se bus nikalte hi Dara ne apni duty shirt ke buttons dheele kiye, chest thoda khula rakha, aur seedha elevator se upar chala gaya. Uske paas building ka master key tha – watchman hone ka faayda.
Apartment ka darwaza quietly khola. Andar silence thi. Kitchen se halki awaaz aa rahi thi – Menaka chai bana rahi thi, pink cotton nighty pehne hue. Nighty uske body pe chipki hui thi – boobs ke shape clear, nipples thode se ubhre hue, gaand ka gol hissa nighty ke peeche se clearly dikh raha tha.
Dara ne quietly peeche se approach kiya. Ek dum se dono haath uski kamar pe rakhe aur peeche se chipak gaya.
Menaka jhatke se kaampi. “Ahh! Kaun…?!”
Usne mud ke dekha toh chehra peela pad gaya. “Dara…! Tu yahan kaise… Ayan abhi abhi gaya hai… nikal yahan se!”
Dara ne usko force se counter pe daba diya, peeche se uski nighty upar uthayi. “Chup kar. Aaj teri wajah se Vimla ke dono jobs chhoot gaye. Tu hi toh bata rahi thi doosri memsaabon ko, hai na?”
Menaka ki saans tez ho gayi. “Main… main nahi… maine kuch nahi bola…”
“Jhooth mat bol.” Dara ne uski panty side ki aur ungli seedha uski chut pe ragdi. Woh already thodi geeli thi. “Dekh, kitni ready hai teri chut. Subah subah yaad aa gayi meri?”
“Nahi… mat kar… please…” Menaka ne protest kiya par uski awaaz mein force nahi tha.
Dara ne apna lund bahar nikaala – pehle se hi hard. Usne topa uski chut pe ragda, phir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar thok diya.
“AHHHH…!” Menaka ki cheekh kitchen mein goonj gayi.
Dara ne uska muh ek haath se dabaaya. “Chup… warna poori building sun legi ki memsaab kitni randi hai.”
Woh tez tez pelne laga – thap-thap-thap… har dhakke mein poora lund andar tak. Menaka ka body hil raha tha, boobs counter pe dabaaye hue, nighty ab kamar tak upar.
“Kal raat Vimla bol rahi thi tu uske jobs nikalwa rahi hai,” Dara ne uske kaan mein garam saans lete hue bola. “Aaj tu un memsaabon se baat karegi aur uske jobs wapas karwayegi. Samjhi?”
“Haan… haan… bas dheere…” Menaka moan kar rahi thi.
Dara ne uske baal pakde aur peeche kheench liya. “Dheere nahi. Aaj full force. Kal se tera naam leke jhad raha tha main. Ab dekh kaise chodta hoon tujhe.”
Usne position change ki. Menaka ko ulta kiya, uski ek taang upar uthaayi aur standing mein hi zor zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe uski gaand pe thappad pad raha tha – laal laal nishaan.
“Bol… kiski randi hai tu?”
“Teri… teri randi…” Menaka ki awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Kitni baar chodi maine tujhe?”
“Chaar… aaj paanchvi…”
Dara hans pada. “Aaj se roz. Roz subah Ayan jaayega, main aayunga. Aur raat ko bhi jab mann karega.”
Usne speed aur badha di. Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya – jism akad gaya, chut ne lund ko zor se jakad liya, paani nikalne laga.
“DARAAAA… AA RAHI HOON…”
Dara ne usko neeche zameen pe litaya, pair failaye aur missionary mein full weight daal ke pelne laga. Nipples ko choos raha tha, kaat raha tha.
“Ab bol, Vimla ke jobs wapas karwayegi?”
“Haan… karwaungi… please… andar hi jhad…”
Dara ne last ke dhakke aur deep maare aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya – garam garam maal ki pichkariyan uski chut mein. Menaka bhi saath mein jhad gayi, aankhein band, muh khula, pure body mein spasms.
Dono kuch seconds ke liye wahi pade rahe. Dara ka lund abhi bhi uske andar tha, dheere dheere nikal raha tha, saath mein cum ki thick dhariyan thighs pe gir rahi thi.
Usne uthte hue bola, “Aaj shaam tak un memsaabon se baat kar lena. Nahi kiya toh kal main building ke har floor pe chillake bataunga ki tu kitni badi randi hai.”
Menaka ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya, abhi bhi saans phooli hui.
Dara ne apna lund uske muh ke paas laaya. “Saaf kar.”
Menaka ne aankhein uthaayi, phir dheere se apni jeebh se uska lund saaf kiya – apna hi cum chaat te hue.
Dara ne uske baal sehliye. “Achhi ladki. Ab jaake nahaa le. Aur yaad rakh – tu ab meri hai.”
Woh door se nikal gaya, bilkul normal face leke, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Menaka zameen pe hi leti rahi, nighty upar, legs faili hui, chut se cum tapak raha tha… aur uske chehre pe guilt + satisfaction ka ajeeb sa mix.
Hotel room mein Prakash screen pe yeh sab dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe, dil mein jealousy aur horniness ka toofan.
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