Misc. Erotica Ek Sanskari Aurat Sikhar Bani Ek Haramzade Janwar Ki

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Ye kahaani poori tarah se kalpanik hai aur sirf manoranjan ke uddeshya se likhi gayi hai. Isme varnit saare patra, sthaan, ghatnayein aur paristhitiyaan lekhak ki kalpanik srijan ka hissa hain. Kisi bhi jeevit ya mrit vyakti, parivaar, sthaan ya ghatna se iski koi bhi samanta matra ek sanyog hai aur isse kisi bhi prakaar ka sambandh nahi maana jaana chahiye. Is kahaani mein varnit kuch vichaar, bhaashaa aur paristhitiyaan adult, taboo aur provocative prakriti ke hain jo keval vyask (18+ umar) paathakon ke liye hain. Ye kisi bhi dharm, jaati, samudaay ya vyaktigat jeevan ke prati koi apmaan ya galat sandesh nahi deta. Paathak apne vivad se padhein aur yaad rakhein ki ye sirf ek kalpanik erotic saga hai – vastavikta se iska koi sambandh nahi hai.

 

 

 

“Ek Sanskari Aurat Sikhar Bani Ek Haramzade Janwar Ki”
(ab shuru hoti hai kahaani…)

 

Introduction

Ek elite class ki party thi sahar ke sabse bade five-star hotel ke grand ballroom mein. Crystal chandeliers se golden-amber light baras rahi thi, itni dim ki har chehre pe ek sulagti hui chamak pad rahi thi, jaise har insaan ke andar ki hawas ko expose kar rahi ho. Slow, sensual jazz music baj raha tha, saxophone ki woh gehri, garam, moaning jaisi awaaz dil ke andar tak utar rahi thi, jaise koi aurat siskariyan le rahi ho. Hawaa mein oudh, musk, expensive French perfumes aur chilled champagne ki madhosh khushboo itni thick thi ki har saans ke saath jism mein current sa daud raha tha, har insaan ke andar ek ajeeb si bechaini jaga rahi thi. Yahan politicians, top bureaucrats, businessmen aur old-money wale log jama the. Mard Italian suits mein the, auratein designer gowns ya heavy sarees mein, lekin aaj ki raat poora ballroom ek hi aurat ke gird ghum raha tha. Har nazar, har saans, har dil ki dhadkan usi ke naam.

 

Rajsekhar Chouhan, 45 saal ke ek powerful, ruthless Bada officer, apne signature commanding presence ke saath khade the. Unka rutba itna tha ki log unke saamne nazar jhuka kar baat karte the. Lekin aaj unki aankhon mein ek alag si bechaini thi, wo baar baar apni biwi Ambika ko dekhte, jaise wo uski sundarta ko possess karna chahte ho, lekin saath hi ek gehra dar bhi tha ki kahin koi aur uski biwi ko haath na laga de. Unke chehre pe ek possessive gussa sulag raha tha – jaise Ambika sirf unki hai, unki property, unki ijjat ka pratik, aur agar koi aur uski taraf dekhe bhi to wo us mard ko barbaad kar de. Har baar jab koi mard Ambika ko ghoorta, Rajsekhar ka chehra sakht ho jaata, muththi bandh jaati, aur andar se ek jalne wali aag uthti jo usko paagal bana rahi thi. Wo soch raha tha, "Ye meri biwi hai, meri Ambika, ye stan, ye gaand, ye hoth – sab mera hai, koi chhuega to maar daalunga." Lekin ye jealousy itni intense thi ki usko khud mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska lauda bhi tan raha tha us dar aur possession ke mix se.

 

Ambika Chouhan. 43 saal ki. Ek aisi aurat jiski ek jhalak se mard ka lauda tan jaata tha aur dil behosh hone ko hota tha. Uska chehra bilkul devlok ki apsara ka, flawless ivory-glowing skin jo light mein chamak rahi thi. Badi badi kaali aankhen, itni gehri ki jaise koi andhera kuan ho jisme doob jaane ka mann kare, aankhon mein masoomiyat thi lekin saath hi ek chhupi hui sulagti hui hawas jo door se hi mardon ko paagal bana rahi thi. Lambe silky kaale baal khule chhode hue, kamar se neeche tak latak rahe the, har hilore mein ek madak khushboo chhodte hue, jaise koi mard un baalon mein muh chhupa kar soonghe. Hoth rasile, plump, gulabi, thodi si lip gloss ki chamak ke saath, jaise choomne, choosne, kaatne ke liye bane ho, unpe halki si smile jo mardon ko seedha unke laude tak current bhej rahi thi.

Figure? Qayamat-e-doosra. 36D-28-40 ka hourglass jo dekh kar kisi ka bhi muh khula reh jaaye. Bade bade heavy stan, gore, mulayam, bilkul rasile, tight low-cut deep red silk blouse mein qaid the lekin qaid se bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the. Nipples excitement aur thandi hawa se pehle se hi sakht ho chuke the, thin silk ke through clearly pointy dikhai de rahe the, jaise wo khud chillaa rahe ho “pakdo mujhe, chooso mujhe”. Cleavage itna gehra, creamy aur inviting ki mangalsutra uske beech mein doob kar bhi poora nazar aa raha tha, jaise wo cleavage ko aur erotic bana raha ho. Kamar itni patli, chikni, jaise haath daalo to fisal jaaye, blouse ke neeche se thodi si skin dikhti jo mardon ko deewana bana rahi thi. Aur hips… oh god… bhari, gol, juicy, itne heavy ki heavy red silk saree mein bhi poori tarah chhup nahi paa rahe the. Har kadam pe gaand itni sensuously, itni rhythmically matak rahi thi ki ballroom mein khade har mard ki saans ruk jaati thi. Saree ka pallu thoda low tha, har saans mein stan hilte hue pallu ko aur neeche khisakne ko tadpa rahe the, jaise abhi pallu gir jaaye aur wo bade bade stan bahar aa jaayen. Jewellery se wo bilkul suhagrat ki dulhan si lag rahi thi, heavy gold jhumke kaanon se latak kar har harkat pe hil rahe the aur gale ke gorepan ko aur ubhar rahe the, thick necklace cleavage mein doob rahi thi, bangles haathon mein khanak khanak kar ek madak music paida kar rahi thi, sindoor maang mein laal laal jal raha tha, bindi chehre ko aur glow de rahi thi. Wo chal rahi thi to jaise poora ballroom uske saath saath thumak raha tha, hips left-right sway karte hue, gaand matakti hui, stan thoda thoda bounce karte hue, pallu thoda thoda neeche sarakta hua.

 

Vikram Chouhan, 21 saal ka jawan beta, maa ke bilkul paas paas khada tha, jaise ek bodyguard. Uski aankhon mein maa ke liye pyar tha, lekin saath hi ek possessive, jalne wala gussa bhi, kyuki wo dekh raha tha ki party ke har mard ki nazar maa ke jism pe loot rahi thi. Vikram ka dil jal raha tha – wo soch raha tha, "Ye meri maa hai, meri Ambika maa, ye sundarta sirf humare parivar ki hai, ye mard log kya ghoor rahe hain? Agar koi paas aaya to main usko maar daalunga." Uski jealousy itni intense thi ki uska chehra laal ho raha tha, haath muththi mein bandhe hue the, aur andar se ek ajeeb si bechaini thi, jaise maa ki beauty usko khud possess karne ki ichha jaga rahi ho, lekin wo beta hone ke karan sharm se dab raha tha. Har baar jab koi mard maa ki taraf dekhta, Vikram ka gussa badh jaata, usko mehsoos hota ki maa ki ye gaand, ye stan, ye hoth – sab uske protection ke laayak hain, aur koi chhuega to wo barbaad ho jaayega.

 

Hawaa mein erotic tension itni thick, itni garam thi ki jaise chhune se aag lag jaaye. Har mard ke dimaag mein ek hi khayal, kaash ek baar ye heavy saree utar jaaye, kaash ye mangalsutra haath mein aa jaaye, kaash ye sindoor wali maang kiss karne ko mile, kaash ye gaand pakad kar noch sake, kaash ye stan muh mein bhar sake.

Ambika jaanti thi sabki nazar uspe hai. Uski saansein thodi tez thi, cheeks pe halki si natural blush, nipples aur sakht ho rahe the, chut mein halki si garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi wo garam nazron se. Wo sanskari biwi ban kar muskura rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein bhi ek chhupi hui bechaini thi, jaise uska jism bhi mehsoos kar raha tha wo saari nazrein jo uske stanon ko chhed rahi thi, uski gaand ko noch rahi thi. Party abhi shuru hi hui thi… lekin ballroom mein ek khatarnak, garam, uncontrollable sexual tension ban chuka tha. Jaise koi janwar abhi cage se bahar nikalne wala ho.

 

Rajsekhar ko pehechane

Rajsekhar Chouhan, 45 saal ka, ek aisa aadmi tha jo bilkul mitti se nikal kar shehar ke sabse oonche mahal tak pahuncha tha – koi godfather nahi, koi baap ka naam nahi, sirf apni kadi mehnat, tez dimaag aur woh ruthless ambition jo uske khoon mein ubaal rahi thi. Uska janm ek chhote se Rajasthani gaon mein hua tha, ek gareeb Rajput parivar mein jahaan baap college teacher the aur maa roz ki mazdoori kar ke ghar chalati thi. Bacpan mein hi usne woh zalim sach dekh liya tha – gaon ke bade zamindar log unke parivar ko chhota samajh kar thukte the, unki maa ko gandi nazar se dekhte the, unki behen ko chedte the. Usi pal se uske dil mein ek aag jal uthi: main itna upar pahunchunga ki ye duniya meri muththi mein hogi, meri ijjat par koi ungli na utha sake, aur jo meri hai – khas kar meri aurat – wo sirf aur sirf meri rahegi, kisi aur ki nazar bhi us par na pade.

Padhai mein woh hamesha topper raha, raat raat bhar jaag kar padhta, gaon ki dim kerosene lamp ki roshni mein apne sapne bunta. UPSC clear kiya pehli hi attempt mein, aur direct IAS mein select hua – wo din uski zindagi ka sabse bada jeet ka pal tha, jaise woh gaon ki dhool se nikal kar power ke singhasan par baith gaya. Posting mili, phir apne kaam se, files ko apne hisaab se ghumata, politics ke khel ko samajh kar, dushmanon ko crush karta, dheere dheere upar chadhta gaya. Aaj wo top administration mein tha – ek aisa officer jiska naam sunte hi ministers ka chehra safed pad jaata tha, files rok sakta tha, crore ki deals pass ya fail kar sakta tha. Bahar se honest image wala tha, lekin andar se jaanta tha ki system mein rehne ke liye kuch compromises karne padte hain – woh ruthless tha, apni ijjat aur power ko sabse upar rakhta tha.

 

 

 

Shaadi Ambika se hui thi jab wo 28 ka tha aur Ambika 21 ki – Ambika us waqt college ki sabse sundar, sanskari ladki thi, uski killer figure, apsara jaisa chehra, bade rasile stan, bhari gaand aur woh tight, gili chut dekh kar Rajsekhar pehli nazar mein hi pagal ho gaya tha. Usne socha tha ki Ambika jaisi trophy wife milegi to uski ijjat aur rutba chand guna badh jaayega, duniya dekhegi ki Rajsekhar Chouhan ke paas sabse sundar, sabse garam aurat hai. Ambika ko possess karne ka usko ek wild, intense nasha tha – wo uski sundarta par garv karta tha, jaise wo uski sabse badi jeet ho, uski power ki nishani ho.

Har raat jab wo Ambika ko chodta tha, usko mehsoos hota tha ki wo is duniya ka sabse zyada khushnaseeb, sabse powerful mard hai. Ambika ko bed pe patak kar, uski heavy saree ko dheere dheere utarte hue, uski tight blouse ke hooks kholte hue, jab wo bade bade gore stan bahar nikal aate – mulayam, rasile, pink nipples wale – Rajsekhar unko muh mein bhar leta, zor se choosta, nipples daant se kaat kar laal karta, aur sochta, “Ye stan sirf mere hain, ye chut sirf meri hai, main is duniya ka king hoon jo Ambika jaisi aurat ko har raat pel sakta hoon.” Phir uski petticoat utaar kar, kachhi faad kar, jab wo Ambika ki hari bhari, tight chut dekhta – pink lips, thode baal, gili excitement se – uska lauda aur sakht ho jaata. Wo apna lauda chut pe ragadta, pre-cum se gila karta, phir ek zor ka dhakka maarta – poora andar, ragad ragad ke pelte hue – Ambika ki aaahen sunta, uski hips hilti hui mehsoos karta, aur andar se garv se phool jaata: “Ye chut sirf meri hai, ye gili, garam chut sirf mera lauda le sakti hai. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb mard hoon jise Ambika ki chut mili – ye sundar jism, ye rasili chut, ye sanskari aurat sirf meri property hai.” Wo missionary mein zor zor se dhakke maarta, stan nochta, gaand pe thappad maarta, Ambika ko “Le meri rani, mera lauda le” bolta, aur virya uski chut mein chhodte hue sochta ki ye uski ultimate jeet hai – Ambika ki chut mein apna maal bharna, usko pregnant karna, usko apni rakhail bana kar rakhna – ye sab uski power aur pride ki nishani thi.

Vikram unka eklauta beta tha – 21 saal ka, jawan, maa pe jaata tha figure mein lekin baap ki tarah ambitious aur possessive. Rajsekhar ne Vikram ko bhi strict tarike se pala tha – padhai, discipline, parivar ki ijjat sabse upar – usko sikhaya tha ki aurat ki ijjat parivaar ki ijjat hoti hai, isliye Ambika ko protect karna un dono ka farz tha. Rajsekhar ko lagta tha ki Vikram bhi uski tarah Ambika ki sundarta par garv karega, usko apni maa ki tarah possess karega.

Vikram ko pehchane

Vikram Chouhan, 21 saal ka, ek jawan, disciplined aur ambitious ladka tha jo apne baap Rajsekhar ki tarah hi bana tha – ijjat, parivar aur power ko sabse upar rakhne wala. Wo Rajsekhar ka eklauta beta tha, unki aankhon ka taara, unki legacy ka vaaris. Bacpan se hi Vikram ne dekha tha ki uska baap gaon ki dhool se nikal kar top IAS officer bana, log uske saamne jhukte hain, aur sabse badi baat – uski maa Ambika kitni sundar, kitni sanskari, kitni perfect hai.

 

college se hi Vikram ko ehsaas tha ki uski maa alag hai. Class ke ladke, teachers, relatives – sab maa ki tareef karte the. “Teri maa to bilkul heroine lagti hai, Vikram.” Wo baatein sun kar Vikram ko hamesha garv mehsoos hota – ek gehra, intense pride ki uski maa duniya ki sabse sundar aurat hai. Lekin ye pride dheere dheere ek possessive sanskari ehsaas mein badal gaya. Wo sochta, “Meri maa sirf mere papa ki hai. Ye sundarta, ye silky skin, ye madak khushboo, ye bade stan, ye bhari gaand – sab sirf papa ka haq hai. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb beta hoon jiski maa itni sundar, itni garam, itni sanskari hai. Koi dusra ladka aisi maa nahi paa sakta.”

College mein jaakar ye feeling aur gehri ho gayi. Vikram handsome tha, tall, athletic body, girls uske peeche padti thi, lekin uska dil aur dimaag sirf apni maa par centra tha – ek sanskari, parivaar ke prati wafadaar beta ki tarah. Raat ko jab wo akela hota, maa ki yaad aati – unki silky gore skin ki chamak, unki khushboo jo ghar mein mehakti thi, unki heavy saree mein matakti hui gaand, blouse mein ubharte hue bade stan – aur wo imagine karta (kyuki usne kabhi maa ki tight chut nahi dekhi thi, sirf sapnon mein socha tha ki wo kitni pink, kitni gili, kitni perfect hogi). Haath hilate hue wo sochta, “Ye sab sirf mere papa ki hai. Maa ki ye silky skin, ye khushboo, ye tight chut – sab papa ke liye bani hai. Papa har raat maa ko pelte honge, unki chut mein apna lauda daalte honge, aur maa papa ke neeche aaahen bharti hongi. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb beta hoon jiski maa itni sundar, itni garam hai, aur wo sirf mere papa ki hai. Koi dusra ladka aisi maa nahi paa sakta.”

Ye soch uske liye ek sanskari garv thi – maa ki sundarta parivaar ki ijjat thi, aur wo ijjat sirf papa ke paas thi. Wo maa ko protect karta, unke paas paas rehta, kisi ki gandi nazar se bachata, kyuki usko lagta tha ki maa ki ye beauty sirf unke parivaar ke liye hai, sirf papa ke liye hai.

Rajsekhar ne Vikram ko yahi sikhaya tha – parivaar ki ijjat sabse upar, maa ki ijjat parivaar ki ijjat. Vikram usse bhi aage chala gaya tha. Wo maa ko apni parivaar ki trophy samajhta tha, jise sirf papa hi haq se chhoo sakte hain, pel sakte hain.

[Asli lund]

Dam he story me aur maza tab ayega jab Amika chudwgi lund sw

[Mamtaa]

Amazing Start. Pov of Husband and Son is so hot and kinky. Looking forward for next update.

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Ambika Chouhan ko Pehchane:-

Ambika Chouhan, 43 saal ki, ek aisi aurat thi jo paida hote hi sundarta, sanskar aur ek sulagti hui, kabhi na bujhne wali jawani ke garam aanchal mein lapeti hui thi. Uska janm ek traditional, ijjatdar Rajput parivar mein hua tha, baap retired army officer the, strict aur disciplined, maa ghar ki laxmi, hamesha heavy silk saree mein, sindoor maang mein laal kiye, mangalsutra stanon ke beech latakaye rehti thi. Ghar mein har roz puja-path hota, lekin saath hi “aurat ki asli ijjat uski chut ki pakizaagi mein, uski gili garami ko pati ke laude tak mehdood rakhne mein hoti hai” jaise baatein maa dheere dheere kan mein daalti thi.

Bacpan se hi Ambika ka jism alag tha. Uske chehre pe woh madak, rasila glow tha, badi badi kaali aankhen jo masoom lagti thi lekin andar se ek chhupi hui, tadapti hui hawas ki aag sulagti thi. Lambe silky kaale baal jo kamar se neeche tak latakte, rasile gulabi hoth jo choomne aur choosne ke liye bane lagte the. college mein hi uske stan ubharne lage the, blouse mein mulayam pahadiyaan si dikhti thi, nipples hamesha thodi si sakht rehti thi thandi hawa se. Ladke uski taraf dekhte hi reh jaate, uski matakti hui gaand ko ghoorte, lekin Ambika hamesha nazar jhuka kar chalti. Uski maa ne usko sakht tarike se pala, “Beta, aurat ka jism pati ke liye hai. Teri chut, tere stan, teri gaand, sab sirf tere pati ke haath chhoo sakte hain. Saree ka pallu hamesha stanon pe rakh, cleavage mat dikha, gaand mat hilaa.” Ambika ne ye sab dil se maana, lekin andar hi andar uska jism sulagta tha. Raat ko jab wo akeli soti, uski ungliyan khud ba khud kachhi ke andar jaati, chut ke garam lips ko alag karti, clitoris ko dheere dheere ragadti, pani nikal aata, aur wo sapne mein sochti, “Ek din mera pati aayega… mota lauda wala… jo meri chut ko phaad dega, mujhe poori tarah se apni randi bana lega.”

College mein bhi wo hamesha heavy saree ya salwar suit pehenti, dupatta stanon pe lapet leti, lekin uski figure itni qayamat thi ki kapde chhupane ke bawajood bade bade stan blouse mein ubhar aate, nipples thin fabric se pointy dikh jaate, kamar patli aur chikni dikhti, hips bhari bhari matakte. Ladke uske peeche padte, uski gaand ko ghoorte, lekin Ambika sharma kar door rehti. Andar se uski jawani tadap rahi thi, chut mein ek permanent garami rehti thi, raat ko sapne mein koi garam haath uske stan nochte, koi mota lauda uski chut mein ragadta mehsoos hota, wo geeli ho kar jaagti.

21 saal ki umar mein uski shaadi Rajsekhar Chouhan se hui. Pehli mulaqat mein hi Rajsekhar uspe pagal ho gaya, Ambika ko bhi uska rutba, strong body, possessive nazar pasand aayi. Usne socha, “Ye pati mujhe har raat pelenge, meri chut ko apne laude se bhar denge.” Suhagrat pe Rajsekhar ne usko berehmi se choda, heavy jewellery pehni hi rakhi, saree utari, blouse faada, stan choose, nipples kaate, chut chaati, phir mota lauda ek dhakke mein andar pela. Ambika cheekhi “Aaaah mar gayi… phat gayi!”, lekin maza mein doob gayi, uski chut pani chhod rahi thi. Us raat ke baad Ambika ne apne aap ko poori tarah se Rajsekhar ke liye samarpit kar diya. Wo hamesha heavy silk saree, deep red sindoor, mangalsutra, bangles pehenti, jaise har din suhagrat ho. Ghar mein perfect sanskari biwi, subah puja, pati ke liye garam nashta, raat ko bistar pe ja kar unki har khwahish poori karti. Rajsekhar usko chodta to Ambika poori tarah se khul jaati, uski aaahen, uski siskariyan, uski gili chut ka pani bed pe tapakta, hips zor zor se hilti, “Rajsekhar ji… aur zor se… aapka lauda bahut mota hai…” Wo sochti, “Main dhanya hoon jiske pati itne powerful hain, jo mujhe itna zor se pelte hain, meri chut mein apna garam virya chhodte hain, mujhe apni randi banate hain.”

Vikram ke janm ke baad Ambika ki jawani aur khil gayi, stan aur bade, heavy, rasile ho gaye, nipples hamesha sensitive, hips aur bhari, chut aur tight lekin zyada gili rehne lagi. Wo Vikram ko sanskari tarike se paalti, lekin raat ko jab Rajsekhar usko pelte, uski cheekhen dabti taaki Vikram na sun le.

Ambika ko apni sundarta par garv tha, lekin wo garv sanskari tha, wo jaanti thi ki uski ye beauty uske pati ki ijjat badhati hai. Jab log tareef karte, wo sharma kar muskuraati aur sochti, “Ye sab mere pati dev ke liye hai, meri chut, mera jism, meri silky skin, meri gili garam chut, sab unke laude ke liye bani hai, sirf unka virya hi andar le sakti hai.”

Lekin andar hi andar, bahut gehre mein, ek khatarnak sulagti hui aag thi jo kabhi poori tarah bujh nahi paayi. Rajsekhar ka rutba badhta gaya, wo busy ho gaye, raat ko late aate, thake hue sirf ek baar jaldi se chod kar so jaate. Ambika ki jawani poori tarah se shant nahi hoti thi, uski chut mein ek permanent tadap rehti thi, clitoris sensitive ho jaata tha saari ke touch se bhi, raat ko wo akeli let kar ungli se khud ko satisfy karti, do ungliyan andar daal kar ragadti, stan nochti, aur sochti, “Mera pati dev busy hain… lekin mera ye jism kitna garam hai… kitna pani chhodta hai…” Mirror mein apne nange jism ko dekhti, gore heavy stan, pink nipples, hari bhari chut, thode baal wali pink lips, aur sochti, “Meri chut kitni tight aur rasili hai… kya sirf ek pati hi isko poori tarah se thanda kar sakta hai?”

Ye thi Ambika Chouhan, ek sanskari, sundar, sulagti hui, tadapti hui aurat jiski chut ab ek khatarnak, lampat shikaari ki nazar mein ane wali thi, aur uski jawani ek badi aag banne wali thi.

[Lalu Mastan]

Wonderful and absolutely amazing start

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Hawasi Janawar ki Entry

Aman Sahay, 23 saal ka, ek aisa khatarnak, garam-khoon wala jawan shaitan tha jo paida hote hi power, paisa aur pure hawas ke garam bistar pe leta tha, jaise uska lauda pehli saans se hi tan gaya ho un sanskari auraton ki chut ke liye jo heavy saree mein matakti hui gaand aur hilte hue stan dikha kar chalti hain. Uska baap, Suraj Sahay, ek bada Central Minister tha – woh andhera empire jo corruption, muscle power aur darr se khada tha, jisme top officers ki secret files se le kar high-society ki ijjatdar auraton ki nangi, garam tasveerein tak uske paas safe mein band thi, un tasveeron mein wo auratein sindoor lagaye, mangalsutra latkaye, apni chut failaye hui dikhti thi, jaise Aman ke baap ne unki ijjat ko pehle hi loot liya ho. Ghar mein paisa itna beh raha tha ki har khwahish uske kadmon mein aa girti thi – foreign cars, private yachts, bodyguards – lekin Aman ki asli, wild, uncontrollable bhook kuch aur thi: complete domination ki, khas kar un high-class, sanskari auraton ke domination ki jo society ki ijjat ka jhanda leke chalti thi, unki heavy silk saree ko dheere dheere neeche sarakte dekhna, unki patli chikni kamar ko pakad kar unko bed pe patakna, mangalsutra ko pakad kar zor zor se dhakke maarta hua unki cheekhen sunna, sindoor wali maang ko apne garam hothon se chumte hue unki aankhon mein nafrat aur majboori ka mix dekhna, unki tight, hari bhari, gili chut ko apne 10 inch mote, kaale, veins se phooli hui laude se ragad ragad ke phaadna, unki chut ki walls ko stretch karte hue andar tak ghusna, unki bhari gaand pe zor zor se thappad maarta hua laal kar dena, unke rasile hothon mein lauda daal kar “Choos randi, mera maal pee” bolna, aur aakhir mein unki chut ya gaand mein garam garam virya ki dhaar chhod kar unko apne maal se bhar dena – ye sab uske liye oxygen tha, wo nasha jo usko har raat sone nahi deta tha, balki raat bhar lauda hilate hue un auraton ke sapne dekhta, unki gili chut ki khushboo mehsoos karta, unki siskariyan sunta, aur virya chhodte hue sochta ki agla shikaar kaun hogi.

College mein aate hi ye nasha ek junoon, ek puri tarah ka addiction ban gaya, jaise uska lauda hamesha tan kar auraton ki chut dhoondhta rehta. Wahan usne systematically high-class  ladkiyon, professors aur apne doston ki moms ko target kiya – jaise ek predator apne shikaar ko choose karta hai, unki saree ke neeche ki garam chut ko mehsoos karte hue. Uska mantr ek hi tha: jis aurat pe nazar padi, uski chut mein apna lauda daalna hai, uski nafrat ko cheekhon mein badalna hai, phir uski cheekhon ko “Aur zor se Aman, tera mota lauda phaad raha hai mujhe” mein badal dena hai, unki gili chut se pani ki dhaar nikalte dekhna, unki saans tez hote sunna.

Sabse pasandida tarika tha: Pehle apna raw power dikhaana – baap ka naam, paisa, muscular body, aur woh gandi, confident, aankhon mein ghusi hui smile jo auraton ke jism mein bijli daud jaati thi, unki nipples sakht kar deti thi, unki chut mein halka pani aa jaata tha sirf uski nazar se. Phir blackmail ka jaal – fake cases, hidden videos, corruption files – aisa tight kiya jaata ki pati ya parivar ke paas sirf jhukne ka option bachta, aur wo aurat uske samne ghutne tek deti. Auratein jitna zyada resist karti, jitna zyada “Nahin, main sanskari hoon, mera mangalsutra hai, mera sindoor hai, meri chut sirf mere pati ke liye hai” chillati, Aman ka lauda utna hi sakht ho jaata, uska pre-cum pant mein geela kar deta. Wo apne sexual charm aur power ka aisa deadly cocktail banata tha ki koi bhi mahila lambi resist nahi kar paati – shuru mein nafrat bhari nazar se dekhti, phir dar se kaamp jaati, phir uski garam saans mehsoos kar ke uski saans tez ho jaati, chut mein garami daud jaati, nipples sakht ho jaate, kachhi geeli ho jaati, aur aakhir mein pair khud ba khud khul jaate, wo khud bolti “Aman… daal do andar, meri chut teri hai…”

Phir wo unko apne bed pe le jaata aur pure janwar ban kar chodta – bade bade mulayam stan ko dono haathon se nochta, nipples ko muh mein le kar zor se choosta, daant se kaat kar laal kar deta ki wo cheekh uthti “Aaaah dard ho raha hai… aur kaato!”, bhari gol gaand pe zor zor se thappad maarta ki awaaz poore kamre mein goonjti, gaand laal ho jaati, wo sihar uthti aur chut aur gili ho jaati, muh mein mota lauda daal kar gehra tak ghusedta “Choos meri  randi, tera pati ye nahi kar sakta”, chut aur gaand dono mein ragad ragad ke pelta, lauda supada se lips ragadta, clitoris pe ragadta, phir ek zor ka dhakka maarta, andar ki walls stretch karta, zor zor se dhakke maarta ki bed hil jaata, unki saans ruk jaati, unki saans tez ho jaati, unki hips khud hilne lagti “Aaaah Aman… tera lauda bahut mota hai… phaad de meri chut ko… aur zor se…”, pregnant kar deta. Aakhir mein unko aisa addict bana deta ki wo khud uske paas aane lagti – raat ko call karti, “Aman, meri chut geeli ho rahi hai teri yaad mein, aa kar pel mujhe, tera virya chahiye meri chut mein, warna neend nahi aati.”

Jab tak wo 23 ka hua, uska track record 8-10 confirmed conquests ka tha – aur har conquest ek trophy thi: 3 college professors (sab shaadi-shuda, 35-40 ki umar mein bhi killer figure wali, sindoor mangalsutra pehne hue). 2 bade businessmen ki biwiyan. 1 judge ki beti. 1 IAS officer ki behen.

Har baar motive ek hi –  sanskari auraton ki ijjat ko apne laude se lootna, unki family ko lachar, bebas, cuckold bana kar dekhna, aur unko apni permanent rakhail bana dena.

Party mein Aman ko dekh kar sabki saans ruk jaati thi. Rajsekhar Chouhan jaante the – closed circles mein rumors garam the ki Aman ne kitni  maa-bahu ko fasaya hai, kitni ko pregnant kiya hai, unke pati ya bete lachar khade dekh rahe hote hain jab wo unki biwi ya maa ko pel raha hote hain. Rajsekhar ka chehra sakht ho jaata, muththi bandh ho jaati, andar se ek possessive gussa aur dar ka aag sulagti – “Ye haramzada meri Ambika ki taraf dekhega to main usko barbaad kar dunga… lekin kya kar paunga?”

Vikram bhi college ke doston se sab sun chuka tha – Aman ke wild scandals, professors ka secret milna, friends ki moms ka uske farmhouse aana-jaana. Wo usko gusse se dekhta, lekin andar se dar bhi lagta – “Agar iski nazar maa pe padi to maa bach paayegi?”

Sanskari mahilayein party mein Aman ko nafrat bhari, thandi drishti se dekhti thi – jaise wo ek ganda, khatarnak janwar ho jo unki ijjat ko kha jaayega. Lekin andar hi andar, jab wo uske muscular body ko dekhti, uske confident walk ko, uske 10 inch mote laude ki kahaniyan yaad karti, unki chut mein tez lahren uthti thi, nipples blouse ke andar sakht ho kar dard dene lagte, kachhi mein garami se geela pan mehsoos hota. Wo khud se nafrat karti, lekin dil mein ek daravni curiosity hoti – “Agar wo mujhe chhue to kya hoga…? Kya main bhi uski baaki conquests ki tarah uske laude ki gulam ban jaungi…?”

Ye tha Aman Sahay – ek sexually charming, irresistible shaitan jiska charm koi ladki resist nahi kar paati, uski baatein sun kar chut geeli ho jaati, uski touch se jism kaamp uthta, lekin wo sirf unhi ko pelta jo wo pasand karta, unki chut ko apna bana kar unko diwani kar deta, unki nafrat ko maza mein badal kar unki family ki ijjat ko loot deta. 

[The Lumpen]

Awesome update

[obsessed]

Great start. Please apply slow and steady seduction method.

[SweetSonali]

Superb story

[Intruder]

Very good start

[Fima Zaman]

Ekdum ashadaran shuruwat

[Desi Magi]

Really extraordinary update

[Mamtaa]

Ambika Chahuan

[shobhitaits]

nice story pl update next part at the earliest

[studhussain]

Aman ne jab pehli bar Ambika ko dekha

Party ke grand ballroom mein dim amber lights mein jab Aman ne pehli baar Ambika ko dekha, uska pura jism ek bijli ke jhatke se sihar utha. Uska lauda pant ke andar itni tez se tan gaya ki fabric mein dard hone laga, supada laal ho kar pre-cum se geela ho gaya, jaise abhi bahar nikal kar Ambika ki chut mein ghus jaaye.

Wo door khada tha, lekin uski aankhen Ambika pe jam gayi thi – jaise koi bhookha janwar apne sabse rasile, sabse garam shikaar ko dekhta hai, uski saans tez ho gayi, muh sukha gaya, haath apne aap pant pe gaya aur laude ko zor se dabaya.

Pehle uski nazar Ambika ke chehre pe padi – woh apsara jaisa flawless glow, badi badi kaali aankhen jo masoom lagti thi lekin andar se ek sulagti hui, tadapti hui hawas ki aag dikha rahi thi, rasile plump gulabi hoth jo choomne, choosne, kaatne ke liye bane the, thodi si lip gloss ki chamak unpe, jaise wo keh rahe ho “Mere muh mein tera lauda daal”. Aman ne andar se socha, “Ye hoth mere laude ko kitne gehre tak le sakte hain… ye rasile hoth mere supade ko chooste hue kitne garam honge… main iske muh mein itna gehra pelaunga ki ye gag karegi, phir mera virya pee jaayegi.”

Phir nazar neeche sarki – Ambika ki heavy red silk saree mein lapeta hua qayamat-dhaane wala figure. Low-cut blouse itna tight tha ki bade bade gore, heavy stan ubhar ubhar kar bahar aane ko tadap rahe the, nipples excitement se pehle se hi sakht ho kar thin silk se clearly pointy dikh rahe the, jaise wo chillaa rahe ho “Pakdo mujhe, noch mujhe, chooso mujhe zor se”. Cleavage itna gehra, creamy, inviting ki mangalsutra uske beech mein doob raha tha, jaise wo cleavage ko aur madak bana raha ho. Aman ka lauda pant mein pulse karne laga, usne socha, “Ye stan… kitne mulayam, kitne rasile… main inko dono haathon se nochunga, muh mein poora bharunga, nipples ko daant se kaat kaat kar laal kar dunga, choos choos kar doodh nikalne ki koshish karunga… aur ye mangalsutra pakad kar dhakke maarunga jab ye mere neeche sihar sihar kar royegi aur chillayegi ‘Aaaah Aman… aur zor se!’”

Phir nazar aur neeche – Ambika ki patli, chikni kamar jo blouse ke neeche se thodi si skin dikha rahi thi, phir un bhari, gol, juicy hips pe jo saree mein lapet kar bhi chhup nahi paa rahe the. Har kadam pe gaand itni sensuously, itni rhythmically matak rahi thi ki Aman ki saans ruk gayi, uska lauda pant mein itna sakht ho gaya ki dard hone laga, pre-cum ki dhaar nikal aayi. Usne socha, “Ye gaand… kitni bhari, kitni tight, kitni juicy… main isko dono haathon se pakad kar peeche se pelaunga, thappad maarunga ki laal ho jaayegi, awaaz goonjti rahegi thap thap thap, aur ye khud hips peeche karke bolegi ‘Aman… gaand mein daal do… phaad do mujhe!’ Main iski gaand mein bhi pelaunga, itna zor se ki ye roye aur maza le ek saath.” Aman ki saans tez thi, chehra laal, aankhen chhoti ho gayi thi hawas se. Usne glass tight pakda, andar se ek janwar jaisi gurrahat mehsoos ki aur dimag mein ek ke baad ek gandi tasveer banne lagi.

Aman ne turant apna network lagaya or pata kiya iss bala ki khubsurat aurat ke bare me. Fir sochta raha ki ye aurat meri ultimate trophy hai… top officer ki biwi… 43 ki lekin itni jawan, itni garam, itni gili chut wali. Ye sindoor, ye mangalsutra, ye heavy jewellery – sab ke saath chodunga, jewellery ki khanak sunte hue iski chut mein dhakke maarunga. Iski tight, hari bhari chut ko apne mote laude se ragad ragad ke phaadunga… itna zor se pelaunga ki iski chut ki walls stretch ho jayengi, ye cheekhegi “Aaaah mar gayi… tera lauda bahut mota hai… phaad raha hai mujhe!” phir khud hips hilayegi aur bolegi “Aur zor se Aman… meri chut teri hai!” Iski gaand mein bhi pelaunga, muh mein virya chhodaunga, iske stan pe virya maalish karunga. Isko pregnant karunga… mera haramzada iske pet mein ugaunga… aur duniya ko lagega Rajsekhar ka hai. Iske pati aur bete ko lachar kar ke dekhunga jab ye mere bistar pe mere neeche tadapegi, siharegi, royegi, aur bolegi “Aman… I love you… tera lauda mera devta hai… mujhe hamesha pelte raho.” Ye meri permanent rakhail banegi… mall ke bathroom mein god mein utha kar pelaunga, 5-star hotel mein jewellery pehni hui missionary mein pelaunga, farmhouse mein doggy mein gaand maarunga… ye khud message karegi “Aman, meri chut geeli ho rahi hai… aa kar bhar de mujhe apne virya se.”

Aman ne Ambika ko door se hi ghoorta raha, uski nazar uski gaand ki matak pe, stan ke ubhaar pe, cleavage pe, hothon pe ghoomti rahi. Uska lauda pant mein itna sakht aur garam tha ki wo mehsoos kar raha tha jaise abhi phat jaayega. Usne apna haath pant mein daala, laude ko zor se dabaya, pre-cum ungliyon pe laga, aur andar se ek khatarnak, hawas bhari smile di. Us pal Aman ka dimag sirf ek hi cheez se bhara tha – Ambika ki chut ko apna bana lena, uski ijjat ko apne garam virya se bhar dena, uski family ko hamesha ke liye lachar aur cuckold bana dena, aur uski cheekhon aur siskariyon ko apna nasha bana lena.

“Ambika Chouhan… teri chut, tera jism, teri rooh – sab mera hai ab. Ek hafte mein tu mere bistar pe hogi… mere laude pe uchalti hui… mera naam leti hui… meri rakhail ban kar.” 

[anushka]

Please put some pics also

[xf123]

story looks interesting