Dominant Teachers aur Unka Slave Student:Indian Femdom Stories (part-three)

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Raat ka sannata apartment mein gehra chuka tha, lekin Rahul ke liye ye khamoshi kisi aane wale toofan ka ishara thi. Miss Sneha ne apni zanjeer ko ek jhatke se khincha, jisse Rahul jo abhi tak kitchen ke farsh par unke pairon ki jootthan chat raha tha, ghasitta hua unke piche-piche bedroom tak pahuncha. Bedroom ka mahaul madham roshni mein aur bhi zyada khaufnak aur dominant lag raha tha.

Sneha ne apne bed par baithte hue apne pairon se sandal utari aur Rahul ke chehre par fenk di. "Aa gaya mera paltu janwar! Sun be kutte, sone se pehle tujhe meri thakaan mitani hogi. Aaj tune bahut kuch seekha hai, lekin ab waqt hai teri wafadari aur teri bardasht ka imtihan lene ka."

Rahul nanga, gale mein wahi leather ka patta pehne, apne chaaron pairon par Sneha ke bed ke pas baitha raha. Uska chehra dard aur zillat se laal tha, lekin uski aankhein sirf apni malkin ke agle hukm ka intezar kar rahi thin. Sneha ne achanak ek shaitani muskurahat di aur apne leggings aur panty utaar kar bed ke kinare par let gayi, apne hips (kulle) Rahul ke chehre ki taraf karke.

"Kutte! Mere butthole mein bahut khujli ho rahi hai," Sneha ne karahkar kaha, unki awaaz mein ek aisi amiri aur gumaan tha jo Rahul ko raakh kar raha tha. "Main apne haath gande nahi karna chahti. Tu apni naak nikaal aur apni naak ki nok se mere butthole ko khujana shuru kar. Ek-ek kona ragad de apni naak se jab tak meri khujli shant na ho jaye."

Rahul ne kampte hue apna chehra unke nange hips ke paas laya. Uska saans lena mushkil ho raha tha. Jaise hi usne apni naak Miss Sneha ke butthole par ragadni shuru ki, use wahan ki sadi hui, namkeen aur gandi badbu ne gher liya. Wo dekh sakta tha ki wahan potty ke kuch bareek tukde aur chipchipa-pan chipka hua tha. Usne apni naak ko josh se ragadna shuru kiya, jaisa ki malkin ka hukm tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki unki gandagi uski naak ki nok par chipak rahi hai, lekin wo ruka nahi.

"Haan kutte, aise hi! Zor se ragad... mere pichwade ki gandagi teri naak ka shringaar hai," Sneha ne bed par lete hue maze se kaha.

Achanak, Sneha ne apne hips ko thoda aur Rahul ki naak par daba diya. "Ab, mere butthole ko sungh (smell)! Lambi saans le aur mehsoos kar ki teri malkin ke andar kitni zeherili gas bhari hai." Explore a vast collection of Indian Femdom stories on our website.

Rahul ne darrte hue ek lambi saans li hi thi ki achanak—PHEEEEEE!

Ek bahut hi badi, garam aur sadi hui gas (fart) seedha Sneha ke butthole se nikal kar Rahul ki takleef-deh naak aur gale mein dakhil ho gayi. Rahul ko aisa laga jaise uske fefde jal gaye hon. Wo khansne laga, lekin Sneha ne apne pairon se uska sar wahi daba diya.

"Kutte! Khansne ki himmat kaise hui? Ye meri sharir ki hawa hai, ise pi ja!" Sneha zor-zor se khilkhilane lagi. "Sungh ise! Aur sungh!"

Jaise hi Rahul ne dobara naak lagayi, Sneha ne ek ke baad ek kayi zordaar aur gande farts uske chehre par chhode. Har ek fart ke saath Rahul ki aankhon se paani nikal raha tha, lekin wo majboor tha.

"Ab mere butthole ko kiss kar!" Sneha ne hukm diya. "Har baar jab main paadungi (fart), tu mere butthole ko chumega aur us gas ko apne muh ke andar capture karega. Ek boond bhi bahar nahi jani chahiye."

Rahul ne apna muh unke gande butthole par rakha aur kiss karna shuru kiya. Har ek kiss ke saath Sneha ki gas uske muh mein bhar rahi thi. Wo gas itni teekhi aur urine jaisi sadi hui thi ki Rahul ko ulti aane wali thi, lekin wo unke hips ko pakad kar unhe satisfy karne mein laga raha.

Kuch minute baad, Sneha bed se uthi aur unhone Rahul ko farsh par peeth ke bal leta diya. "Bahut ho gayi naak ki khujli, ab tera muh mera naya sofa banega."

Sneha ne apne bhari kulle Rahul ke chehre par rakh diye aur poore wazan ke saath uske muh par baith gayi. Rahul ka dam ghut raha tha, uska chehra unke nange hips ke niche dab gaya tha. Use sirf unke sharir ka pasina aur potty ki badbu aa rahi thi.

"Apna muh khol, harami kutte!" Sneha ne upar se chilla kar kaha.

Rahul ne jaise hi apna muh khola, Sneha ne poori taqat se uske muh ke andar hi ek bahut bada aur geela fart chhod diya. Gas ki garmi Rahul ke talve tak mehsoos hui. Use aisa laga jaise uska muh kisi gande naale ka dhakkan ban gaya hai.

Sneha zor-zor se hasne lagi. "Hahahaha!dekh to sahi apni halat! Kutte Pehle tu meri sadi hui juttiyon ko chat raha tha, phir gande pairon ki pooja kar raha tha, aur ab? Ab tu apni naak se mera pichwada khujla raha hai aur gas apne muh mein bhar raha hai!"

"Kaisa mard hai re tu? Ek janwar se bhi badtar! Meri gas tere liye oxygen ban gayi hai. kaise apna muh khol kar malkin ki gandagi ka intezar kar raha hai. Tu asli 'Toilet Slave' ban chuka hai!"

But yad rakh ye abhi to shuruat hai. Aaj raat bhar tu aise hi leta rahega. Jab bhi mujhe gas aayegi, use sunghe gaa Aur subah jab main uthungi, to meri raaat bhar ki sadi hui potty ko kha kar apna nasta karega."

Rahul farsh par pada raha, uski saans Sneha ke hips ke niche ghut rahi thi. Wo tadap raha tha, lekin collar ki zanjeer aur malkin ka khauf use hilne bhi nahi de raha tha. Itna bolke Sneha uth ti he or bed pr jaake so Jaati he

Dusri or Rahul ki jeebh ab unke butthole ki gandagi se lath-path thi, aur wo wahi farsh par adhmuri halat mein apni nayi pehchan—ek 'Ass-Worshipper' aur 'Fart-Inhaler'—ke roop mein pada raha.

Subeh ki pehli kiran apartment ke pardo se chhan kar andar aa rahi thi, lekin Rahul ke liye ye roshni kisi ummeed ki nahi, balki ek naye narak ki shuruat thi. Wo raat bhar Miss Sneha ke bed ke paas farsh par 'Dog position' mein bandha raha tha. Uska muh sooj chuka tha, uski naak par abhi bhi malkin ki raat bhar ki gas (fart) aur unke hips ki sadi hui smell basi hui thi. Uska jism thand aur zillat se kanp raha tha, tabhi achanak bed par hulchul hui.

Miss Sneha ne ek lambi angdai li aur apni aankhein kholi. Unhone dekha ki Rahul bilkul usi tarah unke qadmon mein pada hai, jaise koi bezubaan janwar apne malik ke jagne ka intezar karta hai. Sneha ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath apna ek nanga pair Rahul ke muh par zor se ragada

"Uth ja be kutte! Teri malkin jag gayi hai," Sneha ne apni bhari, neend se bhari awaaz mein hukm diya. "Chal, sabse pehle apni malkin ka swagat kar. Meri raat bhar ki thakaan tere chehre par utarni chahiye."

Sneha ne apne dono nange pair Rahul ke muh ke ek-dum kareeb kar diye. "Chat-chat kar mere in nange talon ko chamka de. Raat bhar ki garmi aur pasina jo mere pairon mein jama hai, wo tera pehla nasta (breakfast) hai. Ek-ek ungli ko apne muh mein lekar chus, jaise tu kisi amrit ka swad le raha ho."

Rahul ne kampte hue apni jeebh bahar nikaali. Uska gala sookh raha tha, lekin usne Miss Sneha ke pairon ko lick karna shuru kiya. Pasine ki namkeen aur thodi kadwi smell uske muh mein bhar gayi. Sneha ne apna ek pair uski aankh par aur doosra uske muh ke andar thons diya. "Haan, aise hi... teri malkin ke pairon ki dhool hi teri aukat hai. Zor se ragad apni jeebh, mujhe gudgudi honi chahiye!"

Jab pair saaf ho gaye, to Sneha bed par thoda peeche hui aur unhone apni silk ki panty utaari jo wo raat bhar pehni hui thi. Unhone wo panty Rahul ke naak aur muh par zor se thappad ki tarah maari.

"Le kutte, iska swad chak (taste it)!" Sneha ne exotic tarike se kaha. "Iska piche wala hissa dekh, ye raat bhar mere butthole se chipka hua tha. Isme meri sadi hui farts ki smell aur mere pichwade ki gandagi basi hai. Chat ise! Poora piche ka hissa apni jeebh se saaf kar."

Rahul ne wo gandi panty pakdi aur use lick karna shuru kiya. Use wo sadi hui smell aur butthole ka wo kashila swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Wo ulti rokne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin Sneha ki nazar us par thi. "Ab aage ka hissa chat! Jahan raat bhar meri Pussy (choot) chipki thi. Dekh, ye kitna chipchipa aur geela hai. Ye mera 'Female Juice' hai, ise amrit samajh kar chatle."

Rahul ne panty ke aage ka geela aur sticky hissa apni jeebh par ragada. Wo swad itna strong aur exotic tha ki Rahul ka sar chakrane laga. Use aisa lag raha tha jaise wo Miss Sneha ke sharir ka ek koodadan ban gaya hai.

Ab Miss Sneha ne Rahul ke baal itni zor se mutthi mein bhare ki uski cheekh nikal gayi. Wo use ghaseetkar bathroom ke andar le gayi. Bathroom ki tiles thandi thi, lekin Sneha ka gussa garam. Unhone Rahul ko bathroom ke kone mein ghutno ke bal khada kiya aur khud unke chehre ke ek-dum saamne khadi ho gayi.

"Apna muh khol, harami! Poora muh khol, ek-ek inch!" Sneha ne chillakar hukm diya.

Jaise hi Rahul ne dar ke mare apna muh poora khola, Miss Sneha ne apni pussy seedha uske muh ke nishane par rakhi aur bina kisi deri ke ek garam, gaadhi yellow colour ki pishab (urine) ki dhaar seedha uske gale mein utaar di.

Rahul itna sara mut (urine) ek saath pee nahi pa raha tha. Uska dam ghut raha tha. Wo garam aur namkeen pishab uske naak se bahar nikal rahi thi aur kuch uske hothon se phisalkar farsh par gir rahi thi.

"Kamine! Jitna baahar girayega, utna hi tujhe niche se chatna padega!" Sneha ne aur zor se pressure lagaya. "Soch le kutte, meri choot se seedha pina pasand hai ya niche farsh par gira hua ganda mut? Pi ja sab... ek boond bhi waste nahi honi chahiye. Ye teri malkin ka 'Holy Water' hai!" Experience the power of Indian Femdom through our curated stories.

Rahul ne rote hue apni jeebh ko ek funnel ki tarah banaya aur jaldi-jaldi us garam dhaar ko nigalne laga. Uska pet bhar gaya tha, lekin mut ruk nahi raha tha. Uska poora chehra yellow urine se lath-path ho gaya tha. Miss Sneha zor-zor se has rahi thi, unhe Rahul ki lachari dekh kar ek alag hi nasha mil raha tha.

Jab Miss Sneha ne apna poora bladder Rahul ke muh mein khali kar diya, to unhone turant apna hath hataya nahi. Unhone Rahul ke piche se baal pakde aur uska chehra poori taqat se apni choot (pussy) par ragadna shuru kar diya.

"Tu ab mere liye kisi 'Tissue Paper' se zyada kuch nahi hai," Sneha ne karahkar kaha. "Apna chehra meri choot ke andar ghusad de! Chat-chat kar mujhe ek-dum dry aur saaf kar de. Mujhe apni pussy par ek bhi boond pishab ki nahi chahiye. Tera chehra mera towel hai."

Rahul ka naak aur muh Miss Sneha ki geeli pussy ke andar dhas gaya tha. Wo apni jeebh se unki skin ko chamkane laga, pishab aur unke sharir ke fluids ka mix swad uske muh mein bhar gaya. Sneha ne uska sar zor-zor se upar-niche ragada, jaise wo koi ganda kapda saaf kar rahi hon.

"Haan, aise hi kutte! Feel kar meri garmi aur apni zillat. Tu mera gulam hai, mera janwar hai, mera 'Live Toilet' hai. Aaj se teri har subah mere mut se shuru hogi aur meri juttiyon par khatm hogi."

Sneha ne use ek laat maari aur wo farsh par gir gaya, jahan uska hi gira hua mut bikhra pada tha. "Ab jo niche gira hai, use chat kar saaf kar! Ek bhi daag nahi rehna chahiye bathroom mein. Jaldi kar, mujhe morning walk ke liye taiyar hona hai, aur teri jeebh ko mere jutte chamkana hain!"Rahul ne rote hue us gande farsh ko chatna shuru kiya. Wo samajh gaya tha ki ab uski insaniyat hamesha ke liye Miss Sneha ke pairon aur unki gandagi ke niche dafan ho chuki hai.

Rahul ki aankhein bathroom ke gande farsh par bikhre hue mut ko dekhte hue aansuon se bhar gayi thi. Uska muh Sneha ki garam pishab ke swad se kadwa ho chuka tha. Abhi wo farsh chatne ki koshish kar hi raha tha ki Miss Sneha ne uske baalon ko phir se apni mutthi mein bhara aur jhatka dete hue use bathroom se bahar khinch liya.

"Chal be harami! Abhi nasta (breakfast) ho gaya, ab thodi exercise ka waqt hai," Sneha ne raubdar awaaz mein kaha. Wo use ghaseetkar bedroom mein le aayi aur shaan se bed par baith kar apna mobile scroll karne lagi. Unka ek nanga pair Rahul ke sar par tha, jo use zameen se chipkaye hue tha.

Sneha ne mobile se nazar hataye bina hukm diya, "Kutte! Mujhe jogging par jana hai. Jaa, shoe rack khol aur mere white sneakers aur socks lekar aa. Aur yaad rakhna, agar tune apne haath lagaye to main tere haath wahi kaat doongi. Ek wafadar kutte ki tarah apne muh se pakad kar lekar aa!"

Rahul ne darte hue crawl kiya aur darwaje ke paas rakhe shoe rack tak pahuncha. Jaise hi usne rack ka darwaja apne muh se khola, uske naak mein ek aisi tez, sadi hui aur teekhi smell (pungent odor) lagi ki uska dimaag ghoom gaya. Wahan Miss Sneha ki sadiyon purani juttiyan, boots, heels aur sandals ka ek dher tha. Har ek jodi se unke sharir ki gandi smell aa rahi thi.

Usne ek jodi white sneakers dekhe, jinke andar socks thonse hue the. Jaise hi Rahul ne apne muh se sneakers ko pakda, uske gale tak Miss Sneha ke purane pasine (sweat) ka swad pahunch gaya. Wo sneakers mahino se dhoye nahi gaye the; unke andar pasina sukh-sukh kar ek chipchipa aur badbudar layer ban chuka tha. Rahul ko aisa laga jaise wo kisi sadi hui naali ka kapda apne muh mein daba kar chal raha ho.

Jab Rahul bed ke paas pahuncha, Sneha ne use ek laat maari. "Niche rakh ise, nalaayak! Ab pehle ek-ek socks nikaal aur use 'Deep Smell' kar. Mujhe dekhna hai ki teri malkin ke pasine ki khushbu tere fefdon mein kaise utarti hai."

Rahul ne sneakers se wo geele aur badbudar socks apne muh se nikaale. Sneha ne apna pair uski gardan par rakha aur use socks par dabaya. "Sungh ise! Lambi saans le! Feel kar ye mahino purana pasina aur mitti. Ye hi teri oxygen hai."

Rahul ne socks ko apni naak se chipkaya. Wo smell itni punjent thi ki uski aankhon se pani nikalne laga. Uska ji-michla raha tha, lekin Sneha ki heel uski gardan par aur sakht ho gayi. "Ab mere sneakers sungh! Poora muh uske andar daal aur mehsoos kar meri heel ki garmi."

Rahul ne apna muh un sneakers ke androni hisse (inner sole) mein ghusaya. Wahan ki sadi hui smell aur pasine ka swad itna exotic aur dark tha ki wo sunn ho gaya. Uske baad, Sneha ne hukm diya ki wo socks aur sneakers unhe apne muh aur danton ki madad se pehnaye. Rahul ne waisa hi kiya, ek-ek inch unki skin ko apni jeebh se sehlaate hue unhe sneakers pehnaye.

Sneha ne khade hokar apni waist par haath rakha aur Rahul ke chehre par apni sneakers wali thokar maari. "Sun kutte, tere liye ek bahut badi khushkhabri hai. Abhi-abhi Principal Madam Pooja ka message aaya hai. Wo aur unki beti, Rani, jogging ke baad seedha yahi aa rahi hain. Wo tera 'Taste' lena chahti hain... wo dekhna chahti hain ki maine tujhe kitna bada aur wafadar gulam banaya hai."

Rahul ka dil baith gaya. Mrs. Pooja ke saath unki beti Rani ka naam sunte hi uski rooh kanp gayi. Rani apni maa se bhi zyada beraham aur dominant maani jaati thi.

"Agar tune unke samne ek shabd bhi bola ya unki seva karne mein zara bhi ginn (disgust) dikhayi," Sneha ne uske kaan ke paas jhukkar dhamki di, "to main tujhe zinda bathroom ki drain mein thons doongi. Unke pairon ki dhool ko tujhe amrit ki tarah chatna hoga. Rani madam ko naye-naye slaves ko tadpane ka bahut shauk hai, aur tu unka naya khilona banne wala hai."

Sneha ne darwaje ki taraf badhte hue aakhri hukm diya, "Mere aane se pehle, ye poora ghar aur bathroom ka wo farsh jahan tune mut (urine) giraya hai, wo ek-ek inch chamakna chahiye. Aur yaad rakhna, koi kapda ya pocha (mop) istemal nahi hoga. Teri jeebh hi tera pocha hai. Saara bikhra hua mut chat kar saaf kar aur farsh ko dry kar de."

"Jab main aur Madam Pooja wapis aayenge, to mujhe farsh par teri thook (saliva) ki chamak dikhni chahiye. Agar mujhe kahin bhi mut ki smell aayi, to main Madam Pooja se bolungi ki wo tere muh par apna mal (dung) tyaagein! Samjha kutte? Lag ja kaam par!"

Sneha ne zanzeer ko hook se bandha aur hasti hui bahar nikal gayi. Rahul wahan akela reh gaya, nanga aur zaleel. Usne rote hue bathroom ki taraf crawl kiya. Farsh par bikhra hua yellow mut ab thanda ho chuka tha. Use wahi farsh chatna tha.

Rahul ne apni jeebh farsh par ragadni shuru ki. Wo thanda aur salty pishab uske muh mein phir se bhar gaya. Wo har ek tile ko chat-chat kar sukha raha tha, ye sochte hue ki kuch hi der mein Mrs. Pooja aur Rani madam yahan hongi. Uski zillat ki nayi inteha shuru hone wali thi.

Wo bathroom se bedroom tak poora farsh apni jeebh se saaf kar raha tha, jaise koi janwar apni jagah saaf karta hai. Uske dimaag mein sirf Sneha ki un sneakers ki smell aur aane wale toofan ka khauf tha. Uski jeebh chil chuki thi, lekin malkin ka aadesh uske liye kanoon tha. Wo ek-ek kone ko apni thook se chamkane laga, khud ko aane wali Queens—Pooja aur Rani—ke qadmon mein samarpit karne ke liye taiyar karte hue.

Rahul bathroom ke us thande aur chipchipe farsh par apni jeebh ghis raha tha, jahan kuch der pehle Miss Sneha ne uspar apna bladder khali kiya tha. Har ek tile ko chat-chat kar wo use chamka raha tha, uska pura muh namkeen pishab ke swad se bhar chuka tha, lekin uske dil mein darr ki thartharahat thi. Wo jaanta tha ki kuch hi der mein Mrs. Pooja aur unki beti Rani yahan pahunchne wali hain.

Rani, jo college mein Rahul ki classmate thi, sirf topper hi nahi balki ek intehai magroor aur dominant ladki thi. Wo hamesha Rahul ko ek keede ki tarah dekhti thi, aur aaj Rahul usi Rani ke saamne nanga aur gale mein patta pehne ek janwar ki tarah pesh hone wala tha.

Achanak, apartment ke main door ka lock khula aur teen auraton ke thahako ki awaaz gunji. Sneha jogging se wapis aa chuki thi, aur uske saath Mrs. Pooja aur unki beti Rani thi.

"Kahan hai mera wo naya paltu?" Rani ki teekhi awaaz bedroom tak aayi. "Maine suna hai Sneha madam ne use ek dum 'Toilet-Ready' bana diya hai."

Sneha ne bedroom ka darwaza jhatke se khola. Rahul farsh par 'Dog position' mein tha, uski jeebh abhi bhi farsh par bikhre pishab ko saaf kar rahi thi. Mrs. Pooja ne apne jogging tracks mein hi sofa par baithte hue ek gehri saans li, unka chehra pasine se bhara tha.

"Ae kutte! Idhar aa!" Mrs. Pooja ne garaj kar kaha.

Rahul crawl karta hua unke qadmon mein pahuncha. Rani ne apne jogging shoes Rahul ke muh par rakh diye aur poore wazan se uska chehra farsh par daba diya. "Dekho mom, ye kitna zaleel lag raha hai. Class mein to ye insaan banta tha, par dekho ab ye mere joote ke niche ek keeda hai."

Mrs. Pooja ne apne jogging shoes utarne shuru kiye, aur poora kamra unke pairon ki ek teekhi aur bhari khushbu se bhar gaya. Unhone apne pasine se bheege hue socks (moze) sidha Rahul ke naak par thons diye.

"Sungh ise, harami!" Pooja ne kaha. "Ye socks maine pichle teen din se jogging ke liye pehne hain aur beech mein ek baar bhi nahi dhoye. Inme mera mahino purana pasina aur mitti jama hai. Deep smell le iski!"

Rahul ne socks ko apne muh mein daba liya. Wo itne gande aur sadi hui smell wale the ki Rahul ko ulti aane wali thi. Uske socks itne bheege hue the ki unka namkeen aur kadwa pasina Rahul ki jeebh par phisal raha tha. 5 minute tak usne un gande mozo ko sungha aur chusa, jaise wo koi hadi chaba raha ho. Number of Best Indian Femdom stories—available now on our this site.

Phir Mrs. Pooja ne apne moze utare aur apne nange pair Rahul ke muh par rakh diye. Unke pair lambe aur patle the, jinme se mozo se bhi zyada sadi hui smell aa rahi thi. "Ab meri ek-ek ungli ko chus aur mere talon (soles) se sara pasina chat kar mujhe dry kar de. Ek boond bhi baki rahi toh yaad rakhna Sneha ne kya kaha tha."

Rahul ne ririyate hue unki unliyon ko apne muh mein liya. Wo unka purana pasina amrit samajh kar pee raha tha. Unki skin itni garam aur sweaty thi ki Rahul ki jeebh unke talon par fisal rahi thi. Usne unki ek-ek ungli ka pasina chusa aur unke soles ko ek dum chamka diya.

Ab Rani ki baari thi. Usne bina waqt barbad kiye apne nange pair seedha Rahul ke muh ke andar thons diye. Uske pairon se bhi Mrs. Pooja jaisi hi bhari smell aa rahi thi.

"Rahul... yaad hai class mein jab tu meri taraf dekhta tha?" Rani ne ek shaitani hansi ke saath kaha. "Ab dekh, teri malkin tere muh ke andar hai. Meri heel se lekar mere talon tak, agle 15 minute tak tu sirf kiss karega aur meri garmi mehsoos karega."

Rani ne use hukm diya ki wo uske baayein pair ke anguthe (left big toe) se shuru kare. "Meri unliyon ke beech mein jo mitti aur pasina jama hai (Toe Jam), use apni jeebh se nikal aur kha ja. Ek ek inch saaf hona chahiye."

Rahul ne Rani ke pairon ki unliyon ke beech apni jeebh dali. Wahan sadi hui mitti aur pasine ka ek chipchipa mishran tha. Rahul use chat-chat kar kha raha tha, jabki Rani peeche sofa par let gayi aur apni aankhein band kar li, Rahul ki jeebh ka ehsas apne talon par lete hue. Wo Rahul ke muh ko kisi koodadan ki tarah istemal kar rahi thi, apna saara 'Toe Jam' uske muh mein saaf karwa rahi thi.

Aakhiri baari Miss Sneha ki thi. Jab unhone apne jogging shoes utare, to poora kamra ek aisi sadi hui badbu se bhar gaya ki Rani aur Pooja ne bhi apni naak pakad li.

Sneha ne apne pair Rahul ke chehre par itne zor se rakhe ki uska dam ghutne laga. "Sungh ise zor se! Sabko sunai dena chahiye ki tu meri sadi hui smell pee raha hai."

Rahul ne unke gande pairon ko sunghna shuru kiya. Unke nails ke niche kaali mitti aur gandagi bhari hui thi. Sneha ne decide kiya ki Rahul unki jeebh se unka pedicure karega.

"Mere nails ke niche ki gandagi apni jeebh se nikaal aur chus le," Sneha ne hukm diya. "Mujhe namkeen pasine ke saath ye mitti ka swad bhi tere muh mein dekhna hai."

Rahul ne 30 minute tak Miss Sneha ke nails ke niche ki gandagi, unke unliyon ke beech ka sara pasina aur talon ki sadi hui skin chat kar saaf ki. Wo unke pairon ka har ek namkeen qatra nigal raha tha. Uski jeebh ab tak sunn ho chuki thi, lekin malkinon ki hansi aur zillat ne use ek gulam janwar bana diya tha.

Rahul ki zillat ki dastan ab ek naye aur zyada ghinone mod par aa khadi hui thi. Mrs. Pooja, jo college ki Principal hone ke saath-saath ab Rahul ki sabse dominant malkin ban chuki thi, sofa se khadi hui. Unka jogging session abhi khatam hua tha, aur unka poora sharir pasine se lath-path tha. Unhone apne dono haath hawa mein uthaye aur apne sar ke peeche bandh liye, jisse unki bheeghi hui t-shirt unki armpits (bagalon) ke paas se ek-dum tight ho gayi.

"Ae kutte! Idhar aa, mere paas!" Mrs. Pooja ne garaj kar kaha. Unki awaaz mein wahi purani karkash aur raubdar thandak thi, jo Rahul ke jism mein sihran paida kar deti thi.

Rahul, jo nanga farsh par 'Dog position' mein leta hua tha foran rirakta hua unke pairon ke paas pahuncha. Sneha aur Rani sofa par baithi has rahi thin, unka poora dhyan ab is naye tamashe par tha.

Mrs. Pooja ne apna ek haath aur upar uthaya, jisse unki t-shirt ka armpit wala hissa, jo pasine se bilkul geela aur peela (yellowish) pad chuka hua tha, Rahul ke naak ke ek-dum kareeb aa gaya. "Sungh ise, harami! Ye jogging ka taaza pasina hai. Bata mujhe, kaisi smell aa rahi hai teri malkin ke sharir se?"

Rahul ne darrte hue apni naak unki t-shirt ke bheege hue kapde par rakhi. Usme se ek aisi bhari, namkeen aur teekhi smell aa rahi thi jo mahino ki mehnat aur unke sharir ki asli gandagi ka mishran thi. "Bo-bahut tez smell hai, malkin..." Rahul ne siskiyan lete hue kaha

"Tez nahi kutte, ye teri malkin ka 'Perfume' hai!" Pooja ne chillakar uska sar pakda aur apni armpit mein thons diya. "Ab apni jeebh nikaal aur is t-shirt ke upar se hi sara pasina chus (suck). Ek-ek inch sukha hona chahiye . Ise amrit samajh kar pee ja!"

Rahul ne majbooran apni jeebh nikali aur unki t-shirt ke bagal wale hisse ko chusna shuru kiya. Kapda pasine se itna bhara tha ki namkeen swad Rahul ke gale tak utarne laga. Wo ek side se dusri side tak, unki t-shirt ka wo badbudar hissa chat-chat kar aur chus-chus kar saaf karne laga. Sneha ne piche se ek laat maari, "Zor se chus, nalaayak! Madam ki t-shirt ek dum dry ho jani chahiye tere muh se!"

Jab dono sides ki t-shirt Rahul ne chus-chus kar geeli kar di, to Mrs. Pooja ne ek jhatke se apni t-shirt utar kar door fenk di. Ab wo sirf apne sports bra mein khadi thi, aur unki nangi, pasine se chamakti hui armpits Rahul ke chehre ke saamne thi.

"Ab asli nasta shuru hota hai," Pooja ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha. Unhone apna daaya (right) haath uthaya. Unki bagal mein halke-halke baal (armpit hair) the, jo pasine ki wajah se aapas mein chipak gaye the aur unme dead skin ke chhote-chhote kan (particles) fase hue the.

"Sungh ise ab! Deep inhale kar!" Pooja ne hukm diya. Rahul ne apni naak seedha unki nangi bagal mein ghusa di. Wahan ki smell t-shirt se bhi das guna zyada punjent aur sadi hui thi. Wo unke sharir ki asli 'Female odor' thi.

"Ab chalu ho ja kutte. Apni jeebh se in baalon ko saaf kar. Ek-ek baal tere muh mein hona chahiye," Mrs. Pooja ne exotic tareeke se kaha. Rahul ne apni jeebh unki armpit par ragadi. Wo halke baal uski jeebh par chubh rahe the, lekin pasine ka wo gaadha aur sticky swad uske poore muh mein bhar gaya. Usne un baalon ko apne hothon se pakda aur chusne laga, jaise wo kisi gande janwar ki skin saaf kar raha ho.

Rani ne taunt maari, "Dekho mom, kaise chat raha hai! Jaise koi bhookha pilla malkin ka mail (dirt) kha raha ho. Rahul, maza aa raha hai na Principal madam ka pasina peene mein?"

Mrs. Pooja ne apna dusra haath uthaya aur Rahul ko ishara kiya. "Ab is side bhi wahi kar. Mujhe ek bhi boond pasine ki nahi chahiye. Teri jeebh mera personal towel hai."

Rahul ne unki dusri bagal mein apna muh maara. Wo unki skin ko chatte hue unke pores se nikalne wala taaza namkeen pasina nigal raha tha. Mrs. Pooja ne apna haath uske sar par rakha aur use zor se apni bagal mein dabaya, jisse Rahul ka dam ghutne laga. Use sirf unke sharir ki wo teekhi gandagi mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Haan, chat harami! Chaat-chaat kar ise aaina bana de!" Pooja ne karahkar kaha, unhe Rahul ki is zillat-bhari seva mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon mil raha tha. Rahul ki jeebh thak chuki thi, lekin malkin ka 'Salt' uske liye ab naya nasta ban chuka tha. Usne unki bagal ke ek-ek kone ko, jahan mitti aur pasina jama tha, apni jeebh se ragad-ragad kar chamka diya.

"Ab dekh Sneha," Pooja ne apne saaf ho chuke armpits dikhate hue kaha, "Is kutte ne itne acche se lick kiya hai ki deodorant ki zaroorat hi nahi hai. Kyun Rahul? Swad kaisa tha?"

Rahul ne farsh par sar patakate hue kaha, "Bahut... bahut swadisht malkin. Aapka pasina mera naseeb hai."

Rahul ne unka thook farsh se chata aur ririyata raha, poori tarah se ek 'Armpit Slave' ban kar unke qadmon mein dhera raha.

Mrs. Pooja ke pasine se lath-path armpits ko chamkaane ke baad, Rahul ki jeebh ab namkeen aur teekhi smell se sunn ho chuki thi. Wo haanp raha tha, uska chehra zillat ke maare laal tha. Tabhi Rani, jo ab tak sofa par baithi Rahul ki halat ka maza le rahi thi, ek dam se uthi aur uske saamne aakar khadi ho gayi.

Rani ne apni jogging top ke sleeves ko upar chadhaaya aur apne dono haath apne sar ke peeche lock kar liye. Uska shareer ek athlete ki tarah tight tha, aur uski armpits (bagalein) bilkul saaf aur shaven thin—ek bhi baal nahi tha, sirf pasine ki ek chamakti hui sateh (layer) thi jo jogging ki wajah se wahan jama ho gayi thi.

"Ab meri baari hai, Rahul," Rani ne ek nili (vicious) muskurahat ke saath kaha. "Mummy ki armpits to thodi purani aur sadi hui thin, lekin meri armpits ka swad tujhe hamesha ke liye mera gulam bana dega. Class mein tu mujhse baat karne ke liye tarasta tha na? Le, aaj meri bagal ki gandagi peene ka mauka de rahi hoon tujhe."

Rani ne apna daaya (right) haath Rahul ke naak ke ek-dum kareeb kar diya. "Pehle sungh ise, harami! Ye meri jawaan aur garm pussy jaisi mehek hai jo meri bagal se nikal rahi hai. Gehari saans le!"

Rahul ne darrte hue apni naak Rani ki makhmali aur pasine se chamakti hui armpit mein ghusa di. Wahan ki smell Mrs. Pooja se alag thi—ye zyada teekhi, fresh aur 'exotic' thi. Ek jawaan ladki ke shareer ka wo khatarnak nasha Rahul ke dimaag par chadhne laga.

"Kaisi lag rahi hai meri smell, kutte?" Rani ne uska kaan pakad kar jhatka diya.

"Malkin... bahut... bahut nashili hai," Rahul ne siskiyan bharte hue kaha.

"To phir ab is nashe ko apni jeebh par utaar!" Rani ne chillakar hukm diya. "Apni jeebh nikaal aur meri is saaf, chikni bagal ko chatna shuru kar. Ek-ek pores se nikalne wala pasina tere pet mein jaana chahyiye

Rahul ne apni jeebh nikali aur Rani ki chikni armpit par ragadi. Kyunki wahan ek bhi baal nahi tha, uski jeebh Rani ki narm skin par kisi marble ki tarah fisal rahi rahi thi. Rani ki armpit ka pasina bahut hi namkeen aur thoda chipchipa tha.

"Haan, aise hi kutte! Puri jeebh andar tak ghusa," Rani ne karahkar kaha. Usne apne haath se Rahul ka sar aur zor se apni bagal mein daba diya, jisse Rahul ka muh poori tarah Rani ki skin mein dhas gaya. Wo unki armpit ke beech ki line (crease) ko apni jeebh ki nok se saaf karne laga, wahan bacha hua har ek qatra nigalte hue.

Sneha ne piche se haste hue kaha, "Dekh Rani, kaise pagal ho raha hai teri smell ke liye! Bilkul kisi pyaase janwar ki tarah teri skin ko chaat raha hai."

Rani ne ek shaitani thahaka lagaya. "Ab sirf chaatna nahi hai. Rahul, meri bagal ko apne muh mein lekar 'Suck' kar! Main chahti hoon tu mere pasine ko mere sharir se khich (extract) le. Apne hothon se vacuum bana aur meri armpit ko chusna shuru kar!"

Rahul ne waisa hi kiya. Usne apne hoth Rani ki nangi, baal-rahit armpit par chipkaye aur zor se suking shuru ki. Rani ko thodi gudgudi hui lekin wo usse zyada dominant feel kar rahi thi. "Ahhh... haan, aise hi harami! Zor se chus! Mere shareer ka sara namak tere muh mein aana chahiye."

Rahul ne unki dono side ki armpits ko baari-baari se apne muh mein bhara. Wo Rani ki narm skin ko apne daanton aur hothon ke beech halka sa dabate hue unka pasina chus raha tha. Har ek suction ke saath, Rani ki 'exotic' sharir ki smell uske saans ki nali mein bhar rahi thi.

Usne Rani ki baayi (left) bagal mein bhi wahi kiya—pehle gehri smell li, phir use chat-chat kar geela kiya, aur aakhir mein use poori taqat se chusa. Rani ne apne dono haath uske sar par rakh kar use niche ki taraf dabaya, jaise wo kisi koodadan ko saaf kar rahi hon.

"Ab dekh mom," Rani ne apne dono haath neeche karte hue kaha, "Isne meri bagalein itni saaf kar di hain ki ab mujhe nahaane ki bhi zaroorat nahi mehsoos ho rahi. Is kutte ki jeebh mein jaadu hai, ya shayad ye meri gandagi ka zyada hi bhookha hai."

Rahul farsh par pada haanp raha tha, uska muh Rani aur Mrs. Pooja ke mix pasine se lath-path tha.

Rahul ki halat ab kisi naali ke keede se bhi badtar ho chuki thi. Uska muh aur naak pehle hi Mrs. Pooja aur Rani madam ke pasine ke namkeen aur teekhi smell se sunn pad chuke the. Uske chehre par un malkinon ki bagalon (armpits) ki gandagi ek badbudar layer ban kar jam gayi thi. Lekin abhi asli 'Training' baaki thi, kyunki ab Miss Sneha—jisne Rahul ko is narak mein laya tha—apni baari ka intezar kar rahi thi.

Miss Sneha ne apni jogging jacket utari, jiske niche unhone ek ek-dum tight sleeveless sports top pehna hua tha. Unhone sofa par bade raub se apne dono haath utha kar apne sar ke peeche bandh liye. Unki armpits (bagalein) bilkul nangi aur pasine se chamak rahi thin. Rahul ne dhyan se dekha toh wahan halki-halki khurduri skin thi, jaise unhone kuch hi din pehle shave kiya ho aur naye baal nikalne ki koshish kar rahe hon.

"Ae harami kutte! Idhar aa!" Sneha ne apni teekhi awaaz mein garaj kar kaha. "Mera pasina in dono se zyada zeherila hai. Dekhte hain teri mardangi meri bagal ki smell jhel paati hai ya nahi."

Rahul apne ghutno aur hatheliyon ke bal rirakta hua Sneha ke pairon ke paas pahuncha. Sneha ne apni ek taang uske kandhe par rakhi aur apna daaya (right) haath uske naak ke ek-dum kareeb thons diya.

"Sungh ise! Geheri saans le!" Sneha ne hukm diya. Rahul ne apni naak Sneha ki us khurduri aur bheeghi hui armpit mein ghusa di. Wahan ki smell Rani aur Pooja se bilkul alag thi—wo zyada 'pungent', sadi hui aur 'musky' thi. Shayad shave kiye hue hisse par pasina zyada der tak rukta tha, isliye wahan se ek aisi badbu aa rahi thi jo Rahul ka sir ghuma rahi thi.

"Malkin... bahut... bahut sadi hui smell hai," Rahul ne dard se karahkar kaha.

"Sadi hui nahi kutte, ye teri 'Oxygen' hai!" Sneha ne ek thahaka lagaya. "Ab apni gandi jeebh nikaal aur meri is khurduri skin ko chatna shuru kar. Mujhe ek-ek pore ka pasina tere pet mein chahiye!"

Rahul ne jaise hi apni jeebh Sneha ki armpit par lagani chahi, Sneha ne use ek jhatke se roka. "Ruk! Tera muh bahut sookh raha hai. Main tujhe thoda 'Lubricant' deti hoon."

Sneha ne apna muh khola aur ek bada, gaadha thook (spit) seedha apni hi armpit ke beech mein gira diya. Wo thook unke pasine ke saath milkar ek chipchipa mishran ban gaya. "Ab chat ise! Meri thook aur mera pasina tera nasta hai. Poora saaf hona chahiye!"

Rahul ne bina der kiye apni jeebh se wo thook aur pasina chaatna shuru kiya. Wo sadi hui smell aur thook ka chipchipa-pan uske gale mein utar raha tha. Usne apni jeebh unki armpit ke har ek kone mein ghis di. Wo khurdure baal, jo abhi nikal hi rahe the, uski jeebh par kaanton ki tarah chubh rahe the, lekin wo ruk nahi sakta tha. Sneha uske sar ko apni bagal mein daba kar use aur zor se lick karne par majboor kar rahi thi.

Ab Sneha ne apna baaya (left) haath uthaya aur Rahul ko ishara kiya. "Ab is side aa, harami or apni left armpit par bhi spit krti he

Jaise hi Rahul ne apna muh Sneha ki dusri armpit ke paas laya, Mrs. Pooja aur Rani dono khadi ho gayin. Un dono ke chehre par ek rakshasi muskurahat thi.

"Hum bhi is kutte ka nasta thoda badha dete hain," Mrs. Pooja ne kaha. Unhone apna muh Sneha ki bagal ke paas laya aur ek zor-dar spit (thook) wahan fenk diya. Rani ne bhi turant apna thook wahan gira diya. Ab Sneha ki baayi armpit un teeno Queens ki thook aur Sneha ke jogging ke pasine se lath-path thi. Dive into the world of Indian Femdom with our exclusive stories.

"Chalu ho ja kutte! Hum teeno ka nasha ek saath tere andar jana chahiye!" Rani ne chillakar kaha.

Rahul ne apni jeebh nikali, lekin use ghin aa rahi thi. Wo thoda hichkichaya, toh Mrs. Pooja ne piche se uske baal apni mutthi mein bhare aur uske sar ko zor se jhatka dekar Sneha ki bagal mein ghusa diya.

"Kamine! Teri himmat kaise hui rukne ki?" Pooja ne garaj kar kaha. Unhone Rahul ka sar pakad kar Sneha ki armpit par kisi pooche (mop) ki tarah ragadna shuru kar diya. Rahul ka pura chehra—uski aankhein, naak aur muh—un teeno ki thook aur pasine mein doob gaya.

Rahul ka dam ghut raha tha. Uske muh mein teeno malkinon ka 'saliva' aur Sneha ka kadwa pasina bhar gaya tha. Wo unki skin par apna chehra ragadte hue unka sara waste nigal raha tha.

"Zor se lick kar harami! Poora suck kar le!" Sneha ne karahkar kaha. Rahul ne apne hoth Sneha ki us khurduri skin par chipkaye aur zor se suction shuru ki. Wo unke pores se pasina khich raha tha, jabki Pooja aur Rani upar se us par has rahi thin aur use gaaliyan de rahi thin.

"Dekho ye college student kaise humari thook pee raha hai!" Rani ne uski peeth par laat maari. "Rahul, tu mard nahi hai, tu ek jeeta-jaagta toilet paper hai humare liye. Chat-chat kar saaf kar apni malkin ko!"

Rahul ne pure 15 minute tak Sneha ki un bagalon ko apni jeebh se chamkaya. Usne ek-ek qatra, ek-ek chipchipi boond ko apne muh mein liya aur nigal gaya. Jab wo side ek-dum dry aur saaf ho gayi, toh Sneha ne use jhatke se door fenk diya.

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