Girlfreind ki freind ka Gulam: Indian femdom story (part-two)

Amit ki zindagi ka sabse bada mod jab wo apni mistress Neha ke bed ke beech phans jata hai. Kya Amit is gandi saza ko bardasht kar payega? Padhiye ye thrilling Indian femdom story ka naya chapter.

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Amit wahi sofa par ek dum sunn baitha tha, jaise uske jism se jaan nikal gayi ho. Uska poora wajood thar-thar kaanp raha tha. Jab Shivani thaili lekar andar aayi aur kitchen ki taraf gayi, toh Amit ki nigahein kisi gulam ki tarah Neha ke kamre ke band darwaje par tiki thi. Har guzarta lamha uske liye ek saza ban gaya tha. Usse lag raha tha ki abhi Neha darwaza kholegi, bahar aayegi aur Shivani ke samne uski sari "ghatiya" harkatein ugal degi. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usse apne kaano mein uski awaz sunai de rahi thi.

Shivani kitchen mein pasta banane mein masroof thi, wo gunguna rahi thi, par Amit ke liye wo sukoon ki dhun nahi balki maut ka sannata tha. Thodi der baad Shivani pasta ki plate lekar aayi. Usne bade pyar se Amit ke samne rakha aur boli, "Amit, garma-garam pasta kha lo, dekho tumhare liye kitni mehnat se banaya hai." Amit ne formality ke liye fork uthaya, par uska dhyaan us pasta se zyada Neha ke kamre ke darwaje par tha. Uske dimaag mein sirf wahi scene chal raha tha—Neha ka wo gusse wala chehra, wo bhuri aankhein jo ghrina se bhari thi, aur wo alfaz jo usne kahe the.

Amit ne ek-ek byte jese-tese apne gale se niche utari. Use pasta ka koi swaad nahi aa raha tha, uske liye wo mahez rassi chabane jaisa tha. Usne ummeed ki thi ki shayad pasta ki khushbu sunkar Neha bahar aayegi, aur kam se kam wo usse ek baar aur dekh payega. Par shayad Neha, Amit ki us "neech" harkat se, uski bathroom wali slipper chatne ki wajah se, itni zyada naraz aur disgusted thi ki usne bahar nikalna toh door, darwaze ki kundi tak nahi kholi.

Amit ko ab wahan baithna dushwar lag raha tha. Har second use darr lag raha tha ki agar Shivani ne Neha ko awaz lagayi aur Neha bahar aakar sab bol diya toh kya hoga. Usne turant ek bahana banaya, "Shivani, wo... mere ek dost ka call aaya tha, uske saath kahin bahar jana hai urgently. Main ab nikalta hoon." Shivani thodi nirash hui par usne mana nahi kiya. Amit tezi se flat se bahar nikla, jaise kisi jail se bhaga ho.

Jab Amit apne hostel ke room par pahuncha, toh usne sabse pehle darwaza andar se lock kiya aur bed par gir gaya. Par shanti kahan naseeb thi? Uske dimaag mein Neha ke wo shabd ek loop ki tarah baj rahe the: "Tere jaiso ke upar main apni gaand rakh kar hagna bhi pasand nahi karti hoon!" Ek aam ladke ke liye ye duniya ki sabse badi insult hoti, par Amit ke liye ye ek naya nasha tha. In shabdon ne uske andar ke submissive men ko aur bhi zyada excited kar diya tha. Wo aankhein band karta toh use Neha ki wo moti thighs aur uske bhari hips yaad aate. Usne socha, "Agar wo sach mein mujhse itni nafrat karti hai ki mere muh par hagna bhi pasand nahi karti, toh meri aukat uske samne kitni gir chuki hai?" Ye soch hi use ek ajeeb sa sukoon de rahi thi. Use ehsas ho raha tha ki wo Neha ki nazron mein ek keede se bhi gaya-guzra ban chuka hai, aur yahi toh wo chahta tha—apni mistress ke kadmon mein poora samarpan.

Sath hi, uski zabaan par abhi bhi Neha ki bathroom wali slipper ka wo salty aur ganda taste barkarar tha. Wo baar-baar apni zabaan se apne hothon ko lick kar raha tha, jaise wo us gande pani ke swaad ko hamesha ke liye pakad kar rakhna chahta ho. Usne poori raat karwate badalte hue bitayi, kabhi darr mein ki Shivani ko pata chal jayega, toh kabhi is khushi mein ki usne Neha ke samne apna asli roop rakh diya hai.

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Agle din subah Amit jab college gaya, toh uske paon kaanp rahe the. Usne socha ki aaj Shivani usse milte hi thappad maregi ya shayad rone lagegi. Use poora yakeen tha ki Neha ne raat ko sab kuch Shivani ko bata diya hoga. Uska chehra darr se peela pad gaya tha jab usne door se Shivani ko apni taraf aate dekha.

Lekin jab Shivani paas aayi, toh uske chehre par wahi purani, pyari smile thi. "Good morning Amit! Kal tum itni jaldi kyu chale gaye? Neha toh baad mein puch rahi thi tumhare bare mein," Shivani ne bade normal dhang se kaha.

Amit ko jaise naya jivan mil gaya ho. Usne chain ki saans li. Shivani ka nature bilkul pehle jaisa tha, jiska matlab saaf tha—Neha ne usse kuch nahi bataya tha. Amit ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si shanti chha gayi. Usne socha, "Neha ne sab dekh liya, meri aukat dekh li, mera ganda pan dekh liya... phir bhi usne Shivani ko kuch nahi bataya. Iska matlab kya hai?"

Usne apne mann mein ye bitha liya ki Neha ne shayad uske is secret ko, uske is gulam wale roop ko khamoshi se sweekar kar liya hai. Usne socha ki Neha ne jaan-बूझ kar Shivani ko nahi bataya taaki wo Amit ko apne dhang se "torture" kar sake ya shayad use apne personal gulam ke roop mein istemal kar sake. Neha ka ye raaz chhipana Amit ke liye kisi "order" se kam nahi tha. Usse lagne laga ki ab unke beech ek aisa rishta ban gaya hai jise duniya nahi janti, par jisme Neha uski "Mistress" hai aur wo uska "Personal Pet".

Amit ab pehle se zyada betaab tha us flat par dobara jane ke liye. Ab darr kam tha aur junoon zyada. Use lag raha tha ki Neha ki khamoshi uski taraf se ek harri jhandi hai ki wo Amit ko aur bhi zyada dominate karegi. Usne man hi man Neha ke pairon ki dhool ko yaad kiya aur agle mauke ki talash mein jut gaya, jahan wo bina kisi darr ke apni malkin ke kadmon mein gir sake.

Amit ke intezar ki ghadiyan khatam hone wali thi. Uska man jo pichle kuch dinon se Neha ki khamoshi aur uske milne ki tadap mein jhalak raha tha, use achanak ek sunhera mauka mil gaya. Metro city mein barish ka mausam shuru ho chuka tha aur bahar nikalna mushkil ho raha tha. Shivani ko apne ek zaroori assignment ki photocopy chahiye thi, par bahar tez baarish ko dekh kar usne Amit ko call kiya. "Amit, please kya tum mere liye ye photocopy la sakte ho? Bahar bahut zyada baarish hai aur mujhe kal hi ye submit karna hai. Main is mausam mein bahar nahi nikal paungi," Shivani ne requested lehze mein kaha.

Amit ke liye toh ye kisi lottery lagne jaisa tha. Wo toh bas bahana dhoond raha tha ki kab use us flat ki dehleez par kadam rakhne mile. Usne turant haan keh di aur jaise hi baarish thodi halki hui, wo photocopy lekar flat ki taraf nikal pada. Uske dimaag mein bas ek hi khayal tha—kya aaj Neha ghar par hogi?

Jab Amit flat par pahuncha, toh usne dekha ki bahar phir se tez garaj ke saath baarish shuru ho gayi hai. Shivani ne darwaza khola aur Amit ka shukriya ada kiya. Lekin Amit ki nigahein toh seedhe sofa par gayi. Wahan Neha baithi hui thi. Baarish ki wajah se wo bhi us din bahar nahi ja payi thi aur flat par hi ruki hui thi.

Amit ko dekhte hi wahi purana darr aur wahi ajeeb sa nasha uske jism mein daud gaya. Usne kaanpte hue aur halki awaz mein kaha, "H-hello Neha." Lekin Neha ne uski taraf ek nazar tak nahi dali. Usne Amit ko aise ignore kiya jaise wahan koi insaan nahi balki deewar khadi ho. Neha uthi aur bade hi rob (dominance) ke saath, bina kuch kahe, apne room mein chali gayi. Amit wahi sofa par baith gaya, uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki Neha usse ab bhi nafrat karti hai, aur yahi nafrat uske liye sabse bada inam thi.Bahar baarish rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Dekhte hi dekhte shaam se raat hone lagi. Amit baar-baar khidki se bahar dekhta, par har taraf paani hi paani tha. Usne ghar jaane ki sochi, par itni raat ko koi taxi ya auto milna namumkin tha. Usse tension hone lagi ki agar wo abhi nahi nikla toh hostel ka main gate band ho jayega aur use poori raat sadak par bitani padegi.

Shivani ne uski pareshani dekhi aur boli, "Amit, bahar bahut bura haal hai. Itni raat ko hostel jana safe nahi hai aur tum bheegh jaoge. Kyun itna tension lete ho? Aaj raat yahi so jao na."

Amit ye sun kar thoda hichkichaya. Usne socha ki ye mauka toh achha hai par Neha kya sochegi? Par phir uske andar ke gulam ne use uksaya ki agar wo yahan rukta hai, toh shayad use Neha ke aur kareeb rehne ka mauka mile. Usne thodi der sochne ka natak kiya aur phir Shivani ki baat maan li.

Lekin asli mod toh ab aane wala tha. Shivani ne flat ki halat dekhi aur thoda sochte hue boli, "Amit, ek problem hai jo tumko manage karni padegi. Is flat mein bed toh ek hi hai aur wo kaafi bada hai, lekin baat ye hai ki mujhe aur Neha ko, hum dono ko hi corner (kinare) par sone ki aadat hai. Humein beech mein neend nahi aati."

Shivani ne Amit ki taraf dekha aur pucha, "Agar tum beech mein so jao toh tumhe koi problem toh nahi hai na? Hum teeno ko ek hi bed par adjust karna padega."

Amit ka gala ek dum sookh gaya. Usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki wo us ladki ke saath ek hi bed par soyega jiske pairon ki slipper chatne ke liye wo pagal tha. Ek taraf Shivani hogi jo uski girlfriend hai, aur dusri taraf wo dominate Neha hogi jisne usse keede-makaude ki tarah treat kiya tha.

Amit ne hichkichate hue kaha, "N-nahi, mujhe koi problem nahi hai. Main manage kar lunga... main beech mein so jaunga."

Raat ke sannate mein, bahar baarish ki awaz ke beech, teeno sone ki taiyari karne lage. Amit bed ke beech mein let gaya. Uska jism bilkul sakht ho gaya tha. Uske left side mein Shivani leti thi, aur right side mein Neha.

Amit ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Neha usse thoda door hat kar leti hai, jaise wo kisi gandi cheez se bach rahi ho. Lekin us band kamre mein Neha ke jism ki khushbu, uske perfume aur unhi used socks ki halki si smell Amit ke dimaag par chadh rahi thi. Usne aankhen band ki par neend kahan aane wali thi? Wo toh bas is baat se hi excited ho raha tha ki uski malkin (Mistress) uske bilkul paas leti hui hai.

Amit ko lag raha tha ki wo duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb gulam hai. Usne apne dimaag mein bitha liya tha ki ye raat uske liye imtihan ki raat hai. Wo beech mein bilkul murde ki tarah leta raha, bina hile-duley, taaki Neha ko koi takleef na ho. Uske mann mein baar-baar wahi khayal aa rahe the ki kaash Neha neend mein apna ek pair uske upar rakh de, ya usse koi aisa order de de jo use uska gulam banne par majboor kar de.

Bahar ki baarish aur kamre ka wo sannata Amit ke junoon ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Wo janta tha ki Neha jaag rahi hai aur wo bhi shayad yahi soch rahi hogi ki ye "neech" ladka uske itne kareeb kaise leta hai. Amit ne decide kar liya tha ki wo poori raat nahi soyega, balki har us pal ko mehsoos karega jo use apni Mistress ke kareeb rehne ke liye mila hai.

Metro city ki us dhuandhaar baarish mein, us chhote se flat ke ek bed par, Amit apni zindagi ki sabse exotic aur ajeeb raat bita raha tha, jahan darr, sharm aur junoon ka ek ajeeb sa mishran tha.

Raat ka sannata metro city ke us flat mein gehra hota ja raha tha. Bahar baarish ki boondein abhi bhi kanch ki khidkiyon par dastak de rahi thi, lekin andar ka mahaul bilkul badal chuka tha. Amit bed ke beech mein leta hua tha, uske ek taraf Shivani thi aur dusri taraf wo dominate aur bold Neha. Ek ghanta beet chuka tha, lekin Amit ki aankhon mein neend ka nam-o-nishan nahi tha. Uska dimaag kisi tez raftaar train ki tarah daud raha tha.

Wo wahin leta hua ajeeb khayalon mein khoya raha. Usse pehle ehsaas nahi hua tha, kyunki halaat itni tezi se badle the, lekin ab yahan itne kareeb leta hua use samajh aaya ki shayad ye uska Neha ke itne kareeb hone ka aakhri aur ekmatra mauka tha. Usne socha ki agar aaj usne is situation ka fayda nahi uthaya, toh wo zindagi bhar regret karega. Neha ki wo bold personality aur uski "ayash" lifestyle Amit ko andar hi andar uksaa rahi thi.

Yeh khayal Amit ke mann mein bada hota gaya aur usne ek khatarnak plan banaya. Usne socha ki wo thoda-thoda khisak kar bed par niche ki taraf jayega aur Neha ke bhari hips (gaand) ke paas apna chehra le jayega. Uska maqsad tha Neha ki wo asli khushboo soonghna jo uske kapdon ke andar chhupi thi. Dono ladkiyan so rahi thi, unki steady saanson ki awaz se Amit ko laga ki ye sabse behtar mauka hai.

Amit ne aur hesitate nahi kiya. Wo dheere-dheere bistar par niche khisakne laga. Usne apne pair bed ke niche tang diye aur apna sir Neha ke plump hips ke paas le gaya. Wo apne plan ki success celebrate karne hi wala tha jab ek intense smell ne uski soch tod di. Yeh smell bed ke niche wale hisse se aayi—ek tez khatta pasine (sweat) ka smell aur baasi pairon ya purane gande socks jaisa bhayanak stench.

Amit ki naak is badbu se scrunch ho gayi. Use yaad aaya ki Shivani ne bataya tha ki Neha kitni laparwah hai. Yeh smell Neha ki taraf se hi aa rahi thi, lekin ab ye do guna buri lag rahi thi. Amit ne himmat nahi haari; usne dheere se chadar uthai aur apna muh Neha ke hips ke bilkul paas le ja kar chadar ke andar kar liya. Neha ke hips ke itne kareeb hone se Amit ka arousal (kaam-ukteshna) itni badh gayi ki wo is badbu ko ignore karne ke liye taiyar tha.

Amit aur aage badha. Jab uska sir Neha ke round hips ke bilkul kareeb pahuncha, toh uske crotch mein ek ajeeb garmi mehsoos hui. Aakhirkaar, uski naak Neha ke shorts ke fabric ko touch karne lagi. Amit thoda cocky ho gaya aur usne apni naak ko thoda aur un soft globes ke beech dabaya. Ab goal par pahunch kar usne socha ki ek gehri saans lekar Neha ki khushboo lega. Usne apni naak kholi aur—**Sniff!**

"Aargh!!" Amit ke dimaag mein ek dhamaka hua. Usne ek aur bura stench soongha. Amit ne socha tha ki Neha jaisi beautiful aur bold ladki ke hips ki khushboo phoolon jaisi hogi, par haqiqat bilkul ulti thi. Yeh smell sweat ka khatta-pan, gande underwear ka musty aur kisi purane kachre jaisa obnoxious stink ka mixture tha. Smell itna bura tha ki Amit ne involuntarily ek halki grunt ki aur thodi der ke liye stun ho gaya. Wo is bure smell se door hatne ki koshish karne hi wala tha ki achanak kuch aisa hua jisne uske hosh uda diye.

Amit ne mehsoos kiya ki ek mazboot hath uske sir ke peeche rakha gaya hai. Ek achanak force ne use aur aage Neha ke bade hips ke beech dhakel diya. Amit us pehle wale bhayanak stench mein puri tarah doob gaya. Phir andhere mein Neha ki sakht aur daantne wali awaz aayi:"Tumhe aisi cheezein nahi karni chahiye, Amit... dusron ke private areas mein naak dalna jab wo so rahe hote hain, ye bahut gandi baat hai," Neha ne ek dominating tone mein kaha.

Amit panic mein aa gaya. Wo jawab dena chahta tha, maafi mangna chahta tha, lekin darr ke maare uski awaz hi nahi nikal rahi thi. Neha ne uske sir ko itni zor se daba rakha tha ki use wahi gandi smell baar-baar leni pad rahi thi. Amit ke dil ki dhadkane itni badh gayi thi ki laga dil phat jayega, uska poora badan kaanp raha raha.

Phir Neha thode naram par teasing tone mein boli, "Khair... tum hamesha Shivani ki help karte ho aur itne dabu bane rehte ho, toh ye tumhe reward dene ka achha time hai. Jab tumhe mere hips ki smell itni pasand hai, toh main tumhe permission deti hoon ise jee bhar ke soonghne ki."

Pehle ye baat Amit ko khush kar deti, lekin ab ye use ek bhayanak saza lag rahi thi. Usne apna sir un hips ke crack se nikalne ki koshish ki, lekin Neha ka hath kisi shikanje ki tarah uske sir par jama tha. Amit ki thodi si movement ki wajah se uski naak ki tip Neha ke ass crack mein gehrai tak chali gayi. Beech mein bas ek patla sa pant/underwear tha.

"Hmmm, tumhe meri smell bahut pasand hai shayad, isliye itni gehrai tak naak dal rahe ho. Main wahan zyada safai nahi karti, toh wahan bahut gandi aur 'real' smell hogi," Neha ne haste hue kaha. Uska lehza bilkul ek malkin (Mistress) jaisa tha. "Tum shayad bade pervert ho jo is gandi smell ko itna pasand karte ho. Jab aisa hai, toh main tumhe aur bhi achha 'taste' karwati hoon."

Sentence ke khatam hote hi Amit ne mehsoos kiya ki Neha apne jism par zor laga rahi thi. Usne apne hips ko Amit ke muh par aur zor se dabaya aur phir—**Prrfftthh!**

Neha ne ek badi aur garam silent gas (fart) Amit ke muh par hi chhod di. Amit ki naak aur muh us garam aur badbudar hawa se bhar gaye. Wo dhuan itna teekha aur ganda tha ki Amit ka dum ghutne laga, par Neha ne uska sir nahi chhoda. Wo use us "ayash" aur "gandi" malkin ki asliyat chakhne par majboor kar rahi thi. Amit wahan dabba hua, us stench aur gas ke beech, puri tarah se Neha ke dominance ka shikar ho chuka tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki Neha ne use apna gulam sirf kehne ke liye nahi, balki apni har gandagi ko jhelne ke liye banaya hai.

Ek garam hawa Amit ke chehre pe aisi lagi jaise koi ganda blast hua ho. Neha ke jism se nikli woh garmi uske hosh udane ke liye kafi thi. Uske saath hi ek teekhi aur chubhne wali boo aayi—woh pakka tatti ki smell thi, jisme thodi sadti hui mulli ki gandh bhi mili hui thi. Yeh sirf paseene ki smell nahi thi, balki fresh gobar ka ek bhayanak attack tha jo Amit ke naak ke raste uske dimaag tak pahunch gaya tha.

Jab Amit ko ehsaas hua ki uske saath kya ho raha hai, usne socha ki apni saans rok le, par uske lungs mein hawa bharne ka mauka hi nahi tha. Neha ne uska sir itne zor se dabaya hua tha ki woh halak tak us gandi hawa mein doob gaya tha. Thodi der baad ghutan se Amit ki halat kharab hone lagi aur majboori mein use ek gehri saans leni padi.

“Ugh!” Amit ke muh se ek cough ki awaaz apne aap nikal gayi. Woh shocked mehsoos karne laga. Woh gandi boo uske muh mein ghusi aur uski zubaan pe taste aisa laga jaise usne baasi mulli ka paratha kha liya ho. Amit sochne laga, “Subha main kitna khush tha, itna khana khaya tha... par yeh nahi socha tha ki aise tatti ke dher ke beech phas jaunga!” Uska gala baar-baar uth raha tha, ulti ko control karna mushkil ho gaya tha. Regret se uska dil bhar gaya aur mann ekdum bhaari ho gaya.

Tabhi Neha ki awaaz aayi, “Ugghhh… main yeh sote waqt se rok rahi thi, Amit, kyunki tu bistar mein tha.” Neha ki awaaz mein ek rahat thi, par saath hi ek gehra taunt bhi chhupa tha. “Ab lag raha hai tere jaise pervert ke liye maine itna kyun socha!” usne aage kaha. Neha ki hansi gunji, “Tujhe yeh smell pasand hai na, pervert? Khush ho ja, mere paas aur bhi hai, aur ab har paad pehle wale se worse hoga!”

Amit andar se tension mein aa gaya. Woh sochne laga, “Yeh kya mulli ka hangover hai jo mujhe maar raha hai?” Usne aur zor se chhutne ki koshish ki, par tabhi ek aur garam hawa uske chehre se takrayi—**Phhsssthhhh**. Iss paad ki sound bhi gandi thi aur smell mein toh yeh pehle se bhi kahin zyada khatarnaak thi. Sadde hue ande ki boo ab us mulli-gobar ke mix mein shamil ho gayi thi. Amit ke poore airways mein yeh smell phans gayi, bhagne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Uske muh se ek chhoti si cheekh nikalne ko thi, par woh Neha ke hips ke beech dab gayi.

“Hahhh, yeh thoda risky tha,” Neha ne casually kaha jaise use bahut mazaa aa raha ho. “Shayad maine thoda zyada push kar diya,” usne muskura ke bola. Amit sochne laga, “Yeh kya bol rahi hai?” Darr aur ghin dono se uska mann bhar gaya. Ek ajeeb si bechaini chha gayi. “Khair, meri toh luck achhi hai,” Neha ne mazak mein kaha. “Ek aisa pervert mila jo meri gaand ka fan hai chadar ke neeche.”

Neha ne halki si “ahh” ki awaaz ki aur phir ek ajeeb si “prrt-prrt” sound aayi. Uske baad agle 10 second tak usne ek lambi phsssssssssssssssss-phssssssssssssss wali paad chhodi. Amit ko bahut irritated mehsoos ho raha tha; badboo itni gandi thi ki koi bhi sadharan insaan ulti kar deta. Uske dil mein thodi si nafrat jagi—un paratho ke liye jo Neha ne khaye the aur jinhone Amit ko is mess mein daal diya tha.

Tabhi Neha ka order aaya, “Chal ab pant neeche kar!” Amit bilkul nahi sunne wala tha. Usne Neha ke paad ka taste already chakh liya tha, ab nangi gaand ka sochkar hi uska pet ghoom gaya. Usne escape ka plan chhod diya aur socha ki ab Shivani (Kasak ka equivalent) ke uthne tak wait karega. Yahi ek rasta tha freedom ka, bas thodi der aur bardasht karna tha. Par tabhi Neha boli, “Hmm? Ab cooperate nahi kar raha, Amit?”

“Choice bhi hai kya tere paas abhi?” Neha ne giggle karte hue pucha. Amit ko bura lagne laga, darr uske dil mein baith gaya. Neha aage boli, “Ya shayad soch raha hai Shivani uth jayegi toh tu bhaag jayega? Haha, kitna naive hai tu Amit! Kya sochta hai, Shivani kya karegi jab main usse bolungi... ki uska boyfriend chadar ke neeche ghus kar meri gaand sungh raha tha?”

Amit ka dil ekdum doob gaya. Use pata tha ki agar Neha ne Shivani ko yeh bola, toh woh 100% believe karegi. Shivani ke liye Neha ka trust sabse upar tha. Agar use yeh pata chala, toh dosti aur rishta sab khatam ho jayega. Social circle mein bhi beizzati hogi. Parents ki nazron mein girne ka darr aur career ka tension Amit ke pet mein ek khaali sa gadda banane laga. Use realize hua—ab uske paas koi choice nahi hai. Neha jo bolegi, use karna hi padega. Uska poora control Amit par tha. Aur na jaane kyun, is darr ke beech thodi si excitement bhi jag rahi thi.

Neha ne Amit ka struggle band hote dekha. “Good, lagta hai situation samajh aa gayi tujhe,” usne kaha. “Ab pant neeche kar, Amit! Aur meri gaand clean kar like a good little slave!” Aakhri shabd se Amit ke pet mein jhatka laga. Par yeh excitement zyada der nahi chali, kyunki ek gehri saans lete hi use phir se tatti ki boo yaad aa gayi.

Dheere se Amit ke haath Neha ke sweatpants ke kinaare tak gaye. Usne elastic pakad kar dheere-dheere neeche kheenchna shuru kiya. Pant Neha ki shandaar gaand pe se slide hui, elastic stretch hua. Ab sirf panties reh gayi thi, aur gaand se aane wali boo ekdum intense ho gayi. Jaise hi pant hati, ek hara sa gas cloud chhuta. Amit ka face ghin se scrunch ho gaya aur aankhein band ho gayi. “Boo itni gandi thi ki ulti hone wali thi,” usne socha.

Chadar ke neeche andhera tha, par Neha ki gaand ka ubhaar Amit ko mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise zindagi ka sabse ganda chapter shuru ho gaya ho. Amit ne socha, “Kaash normal scene hota, toh yeh skin chhune ka maza kuch aur hota, ab yeh kya haal hai!” Ek teekhi tatti ki boo uske senses pe hamla kar rahi thi. Neha ne jaan-boojh kar chadar ka kinara Amit ke chehre se cover kar diya tha taki ventilation na ho paye. Upar se Neha ne apna hath chadar ke andar se hi Amit ke sir ke peeche rakh diya aur use dabane lag gayi. Neha ke nakhun thode bade the jo Amit ko chubh rahe the.

Amit ki naak ab panty se sat gayi thi—wahan kuch geela sa mehsoos hua. Ghin se uska muh band ho gaya aur saans ruk gayi. Woh muh hata nahi sakta tha kyunki Neha ki pakad bahut mazboot thi. Sharam aur bebasi ke beech Amit ne apne haath se naak ke upar unglion se pocha, aur jab unhe smell kiya toh seedha tatti ki boo aayi. Uska dimaag blank ho gaya. Pata nahi kyun, par khud-ba-khud Amit ne apni woh ungli chat li.

Wahan tatti ke pehle ka mucus jaisa texture tha aur taste ek dum teekha aur kadwa laga—jaise mirchi aur karela saath mein kha liya ho. Amit khud pe shocked tha. Tabhi Neha ne hukum diya, “Uncomfortable lag raha hai tatti gaand pe laga kar letna... toh clean kar, ass slave! Aur muh se kar—mere liye zyada pleasurable hai!” Neha ki awaaz mein masti thi, Amit ko laga woh uska khilona ban gaya hai.

“Hurry!” Neha ne sakht awaaz mein kaha. Amit ne majboori mein himmat jutayi, uske haath kaanp rahe the. Usne panty bhi neeche kar di. Dheere se apni zubaan bahar nikali aur sir Neha ki nangi gaand ki taraf badhaya. Uske zubaan ne kuch garam aur naram chhua, aur taste buds pe ek dhamaka hua. Ek ganda taste Amit ke chehre ko tedha kar gaya. Tatti ka taste bilkul waisa hi tha jaisa usne apni ungli se chata tha. Khud pe gussa aa raha tha, par woh ruk nahi sakta tha. Usne apni zubaan wapas kheenchi, thodi tatti uske lips pe lagi aur baaki uske muh ke andar chali gayi. Muh teekhe taste se bhar gaya tha. Amit ko samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare, par ant mein usne himmat karke apne muh ke andar ki woh tatti nigal li.

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