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Chapter 8
Main uske baal pakad kar sar uthaya.
“Achi randi. Ab uth. Bathroom chal.”
Bathroom mein le gaya.
Usne dheemi awaaz mein bola,
“Sir… mujhe piss karna hai… please…”
Main muskura diya. “Pehle mera.”
Main toilet par khada hua, usse bola, “Mera lund pakad. Aim kar.”
Usne sharm se haath aage badhaya, mera lund pakad liya – garam, thoda khada abhi bhi.
Us ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thi, chehra sikud gaya.
“Sir… yeh… bahut ganda hai… smell… please mat karwao…… yeh nahi kar sakti… haath gande ho jayenge…”
“Pakad aur aim kar, kutiya. Yeh teri nayi duty hai. Feel kar mera garam piss.”
Usne pakad kar aim kia.
Maine piss shuru kiya – garam, yellow stream toilet mein girne lagi, awaaz saaf aa rahi thi, uske haath par garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi, stream ki vibration uski ungliyon mein.Us ka chehra laal, ghin se naak sikud gayi.
“Sir… smell… bahut gandi hai… haath garam ho rahe hain… ghin aa rahi hai… please…”
Piss khatam hone ke baad maine bola, “Ab shake kar aur clean kar.”
Priya ka badan ekdum se sihar utha, jaise bijli ka jhatka laga ho.
Us ki ungliyan abhi bhi mera lund pakde hue thi, garam stream ki yaad abhi bhi uske haathon par mehsoos ho rahi thi – sticky, garmi wali feeling.
Usne lund ko dheere se hilaya – shake kiya
– lekin jab maine “muh se” bola, uska poora badan thithra gaya.
Us ki aankhein badi ho gayi, muh khula reh gaya, saans ruk gayi jaise woh koi darawna sapna dekh rahi ho.
Usne haath jhatke se peeche kheencha, lund chhod diya, ghutno par hi peeche hatne lagi, sar neeche kiya, dono haath muh par rakh liye jaise woh apne muh ko bacha rahi ho.
“Sir… nahi… please nahi…” uski awaaz bilkul toot gayi, kaanpti hui, chhoti si, dar se bhari.
“Main… main yeh nahi kar sakti… yeh… yeh ganda hai… piss ka taste… smell… mera muh… mera muh ganda ho jayega… please Sir… mat karwao…mai… main yeh sab nahi kar sakti… mera dil… dil ghabra raha hai… ulti aa rahi hai… please…”
Us ka badan zor zor se kaanp raha tha, jaanghein hil rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari, chehra safed pad gaya jaise khoon utar gaya ho.
Usne ghutno par hi peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin bathroom ki deewar se takra gayi, peeche nahi ja saki.
Usne dono haath muh par rakhe, sar jhukaya, roti hui boli,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh sabse badi beizzati hai… main nahi kar sakti… mera muh… mera muh abhi bhi kal raat ka taste le raha hai… piss… yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai… main mar jaungi sharm se… please Sir… kuchh aur saza do… lekin yeh nahi…”
Main uske baal pakde, zor se khinch kar uska chehra upar kiya
“Resistance? Abhi bhi?”Usne roti hui sar hilaya,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh nahi… main nahi kar sakti… ghin aa rahi hai… mera dil… dil bahar aa raha hai… please mat karwao… main kuchh bhi karungi… lekin yeh nahi…”
Main ne uske gaal par zor se thappad maara – ek tez awaaz gunji, uska chehra ek taraf hil gaya, laal nishaan pad gaya, usne cheekh maari, “Ahh!"
Dusra thappad – doosri taraf, aur tez.
Us ka chehra laal ho gaya, aansu zor se behne lage.
“Tu meri randi hai. Rules follow karegi. Muh khol, warna aur saza milegi – cane se gaand phad dunga, aur yeh video sabko bhej dunga – principal ko, tere ghar walon ko, police ko. Teri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.”
Usne cheekh maari, “Nahi Sir… please… mat bhejna… main… main kar lungi… lekin please dheere… mera muh… mera muh ganda ho jayega…”
Main ne uska sar pakad kar muh ke bilkul saamne lund laaya – supara abhi bhi geela, piss ka halka sa residue chamak raha tha.
“Jeebhi bahar nikaal. Clean kar.”
Usne kaanpte hue jeebh bahar nikaali, tip se supare ko chua – salty, garam, piss ka taste muh mein ghul gaya.
Usne gagging ki, chehra sikud gaya, naak sikud gayi, aankhein band kar li, badan zor se sihar utha.
“Sir… yeh… ghin… ulti aa rahi hai… please… mera muh… ganda ho raha hai…”
Main ne sar aage dhakka diya, lund muh mein daal diya.
“Clean kar poora. Tongue ghuma. Supare se le kar neeche tak.”
Usne roti hui tongue ghumayi, lund ke neeche se upar tak chaata, taste aur gehra ho gaya, muh mein garmahat fail gayi.
Saliva aur piss ka mila hua residue uske muh se tapak raha tha, chin par beh raha tha, boobs par gir raha tha.
Usne gagging ki, muh se awaaz nikli, lekin ruk nahi – darr se continue karti rahi, badan kaanp raha tha, aansu beh rahe the.Main ne baal pakad kar sar aage peeche kiya – dheere dheere mouth fucking, lekin ab clean karne ke liye.
Usne roti hui continue kiya, jeebh ghumati rahi, supare ko circle mein chaata, neeche tak.
Har thrust ke saath uska chehra aur sikud raha tha, ghin se badan hil raha tha, lekin woh ruk nahi pa rahi thi – darr, blackmail, saza ka khauf usse majboor kar raha tha.Aakhir mein maine lund bahar nikala, uske muh ko dekha – geela, saliva aur piss ka residue chamak raha tha, uska chehra aansuon aur saliva se bhara hua.
“Ab bol – thank you Sir, meri muh se lund clean karnay k lia.”
Usne roti hui, awaaz tooti hui, bola, “ thank you Sir, meri muh se lund clean karnay k lia…”
Main ne uske gaal par haath phera, laal nishaan par,
“Achi randi. Ab teri baari – pair faila kar khadi ho kar piss kar, mere saamne.”
Priya ka chehra ekdum se safed pad gaya, badan phir se sihar utha.
Usne dono haath apne choot par rakh liye, peeche hatne ki koshish ki, roti hui boli,
“Sir… please nahi… yeh… yeh aur bhi ganda hai… aapke saamne… main khud… khud piss karungi---- aapke saamne… please… privacy… main nahi kar sakti… mera badan jal raha hai sharm se… please mat karwao… yeh sab… yeh sabse badi beizzati hai…”
Us ki jaanghein zor zor se kaanp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari, chehra laal aur aansuon se geela.
“Pair faila. Abhi." Usne kaanpte hue pair failaye, choot saaf dikh rahi thi, jaanghein hil rahi thi.
Usne roti hui, sharm se aankhein band kar li, piss shuru kiya – garam stream neeche girne lagi, awaaz bathroom mein gunj rahi thi, uski jaanghein aur kaanp rahi thi, badan sihar raha tha.“Dekh, meri randi mere saamne piss kar rahi hai – pair faila kar, koi privacy nahi,” maine bola.
“Yeh rule hai ab – bathroom mein kuchh bhi chhupana nahi. Tera badan mera hai – piss bhi.”
Usne piss khatam kiya, ro rahi thi, “Sir… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… yeh sab… ghin aa rahi hai… main yeh nahi seh sakti… mera badan jal raha hai sharm se…”
Main ne uske gaal par haath phera, laal nishaan par,
“Achi randi. Ab uth. Shower kar. Phir breakfast bana.”
Usne sar hilaya, roti hui, badan kaanp raha tha, chehra aansuon se bhara, muh abhi bhi ganda mehsoos ho raha tha.
Woh uthi, bathroom ki taraf chali, lekin har kadam sharm aur ghin se bhari thi.
Usne socha, Yeh sab… disgusting hai… main yeh nahi kar sakti… mera muh ganda ho gaya… piss ka taste… smell… khud ke saamne piss karna… main mar jaungi sharm se… lekin darr se kar rahi hoon… jail, barbaadi…
Main uske baal pakad kar sar uthaya.
“Achi randi. Ab uth. Bathroom chal.”
Bathroom mein le gaya.
Usne dheemi awaaz mein bola,
“Sir… mujhe piss karna hai… please…”
Main muskura diya. “Pehle mera.”
Main toilet par khada hua, usse bola, “Mera lund pakad. Aim kar.”
Usne sharm se haath aage badhaya, mera lund pakad liya – garam, thoda khada abhi bhi.
Us ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thi, chehra sikud gaya.
“Sir… yeh… bahut ganda hai… smell… please mat karwao…… yeh nahi kar sakti… haath gande ho jayenge…”
“Pakad aur aim kar, kutiya. Yeh teri nayi duty hai. Feel kar mera garam piss.”
Usne pakad kar aim kia.
Maine piss shuru kiya – garam, yellow stream toilet mein girne lagi, awaaz saaf aa rahi thi, uske haath par garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi, stream ki vibration uski ungliyon mein.Us ka chehra laal, ghin se naak sikud gayi.
“Sir… smell… bahut gandi hai… haath garam ho rahe hain… ghin aa rahi hai… please…”
Piss khatam hone ke baad maine bola, “Ab shake kar aur clean kar.”
Priya ka badan ekdum se sihar utha, jaise bijli ka jhatka laga ho.
Us ki ungliyan abhi bhi mera lund pakde hue thi, garam stream ki yaad abhi bhi uske haathon par mehsoos ho rahi thi – sticky, garmi wali feeling.
Usne lund ko dheere se hilaya – shake kiya
– lekin jab maine “muh se” bola, uska poora badan thithra gaya.
Us ki aankhein badi ho gayi, muh khula reh gaya, saans ruk gayi jaise woh koi darawna sapna dekh rahi ho.
Usne haath jhatke se peeche kheencha, lund chhod diya, ghutno par hi peeche hatne lagi, sar neeche kiya, dono haath muh par rakh liye jaise woh apne muh ko bacha rahi ho.
“Sir… nahi… please nahi…” uski awaaz bilkul toot gayi, kaanpti hui, chhoti si, dar se bhari.
“Main… main yeh nahi kar sakti… yeh… yeh ganda hai… piss ka taste… smell… mera muh… mera muh ganda ho jayega… please Sir… mat karwao…mai… main yeh sab nahi kar sakti… mera dil… dil ghabra raha hai… ulti aa rahi hai… please…”
Us ka badan zor zor se kaanp raha tha, jaanghein hil rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari, chehra safed pad gaya jaise khoon utar gaya ho.
Usne ghutno par hi peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin bathroom ki deewar se takra gayi, peeche nahi ja saki.
Usne dono haath muh par rakhe, sar jhukaya, roti hui boli,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh sabse badi beizzati hai… main nahi kar sakti… mera muh… mera muh abhi bhi kal raat ka taste le raha hai… piss… yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai… main mar jaungi sharm se… please Sir… kuchh aur saza do… lekin yeh nahi…”
Main uske baal pakde, zor se khinch kar uska chehra upar kiya
“Resistance? Abhi bhi?”Usne roti hui sar hilaya,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh nahi… main nahi kar sakti… ghin aa rahi hai… mera dil… dil bahar aa raha hai… please mat karwao… main kuchh bhi karungi… lekin yeh nahi…”
Main ne uske gaal par zor se thappad maara – ek tez awaaz gunji, uska chehra ek taraf hil gaya, laal nishaan pad gaya, usne cheekh maari, “Ahh!"
Dusra thappad – doosri taraf, aur tez.
Us ka chehra laal ho gaya, aansu zor se behne lage.
“Tu meri randi hai. Rules follow karegi. Muh khol, warna aur saza milegi – cane se gaand phad dunga, aur yeh video sabko bhej dunga – principal ko, tere ghar walon ko, police ko. Teri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.”
Usne cheekh maari, “Nahi Sir… please… mat bhejna… main… main kar lungi… lekin please dheere… mera muh… mera muh ganda ho jayega…”
Main ne uska sar pakad kar muh ke bilkul saamne lund laaya – supara abhi bhi geela, piss ka halka sa residue chamak raha tha.
“Jeebhi bahar nikaal. Clean kar.”
Usne kaanpte hue jeebh bahar nikaali, tip se supare ko chua – salty, garam, piss ka taste muh mein ghul gaya.
Usne gagging ki, chehra sikud gaya, naak sikud gayi, aankhein band kar li, badan zor se sihar utha.
“Sir… yeh… ghin… ulti aa rahi hai… please… mera muh… ganda ho raha hai…”
Main ne sar aage dhakka diya, lund muh mein daal diya.
“Clean kar poora. Tongue ghuma. Supare se le kar neeche tak.”
Usne roti hui tongue ghumayi, lund ke neeche se upar tak chaata, taste aur gehra ho gaya, muh mein garmahat fail gayi.
Saliva aur piss ka mila hua residue uske muh se tapak raha tha, chin par beh raha tha, boobs par gir raha tha.
Usne gagging ki, muh se awaaz nikli, lekin ruk nahi – darr se continue karti rahi, badan kaanp raha tha, aansu beh rahe the.Main ne baal pakad kar sar aage peeche kiya – dheere dheere mouth fucking, lekin ab clean karne ke liye.
Usne roti hui continue kiya, jeebh ghumati rahi, supare ko circle mein chaata, neeche tak.
Har thrust ke saath uska chehra aur sikud raha tha, ghin se badan hil raha tha, lekin woh ruk nahi pa rahi thi – darr, blackmail, saza ka khauf usse majboor kar raha tha.Aakhir mein maine lund bahar nikala, uske muh ko dekha – geela, saliva aur piss ka residue chamak raha tha, uska chehra aansuon aur saliva se bhara hua.
“Ab bol – thank you Sir, meri muh se lund clean karnay k lia.”
Usne roti hui, awaaz tooti hui, bola, “ thank you Sir, meri muh se lund clean karnay k lia…”
Main ne uske gaal par haath phera, laal nishaan par,
“Achi randi. Ab teri baari – pair faila kar khadi ho kar piss kar, mere saamne.”
Priya ka chehra ekdum se safed pad gaya, badan phir se sihar utha.
Usne dono haath apne choot par rakh liye, peeche hatne ki koshish ki, roti hui boli,
“Sir… please nahi… yeh… yeh aur bhi ganda hai… aapke saamne… main khud… khud piss karungi---- aapke saamne… please… privacy… main nahi kar sakti… mera badan jal raha hai sharm se… please mat karwao… yeh sab… yeh sabse badi beizzati hai…”
Us ki jaanghein zor zor se kaanp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari, chehra laal aur aansuon se geela.
“Pair faila. Abhi." Usne kaanpte hue pair failaye, choot saaf dikh rahi thi, jaanghein hil rahi thi.
Usne roti hui, sharm se aankhein band kar li, piss shuru kiya – garam stream neeche girne lagi, awaaz bathroom mein gunj rahi thi, uski jaanghein aur kaanp rahi thi, badan sihar raha tha.“Dekh, meri randi mere saamne piss kar rahi hai – pair faila kar, koi privacy nahi,” maine bola.
“Yeh rule hai ab – bathroom mein kuchh bhi chhupana nahi. Tera badan mera hai – piss bhi.”
Usne piss khatam kiya, ro rahi thi, “Sir… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… yeh sab… ghin aa rahi hai… main yeh nahi seh sakti… mera badan jal raha hai sharm se…”
Main ne uske gaal par haath phera, laal nishaan par,
“Achi randi. Ab uth. Shower kar. Phir breakfast bana.”
Usne sar hilaya, roti hui, badan kaanp raha tha, chehra aansuon se bhara, muh abhi bhi ganda mehsoos ho raha tha.
Woh uthi, bathroom ki taraf chali, lekin har kadam sharm aur ghin se bhari thi.
Usne socha, Yeh sab… disgusting hai… main yeh nahi kar sakti… mera muh ganda ho gaya… piss ka taste… smell… khud ke saamne piss karna… main mar jaungi sharm se… lekin darr se kar rahi hoon… jail, barbaadi…
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Chapter 9
Priya bathroom se bahar nikli, badan abhi bhi geela tha, towel se saaf kiya hua lekin andar se ghin aur sharm ka bojh utar nahi raha tha.
Usne mirror mein apna chehra dekha – gaal par laal nishaan abhi bhi chamak rahe the, aankhein laal aur sooji hui, hoth kaanp rahe the.
Woh kitchen ki taraf chali, nangi hi, har kadam ke saath boobs hil rahe the, gaand par welts jal rahi thi, choot se abhi bhi kal raat ka ras dheere tapak raha tha.
Kitchen mein pahunch kar usne gas on kiya, anda fry karne lagi.
Pan mein tel garam ho raha tha, anda crack karte hue uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Usne anda pan mein daala, sizzle ki awaaz uthi, lekin uska dhyan kahin aur tha.
Woh stove ke saamne jhuk kar roti garam kar rahi thi, lekin andar ka yuddh chal raha tha – tez, bina ruke.
Usne socha, Kal raat… woh muh mein lund daala… main gagging kar rahi thi… aansu beh rahe the… phir piss… uska garam piss mere haathon par… smell… taste… aur phir muh se clean karna… maine resist kiya… maine mana kiya… lekin woh thappad maare… blackmail kiya… aur maine kar liya… mera muh ganda ho gaya… piss ka taste abhi bhi zubaan par hai…
Usne roti palti, lekin uski saans tez ho gayi.
Choot mein ek halki si spasm hui – ras dheere se tapakne laga, jaanghon ke beech garmi fail rahi thi.
Usne socha, Yeh kya… main soch rahi hoon us baat ko… woh beizzati… woh dard… woh control… aur meri choot geeli ho rahi hai? Nahi… yeh galat hai… main sharminda hoon… yeh sab disgusting hai… lekin… yeh garmi… yeh wetness… yeh kyun badh rahi hai?
Usne anda palatne ke liye spatula uthaya, lekin uski ungliyan slip ho gayi – pan se tel ki boond uski jaangh par giri, garam touch ne clit ko chhua, aur woh sihar uthi.
Usne socha, Woh mujhe dekh raha hoga… meri geeli choot… meri sharam… aur woh muskurayega… main ro rahi hoon andar se… lekin yeh soch kar… mera badan… mera badan react kar raha hai… nipples sakht ho rahe hain… yeh war hai andar… sharam bol rahi hai ruk ja… yeh galat hai… lekin maza… yeh craving… yeh badan mujhse jeet raha hai…
Usne anda plate mein daala, roti garam ki, chai banayi.
Har movement ke saath choot ke lips ragad rahe the, ras jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Usne socha, Yeh sharam… yeh beizzati… yeh control… main ise nafrat karti hoon… lekin andar kahin… bahut gehre… yeh mujhe pasand aa raha hai… yeh humiliation… yeh dard… yeh mazaa de raha hai… main yeh admit nahi kar sakti… lekin yeh sach hai… main deep down isse enjoy kar rahi hoon… yeh war… sharam haar rahi hai… aur yeh maza jeet raha hai…
Wo mera breakfast table par rakhne ke liye uthi, plate haathon mein le kar.
Usne socha, Main yeh sab kar rahi hoon… aur yeh geeli choot… yeh bol rahi hai ki main aur chahti hoon… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… lekin yeh barbaadi… yeh maza de rahi hai…
Main table par baitha, usse bola,
“Serve kar. Ghutno par aa kar.”
Usne ghutno par baith kar plate mere saamne rakhi, sar neeche kiya.
“Sir… aapka breakfast…”Main ne ek bite liya, phir bola,
“Ab tu kha. Floor se. Haath peeche rakh.”
Priya ka chehra ekdum se laal ho gaya, aankhein aansuon se bhar aayi.
Usne roti hui bola,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh bahut sharm ki baat hai… main floor se nahi kha sakti…… yeh… yeh beizzati hai…”
Main ne uske baal pakde, sar upar kiya.
“Kha. Abhi. Haath peeche. Yeh rule hai. Yaad rakh, tu ab meri kutiya hai. Floor se khaana tera haq hai.”
Usne roti hui haath peeche kiye, sirf muh se bowl ki taraf jhuki.
Anda muh mein daalte hue uska chehra sikud gaya, roti ko muh se kaat te hue sharm se aansu behne lage.
Usne socha, Yeh… yeh sab disgusting hai… floor se kha rahi hoon… jaise janwar… sharam se mar rahi hoon… lekin… meri choot… yeh phir geeli ho rahi hai… yeh beizzati… yeh control… yeh mujhe excite kar raha hai… nahi… yeh galat hai… main yeh nahi chahti… lekin yeh garmi… yeh wetness… yeh kyun?
Har bite ke saath uski saans tez hoti gayi.
Choot ke lips ragad rahe the, ras jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Usne socha, Main ro rahi hoon… sharam se… lekin yeh soch kar… yeh humiliation… yeh dard… mera badan mazaa le raha hai… nipples sakht ho rahe hain… choot se ras tapak raha hai… yeh war hai andar… sharam bol rahi hai ruk ja… lekin maza jeet raha hai… deep down… main yeh pasand kar rahi hoon… yeh beizzati… yeh mujhe garam kar rahi hai… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… lekin yeh barbaadi maza de rahi hai…
Main ne khaana khatam kiya, plate side mein rakhi.
Usne bowl bhi khatam kiya, floor par hi baithi rahi, badan kaanp raha tha, choot geeli aur bechain.
Priya bathroom se bahar nikli, badan abhi bhi geela tha, towel se saaf kiya hua lekin andar se ghin aur sharm ka bojh utar nahi raha tha.
Usne mirror mein apna chehra dekha – gaal par laal nishaan abhi bhi chamak rahe the, aankhein laal aur sooji hui, hoth kaanp rahe the.
Woh kitchen ki taraf chali, nangi hi, har kadam ke saath boobs hil rahe the, gaand par welts jal rahi thi, choot se abhi bhi kal raat ka ras dheere tapak raha tha.
Kitchen mein pahunch kar usne gas on kiya, anda fry karne lagi.
Pan mein tel garam ho raha tha, anda crack karte hue uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Usne anda pan mein daala, sizzle ki awaaz uthi, lekin uska dhyan kahin aur tha.
Woh stove ke saamne jhuk kar roti garam kar rahi thi, lekin andar ka yuddh chal raha tha – tez, bina ruke.
Usne socha, Kal raat… woh muh mein lund daala… main gagging kar rahi thi… aansu beh rahe the… phir piss… uska garam piss mere haathon par… smell… taste… aur phir muh se clean karna… maine resist kiya… maine mana kiya… lekin woh thappad maare… blackmail kiya… aur maine kar liya… mera muh ganda ho gaya… piss ka taste abhi bhi zubaan par hai…
Usne roti palti, lekin uski saans tez ho gayi.
Choot mein ek halki si spasm hui – ras dheere se tapakne laga, jaanghon ke beech garmi fail rahi thi.
Usne socha, Yeh kya… main soch rahi hoon us baat ko… woh beizzati… woh dard… woh control… aur meri choot geeli ho rahi hai? Nahi… yeh galat hai… main sharminda hoon… yeh sab disgusting hai… lekin… yeh garmi… yeh wetness… yeh kyun badh rahi hai?
Usne anda palatne ke liye spatula uthaya, lekin uski ungliyan slip ho gayi – pan se tel ki boond uski jaangh par giri, garam touch ne clit ko chhua, aur woh sihar uthi.
Usne socha, Woh mujhe dekh raha hoga… meri geeli choot… meri sharam… aur woh muskurayega… main ro rahi hoon andar se… lekin yeh soch kar… mera badan… mera badan react kar raha hai… nipples sakht ho rahe hain… yeh war hai andar… sharam bol rahi hai ruk ja… yeh galat hai… lekin maza… yeh craving… yeh badan mujhse jeet raha hai…
Usne anda plate mein daala, roti garam ki, chai banayi.
Har movement ke saath choot ke lips ragad rahe the, ras jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Usne socha, Yeh sharam… yeh beizzati… yeh control… main ise nafrat karti hoon… lekin andar kahin… bahut gehre… yeh mujhe pasand aa raha hai… yeh humiliation… yeh dard… yeh mazaa de raha hai… main yeh admit nahi kar sakti… lekin yeh sach hai… main deep down isse enjoy kar rahi hoon… yeh war… sharam haar rahi hai… aur yeh maza jeet raha hai…
Wo mera breakfast table par rakhne ke liye uthi, plate haathon mein le kar.
Usne socha, Main yeh sab kar rahi hoon… aur yeh geeli choot… yeh bol rahi hai ki main aur chahti hoon… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… lekin yeh barbaadi… yeh maza de rahi hai…
Main table par baitha, usse bola,
“Serve kar. Ghutno par aa kar.”
Usne ghutno par baith kar plate mere saamne rakhi, sar neeche kiya.
“Sir… aapka breakfast…”Main ne ek bite liya, phir bola,
“Ab tu kha. Floor se. Haath peeche rakh.”
Priya ka chehra ekdum se laal ho gaya, aankhein aansuon se bhar aayi.
Usne roti hui bola,
“Sir… please… yeh… yeh bahut sharm ki baat hai… main floor se nahi kha sakti…… yeh… yeh beizzati hai…”
Main ne uske baal pakde, sar upar kiya.
“Kha. Abhi. Haath peeche. Yeh rule hai. Yaad rakh, tu ab meri kutiya hai. Floor se khaana tera haq hai.”
Usne roti hui haath peeche kiye, sirf muh se bowl ki taraf jhuki.
Anda muh mein daalte hue uska chehra sikud gaya, roti ko muh se kaat te hue sharm se aansu behne lage.
Usne socha, Yeh… yeh sab disgusting hai… floor se kha rahi hoon… jaise janwar… sharam se mar rahi hoon… lekin… meri choot… yeh phir geeli ho rahi hai… yeh beizzati… yeh control… yeh mujhe excite kar raha hai… nahi… yeh galat hai… main yeh nahi chahti… lekin yeh garmi… yeh wetness… yeh kyun?
Har bite ke saath uski saans tez hoti gayi.
Choot ke lips ragad rahe the, ras jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Usne socha, Main ro rahi hoon… sharam se… lekin yeh soch kar… yeh humiliation… yeh dard… mera badan mazaa le raha hai… nipples sakht ho rahe hain… choot se ras tapak raha hai… yeh war hai andar… sharam bol rahi hai ruk ja… lekin maza jeet raha hai… deep down… main yeh pasand kar rahi hoon… yeh beizzati… yeh mujhe garam kar rahi hai… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… lekin yeh barbaadi maza de rahi hai…
Main ne khaana khatam kiya, plate side mein rakhi.
Usne bowl bhi khatam kiya, floor par hi baithi rahi, badan kaanp raha tha, choot geeli aur bechain.