Adultery A teacher - Sexually Broken

[No1One7]

Chapter 3

Main unhe ghutno par baithi dekh raha tha.
Unki gehri saansein seene ko uparneeche kar rahi thi.
Room mein sirf table lamp ki halki roshni thi, jo unki caramel skin par chamak daal rahi thi.
Unke khule baal peeth par fail kar unki kamar tak pahunch rahe the.
Pallu neeche sarakne ki wajah se unki gehri cleavage poori tarah se dikh rahi thi.
Dono bade boobs blouse mein dab kar bahar aane ko bekaraar lag rahe the.Main unke bilkul saamne khada ho gaya.
Meri pant mein lund pehle se hi tight ho chuka tha unki khushboo aur bebasiyat se.“Utho,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha.Woh dheere se khadi hui.
Aankhein neeche rakhe hue, lekin hoth abhi bhi dabaye hue the.“Ab tum apne kapde utarogi. Poore. Ek ek kar ke. Mere saamne.”Unhone sar uthaya.
Aankhon mein ek pal ke liye gussa bhadka.
“Nahi, Aryan. Yeh nahi karungi. Tum jo karna hai kar lo, screenshot bhej do, lekin main nangi nahi hungi.”Main muskura diya aur phone nikala.
“Theek hai, meri randi. Main abhi email draft kar deta hoon. Principal ko bhej dunga, aur agar virodh kiya toh saza bhi milegi, gaand par zor ke thappad, jab tak laal na ho jaaye.”Unki saansein ruk si gayi.
Woh phone ki screen ko dekhti rahi jab main principal ka email address type karne laga.
Unka chehra laal ho gaya, haath kaanpne lage.“Ruko…” dheemi awaaz mein boli.Main ruk gaya, phone unke saamne kiye hue.
“Kapde utaro. Warna send button dab jaayega, aur upar se saza bhi.”Unhone ek lambi saans li, aankhein band ki.
Phir dheere se pallu side mein sarkaya.
Saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya.
Ab unka poora blouse aur pet saaf dikh raha tha. Navel gehra aur sexy.Phir unhone saree ke pleats khole. Dheere dheere, jaise majbooran.
Saree poori neeche gir gayi.
Ab woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi.
Unke motte hips petticoat mein tight the, shape poora dikhai de raha tha.“Blouse,” maine kaha.Unhone peeche haath le ja kar hooks khole.
Har hook khulte waqt unki saansein aur tez hoti gayi.
Blouse khul gaya aur unhone use shoulders se sarkaya.
Ab woh black lacy bra mein thi.
Unke 36D se bade boobs bra mein mushkil se samaye hue, upar se ubhaar aur cleavage itna gehra ki mera lund poora khada ho gaya.Main unke paas gaya aur bra ke strap par ungli ferte hue bola,
“Dekho kitni tight bra pehni hai meri randi teacher ne. Jaise jaanbujh kar mujhe excite karna chahti thi.”Unhone sharma kar nazar neeche ki, lekin nipples bra ke andar se aur sakht ho gaye.“Bra bhi utaro.”Unhone bra ke hook peeche se khole, lekin haath rok diya.
“Please… Aryan… yeh mat karwao,” unki awaaz mein ab virodh ke saath saath guzarish thi.“Utar do,” maine sakht awaaz mein kaha aur unke nipple par bra ke upar se ungli fer di.
Woh sihar gayi.
“Ya main khud utaar doonga, aur phir saza milegi gaand par.”Unhone aankhein band ki aur bra ke hooks khol diye.
Bra neeche girte hi unke bade bade boobs azaad ho gaye.
Gol, bhare hue, dark brown nipples ab poore khade, jaise badan betray kar raha ho.

Woh dono haathon se boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin poora nahi chhupa pa rahi thi.“Haath neeche karo, meri randi,” maine kaha.Unhone majbooran haath neeche kiye.
Ab unke boobs poore nange mere saamne the, halke se hilte hue har saans ke saath.



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“Petticoat.”Unhone petticoat ka naada khola. Woh neeche gir gaya.
Ab woh sirf black lacy panty mein thi.
Unki jaanghein mulayam aur lambi, hips gol aur bharavdar.

Panty unki gaand par tight thi, aur aage se unki choot ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, beech mein halki si geeli line dikh rahi thi.Main ungli se panty ke upar se choot par ferte hue bola,
“Dekho, meri randi kitni geeli ho gayi hai sharm se. Badan keh raha hai kuchh aur.”Unhone thighs jod li, sharma kar.“Panty bhi.”Unhone mujhe dekha, aankhon mein aansoon aa gaye.
“Aryan… please… bas kar do.”Main phone ka camera silently on kiya aur unke saamne kiya, jaise photo lene ko taiyaar.Woh turant samajh gayi aur panty ke sides pakad liye.Unhone panty dheere se neeche sarkayi.
Panty pairon se nikalte hi woh poori nangi khadi thi mere saamne.Unki choot neatly trimmed thi, moti pinkish-brown lips ab khul kar geele dikhai de rahe the.
Unki gaand gol aur tight, peeth se hips tak perfect curve.Woh dono haathon se apni choot aur boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, badan kaanp raha tha, aankhein neeche.Main phone utha kar unki nangi tasveerein lene laga, front, side, back, close-up boobs aur choot ka.




Flash on tha, har click se woh sihar rahi thi.“Ab yeh photos bhi mere paas hain, meri randi,” maine kaha.




“Ab virodh kiya toh yeh bhi use karunga. Ab tum poori tarah se meri ho.”Unhone kuchh nahi bola, sirf chupchap khadi rahi, nangi, sharm aur nafrat se bhari aankhon se mujhe dekhti hui.Main jaanta tha, ab woh tootne ki taraf badh rahi thi.
Raat abhi bahut lambi thi.

 

[Wildm]

Nice update

 

[Iron Man]

Chapter 3

Main unhe ghutno par baithi dekh raha tha.
Unki gehri saansein seene ko uparneeche kar rahi thi.
Room mein sirf table lamp ki halki roshni thi, jo unki caramel skin par chamak daal rahi thi.
Unke khule baal peeth par fail kar unki kamar tak pahunch rahe the.
Pallu neeche sarakne ki wajah se unki gehri cleavage poori tarah se dikh rahi thi.
Dono bade boobs blouse mein dab kar bahar aane ko bekaraar lag rahe the.Main unke bilkul saamne khada ho gaya.
Meri pant mein lund pehle se hi tight ho chuka tha unki khushboo aur bebasiyat se.“Utho,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha.Woh dheere se khadi hui.
Aankhein neeche rakhe hue, lekin hoth abhi bhi dabaye hue the.“Ab tum apne kapde utarogi. Poore. Ek ek kar ke. Mere saamne.”Unhone sar uthaya.
Aankhon mein ek pal ke liye gussa bhadka.
“Nahi, Aryan. Yeh nahi karungi. Tum jo karna hai kar lo, screenshot bhej do, lekin main nangi nahi hungi.”Main muskura diya aur phone nikala.
“Theek hai, meri randi. Main abhi email draft kar deta hoon. Principal ko bhej dunga, aur agar virodh kiya toh saza bhi milegi, gaand par zor ke thappad, jab tak laal na ho jaaye.”Unki saansein ruk si gayi.
Woh phone ki screen ko dekhti rahi jab main principal ka email address type karne laga.
Unka chehra laal ho gaya, haath kaanpne lage.“Ruko…” dheemi awaaz mein boli.Main ruk gaya, phone unke saamne kiye hue.
“Kapde utaro. Warna send button dab jaayega, aur upar se saza bhi.”Unhone ek lambi saans li, aankhein band ki.
Phir dheere se pallu side mein sarkaya.
Saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya.
Ab unka poora blouse aur pet saaf dikh raha tha. Navel gehra aur sexy.Phir unhone saree ke pleats khole. Dheere dheere, jaise majbooran.
Saree poori neeche gir gayi.
Ab woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi.
Unke motte hips petticoat mein tight the, shape poora dikhai de raha tha.“Blouse,” maine kaha.Unhone peeche haath le ja kar hooks khole.
Har hook khulte waqt unki saansein aur tez hoti gayi.
Blouse khul gaya aur unhone use shoulders se sarkaya.
Ab woh black lacy bra mein thi.
Unke 36D se bade boobs bra mein mushkil se samaye hue, upar se ubhaar aur cleavage itna gehra ki mera lund poora khada ho gaya.Main unke paas gaya aur bra ke strap par ungli ferte hue bola,
“Dekho kitni tight bra pehni hai meri randi teacher ne. Jaise jaanbujh kar mujhe excite karna chahti thi.”Unhone sharma kar nazar neeche ki, lekin nipples bra ke andar se aur sakht ho gaye.“Bra bhi utaro.”Unhone bra ke hook peeche se khole, lekin haath rok diya.
“Please… Aryan… yeh mat karwao,” unki awaaz mein ab virodh ke saath saath guzarish thi.“Utar do,” maine sakht awaaz mein kaha aur unke nipple par bra ke upar se ungli fer di.
Woh sihar gayi.
“Ya main khud utaar doonga, aur phir saza milegi gaand par.”Unhone aankhein band ki aur bra ke hooks khol diye.
Bra neeche girte hi unke bade bade boobs azaad ho gaye.
Gol, bhare hue, dark brown nipples ab poore khade, jaise badan betray kar raha ho.

Woh dono haathon se boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin poora nahi chhupa pa rahi thi.“Haath neeche karo, meri randi,” maine kaha.Unhone majbooran haath neeche kiye.
Ab unke boobs poore nange mere saamne the, halke se hilte hue har saans ke saath.



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“Petticoat.”Unhone petticoat ka naada khola. Woh neeche gir gaya.
Ab woh sirf black lacy panty mein thi.
Unki jaanghein mulayam aur lambi, hips gol aur bharavdar.

Panty unki gaand par tight thi, aur aage se unki choot ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, beech mein halki si geeli line dikh rahi thi.Main ungli se panty ke upar se choot par ferte hue bola,
“Dekho, meri randi kitni geeli ho gayi hai sharm se. Badan keh raha hai kuchh aur.”Unhone thighs jod li, sharma kar.“Panty bhi.”Unhone mujhe dekha, aankhon mein aansoon aa gaye.
“Aryan… please… bas kar do.”Main phone ka camera silently on kiya aur unke saamne kiya, jaise photo lene ko taiyaar.Woh turant samajh gayi aur panty ke sides pakad liye.Unhone panty dheere se neeche sarkayi.
Panty pairon se nikalte hi woh poori nangi khadi thi mere saamne.Unki choot neatly trimmed thi, moti pinkish-brown lips ab khul kar geele dikhai de rahe the.
Unki gaand gol aur tight, peeth se hips tak perfect curve.Woh dono haathon se apni choot aur boobs chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, badan kaanp raha tha, aankhein neeche.Main phone utha kar unki nangi tasveerein lene laga, front, side, back, close-up boobs aur choot ka.




Flash on tha, har click se woh sihar rahi thi.“Ab yeh photos bhi mere paas hain, meri randi,” maine kaha.




“Ab virodh kiya toh yeh bhi use karunga. Ab tum poori tarah se meri ho.”Unhone kuchh nahi bola, sirf chupchap khadi rahi, nangi, sharm aur nafrat se bhari aankhon se mujhe dekhti hui.Main jaanta tha, ab woh tootne ki taraf badh rahi thi.
Raat abhi bahut lambi thi.

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[No1One7]

Chapter 4

Woh poori nangi mere saamne khadi thi, badan kaanp raha tha.
Haath apne boobs aur choot chhupane ki nakam koshish mein the.
Maine sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Haath neeche kar, meri randi. Sab kuchh dikha.”Usne majbooran haath neeche kar diye.
Us ki gehri saansein seene ko uparneeche kar rahi thi, nipples poore khade, choot geeli chamak rahi thi.Main uske bilkul paas gaya, uski chin pakad kar sar uthaya.
“Ab main tujhe chhuunga, meri randi. Aur tu jhelegi, lekin jhadegi nahi jab tak main na kahun. Yeh tera badan ab mera hai – har hissa mera khelne ka, mera todne ka.”
Usne sharm se nazar neeche ki, lekin badan garam tha.Maine uske boobs pakad liye – dono haathon se masalte hue, nipples pinch karte hue.
Usne siski li, lekin muh band rakha.

“Kitne bade bade boobs hain meri randi teacher ke,” maine bola.
“Class mein chhupati thi, lekin ab mere haathon mein hain.”
Main zor se masalta raha, nipples ko twist karte hue, uski gaand par haath ferte hue, cheeks dabate hue.
Us ki gaand moti aur tight thi, maine ungli beech mein fer di.
“Kitni moti gaand hai teri, meri randi. Chalte waqt hilti thi class mein, mera lund khada karti thi. Ab yeh gaand meri saza dene ke liye hai.”
Wo ro rahi thi, “Aryan… bas… yeh galat hai…”Main neeche haath le gaya, uski choot par ungli ferne laga – lips alag kar clit ragadne laga.
Us ki choot geeli thi, ungli aaram se andar chali gayi.Us ki saansein tez ho gayi, lekin woh chup rahi, honth dabaye hue.Maine do ungliyan andar daal di aur tez tez karne laga, clit ko thumb se zor se dabate hue.Us ki kamar halki si hilne lagi, pair kaanpne lage, lekin chehre par sakht expression – jaise jhadna nahi chahti dikha kar.Jab woh bilkul kareeb thi, maine uske clit par zor se pinch kiya.Usne ek dam se mera haath push kar diya, peeche hat gayi aur gusse mein boli,
“Bas karo Aryan! Yeh sab band karo! Tumhe sharm nahi aati? Main tumhari teacher hoon, aur tum yeh sab kar rahe ho? Main yeh nahi sahungi!”Usne haath se mujhe dhakka diya, aankhon mein gussa aur sharm mila hua.Main ek pal ke liye ruk gaya, phir aankhon mein gussa bhadak utha.
“Virodh kar rahi hai, meri randi? Muj par haath uthaya? Ab dekh kya hota hai.
”Usne peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin maine uske baal pakad kar kheench liya.Main phone nikala aur email app khol kar principal ka address type karne laga, attachment mein uski nangi photos add kar di aur doosra evidence bhi: school ke charity fund se chhoti amount uske personal account mein transfer ka screenshot (transaction ID, timestamp sab clear).“Ab yeh sab bhej deta hoon – charity fund ki chori ka proof aur tere nange photos – principal ko, staff group ko, police ko bhi. Teri job gayi, jail bhi ho sakti hai embezzlement ke liye, izzat gayi, ghar wale dekh lenge, sab khatam.”Usne phone dekha, uska chehra safed pad gaya.
Wo rone lagi, zor zor se, ghutno par gir gayi aur mere pairon par haath rakh kar beg karne lagi,
“Aryan… please… mat bhejo! Main mar jaungi… meri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi! Sorry… main galat thi… please ruk jao… main jo kahoge woh karungi… please mat bhejo! Main aapki randi ban jaungi, aapki gulam, kuchh bhi… bas mat bhejo!”Uske aansoon mere pairon par gir rahe the, woh ro ro kar beg kar rahi thi, badan kaanp raha tha.Main phone band kiya aur bola, “Theek hai. Lekin pehle saza.”Maine uske baal pakad kar usse god mein lita diya, uski gaand mere lap par.Pehle haath se spanking – zor zor se thappad, 10 zor ke.
Pehla thappad left cheek par – zor ki awaaz, uski gaand hil gayi, woh cheekh padi, “Ahh… dard ho raha hai!”Doosra right cheek par – laal nishaan ban gaya.
Usne roti hui kaha, “Sorry… Aryan…”Teesra aur zor ka – woh zor se cheekhi.
Har thappad par main bolta, “Meri randi, virodh ki saza hai yeh.”Chautha – uski gaand laal hoti ja rahi thi, dard se uska badan ukad raha tha.Paanchwa – woh beg karne lagi,
“Please… bas… main maan gayi…”Chhetha – zor ka, woh ro padi.Saatva – gaand jal rahi thi.Aathva – usne kaha,
“Main aapki randi hoon… please ruk jao…”Nauwa – dard se aankhein band.Dasva – aakhir mein uski gaand poori laal, garam, swollen.





Phir maine leather strap uthaya – thick, heavy wala – aur 10 strokes diye.

Pehla strap stroke – zor ki awaaz, uski gaand par broad laal mark, woh zor se cheekh padi, “Ahhhhh! Aryan… mat… strap se bahut dard hai!

”Doosra – right cheek par, skin par deep red line.
Usne beg kiya,
“Please… strap nahi… dard seh nahi pa rahi…

”Teesra – left par, woh ro padi.Chautha – zor ka, uska badan hil gaya.

Paanchwa – usne kaha,
“Main aapki gulam hoon… please bas…

”Chata – welts ubhar aaye.

Saatva – woh cheekh rahi thi non-stop.

Aathva – dard se uske pair kaanp rahe the.
Nauwa – usne mana,
“Main kuchh bhi karungi… please bas…”

Dasva – aakhri, uski gaand strap marks se bhari, laal aur bruised.





Phir cane uthayi – 10 stroke.
Pehla stroke – thin cane se, uski gaand par seedhi laal line, woh zor se cheekh padi, “Ahhhhh! Aryan… mat…!”

Doosra – right cheek par, welts banne lage.





Usne beg kiya,
“Please… cane nahi… dard seh nahi pa rahi…”
Teesra – left par, woh ro padi.
Chautha – zor ka, uska badan hil gaya.

Paanchwa – usne kaha,
“Main aapki gulam hoon… please bas…”



Chata – welts ubhar aaye.Saatva – woh cheekh rahi thi non-stop.Aathva – dard se uske pair kaanp rahe the.Nauwa – usne mana,
“Main kuchh bhi karungi… please bas…





”Dasva – aakhri, uski gaand welts se bhari, laal aur purple.


Uske baad maine kaha, “Ab murgha ban, meri randi. 30 minute tak.”Usne roti hui position li – squatting, haath kaanon se pakad kar.




Gaand par dard se har minute sihar rahi thi, welts jal rahe the.“Ek teacher murgha ban rahi hai apne student ke saamne,” maine bola, phone se record karte hue.
“Yeh video bhi add ho sakta tha blackmail mein.”Usne roti hui bola, “Bahut sharm aa rahi hai… main teacher hoon, murgha ban rahi hoon…”30 minute baad woh thak kar gir padi.Main usse uthaya.




“Ab phir se edging. Khud finger kar, meri randi. Is baar virodh mat karna.”Usne ab chupchap bed par let gayi, pair alag, haath choot par le gayi.
Ungliyan andar daal kar edging karne lagi – dheere tez, clit ragadte hue.Us ki saansein tez, badan kaanp raha tha, lekin woh muh band rakhi.



Main phone se record kar raha tha, “Yeh video bhi mere paas rahega, meri randi.”Woh ro padi, lekin finger karti rahi, craving se toot gayi.Main dekhta raha, uska psychological break hota dekh kar khush.

 

[sai viswesh]

Nice story.please update

 

[Ajay8086]

Pls update

 

[No1One7]

 

[Shetan]

‎Chapter 2
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‎School ka aakhri din tha. Bells baj chuki thi, corridors khali ho chuke the, aur main jaanbujh kar apna bag dheere pack kar raha tha. Mrs. Priya Sharma apni desk par baithi papers check kar rahi thi. Woh aaj ek deep maroon saree pehne hue thi, blouse itna tight ki unke badebade boobs har saans ke saath dheere uparneeche ho rahe the, jaise kapda unki mulayam garam skin ko aur dabana chahta ho. Baal jude mein bandhe the, lekin kuchh laten gale par aa kar latak rahi thi, unki caramel neck ko chhute hue. Woh bilkul akeli thi, jaise har roz hoti hain, kyunki woh divorced hain aur ghar mein koi intezaar karne wala nahi.Kuchh hafte pehle maine blackmail material haasil kiya tha. Ek din computer lab mein late baitha tha, project ke naam par. Lab mein ek computer par koi staff member, shayad accounts clerk ya principal ka assistant, admin panel khula chhod gaya tha. Session logged in tha, logout karna bhool gaya. Main us computer par baitha aur curiosity mein accounts section open kiya. Wahan mujhe irregularity dikhi, school ke charity fund se ek chhoti amount personal account mein transfer hui thi. Maine transaction history trace ki aur pata chala ki woh amount Mrs. Sharma ke personal bank account mein gayi thi. Maine turant screenshots liye, transaction IDs, timestamps, sab kuch save kar liya. Woh desperate thi shayad, divorced hone ke baad akeli rehne ke kharche, aur pati ne kuchh nahi chhoda tha. Yeh unki sabse badi kamzori thi.Aaj main unke paas gaya aur desk par apna phone rakh diya. Screen par wahi screenshot tha, school ke online fee portal ka, jahaan unhone apne personal account se school ke funds transfer kiye the. Amount chhota tha, lekin proof solid tha. Timestamp, transaction ID, sab kuch clear.Unhone phone uthaya, screenshot dekha, aur unka chehra ek pal mein safed pad gaya. Unki gehri bhuri aankhein badi ho gayi, full hoth kaanpne lage, jaise unki saansein ruk si gayi.“Aryan… yeh… yeh kahan se mila tumhe?” unki awaaz mein darr aur thodi si kampan thi.Main muskura kar unke bilkul paas khada ho gaya, itna kareeb ki unki jasmine perfume ki meethi khushboo mere andar tak utar gayi, unki badan ki garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi.“Mujhe pata chal gaya tha kuchh din pehle, ma’am. Lab mein ek computer par admin panel khula chhoda gaya tha kisi ne galti se. Main late baitha tha aur dekha. Aapne socha hoga koi notice nahi karega, lekin maine kar liya. Ab yeh screenshot principal ke paas ja sakta hai… ya police ke paas bhi.”Unhone phone neeche rakh diya, haath kaanp rahe the. Unki saansein tez ho gayi, seene ka ubhaar aur zyada dikhne laga. “Please, Aryan… yeh galti thi. Main wapas kar dungi. Meri job chali jayegi… meri izzat… sab kuch.”Main unke aur kareeb jhuka, meri saans unke kaan ke paas se guzri. Unki khushboo aur garmahat ne mera lund dheere se harkat mein la diya.“Wapas toh karogi, lekin meri sharton par. School band hone ja raha hai aur chhuttiyan shuru hone wali hain. Tumhare paas ghar jaane ka koi plan nahi, aur akeli rehti ho. Isliye poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi – mere ghar mein, mere rules se. Jo kahunga, woh karogi. Bina sawaal kiye. Warna yeh screenshot kal subah principal ke inbox mein hoga.”Unhone mujhe ghoor kar dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur darr mila hua tha, lekin unki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, jaise badan mein kuchh aur bhi jag raha ho. “Tum yeh nahi kar sakte, Aryan. Main tumhari teacher hoon. Poore holidays? Yeh pagalpan hai. Main principal se baat kar lungi, ya police mein report kar dungi ki tumne illegal access kiya.”Main hans diya, unke chehre ke aur kareeb aakar. “Illegal access? Panel khula pada tha, ma’am. Kisi ne galti ki. Aur aap embezzlement kar rahi hain. Kaun zyada galat hai? Proof mere paas hai, aapke paas kuchh nahi. Try karke dekho, phir pata chalega kaun jeetega. Aur holidays mein school band rahega – koi sunne wala nahi milega.”Woh chup ho gayi, lekin unki aankhon mein virodh abhi bhi tha. Saansein tez thi, chehra laal, gale par ek halki si pasine ki chamak.“Pehla hukum,” maine kaha, “aaj shaam 7 baje mere ghar aana, apna suitcase le kar. Holidays khatam hone tak yahan rahogi. Koi bahana nahi.”Unhone sar neeche kiya, lekin sir hilaya nahi. “Main nahi aaungi,” dheemi awaaz mein boli, lekin awaaz mein kampan tha.“Meri marzi,” maine kaha. “Lekin kal subah tak agar suitcase le kar nahi aayi, toh screenshot bhej deta hoon. Soch lo.”Main phone utha kar chal diya. Peeche mudkar dekha, woh abhi bhi wahi baithi thi, haath muh par rakh kar, seena tezitezi se uparneeche, aankhon mein virodh ki chamak abhi baki thi.Shaam ke 7:15 baje doorbell baji. Maine darwaza khola toh woh khadi thi, same maroon saree, haath mein ek chhota suitcase. Chehra sakht aur thanda, aankhein neeche, lekin hoth dabaye hue, jaise andar ka gussa daba rahi hon.“Andar aao, ma’am.”Woh andar aayi, lekin bilkul dheere, jaise har kadam par lad rahi ho. Maine darwaza lock kiya aur drawing room mein le gaya. Ghar khali tha – poore holidays ke liye.Woh suitcase neeche rakh kar khadi rahi, baahen seene par bandhi hui, jaise apne badan ko chhupana chahti ho.“Main yahan isliye aayi kyunki mujhe majboori hai,” unhone kaha, awaaz mein gussa aur thodi si kampan. “Lekin yeh mat samajhna ki main khushi se maan rahi hoon ya poore holidays yahan rahungi.”Main unke saamne khada ho gaya, unki aankhon mein dekhta hua. “Suitcase yahan hai, matlab maan gayi. Baitho.”Woh nahi baithi. Unki saansein tez thi, blouse ke andar se unke boobs ki har harkat dikh rahi thi.“Ab se jab bhi tum mere ghar mein aaogi, darwaza band hote hi ghutno par baith jaogi. Samjhi?”Unhone mujhe ghoora, aankhon mein chalakti aag. “Yeh nahi karungi.”Main phone nikala aur screenshot khol kar unke saamne kiya, itna kareeb ki woh screen aur mera chehra dono dekh sake. “Phir theek hai. Main abhi email kar deta hoon.”Unhone ek lambi, gehri saans li, seena aur ubhra, aankhein band ki, phir dheere se ghutno par baith gayi. Saree ka pallu neeche sarak gaya, gehri cleavage bilkul saaf dikhne lagi, unki mulayam skin ki chamak moonlight mein jagmag kar rahi thi.



“Good girl,” maine dheemi, garam awaaz mein kaha aur unke baalon mein haath ferte hue jude khol diya. Ungliyan unki silky laten mein ghusi, khushboo aur badh gayi. Baal khul kar unki peeth par gir gaye, jaise ek kaala sa waterfall.Unhone sar uthaya aur mujhe dekha, aankhon mein nafrat, sharm aur majbooran bebasiyat ka mila jula ehsaas.“Aaj raat se shuruaat hai. Poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi. mere bed par, mere rules se. Tum meri gulam ho, chahe maan lo ya na maan lo. Aur dheere dheere seekh jaogi.”Unki saansein tez thi, hoth kaanp rahe the, muh band, lekin chup thi. Main jaanta tha, abhi woh resist kar rahi hai, lekin unka badan dheere dheere jawab de raha tha. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
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Nice start. Congratulation for new story

 

[Shetan]

Chapter 4

Woh poori nangi mere saamne khadi thi, badan kaanp raha tha.
Haath apne boobs aur choot chhupane ki nakam koshish mein the.
Maine sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Haath neeche kar, meri randi. Sab kuchh dikha.”Usne majbooran haath neeche kar diye.
Us ki gehri saansein seene ko uparneeche kar rahi thi, nipples poore khade, choot geeli chamak rahi thi.Main uske bilkul paas gaya, uski chin pakad kar sar uthaya.
“Ab main tujhe chhuunga, meri randi. Aur tu jhelegi, lekin jhadegi nahi jab tak main na kahun. Yeh tera badan ab mera hai – har hissa mera khelne ka, mera todne ka.”
Usne sharm se nazar neeche ki, lekin badan garam tha.Maine uske boobs pakad liye – dono haathon se masalte hue, nipples pinch karte hue.
Usne siski li, lekin muh band rakha.

“Kitne bade bade boobs hain meri randi teacher ke,” maine bola.
“Class mein chhupati thi, lekin ab mere haathon mein hain.”
Main zor se masalta raha, nipples ko twist karte hue, uski gaand par haath ferte hue, cheeks dabate hue.
Us ki gaand moti aur tight thi, maine ungli beech mein fer di.
“Kitni moti gaand hai teri, meri randi. Chalte waqt hilti thi class mein, mera lund khada karti thi. Ab yeh gaand meri saza dene ke liye hai.”
Wo ro rahi thi, “Aryan… bas… yeh galat hai…”Main neeche haath le gaya, uski choot par ungli ferne laga – lips alag kar clit ragadne laga.
Us ki choot geeli thi, ungli aaram se andar chali gayi.Us ki saansein tez ho gayi, lekin woh chup rahi, honth dabaye hue.Maine do ungliyan andar daal di aur tez tez karne laga, clit ko thumb se zor se dabate hue.Us ki kamar halki si hilne lagi, pair kaanpne lage, lekin chehre par sakht expression – jaise jhadna nahi chahti dikha kar.Jab woh bilkul kareeb thi, maine uske clit par zor se pinch kiya.Usne ek dam se mera haath push kar diya, peeche hat gayi aur gusse mein boli,
“Bas karo Aryan! Yeh sab band karo! Tumhe sharm nahi aati? Main tumhari teacher hoon, aur tum yeh sab kar rahe ho? Main yeh nahi sahungi!”Usne haath se mujhe dhakka diya, aankhon mein gussa aur sharm mila hua.Main ek pal ke liye ruk gaya, phir aankhon mein gussa bhadak utha.
“Virodh kar rahi hai, meri randi? Muj par haath uthaya? Ab dekh kya hota hai.
”Usne peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin maine uske baal pakad kar kheench liya.Main phone nikala aur email app khol kar principal ka address type karne laga, attachment mein uski nangi photos add kar di aur doosra evidence bhi: school ke charity fund se chhoti amount uske personal account mein transfer ka screenshot (transaction ID, timestamp sab clear).“Ab yeh sab bhej deta hoon – charity fund ki chori ka proof aur tere nange photos – principal ko, staff group ko, police ko bhi. Teri job gayi, jail bhi ho sakti hai embezzlement ke liye, izzat gayi, ghar wale dekh lenge, sab khatam.”Usne phone dekha, uska chehra safed pad gaya.
Wo rone lagi, zor zor se, ghutno par gir gayi aur mere pairon par haath rakh kar beg karne lagi,
“Aryan… please… mat bhejo! Main mar jaungi… meri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi! Sorry… main galat thi… please ruk jao… main jo kahoge woh karungi… please mat bhejo! Main aapki randi ban jaungi, aapki gulam, kuchh bhi… bas mat bhejo!”Uske aansoon mere pairon par gir rahe the, woh ro ro kar beg kar rahi thi, badan kaanp raha tha.Main phone band kiya aur bola, “Theek hai. Lekin pehle saza.”Maine uske baal pakad kar usse god mein lita diya, uski gaand mere lap par.Pehle haath se spanking – zor zor se thappad, 10 zor ke.
Pehla thappad left cheek par – zor ki awaaz, uski gaand hil gayi, woh cheekh padi, “Ahh… dard ho raha hai!”Doosra right cheek par – laal nishaan ban gaya.
Usne roti hui kaha, “Sorry… Aryan…”Teesra aur zor ka – woh zor se cheekhi.
Har thappad par main bolta, “Meri randi, virodh ki saza hai yeh.”Chautha – uski gaand laal hoti ja rahi thi, dard se uska badan ukad raha tha.Paanchwa – woh beg karne lagi,
“Please… bas… main maan gayi…”Chhetha – zor ka, woh ro padi.Saatva – gaand jal rahi thi.Aathva – usne kaha,
“Main aapki randi hoon… please ruk jao…”Nauwa – dard se aankhein band.Dasva – aakhir mein uski gaand poori laal, garam, swollen.





Phir maine leather strap uthaya – thick, heavy wala – aur 10 strokes diye.

Pehla strap stroke – zor ki awaaz, uski gaand par broad laal mark, woh zor se cheekh padi, “Ahhhhh! Aryan… mat… strap se bahut dard hai!

”Doosra – right cheek par, skin par deep red line.
Usne beg kiya,
“Please… strap nahi… dard seh nahi pa rahi…

”Teesra – left par, woh ro padi.Chautha – zor ka, uska badan hil gaya.

Paanchwa – usne kaha,
“Main aapki gulam hoon… please bas…

”Chata – welts ubhar aaye.

Saatva – woh cheekh rahi thi non-stop.

Aathva – dard se uske pair kaanp rahe the.
Nauwa – usne mana,
“Main kuchh bhi karungi… please bas…”

Dasva – aakhri, uski gaand strap marks se bhari, laal aur bruised.





Phir cane uthayi – 10 stroke.
Pehla stroke – thin cane se, uski gaand par seedhi laal line, woh zor se cheekh padi, “Ahhhhh! Aryan… mat…!”

Doosra – right cheek par, welts banne lage.





Usne beg kiya,
“Please… cane nahi… dard seh nahi pa rahi…”
Teesra – left par, woh ro padi.
Chautha – zor ka, uska badan hil gaya.

Paanchwa – usne kaha,
“Main aapki gulam hoon… please bas…”



Chata – welts ubhar aaye.Saatva – woh cheekh rahi thi non-stop.Aathva – dard se uske pair kaanp rahe the.Nauwa – usne mana,
“Main kuchh bhi karungi… please bas…





”Dasva – aakhri, uski gaand welts se bhari, laal aur purple.


Uske baad maine kaha, “Ab murgha ban, meri randi. 30 minute tak.”Usne roti hui position li – squatting, haath kaanon se pakad kar.




Gaand par dard se har minute sihar rahi thi, welts jal rahe the.“Ek teacher murgha ban rahi hai apne student ke saamne,” maine bola, phone se record karte hue.
“Yeh video bhi add ho sakta tha blackmail mein.”Usne roti hui bola, “Bahut sharm aa rahi hai… main teacher hoon, murgha ban rahi hoon…”30 minute baad woh thak kar gir padi.Main usse uthaya.




“Ab phir se edging. Khud finger kar, meri randi. Is baar virodh mat karna.”Usne ab chupchap bed par let gayi, pair alag, haath choot par le gayi.
Ungliyan andar daal kar edging karne lagi – dheere tez, clit ragadte hue.Us ki saansein tez, badan kaanp raha tha, lekin woh muh band rakhi.



Main phone se record kar raha tha, “Yeh video bhi mere paas rahega, meri randi.”Woh ro padi, lekin finger karti rahi, craving se toot gayi.Main dekhta raha, uska psychological break hota dekh kar khush.

वाओ स्टोरी लगता है स्लैव सेक्स से भुरपुर होंगी.

 

[No1One7]

Nice start. Congratulation for new story

Thanks