Delhi se Jaipur jaane wali overnight Volvo bus mein main (Rajni) apni seat pe baithi thi. 19 saal ki thi, abhi abhi college start kiya tha. Papa ne mujhe Jaipur bheja tha mama ke ghar kuch din rehne ke liye. Bus mein crowd bahut kam tha. Meri side ki seat khali thi jab ek 50 saal ke uncle aakar baith gaye.Unka naam Vikas tha. Achhe kapde, gold chain, aur confident personality. Woh mujhe dekhte hi muskuraye aur bole,“Beta kahan ja rahi ho?”“Jaipur uncle,” maine dheere se jawab diya.Unhone baat chedna shuru kiya. Pehle normal baatein — college, family, future plans. Phir dheere dheere personal hone lagi. Raat ke 10 baje tak hum dono comfortable baat kar rahe the.“Rajni, thak gayi hogi na? Yahan meri taraf shift ho ja, araam se baith,” unhone kaha.Main thodi si unki taraf shift ho gayi. Bus mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Vikas uncle ne apna phone nikala aur bola,“Web series dekhegi? Bahut interesting hai ‘Mirzapur’ wali vibe wali.”Main pehle mana kar rahi thi par bore ho rahi thi isliye maan gayi. Hum dono ek blanket odh kar phone pe series dekhne lage. Bus ki halki si jhatke aur unki body ka touch dheere dheere mujhe ajeeb sa feel hone laga.Unhone dheere se mera haath pakad liya aur boli, “Thand lag rahi hai na beta?”Main kuch nahi boli. Unki ungliyan meri ungliyon mein ghoom rahi thi. Series mein ek hot scene aaya toh unhone mujhe dekha aur muskuraye. Main sharma gayi aur aankhein neeche kar li.Raat ke 1 baje ke around bus mein almost sab so chuke the. Vikas uncle ne aage ki curtain pull kar diya taaki hum dono ko privacy mil jaye. Ab sirf hum dono the us chhote se compartment mein.Unhone dheere se mera kandha pakda aur kaha,
“Rajni… tu bahut khubsurat hai. Itni young aur itni hot. Tera boyfriend hoga na?”Main ne sar hilaya, “Nahi uncle… abhi nahi.”Unhone muskurate hue kaha,
“Aisa ladki ko akela chhodna chahiye nahi. Koi toh hona chahiye jo uski zarooraton ka khayal rakhe… paise, comfort, luxury… sab kuch.”Main chup rahi. Unhone mera haath pakad kar apni thigh pe rakh diya. Dheere dheere unka haath meri thigh pe ghumne laga.“Uncle… yeh kya kar rahe hain?” maine halki si awaaz mein kaha.Vikas uncle ne mere kaan mein whisper kiya,
“Rajni… main jaanta hoon tu kya chahti hai. Tere aankhon mein dekhta hoon. Tu ek sugar daddy chahti hai na? Jo tujhe paise de, gifts de, aur tujhe aurat banaye.”Main shocked ho gayi. Lekin andar se kuch jal raha tha. Bahut der chup rehne ke baad maine dheere se kaha,“Haan uncle… main hamesha se ek mature sugar daddy chahti thi jo mujhe sambhal sake.”Vikas uncle muskuraye. Unhone apna wallet nikala aur 25,000 rupees ka bundle nikala aur mere haath mein thama diya.“Ye le beta… yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Agar tu mujhe khush karegi toh har mahine aur milega.”Main paise dekh kar hairaan thi. Unhone mera haath pakad kar apni zip pe rakh diya.“Ab apne sugar daddy ko khush kar apne chhote se haathon se.”Main kaanp rahi thi. Phir bhi maine unki zip kholi aur unka mota, bada lund bahar nikala. Woh already rock hard tha.“Uncle… yeh bahut bada hai…” maine sharmaate hue kaha.Vikas uncle ne mera sar pakda aur bola,
“Ab se mujhe Daddy bol. Aur apne muh se kaam le randi.”Main ne unka lund haath mein pakda aur dheere-dheere hilane lagi. Vikas uncle ne curtain aur tight kiya aur mere kaan mein dirty baatein karne lage.“Bahut achha kar rahi hai meri chhoti si chinaal… haan beta… aur tez… papa ki pari kitni naughty nikli… tu toh poori chudakkad hai Rajni… itni young umar mein itni badi raand ban gayi…”Main aur tez haath chala rahi thi. Unhone meri top ke andar haath daal kar mere boobs dabane shuru kar diye.“Uff teri choochiyan toh bilkul tight hain kutiya… sugar daddy ki favourite banegi tu… bol… bol ki tu daddy ki personal randi hai.”Main saans chadhte hue boli,
“Haan Daddy… main aapki personal randi hoon… aapki chhoti si chinaal… aapki kutiya…”Vikas uncle aur garam ho gaye. Unhone mera haath pakad kar tez-tez hilwane lage aur zor se moan kiya.“Le meri raand… le apne sugar daddy ka maal… haan beta… aur tez kar…”Aakhir mein unhone zor se jhad diya. Unka garam maal mere haathon aur dress pe gir gaya. Main thak kar unke kandhe pe sir rakh ke let gayi.Vikas uncle mere baal sehlate hue bole,
“Rajni… ab se tu meri hai. Jaipur pahunchne ke baad bhi contact mein rahenge. Main tujhe bahut kuch sikhaunga aur bahut kuch dunga.”Main dheere se boli,
“Ji Daddy…”Bus Jaipur ki taraf badh rahi thi aur main apne naye sugar daddy ke kandhe pe leti hui soch rahi thi ki yeh safar kitna badal gaya hai.
Jaipur pahunchne mein abhi bhi 4-5 ghante baki the. Bus mein lights bilkul dim ho chuki thi aur bahar sirf highway ki lights dikh rahi thi. Vikas uncle ne curtain ko aur achhe se set kar diya taaki koi andar jhaak na sake.Maine unke maal se sika haath apni dress pe pochha. Unhone mera haath pakad liya aur dheere se apni jeb se tissue nikalkar saaf karne lage.“Sharma mat meri chhoti si raand,” unhone pyar se mere gaal pe haath ferte hue kaha. “Yeh toh sirf shuruaat hai. Abhi toh bahut kuch baaki hai.”Main sharma kar boli, “Uncle… aap bahut tez hain. Mujhe laga tha aap sirf baat kar rahe the.”Vikas uncle hasse aur mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Unka ek haath meri thigh pe tha aur dheere-dheere upar ki taraf badh raha tha.“Uncle nahi… Daddy bol. Aur main sirf baat nahi karta, jo chahta hoon woh leta bhi hoon. Tu ab meri sugar baby hai Rajni. Samajh gayi?”Main dheere se sar hila diya. Unhone mera chin upar kiya aur aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,“Bol… bol ki tu kya hai Daddy ki?”Main sharm se laal ho gayi aur halki awaaz mein boli,
“Main… main Daddy ki… chhoti si raand hoon.”Vikas uncle khush ho gaye. Unhone meri top ke andar haath daal diya aur mere tight boobs ko dabane lage.“Bahut achhe boobs hain teri kutiya… itni young umar mein itni tight choochiyan..”Unki ungliyan mere nipples ko tease kar rahi thi. Main saans chadhte hue unke kandhe pe sir rakh ke leti rahi. Unhone dheere se mera kaan kaat liya aur whisper kiya,“Ab bata… tera sugar daddy tujhe kya kya de sakta hai? 25 hazar toh sirf aaj ke liye tha. Agar tu mujhe khush rakhegi toh har mahine 50-60 hazar, shopping, phone, aur jo bhi chahiye woh milega.”Main thodi der chup rahi, phir dheere se boli,
“Daddy… mujhe sach mein ek sugar daddy chahiye tha jo meri zarooraton ka khayal rakhe. College fees, kapde, makeup… sab bahut mehnga ho gaya hai.”Vikas uncle muskuraye aur meri skirt ke andar haath daal diya. Unki moti ungli meri panty ke upar se chut pe ragadne lagi.“Toh ab se tu meri personal chinaal hai. Jab bhi main bulau… tu aa jayegi. Jaipur mein bhi main tujhe milne aaunga. Tera yeh chhota sa tight chut sirf Daddy ke liye hoga… samajh gayi meri chudakkad?”Main kaanp rahi thi. Unki ungliyan ab meri panty ke andar chali gayi thi aur meri geeli chut ko ragad rahi thi.“Daddy… yahan mat… koi dekh lega…” maine darrte hue kaha.Unhone curtain ko aur tight kiya aur mere kaan mein gandi awaaz mein bola,“Chup kar meri kutiya… bus mein hi tujhe thoda maza de raha hoon. Tere jaise tight maal ko toh roz chodna chahiye.”Unhone do ungliyan meri chut mein daal di aur dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne lage. Main apna muh unke shoulder mein chhupa kar moan rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi.“Aaaahh… Daddy… dheere… bahut tez ho raha hai…”Vikas uncle ne aur tez ungliyan chalani shuru kar di aur bola,“Haan meri raand… aur geeli ho ja. Dekh teri chut kitni bhookhi hai. Itni young ladki aur itni chudakkad… tera new sugar daddy bahut khush hai aaj.”Kuch der baad unhone mujhe apni god mein baitha liya. Meri skirt upar thi aur unka lund meri panty ke upar se meri chut pe ragad raha tha.“Bol Rajni… tu ab kiski hai?”Main saans chadhte hue boli,
“Main Daddy ki hoon… Daddy ki personal raand… Daddy ki chudakkad kutiya……”Vikas uncle bahut khush hue. Unhone mujhe tightly pakda aur mere neck pe kiss karte hue bola,“Bahut achhi ladki hai tu. Kal subah Jaipur pahunchte hi main tujhe ek sundar dress gift karunga. Aur shaam ko hotel mein leke jaunga. Wahan tujhe poori tarah chodunga… teri chut, muh, gaand… sab Daddy ka hai ab.”Main unke seene se lipat kar let gayi. Unka lund abhi bhi meri chut pe ragad raha tha. Bus Jaipur ki taraf tez chal rahi thi aur main apne naye sugar daddy ke haathon mein puri tarah surrender kar chuki thi