Raat ke 2:30 baje ka waqt tha. Ghar mein sannata chhaya hua tha. Papa bahar sheher ke bahar kaam pe gaye hue the aur maa bhi dada-dadi ke yahan gayi hui thi. Sirf 22 saal ki Jyoti ghar mein akeli thi. Woh bahut hi hot aur curvy ladki thi — lambe kaale baal, gol badi choochiyan, patli kamar aur moti, ubhari hui gaand jo har kadam pe hilti thi. Usne sirf ek tight pink nighty pehni thi jo uski jism ki har line ko saaf dikhati thi.
Bahari darwaze pe zor-zor ki thap-thap sunai di. Jyoti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Usne darwaza khola toh saamne Rajeev Uncle khade the — Papa ke purane dost, lekin ab ek bada businessman aur money-lender. Unke peeche do bade-bade goon bhi khade the, sab muscular aur khaufnak chehre wale.
“Jyoti beta… tera baap kahan hai?” Rajeev Uncle ne tez awaaz mein poocha, unki aankhon mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si hawas dikhai de rahi thi.
“Uncle… papa toh bahar gaye hain. Kal subah aayenge,” Jyoti ne darrte hue kaha, apni nighty ko thoda saechte hue.
Rajeev Uncle zor se hasse. “Kal? Beta, tera baap mujhse 8 lakh rupaye udhaar liya tha. Aaj uski last date thi. Agar paisa nahi diya toh ghar pe likha hua hai, aur tujhe bhi… hum apna maal wapas le lenge.”
Jyoti ke pair kaanpne lage. Usne suna tha ki Rajeev Uncle bahut zaalim aur dangerous aadmi hai. Log unhe Raja Ji ke naam se bulate the.
“Uncle please… thoda time de do na. Papa wapas aate hi…”
Ek goon ne aage badh kar darwaza poora khol diya aur andar ghus aaya. Rajeev Uncle bhi andar aa gaye aur sofe pe baith gaye. Unhone Jyoti ko upar se neeche tak ghuma kar dekha.
“Waah… ye saali kutiya toh bahut maal hai re!” Unhone goon se kaha. Phir Jyoti ki taraf dekhte hue boli, “Sun Jyoti… agar tu chahti hai ki tera baap jail na jaaye aur ghar na bik jaaye, toh ek raasta hai.”
Jyoti ne darr ke maare poocha, “Kya… kya raasta Uncle?”
Rajeev Uncle muskuraye, apni jeb se phone nikaala aur recording on kar di. “Tu mujhe aur mere dostों ko khush karegi. Poori raat. Jo bhi hum kahenge, woh karegi. Ter body humari hogi aaj. Iske badle main tera baap ka pura debt mita dunga… aur har mahine tujhe pocket money bhi dunga. 25-30 hazar. Kya bolti hai… humari randi banegi ya ghar bikne degi?”
Jyoti ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Uncle… aap mere papa ke dost ho… please aisa mat kahiye…”
Ek goon ne uske peeche aakar uski gaand pe zor ka thappad maara — Thappp!
“Aaahhh!” Jyoti chilla uthi.
Rajeev Uncle (Raja Ji) uth kar uske bilkul paas aaye. Unhone uski nighty ke strap neeche kiye aur uski badi choochiyon ko zor se daboch liya.
“Zyada natak mat kar randi. Teri yeh moti gaand aur badi choochiyan dekh kar hi main soch raha tha ki ek din chodunga. Aaj tera baap ne mauka de diya. Ab faisla kar… warna ye dono goon tujhe abhi yahin sabke saamne chod denge aur video bana kar pura mohalle mein faila denge.”
Jyoti ka pura badan kaanp raha tha. Woh akeli thi, koi madad karne wala nahi. Rajeev Uncle ne uske baal pakad kar uska sar upar kiya aur uske kaan mein dheere se bola,
“Bol… ‘Main aapki randi hoon Raja Ji. Papa ka debt chukane ke liye apni chut aur gaand aapko de dungi… aur pocket money ke liye roz aapki service karungi.’”
Jyoti ke muh se sirf siskari nikal rahi thi. Goon ne uski nighty ko upar kiya aur uski panty pe haath ferne laga.
Rajeev Uncle ne uske nipple ko zor se pinch kiya, “Jaldi bol saali! Warna abhi teri chut mein apna mota lund ghusa deta hoon bina permission ke.”
Jyoti ne ro-ro kar, awaaz kaanpte hue bola:
“Main… main aapki randi hoon Raja Ji… Papa ka debt chukane ke liye… apni chut aur gaand aapko de dungi… aur pocket money ke liye… roz aapki service karungi…”
Rajeev Uncle zor se hasse. Unhone goon ko ishara kiya.
“Bahut accha. Aaj se tu meri personal slut hai. Ab kapde utar… aur ghutno pe baith ja. Pehle muh se kaam shuru karte hain.”
Jyoti ki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, lekin usne dheere dheere apni nighty utari. Uski badi choochiyan aur moti gaand ab sirf bra aur panty mein thi.
Zaalim Uncle uske chehre ko thappad maar kar bola, “Puri tarah nangi ho ja chudakkad. Aaj teri yeh akeli raat bahut lambi hone wali hai…”
ajeev Uncle (Raja Ji) ne apni belt kholte hue Jyoti ko ghur kar dekha. Unke chehre pe ek zaalim muskurahat thi. Dono goon bhi piche khade has rahe the, apni aankhon se uski nangi body ko chod rahe the.
“Jaldi kar saali randi! Puri tarah nangi ho ja. Bra aur panty bhi utar. Aaj se yeh sab kuch humara hai,” Raja Ji ne zor se bola.
Jyoti ka chehra sharm aur gusse se laal ho raha tha. Aansu beh rahe the, lekin usne dheere dheere bra ka hook khola. Uski badi, gol, tight choochiyan ubhar kar bahar aa gayi — pink nipples already hard ho chuke the thand aur dar se. Phir usne panty bhi neeche ki. Uski moti, safed gaand aur clean shaved chut ab bilkul khuli hui thi.
“Waah re waah… kya maal hai teri beti ka!” Ek goon ne taali maari.
Raja Ji ne uske baal pakde aur use zor se ghutno pe baitha diya. Unhone apna mota, 8 inch ka sakht lund bahar nikaala — bilkul mota aur throbbing.
“Chus Zaalim Uncle ka lund, Jyoti. Achhe se muh mein le. Papa ka debt chukane ke liye ab tu meri personal cock-sucker banegi.”
Jyoti ne darte hue muh khola. Raja Ji ne turant apna lund uske muh mein ghusa diya, gehraai tak. Jyoti ka gala phool gaya aur uske muh se gag sound aane laga — “Gggghhh… uuuuhhh!”
“Haah… le le… muh chod raha hoon teri. Achhe se choos, tongue ghuma. Aur haath se apni choochiyan dabati reh,” Raja Ji ne uske sar ko pakad kar zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kar diye.
Phach… phach… phach… uske muh ki awaazein ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Raja Ji ne phone nikaal kar recording on kar di aur bolne lage,
“Bol randi… camera mein dekh kar bol — ‘Main Jyoti hoon, apne papa ke debt ke badle Raja Ji ka lund choos rahi hoon. Meri chut aur gaand aapki property hai.’”
Jyoti ne aansu behate hue, lund muh mein liye hue hi halki awaaz mein bola, “Main… Jyoti… papa ke debt ke badle… Raja Ji ka lund choos rahi hoon… meri chut aur gaand aapki property hai…”
Raja Ji khush hokar hasse aur uske muh ko aur zor se chodne lage. 4-5 minute tak muh chodne ke baad unhone use uthaya aur sofe pe seedha litaya. Uski taangein faila kar uski chut par thooka aur do ungliyan andar daal di.
“Kitni tight hai teri chut re… bahut din se nahi chudi lagti hai. Aaj isko faad ke rakh dunga.”
Jyoti ne kaanpte hue kaha, “Uncle… please dheere… pehli baar hai…”
“Pehli baar?” Raja Ji zor se hasse. “Ab tu meri randi hai, highway ki cheap slut jaisi nahi, ghar ki personal randi. Dheere nahi chalega.”
Unhone apna mota lund uski chut ke muh par ragda aur ek hi zor dar dhakke mein poora andar ghusa diya.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk!!!” Jyoti ki cheekh poore ghar mein goonji. Uski chut phat si rahi thi.
Raja Ji ne uski dono taangein apne kandhe pe rakh kar zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kar diye. Har dhakke ke saath uski badi choochiyan upar-neeche hil rahi thi aur gaand thap-thap ki awaaz kar rahi thi.
Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!
“Le… le… le apni pehli qist saali! Teri chut ko aaj aisa pelunga ki tu kal chal bhi nahi paayegi. Bol… ‘Raja Ji, aur zor se chodo mujhe!’”
Jyoti sirf siskariyan bhar rahi thi, “Uhhhh… ahhhh… Raja Ji… please… bahut bada hai…”
Ek goon ne aage badh kar uski choochiyon ko zor se daboch liya aur nipples ko pinch karne laga. Dusra goon uske muh mein apna lund thokne laga.
Raja Ji ne uski gaand pe lagatar thappad maare — Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
“Zaalim Uncle ka lund pasand aaya na? Ab roz yahi hoga. Pocket money ke badle subah-shaam teri chut, muh aur gaand khol ke dena padega. Samjhi gandi randi?”
Jyoti ka pura badan paseene aur aansuon se bhiga hua tha. Usaki chut ab puri tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur Raja Ji ke har dhakke ke saath phach-phach ki awaazein aa rahi thi.
Raja Ji ne speed badha di aur wild dhakke marne lage. 10 minute tak uski chut ko brutally chodne ke baad unhone use ghuma diya — doggy style mein.
Ab Jyoti ki moti gaand unke saamne ubhari hui thi. Raja Ji ne uski gaand pe thooka, lund par lagaya aur uski chut mein peeche se ek aur zor ka dhakka maara.
“Ab asli mazaa aayega…”
Raja Ji ne Jyoti ki moti gaand ko dono haathon se faila kar uski chut mein zor-zor se dhakke mar rahe the. Har dhakke ke saath uski gaand hil rahi thi aur zor ki awaazein aa rahi thi — phach phach phach phach!
“Le saali… le apni asli punishment! Teri yeh moti gaand itni juicy hai ki dekh… har baar lapak rahi hai mere lund pe,” Raja Ji ne uske baal khinchte hue bola aur ek haath se uski gaand pe lagatar thappad maare.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
“Aaahhh… Raja Ji… bahut zor se… uhhhh… mar jaungi main!!” Jyoti ro rahi thi, lekin uski chut ab puri tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur Raja Ji ke lund ko andar tak nigal rahi thi.
Raja Ji ne usko doggy style mein hi rakhte hue apna lund bahar nikala. Unhone uski gaand ke ched par thooka aur apna mota, lubhraya hua lund uski tight gaand ke muh par ragadne lage.
“Ab teri gaand ki baari hai Zaalim Uncle ki randi. Papa ka pura debt aaj teri gaand se chukega.”
Jyoti darr ke maare kaanp uthi, “Nahi Raja Ji… please… wahan mat… bahut mota hai… phat jayegi…”
Lekin Raja Ji ne uski kamar pakdi aur ek hi zabardast dhakke mein apna lund uski gaand mein ghusa diya.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuckkkkk!!!” Jyoti ki cheekh poore ghar mein goonji. Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage. Dard aur gehri siskariyon ka mel tha.
Raja Ji rukne wale nahi the. Unhone uski gaand ko zor se pakda aur dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne lage. 2-3 minute baad speed badha di.
Phach… phach… phach…
“Le… le… le apni gaand ki chudai highway ki randi! Kitni tight gaand hai teri… aaj faad ke rakh dunga. Bol… ‘Raja Ji meri gaand aapki hai, jitni baar chaaho pelo’.”
Jyoti sirf siskariyan bhar rahi thi, “Uhhhh… ahhhh… Raja Ji… meri gaand… aapki hai… jitni baar chaaho… pelo…”
Tabhi dono goon aage badhe. Ek ne uske muh mein apna lund thok diya, dusre ne uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga aur nipples ko kaatne laga.
Ab Jyoti teeno taraf se chudi ja rahi thi. Raja Ji uski gaand pel rahe the, ek goon muh chod raha tha aur dusra choochiyon ko torture kar raha tha.
Raja Ji ne zor se thappad maara uski gaand pe, “Dekh gandi slut… tera baap agar jaan le ki uski beti ghar pe Raja Ji aur uske goon ke lund pe chud rahi hai toh kya sochega? Ab tu meri permanent property hai. Har hafte aayega main, aur tu khud darwaza khol kar nangi khadi rahegi.”
Jyoti ka pura badan paseene se tar tha. Dard ke saath ab maza bhi hone laga tha. Uski chut se paani tapak raha tha bina chhue hue.
Raja Ji ne speed badha di aur wild dhakke marne lage. “Ab maal nikalne wala hai saali… teri gaand ke andar hi bhar dunga!”
Ek goon ne bhi uske muh mein apna maal chhod diya. Jyoti ka gala bhara hua tha.
Raja Ji ne ek zor ka dhakka maara, uski gaand ko tightly pakda aur garam-garam maal uski gaand ke andar bhar diya.
“Haaahhh… le le pura maal… papa ka debt clear ho gaya Jyoti randi!”
Thak kar Jyoti sofe pe gir padi. Uski chut aur gaand dono se maal aur paani beh raha tha. Pura badan laal aur thappadon se bhara hua tha.
Raja Ji ne uske baal pakde aur uska chehra upar kiya. Phone mein recording dikhaate hue bola,
“Ab sun… aaj se har mahine 30,000 pocket money milega tujhe. Iske badle tu meri call pe turant aayegi. Ghar pe, hotel pe, ya car mein — jahan bhi, jo bhi mangunga, degi. Samjhi Zaalim Uncle ki personal slut?”
Jyoti thaki hui awaaz mein boli, “Haan… Raja Ji… main aapki randi hoon… papa ka debt chuka diya maine… ab pocket money ke liye… roz aapki service karungi…”
Raja Ji muskuraye. Unhone uske chehre pe thappad maar kar bola, “Bahut acchi randi banegi tu. Kapde mat pehen abhi. Subah tak nangi hi rahegi. Hum log abhi ja rahe hain, lekin shaam ko wapas aayenge. Aur haan… yeh video safe hai mere paas. Zyada smart banne ki koshish mat karna.”
Dono goon aur Raja Ji hasste hue ghar se bahar nikal gaye.
Jyoti zameen pe leti rahi, uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the lekin andar se ek ajeeb si acceptance bhi thi. Papa ka ghar bach gaya tha… aur ab uski zindagi badal chuki thi.