Mera naam Muskan hai, umar 22 saal. Sab log mujhe bahut innocent aur sanskaari ladki samajhte hain. Gori-chitti rangat, badi-badi aankhein, lambi kaali ghunghrale baal, 34D ke ubhre hue boobs aur ek bhari-bhari gol gaand. Main apne boyfriend Rohan ke saath last 3 saal se relationship mein hoon. Woh bahut accha ladka hai, lekin thoda traditional aur protective.
Meri best friend Kiara ki shaadi thi aur main uski bridesmaid thi. Usne mujhe ek bahut mehnga designer lehenga silwane ke liye bheja tha. Shop ka naam tha “Shahid’s Designer Studio” — puraani aur mashhoor dukaan. Main wahan pahunchi toh dukaan ke andar sirf Shahid sir the, 44 saal ke, thoda mota, gehri awaaz wale aur bahut experienced tailor.
“Beta, aao… Kiara ne bataya tha,” Shahid sir ne muskurate hue kaha. Unki aankhein mere body par ghum gayi.
Pehle fitting normal thi. Main changing room mein lehenga pehen kar bahar aayi. Lehenga bahut tight tha upar se, boobs ko bahut zor se dabaye hue tha aur cleavage gehra dikh raha tha.
Shahid sir ne mujhe mirror ke saamne khada kiya aur peeche se aakar lehenge ko adjust karne lage. Unke haath meri kamar par the.
“Thoda tight hai na beta?” unhone pucha aur dheere se meri kamar ko sahlaane lage.
“Mujhe lagta hai upar se aur tight karna padega,” unhone bola aur unki ungliyan meri side boobs ko touch karne lagi.
Main sharma gayi. “Sir… thoda loose kar dijiye na…”
Lekin Shahid sir ne ignore kiya. Unhone mirror mein meri aankhon mein dekha aur bola, “Muskan… tum bahut khoobsurat ho. Aise figure wali ladkiyan kam hi aati hain mere paas.”
Unhone lehenge ka blouse aur tight kiya. Ab unke haath mere boobs ke neeche se guzar rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere upar ki taraf badh rahe the. Main sihar rahi thi lekin kuch nahi bol paa rahi thi.
“Sir… aap kya kar rahe hain?” maine dheemi awaaz mein pucha.
“Fitting dekh raha hoon beta… bilkul perfect honi chahiye,” unhone kaha aur ek haath se mera left boob zor se pakad liya.
“Aaaahhh…” main siskari bhar uthi.
Shahid sir muskuraye. “Itna tight hai na? Dard ho raha hai kya?”
Unhone mujhe mirror ke saamne khada rakha aur peeche se mujhe apne se chipka liya. Unka mota lund meri gaand par dab raha tha. Unhone mera blouse ka hook kholna shuru kar diya.
Tabhi mera phone baja — Rohan ka call tha.
Main dar gayi, lekin Shahid sir ne rukne nahi diya. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Utha lo… baat karo… main fitting karta rahunga.”
Maine call uthaya.
“Haan Rohan… bol na baby.”
Rohan: “Baby kahan ho? Lehenga fitting ho rahi hai?”
Muskan: “Haan… abhi tailor sir fitting de rahe hain… bahut tight hai upar se.” (Shahid sir ne tabhi mera blouse pura khol diya aur dono boobs bahar nikaal diye)
Shahid sir ne mirror mein dekhte hue dono boobs ko zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Unki ungliyan nipples ko pinch kar rahi thi.
Rohan: “Tight hai toh loose karwa lo na.”
Muskan (siski rokte hue): “Haan… sir bol rahe hain thoda aur tight karna padega… taaki achhe se set ho jaaye… aaaahhh… matlab fitting achhi ho.”
Shahid sir ne ek nipple muh mein le kar zor se chusna shuru kar diya. Main apna muh band karne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Rohan: “Theek hai baby, jaldi ghar aa jaana.”
Muskan: “Haan… sir ab neeche bhi dekh rahe hain… bahut gehra lehenga hai… andar tak fitting dekhni padegi… mmmhh…”
Shahid sir ne meri lehenga ki zip kholi aur panty ke andar haath daal diya. Unki ungli meri geeli chut mein andar-bahar ho rahi thi.
Rohan: “Kya hua? Awaaz kaisi aa rahi hai?”
Muskan (saansein tez hote hue): “Kuch nahi… sir thoda zor se dabakar dekh rahe hain… fitting sahi ho rahi hai kya nahi… bahut gehri feeling aa rahi hai… aaaahhh…”
Shahid sir ne mujhe mirror ke saamne jhuka diya aur peeche se ungliyan tez kar di. Unki dusri ungli meri gaand par ghum rahi thi.
Rohan: “Theek hai, main meeting mein hoon. Jaldi aa jaana.”
Muskan: “Haan baby… sir ab final touch de rahe hain… andar tak bhar rahe hain… mujhe lag raha hai ab bahut achha set ho jayega… mmmhhh… aap tension mat lo.”
Call cut hote hi Shahid sir ne mujhe ghuma diya aur zor se kiss kar diya.
“Saali innocent ban rahi thi phone par… ab dekh teri chut kitni geeli ho chuki hai,” unhone kaha.
Shahid sir ne mujhe bench par baitha diya aur apna mota 8 inch lund bahar nikaala.
“Ab yeh le randi… apne boyfriend ko bol rahi thi fitting ho rahi hai… ab asli fitting leti hai.”
Unhone mera muh khol kar lund andar thok diya. Main zor-zor se chusne lagi.
“Chus saali… 22 saal ki jawaan chut… 44 saal ke buddhe tailor se chudwa rahi hai… bol… kitna mazaa aa raha hai?”
Main lund chuste hue boli, “Bahut mazaa aa raha hai sir… aapka lund bahut mota hai… mera boyfriend ka itna bada nahi hai…”
Shahid sir ne mujhe uthaya, mirror ke saamne khada kiya aur peeche se ek hi dhakke mein pura lund andar pel diya.
“Aaaahhhhhhh fuckkkkk sir… phaad diya meri chut ko… bahut mota hai… aaaahhh!”
Unhone meri kamar pakdi aur bahut tez dhakke marne lage. Har dhakke ke saath gandi baatein:
“Le Muskan… le apne boyfriend ke saamne fitting karwa rahi thi… ab tailor ka lund teri chut mein ghusa hai… bol… bol ki tu ab meri randi hai!”
“Haan sir… main aapki randi hoon… meri chut aapke lund ke liye hai… aur zor se chodiye… phaad do meri chut ko!”
Last mein Shahid sir ne mujhe ghutno ke bal baitha diya. Unhone mera maang (parting) saaf kiya aur apna pura garam maal meri maang mein bhar diya.
“Muth se maang bhari teri Muskan ki… ab tu meri ho gayi… har baar fitting ke liye aayegi toh aise hi bhari jayegi.”
Muskan thak kar zameen par baith gayi, uski maang mein Shahid sir ka maal chamak raha tha.
Us mehendi wali raat ke baad se mera dil aur sharir dono Shahid sir ke lund ke addiction mein pad chuke the. Ghar par Rohan ke saath normal baatein karti, lekin raat ko akeli hone par sirf Shahid sir ke mothe lund aur unki gandi baaton ka khayal aata. Maine unko message kiya tha ki shaadi ke din main lehenga pehenne aaungi final touch ke liye.
Shaadi ki subah 10 baje main shop pahunchi. Aaj maine apna final designer lehenga pehna hua tha — deep red color, bahut heavy, gehra blouse aur low waist lehenga. Shop ke andar sirf Shahid sir the. Jaise hi main andar gayi, unhone darwaza band kar diya aur main latch laga di.
“Waah… meri chhoti randi bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hai aaj,” Shahid sir ne mujhe upar se neeche tak ghoorte hue kaha.
“Sir… jaldi fitting kar dijiye… shaadi mein der ho jayegi,” maine sharmaate hue kaha.
Lekin Shahid sir ka mood kuch aur hi tha. Unhone mujhe mirror ke saamne khada kiya aur peeche se mujhe apne se chipka liya. Unka mota lund meri gaand par dab raha tha.
“Fitting toh hogi beta… lekin pehle teri chut ki fitting,” unhone kaha aur mera blouse ka pallu neeche gira diya.
Mere bade boobs bahar aa gaye. Shahid sir ne dono haathon se zor se pakad kar masalne shuru kar diye.
“Aaaahhh sir… dheere… dard ho raha hai,” main siskari bhar uthi.
Tabhi mera phone baja — Rohan ka call tha.
Shahid sir ne muskurate hue kaha, “Utha le… baat kar. Main apna kaam karta rahunga.”
Muskan: “Haan Rohan baby… bol na.”
Rohan: “Baby, tu abhi tak ghar nahi aayi? Shaadi mein time ho raha hai.”
Muskan: “Haan… abhi final fitting chal rahi hai… sir blouse ko adjust kar rahe hain… bahut tight hai upar se… aaaahhh…”
Shahid sir ne mera blouse pura utar diya aur dono nipples ko zor se pinch karne lage. Phir unhone meri lehenga ki zip kholi aur panty ke saath neeche kar di.
Rohan: “Kya hua? Awaaz kyun aa rahi hai?”
Muskan (saansein tez hote hue): “Sir… bahut zor se dabakar dekh rahe hain… fitting sahi ho rahi hai kya nahi… gehra feel ho raha hai… mmmhhh… aap ghar par taiyaar ho jaiye.”
Shahid sir ne mujhe mirror ke saamne jhuka diya aur peeche se apna mota lund meri chut par ragadne lage. Phir ek hi zor dar dhakke mein pura lund andar pel diya.
Muskan: “Aaaahhhhh… bahut tight ho gaya hai sir… andar tak set kar rahe hain… lag raha hai ab bilkul perfect ho jayega… aaaahhh!”
Rohan: “Theek hai, jaldi aa jaana. Main wait kar raha hoon.”
Muskan: “Haan baby… sir ab last round de rahe hain… zor-zor se kar rahe hain… mujhe bahut gehri feeling aa rahi hai… aap car nikaal lo… main jaldi aa jaungi… mmmhhh… haan sir… aur andar tak…”
Call cut karte hi main zor se moan karne lagi, “Aaaahhhhh sir… bahut mota hai aapka lund… meri chut phaad di aapne… aur zor se chodiye mujhe!”
Shahid sir ne meri kamar pakdi aur bahut wild dhakke marne lage. Har dhakke ke saath gandi baatein:
“Le saali Muskan… apne boyfriend se baat karte hue tailor ka lund le rahi hai… 22 saal ki masoom ladki 44 saal ke buddhe se apni chut marwa rahi hai shaadi ke din… bol randi… bol ki tu ab meri personal slut hai!”
“Haan sir… main aapki slut hoon… meri chut sirf aapke lund ke liye bani hai… Rohan se kahin better chodte ho aap… aaaahhh… aur zor se… phaad do meri chut ko aaj shaadi ke din!”
Unhone mujhe ghumaya, meri taange uthayi aur mirror ke saamne khade-khade chodne lage. Main khud ko dekh rahi thi — lehenga upar, blouse neeche, makeup bigda hua aur Shahid sir ka mota body mujhe thokta hua.
“Dekh… dekh kitni badi randi ban chuki hai tu… aaj teri best friend ki shaadi hai aur tu yahan apni chut mein buddhe ka lund le rahi hai.”
Phir unhone mujhe table par litaya aur bahut tez pounding ki. Last mein unhone mera muh khola aur lund andar thok diya. Unhone pura maal mere muh mein chhod diya.
“Pee le saali… apne boyfriend ke liye muh saaf karke jaana.”
Shaadi ke mandap par pahunch kar main bahut nervous thi. Meri maang mein abhi bhi thoda maal laga hua tha. Rohan mere paas tha. Tabhi Shahid sir bhi wahan pahunche the as a guest.
Unhone mujhe door se dekha aur message kiya: “Mandap ke peeche washroom ke paas aa.”
Main chupke se gayi. Washroom ke bahar unhone mujhe pakad liya aur andar le gaye. Wahan unhone mera lehenga upar kiya aur khade-khade hi mujhe chodna shuru kar diya.
“Saali… apne boyfriend ke saamne aa kar bhi meri randi ban rahi hai,” unhone bola aur zor-zor se dhakke maare.
Main apna muh apne haath se band kiye hue thi. “Sir… jaldi… koi aa jayega… aaaahhh…”
Unhone jaldi se andar maal chhod diya aur bola, “Ab reception tak yeh maal teri chut mein rahega.”
Shaadi ke baad reception mein bhi unhone mujhe kai baar tease kiya — kabhi dance floor par, kabhi corner mein haath ferte hue.
Raat ko ghar laut kar Rohan ne mujhe chodne ki koshish ki, lekin main thak chuki thi. Jab Rohan andar daal raha tha, main soch rahi thi ki Shahid sir ka lund kitna better tha.
Ab main jaanti hoon ki yeh silsila shaadi ke baad bhi chalega… aur main isse rokna nahi chahti.