Priya ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Pati Rohan roz late office se aata, thak ke so jaata. Biwi andar se jal rahi thi. Raat ko haath se kaam chalta, lekin mann nahi bharta. Uski cousin Meera Bollywood mein assistant director thi. Ek call aayi.
“Priya, kal set pe aa ja. Bahut bada star hai. Tujhe dikhaungi.”
Subah Priya short dress mein set pahunchi. Lights, cameras, makeup wale daud rahe the. Tab woh aaya.
Kabir Raichand. Screen ka sabse bada naam. Chhati tak khuli shirt, jeansein tight, aankhon mein woh look jo posters pe chhapta hai. Priya ka pet andar se kaanp gaya.
Meera ne introduce karaya. “Yeh meri cousin Priya. Shaadi-shuda hai, lekin set pe pehli baar.”
Kabir muskuraya, haath milaya, lekin uski nazar seedha Priya ke cleavage pe atak gayi.
“Shaadi-shuda aur itni tight dress? Himmat hai.”
Priya ne hansi mein uda diya, lekin pairon ke beech geelapan shuru ho gaya.
Shaam ko shoot khatam. Trailer ke peeche luxury van thi, andar private hot tub. Meera kisi meeting mein chali gayi. Kabir ne Priya ko ishara kiya.
“Aaja. Paani garam hai.”
Priya sochti rahi, phir andar chali gayi. Dress utari. Bikini nahi thi. Nangi ho ke tub mein utri. Garam paani ne uski chhaatiyon ko chhua to nipples tight ho gaye.
Kabir pehle se tub mein tha. Paani ke neeche uska lund dikh raha tha. Mota, lamba, veins phooli hui, sir bada aur chamakdar. Priya ki saans atak gayi.
“Itna bada…” uske munh se nikal gaya.
Kabir hans diya. “Screen pe hero dikhta hoon. Kapde ke neeche yeh hai. Aa, chhoo ke dekh.”
Priya ne haath badhaya. Ungliyon ke neeche garam, sakht, bhari hui nadi ki tarah lund tha. Woh pakad ke upar neeche sarkaane lagi. Kabir ki gardan peeche ko giri.
“Tera pati itna mota nahi de paata hoga.”
Priya ne muh se jawaab nahi diya. Paani ke andar baith ke uske lund ko honthon se chhua. Pehle sir chat-ha, phir muh khol ke andar liya. Itna mota tha ke gaal phail gaye. Thook tapakne laga. Kabir ne uske baal pakad liye aur dheere dheere gale tak dhakel diya.
“Chus, randi biwi. Famous lund chus rahi hai tu.”
Priya ki aankhein bhar aayi lekin rukhi nahi. Gala khol ke poora lene ki koshish ki. Kabir ka precum uske jeebh pe faila. Phir usne Priya ko khinch ke apni god mein bitha diya. Lund uski choot ke muh pe laga.
Priya ne khud ko neeche gira diya. Ek hi dhakke mein lund andar ghusa. Itna mota tha ke uski saans nikal gayi.
“Ahhh… fat gaya… Rohan kabhi aise nahi bharta…”
Kabir ne uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se dhakke maare. Paani chhalakne laga. Choot ki awaaz, machhaliyon jaisi geeli-geeli. Priya ki chhatiyan uski chhati se ragad kha rahi thin. Kabir ne ek nipple muh mein le liya, kaata, kheenchha.
“Teri choot itni tight hai jaise pehli baar ho. Par tu to shaadi-shuda hai. Kitni baar socha hoga kisi hero ka lund lene ka?”
Priya sirf moan kar rahi thi. “Aur andar… poora daal… tod de…”
Kabir ne usko tub ke kinare bithaya, tangein kaanon tak kholi, aur khade ho ke tez choda. Har dhakke pe Priya ka munh khulta. Uske andar se paani aur ras mil ke nikal raha tha. Kabir ne uske gale pe haath rakha, halka dabaya.
“Aaj se tu meri set-wali randi hai. Jab bulaunga, aayegi. Pati ko mat batana.”
Priya ne haan mein sar hilaya. Orgasm aaya to uski tangen kaanpne lagi, choot ne lund ko jaise nichod diya. Kabir rukha nahi. Aur tez, aur gehra. Phir usne nikaal ke Priya ke munh pe lund rakh diya.
“Muh khol.”
Priya ne jeebh nikaali. Mota lund dhakke maarta raha, phir garam maal uske munh, gaal, chhatiyon pe girne laga. Priya ne jo muh mein aaya nigal liya, baaki ungliyon se chatti se chhila ke chat liya.
Kabir ne uska chehra uthaya aur choom liya. Apna hi cum uske honthon se uske munh mein daal diya. Geela, namkeen, ganda kiss.
“Yahi taste yaad rakh. Kal phir aana.”
Us raat Priya ghar gayi. Rohan so raha tha. Usne bathroom mein jaake phir ungliyan ki, set ka scene yaad karke. Subah Meera ne message kiya.
“Kabir pooch raha tha. Tu aayegi?”
Priya ne sirf ek word likha. “Haan.”
Doosre din vanity van mein lock laga. Kabir ne Priya ko makeup table pe litaya, panty side ko sarkaai, aur bina foreplay ke andar ghus gaya. Itna gehra ke Priya chillane lagi. Van ke baahar log chal rahe the. Andar sirf geeli awaazein.
“Chup. Camera wale sun lenge. Par teri choot schh schh kar rahi hai.”
Usne Priya ko palat ke doggy mein liya. Ek haath se uske baal kheenche, doosre se gaand pe thappad maara. Priya ki aawaz dabi hui thi.
“Aur zor se… hero… meri choot phaad de…”
Kabir ne last tak nahi nikala. Andar hi jhad diya. Garam maal uske andar bhar gaya. Priya ki tangein kaamp rahi thin.
Uske baad hafte mein teen din set. Kabhi tub, kabhi vanity, kabhi raat ko hotel ke suite mein. Kabir usko nangi karke balcony ke sheeshe pe chodata, neeche sheher jal raha hota. Kabhi uske muh mein itna daalta ke aankhon se paani nikal aata.
Ek raat Priya ne khud kaha, “Mera pati kal ghar pe nahi hai. Poori raat rakh le.”
Kabir ne rakha. Pehle muh, phir choot, phir usko apni god mein bitha ke dheere dheere choda jab tak Priya ro na padi maza se. Har baar cum kiss. Kabir apna maal uske munh mein thook ke choomta, Priya nigal leti.
Meera ko shak ho gaya lekin munh nahi khola. Sirf ek baar kaha, “Jo kar rahi hai, sambhal ke. Yeh industry nigal jaati hai.”
Priya hans di. “Pehle iska lund nigal rahi hoon. Industry baad mein.”
Teen hafte baad Priya ki walk badal chuki thi. Ghar mein Rohan ke saamne normal face, lekin raat ko phone pe Kabir ke voice note: “Kal set pe aana. Hot tub ready hai. Aaj poora lene wali hai.”
Priya ne message type kiya, panty already geeli.
“Aa rahi hoon. Aaj choot aur muh dono khule rakhungi.”
Van ke andar light dim thi. Tub ubal raha tha. Kabir nanga khada, lund already sakht, veins ubhri hui. Priya ne kapde giraaye, paani mein utri, aur seedha uske lund ko muh mein le liya.
Paani ke upar sirf uski gardan dikh rahi thi, neeche hero ka mota lund uske gale tak ja raha tha. Kabir ne sar pe haath rakh ke rhythm set ki.
Phir usne Priya ko uthaya, tub ke kinare bithaya, tangein kholi, aur ek hi dhakke mein poora andar kar diya. Priya ki chillahat van ki deewar se takrai.
“Itna bada… pet tak ja raha hai… mat nikaal… andar hi jhaad…”
Kabir ne kaan ke paas kaha, “Tera pati tujhe biwi samajhta hai. Main tujhe apni set-wali randi samajhta hoon. Farq yahi hai.”
Priya ne uska munh pakad ke choom liya, jeebh andar daali, aur usi kiss ke beech doosra orgasm aa gaya. Choot ne lund ko jaise choos liya. Kabir ne bhi nahi roka. Garam maal andar uda, phir nikaal ke Priya ke honthon pe laga diya.
Priya ne chat-ha, nigala, aur muskuraayi.
“Kal phir bula. Ab aadat lag gayi hai.”
Set ke baahar duniya chal rahi thi. Cameras, posters, fans. Van ke andar ek shaadi-shuda aurat, ek famous lund, aur ek affair jo ab chhupane layak nahi raha tha.
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