Isha ki umar 24 thi. Gaon se aayi thi, alag jaat. Kitchen ke peeche wale chhote kamre mein rehti thi jahan AC nahi tha, sirf ek pankha aur nylon panty ke do-teen joode. Bade doodh the uske — blouse ke button hamesha tension mein. Malik Rudra Malhotra 38 ka, shahar ka naam, raat ka mafia. Biwi Kiara 32 ki, party queen, log kehte the “loving wife”, andar se woh pehle escort thi… ab bhi kabhi-kabhi husband ke clients ko “manage” karti thi. Ghar mein teesra aadmi Dev, 28, bodyguard, kaali shirt, kaan mein earpiece, aankh hamesha Isha ke gaand pe.
Isha ko pata tha: is ghar mein woh invisible hai. Paani laati hai, bartan dhothi hai, Kiara ki saari press karti hai — lekin jab koi mehmaan aata hai, koi uska naam nahi leta. “Jo bhi hai kitchen se bhej do.” Bas.
Us din ghar mein awaaz aayi. Kiara phone pe thi, living room ke sheeshe ke peeche.
“Rudra, yeh Isha… jaat alag hai, staff bol rahe hain suspicious hai. Kal nikaal dena. Naya maid rakh lenge.”
Isha ke haath se glass toot gaya. Naukri gayi to gaon wapas. Udhari. Bhai ki shaadi. Maa ki dawai. Uske paas sirf ek cheez thi jo is ghar mein kisi ko chahiye thi — gila munh, bade doodh, aur woh baat jo woh roz sochti thi: Malik ka lund andar tak, bina condom, creampie.
Us raat Rudra drunken tha. Do bottle scotch. Dev usko peeche-peeche bedroom tak le gaya. Kiara club gayi thi — “wife’s friend” Tanya ke saath. Isha ne himmat ki. Nightie pehni, neeche safed nylon panties, upar se almost transparent.
Kamre ke darwaze pe khadi. “Sir… paani.”
Rudra bed pe leti aankh laal. “Kaun hai… ah, maid. Andar aa. Invisible hi rehna yahan. Dev, darwaza band kar, bahar khada reh.”
Dev muskuraya. Band kiya, lekin andar se ek inch khula chhod diya. Dekhega.
Isha tray rakhne lagi to Rudra ne uska haath pakad liya. “Kitni der se soch rahi hai? Kiara ne bola nikaal doon tujhe. Bol, naukri kyu rakhun?”
Isha ghutno pe baith gayi. “Sir… jo bolo. Main kuch bhi karungi. Jaat meri neeche hai, main jaanti hoon. Lekin mujhe yahan rakhna. Main… main aapki fucktoy ban jaungi. Ghar ki. Invisible. Koi nahi jaanega.”
Rudra ne scotch ka glass uske doodh ke beech rakh diya. “Doodh nikaal. Nylon panty abhi mat utarna. Pehle dikha kitni gandi hai tu.”
Isha ne nightie utari. Bra nahi thi. Bade, kaale nipple, bhaari tits jo uske haath se bhi nikal jaate. Rudra ne ek nipple masla, phir glass ka thanda paani tapkaya. Isha ka muu khul gaya.
“Ab palat. Gaand upar. Panty side kar, mat nikaal.”
Nylon ki patli silai uski gaand ke beech dab gayi. Rudra ne dono haath se gaand phaadi aur ass lick shuru kiya — jeebh se hole tak, neeche choot ke paani tak. Isha ne gaddi daba li. “Sir… aah… aise mat… main gir jaungi…”
“Giregi to naukri chali jayegi. Chup chap chatwa.”
Dev keearpiece se saans tez ho rahi thi. Woh corridor mein lund dabaaye khada tha.
Rudra ne panty ke upar se hi do ungliyan choot mein ghusai. Isha itni gili thi ki nylon chipak gaya. “Prostitute nahi hai tu, maid hai. Phir bhi choot tawaif jaisi. Kiara bhi aisi hi thi jab main usko sex school se uthaya tha. Wahan unhe sikhate hain — kaise malik ko rakhna hai. Tujhe bhi sikhaunga.”
Isha ne peeche mud ke dekha. “Sir… andar daalo. Condom mat lagana. Please. Creampie chahiye. Naukri ke badle meri kokh mein daal do.”
Rudra hasa. “Pehle muh. Phir gaand chat. Phir sochunga.”
Isha ne lund nikaala. Mota, nassdaar, sharaab ki smell. Woh usko gale tak le gayi. Aankh mein paani. Rudra ne baal pakad ke face-fuck kiya. “Invisible fucktoy… awaaz mat nikal. Biwi ke dost raat ko wapas aayenge.”
Woh jhadne wala tha muh mein, Isha ne chhod diya. “Nahi sir… yahan nahi. Choot mein. Main maangti hoon.”
Usne usko bed pe giraaya, nylon panty kheenchi, ek pair takle pe atki reh gayi. Taangein kandhe pe. Lund choot ke muh pe laga, ek jhatke mein poora andar.
Isha ki awaaz toot gayi. “Jaat tod di na sir… meri…”
“Tohdi. Ab yeh choot meri property hai. Ghar ki maid, ghar ka lund.”
Woh tez choda. Bade tits upar-neeche. Dev darwaze se dekh raha tha, hath lund pe. Rudra ne Isha ko palata, doggy, gaand pe thappad, phir phir se jeebh gaand pe — ass lick ke baad turant lund wapas choot mein.
“Bol, kiski hai?”
“Aapki sir… Rudra sir ki choot… maid ki naukri… creampie do… bhar do…”
Rudra ne kamar kas ke daal diya. Garam dhaar andar tak. Isha kapne lagi, ungliyan chadar noch rahi thi. Paani mila hua lund nikalte hi uski choot se tapka — white, gadha, uski jaangh pe nylon panty ke elastic tak.
Rudra ne uske pet pe haath rakha. “Ab pregnant bhi ho gayi to bhi naukri nahi jayegi. Invisible hi rahegi. Subah chai leke aana, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.”
Subah Kiara ne kitchen mein Isha ko dekha. Chaal alag thi. Choot sooji. Nylon panty pe daag.
Kiara ne coffee peeke kaha, “Kal phone pe jo suna na… woh test tha. Main jaanti hoon tune suna. Meri wife’s friend Tanya bhi jaanti hai. Hum loving wives hain, Isha. Gusse mein nahi. Is ghar mein teen cheezein chalti hain — paise, jaat, aur choot.”
Isha ka chehra phika. Kiara ne apni silk robe kholi. Uske bhi bade tits, lekin salon-wale, gol. Neeche lace.
“Main bhi kabhi ‘prostitute wife’ thi. Sex school, Dubai wala farmhouse. Wahan sikhaya tha kaise husband ke lund ko doosri aurat ke saath share karna hai bina shadi toote. Rudra ko mafia banna tha, mujhe queen. Tu jaat se neeche hai isliye tujhe invisible rakhna asaan hai. Aaj se tu meri bhi hai.”
Kiara ne Isha ko slab se lagaaya. Do aurat. Intercaste, malik ki property. Kiara ne Isha ke nylon panty ke upar se choot masli jo abhi bhi creampie se chipchipi thi.
“Yeh Rudra ka maal hai. Chaat.”
Isha jhuki. Kiara ki choot pe jeebh. Upar se Kiara kehte rahi, “Dev ko bhi dekhne de kabhi. Bodyguard bhookha hai. Lekin creampie sirf Rudra ka. Rule yeh hai. Samjhi?”
“Ji ma’am.”
Us din se Isha ki naukri pakki ho gayi. Subah chai, dopahar bartan, raat ko invisible fucktoy.
Doosri raat Tanya aayi — Kiara ki friend, lambi, drunken already, red dress. Teen auratein, ek mafia, ek bodyguard.
Rudra ne kaha, “Aaj school chalega. Isha, nylon panty pehen ke aa. Padhai shuru.”
Living room. Sheeshe. Dev kone mein khada, shirt ke buttons khule, lund bahar, lekin touch nahi — “bodyguard duty.”
Kiara ne Isha ko table pe litaya. “Lesson one: ass lick. Pehle meri friend ki gaand, phir meri, phir malik jab bole tab uski.”
Isha four se Tanya ki gaand chatne lagi. Tanya drunken mein hans rahi thi, “Saali jaat ki maid… jeebh tez hai… Kiara tune sahi toy rakhi hai.”
Rudra aaya, belt kholi. Isha ki choot pe lund maara, andar tak, jab uska munh Tanya ki gaand pe tha. Double use. Invisible. Koi camera nahi, lekin Dev ki aankhein camera thi.
“Creampie maang,” Rudra ne kaha.
Isha ne muh hataake kaha, “Sir… Isha ki choot mein daal do… naukri ke liye… jaat ke liye… main kuch bhi… fucktoy… please bhar do…”
Usne bhara. Phir nikaala, Isha ki jaangh pe late-night light mein chamak. Kiara ne ungli se woh maal uthaya aur Isha ke muh pe laga diya. “Swallow. School complete.”
Dev ko last mein Isha ke muh ka haq mila — lund chus, lekin andar nahi. Rule. Creampie sirf malik.
Ek hafte baad ghar mein meeting thi. Doosre gang ke log. Isha ko boli gayi: “Nazar nahi aani. Paani bhar, nikal. Invisible.”
Woh saari-blouse mein ghusi, head down. Lekin Rudra ne table ke neeche usko bula liya. Meeting chalti rahi upar — paisa, goli, route. Neeche Isha ghutno ke bal, lund muh mein, nylon panty side pe, do ungliyan khud ki choot mein.
Rudra meeting mein bol raha tha, “Deal final,” aur neeche haath se Isha ka sar dabaye tha. Jab room khali hua to usne usko table pe litaya, taangein phaad, dobara creampie. Isha ke muh se sirf itna nikla, “Naukri… bach gayi na sir?”
“Bach gayi. Tu ab staff nahi. Tu furniture hai. Chalti-phirti choot.”
Raat ko Kiara ne Isha ke chhote kamre mein aake uske pet pe haath phera. “Agar bachcha ho gaya to bhi naam nahi hoga. Invisible hi rahega. Loving wife main hoon, tu hole hai. Deal pasand hai?”
Isha ne aankh band ki. Gaon, udhari, jaat, naukri. Phir Rudra ka garam maal jo ab uske andar sookh raha tha.
“Pasand hai ma’am. Main kuch bhi karungi.”
Dev darwaze ke bahar se bola, “So ja. Kal subah gym ke baad malik ko massage dena. Panty nylon hi pehenna. Unko wahi pasand hai.”
Pankha ghooma. Isha ne haath apni choot pe rakha, jo ab bhi khuli aur bhari thi. Intercaste maid. Mafia boss ki creampie. Wife ki school. Bodyguard ki nazar. Ghar ki sabse invisible cheez, aur sabse zyada use hone wali.
Naukri uski pakki thi.
Aur uski choot ab ghar ki property thi.
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