Sitapur ke purane ice block plant ke compressor shed mein last truck nikalne ke baad scale clerk Meera ne loader Danish ko woh thand di jo kisi weight slip ya ghar ki diary pe kabhi nahi chadhati

Sitapur ke bypass ke peeche woh ice block plant itna purana tha ki log use factory nahi, thandi qabr kehte the. Bahar board pe paint utar chuka tha. Andar compressor ki aawaz raat bhar ek hi taar pe chalti thi, jaise koi bada janwar saans le raha ho. August ki raat thi. Bahar garmi itni ki asphalt naram pad jaye. Andar shed mein hawa aisi thi ki daant bajte the.

Meera scale clerk thi. Umra chhatees. Baal tight bun. Petticoat ke upar cotton salwar, kurta ke neeche sports bra jo roz pasine se chipak jata. Woh weight slip kaati thi, truck number likhti thi, ice blocks ke cube count karti thi. Uski zubaan tez thi. Mazdoor usse seedha nahi dekhte the. Danish loader tha. Aathsaal kaam. Kandhe chaure, haath phate, gale mein namak ki lakir. Woh blocks ko hook se uthata, truck pe slat lagata, phir shed ke kone mein cigarette peeta.

Us raat last truck Unnao ke liye nikal chuka tha. Chowkidar so gaya tha gate ke paas wali khat pe. Generator sirf compressor ke liye chal raha tha. Meera ne register band kiya, stamp ko ink pad pe patka, aur boli, Danish, light band kar, kal subah five baje dubara weigh karna hai.

Danish ne switch nahi mara. Woh uske table ke paas aaya. Haath mein still hook tha. Uski saans thandi thi, jaise woh ice ke saath soya ho.

Aaj tu late hai, Meera ne kaha. Aawaz tez nahi thi. Andar se kacchi thi.

Danish ne hook table pe rakh diya. Tu roz late karti hai. Roz meri taraf dekhti hai jab main block uthata hoon. Aaj bol.

Meera uth khadi hui. Kursi peeche ghisak gayi. Usne Danish ke shirt ka kolar pakda aur kheench liya. Tu sochta hai main tujhe invite kar rahi hoon? Woh itni kareeb thi ki uski saans uske gale pe padi.

Danish ne uske bun ko haath se khol diya. Baal girte hi usne unhe mutthi mein liya aur peeche kheencha. Meera ki gardan khul gayi. Usne gali nahi di. Usne muh khol diya.

Danish ne uske muh mein thook diya. Meera ne nigla nahi. Usne uske jeebh se ladai ki. Dono ke daant takraaye. Meera ke honth fat gaye. Swad lohe ka tha. Danish ne uske kurta ke button nahi khole. Usne gala pakad ke kapda upar se kheench diya. Sports bra ke upar usne muh laga diya aur daant se kapda kaatne ki koshish ki. Meera ne uske baal pakde aur apne seene pe daba diye.

Chus, usne kaha. Tez. Jaise tu ice chusta hai.

Danish ne bra ko neeche khiska diya. Meera ke nipples thand se tight the. Usne ek ko muh mein liya aur zor se chusa, doosre ko ungliyon se masla jaise koi scale pe number daba raha ho. Meera ki kamar lachak gayi. Uski awaaz shed ki tin roof se takraayi.

Danish ne uske salwar ka nada khola aur neeche kheench diya. Petticoat ke neeche panty geeli thi. Usne panty ko side se kheench ke ungli andar daal di, do ungliyan, seedha, bina pooche. Meera ne uske kandhe pe naakhun gaad diye.

Rand, Danish ne kaha. Roz register pe number likhti hai. Aaj number le.

Meera ne uske belt ko khola. Jeans ke button tut ke gir gaya. Usne uska lund nikaala. Mota, garam, nasein upar uthhi hui. Usne thook lagaya aur mutthi se upar neeche kiya. Phir baithi nahi. Woh ghutno pe nahi gayi. Usne table pe kamar tek ke apna muh aage kiya aur lund ko gale tak le gayi. Danish ne uske baal dono haathon se pakde aur dhakka mara. Meera ki aankhen bhar aayi. Thook tapka. Usne gale se awaaz nikaali jo gali jaisi thi.

Danish ne nikaala aur uske muh pe patka. Phir wapas ghusaya. Meera ke honth geele, thook se chipke. Usne uske lund ko chusa jaise koi bhookha ho, jaise last truck ke baad koi ration na ho.

Danish ne usko uthaya aur table pe litaya. Register gir gaya. Stamp floor pe khadaki. Usne Meera ke taangein kholi. Panty ko fad diya. Kapda ice crate ke peeche gir gaya. Usne muh laga diya uski chut pe. Zabaan andar, daant bahar, naakhun uski ranon pe. Meera ne uske sar ko apni taangon ke beech daba liya.

Chat, usne kaha. Saaf mat kar. Ganda rakh.

Danish ne chatne ke bajaye chusa. Phir do ungliyan andar, teesri clit pe. Meera ki kamar uthhi. Woh table se lipat gayi. Uski awaaz compressor ke saath mil gayi.

Danish khada hua. Usne lund ko uski chut pe ragda, sirf head andar, phir poora nahi. Meera ne uske kamar ko kheencha.

Andar daal, saale. Ab naatak mat kar.

Danish ne ek jhatke mein ghusaya. Meera ki saans atak gayi. Thand bahar, garam andar. Usne dhakka mara, table hil gaya. Ice crate ki chain khadaki. Meera ke boobs upar neeche hile. Danish ne unhe mutthi mein liya aur dabaya. Nipples uski hatheli mein doob gaye.

Woh tez choda. Koi rhythm nahi. Jaise koi hook se block uthata hai, waise hi dhakke. Meera ke muh se galiyan nikal rahi thin. Rand, kutti, thook, aur beech beech mein uska naam. Danish. Aur. Tod.

Danish ne uske gale pe haath rakh diya. Dabaya nahi, bas rakha. Meera ki aankhen khuli rahi. Usne uske haath ko apne gale pe aur zor se daba diya.

Aur kas, usne kaha. Main bhagi nahi.

Danish ne kas diya. Meera ki cheekein ruk gayi. Sirf saans ki siskiyan. Usne tez choda, table ki kinare pe uski kamar ragad rahi thi. Skin jal rahi thi. Meera ki chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, thok thok.

Danish ne nikaala. Meera table se utri, taangein kaamp rahi thin. Usne khud ko crate ke peeche ghasit liya jahan thand tez thi. Concrete geela tha. Usne haath deewar pe tek diye aur kamar peeche ki.

Peeche se, usne kaha. Jaise tu truck load karta hai.

Danish ne uske baal phir se pakde. Lund peeche se ghusaya. Meera ki deewar se maatha takraya. Usne dhakke maare jo tin roof tak gaye. Meera ki gaand pe usne thappad mara. Ek, do, teen. Laal pad gayi. Phir usne ungli uski gaand ke ched pe ghumayi, thook lagaya, aur ek ungli andar daal di jab lund chut mein tha.

Meera ne gaali di jo register mein nahi likhi jaati. Danish ne doosri ungli add ki. Meera ki kamar kaampi. Usne peeche se itna zor se choda ki uske pair slip ho gaye. Danish ne uski kamar pakad ke uthaye rakha.

Tu roz sochti hai main tujhe nahi dekhta, Danish ne kaha, saans toot ke. Main tera sweat smell karta hoon jab tu scale pe khadi hoti hai. Aaj woh smell meri mutthi mein hai.

Meera ne muh deewar pe rakh diya. Thook tapka. Aa, usne kaha. Andar. Bahar mat nikal.

Danish nahi nikla. Usne dhakke tez kiye. Meera ki chut ne usko pakad liya. Dono ka pasina thand mein bhi garam tha. Compressor ki aawaz unke beech se guzri.

Danish jhuka. Usne Meera ke kaan mein kaha, Main tujhe yahin chodunga jab next truck aayega bhi. Slip pe nahi likhunga.

Meera hasi. Woh hasi gali jaisi thi. Likh, saale. Weight mein add kar. Extra cube.

Danish ne usko floor pe gira diya. Concrete thanda. Meera upar aa gayi. Usne lund ko apni chut pe baitha ke khud ko neeche gira diya. Woh uske upar naachi, tez, gaand pe haath rakh ke. Danish ne uske nipples ko masla, phir uth ke muh mein liya. Meera ki ungliyan uske seene pe gaad gayi.

Usne apna haath peeche le jaake uski gaand ke ched ko phir se dabaaya. Danish ne karaaha. Meera ne uske muh pe thook diya. Danish ne nigla.

Ab tu mera scale hai, Meera ne kaha. Main tera number kaatungi.

Woh tez hui. Uske thighs kaampe. Orgasm aaya to usne muh band nahi kiya. Cheek tin tak gayi. Danish ne uske hips pakde aur neeche se dhakke maare jab tak uska bhi nikalne laga.

Andar, Meera ne kaha. Abhi. Abhi daal.

Danish ne usko neeche daba ke khud upar aa gaya. Taangein uske kandhon pe. Usne last dhakke maare aur andar gira. Meera ki chut ne kheencha. Dono ki saans compressor se tez thi.

Woh thodi der pade rahe. Thand ne unhe kaata. Meera ke baal concrete pe chipke. Danish ka lund dheela hua to cum tapka, uski ranon pe, floor pe, ice melt ke paani mein mil gaya.

Meera uthhi. Usne panty nahi dhoondi. Salwar pehni, kurta seedha kiya, bun nahi banaya. Baal khule. Honth sooje. Gale pe Danish ki ungliyon ke nishan.

Danish ne jeans uthayi. Button nahi tha. Usne hook uthaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Kal five baje weigh hai, Meera ne kaha. Extra cube mat ginna. Main dekh lungi.

Danish ne cigarette jali. Thand mein dhuan seedha upar gaya. Tu late aana, usne kaha. Main compressor ke peeche wait karunga.

Meera ne stamp uthaya, ink pad pe patka, register khola. Usne last line mein sirf truck number likha. Weight wahi jo subah tha. Koi extra nahi.

Gate pe chowkidar kharraata le raha tha. Bahar Sitapur ki raat garam thi. Andar shed mein Meera ki taangein chipchipi thin. Woh scale ke paas khadi rahi jab tak Danish ne light band nahi ki.

Andhere mein compressor chalta raha. Meera ne uski taraf haath badhaya, uske lund ko jeans ke upar se dabaya, ek baar, zor se, jaise koi last stamp ho.

Kal, usne kaha. Is se tez. Is se ganda. Aur agar tune narm mara to main tera hook teri gaand mein daal dungi.

Danish hasa. Woh hasi shed mein atak gayi. Theek hai, clerk sahiba. Kal tera register mere thook se geela hoga.

Meera nikal gayi. Pairon tale paani aur cum. Bahar garmi ne uska chehra pakda. Usne bun nahi banaya. Scooty start ki. Exhaust ki aawaz compressor se mil gayi, phir alag ho gayi.

Plant wahi raha. Blocks wahi. Slip saaf. Sirf crate ke peeche concrete pe ek geela nishan subah tak pighal gaya, jaise koi hisaab jo kagaz pe chadhna nahi chahta.

Meera ghar pahunchi to mirror mein gale ke nishan dekhe. Usne cream nahi lagayi. Usne unhe chhoda. Subah five baje wapas aana tha. Danish wait karega. Hook table pe hoga. Register khula hoga. Aur beech mein woh thand jo koi diary nahi likhti.

Usne light band ki. Kamre mein garmi thi. Phir bhi uski chamdi yaad rakh rahi thi shed ki thand, table ki kinare, crate ki chain, aur woh dhakke jo number nahi banate, sirf awaaz banate hain.

Kal phir last truck niklega. Phir scale. Phir Danish. Phir woh galiyan jo Sitapur ki raat ke bahar nahi jaati. Andar hi pighalti hain, ice ke saath, cum ke saath, bina slip ke.