Deadline ki raat khaali office mein 26 saal ki $name1 aur uske 38 saal ke boss Kapoor sir ke beech ka tanaav aakhir conference table par toot gaya.
$name1 26 saal ki thi aur Gurgaon ki ek badi ad agency mein senior copywriter thi. Lambi, saanwli, bhari hui chhatiyon aur patli kamar wali, woh office mein hamesha fitted shirt aur pencil skirt pehnti thi. Har aadmi ki nazar uspar rehti thi, par uski nazar sirf ek aadmi par thi.
Uska boss, Rajiv Kapoor. 38 saal ka, creative director, kanpatti par halke safed baal, hamesha band gale ki shirt, aur ek gehri, bhaari awaaz jo $name1 ke pet mein titliyan uda deti thi. Woh divorced tha aur office ki aadhi ladkiyan uspar fida thi.
Kapoor sir sakht the. Kabhi tareef nahi karte the. Par $name1 ne notice kiya tha ki meetings mein unki nazar uske hothon par rukti hai, aur jab woh jhuk kar laptop dikhaati hai, to woh ek second zyada der tak uske blouse ke gale mein dekhte hain.
Kai baar $name1 ne raat ko bistar par lete hue Kapoor sir ke baare mein socha tha. Unke haath, jo whiteboard par marker chalaate hue itne pakke lagte the. Unki awaaz, jab woh dheere se uska naam lete the. Woh sochti ki agar ek din woh use apne cabin mein bula kar darwaza band kar dein to kya hoga. Aur us khayal ke saath uski ungliyan uski panty ke andar chali jaati, aur woh unka naam fusfusaate hue jhad jaati.
Subah office mein unke saamne baithte hue use sharm aati. Par saath hi ek ajeeb sa nasha bhi. Woh jaan-boojh kar unke cabin mein file dene jaati, jaan-boojh kar thoda jhukti, jaan-boojh kar apne hoth kaat-ti. Aur har baar unki aankhon mein ek chingaari dikhti jo turant bujh jaati.
Us hafte ek bada client pitch tha. Shukravaar raat das baje tak poori team chali gayi. Sirf $name1 aur Kapoor sir reh gaye, conference room mein, slides theek karte hue.
Bahar Gurgaon ki raushni chamak rahi thi. Andar AC ki halki awaaz aur dono ki saansen.
“Yeh tagline kamzor hai,” Kapoor sir ne kaha, uske peeche khade hokar laptop par jhukte hue. Unki chhati uske kandhe ko chhoo rahi thi. Unke cologne ki khushboo uski naak mein bhar gayi.
“To aap batao kya likhun, sir,” $name1 ne thoda chidh ke kaha.
“Kuch aisa jo bhook jagaaye,” unhone dheere se kaha, uske kaan ke bilkul paas. “Jaise tum jagaati ho.”
$name1 jam gayi. Uska dil zor se dhadka. Usne mud kar unki aankhon mein dekha. Woh mazaak nahi kar rahe the.
“Sir… aap jaante hain aap kya keh rahe hain?”
“Haan. Aur maine chhe mahine se nahi kaha kyonki main tumhara boss hoon. Agar tum chaho to main abhi chala jaata hoon aur kal kuch yaad nahi rahega.”
$name1 khadi hui. Woh unke itne paas thi ki unki saans mehsoos kar sakti thi. Usne apni ungli unki tie mein phansaayi aur use kheencha.
“Jaane ki zaroorat nahi, Rajiv.”
Pehli baar usne unhe naam se bulaya tha. Aur agle hi pal unke hoth uske hothon par the.
Yeh chumban dheema nahi tha. Chhe mahine ki bhookh thi isme. Rajiv ne uski kamar pakad kar use apne se chipka liya. Uski jeebh uske munh mein ghoom rahi thi. $name1 ne unke baal pakad liye.
Rajiv ne use uthaya aur conference table par bitha diya. Unke haath uski jaanghon par the, skirt ko upar sarkaate hue. $name1 ne apni taangein khol di aur unhe beech mein kheench liya. Unka khada lund pant ke andar se uski panty par dab raha tha.
“Kab se yeh karna chahta tha,” Rajiv ne uski gardan choomte hue kaha.
“Mujhe pata hai,” $name1 ne haanfte hue kaha. “Main bhi.”
Rajiv ne uski shirt ke button ek-ek karke khole, har button ke saath neeche choomte gaye. Andar safed lace ki bra thi. Unhone bra ko neeche sarkaaya aur uske saanwle, tane hue mamme bahar uchhal aaye. Gehre nipples sakht ho chuke the.
Rajiv ne ek ko munh mein liya aur zor se choosa. $name1 ne sir peeche kiya. “Aahh… Rajiv… haan…”
Unhone doosre mamme ko muthi mein bhar ke dabaaya, nipple ko anguthe aur ungli ke beech masla. $name1 ki chut panty mein tapak rahi thi.
Phir Rajiv ne uski skirt kamar tak chadha di aur uski panty ko ek taraf kheencha. Ungliyon se uski chut ko chhua. “Itni geeli? Meeting ke dauraan bhi aise hi thi kya?”
“Har meeting mein,” $name1 ne sharm chhod kar kaha.
Rajiv kursi par baithe, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur uski chut par munh laga diya. Unki jeebh lambi, dheemi chaal mein uske hothon ke beech chali, phir daane par ruki aur ghoomne lagi.
$name1 ne table ka kinara pakad liya. Laptop ek taraf gir gaya, kisi ko parwah nahi thi. “Oh god… Rajiv… aise hi… mat ruk…”
Rajiv ne do ungliyan andar daali aur upar ki taraf mod kar ragadne lage, saath mein daane ko choosna jaari rakha. $name1 ki kamar table se upar uthne lagi. Uski siskaariyan khaali office mein goonj rahi thi.
“Main… main aa rahi hoon…” Aur woh jhad gayi, jaanghein Rajiv ke sir ko jakad ke, poora badan kaanpte hue.
Jab woh saans le payi, to woh table se utri aur ghutno par baith gayi. Usne Rajiv ki belt kholi, pant aur underwear neeche kheencha. Unka lund bahar aaya — mota, bhoora, nason se bhara, aur ek halka sa tedha.
“Boss ka lund bhi boss jaisa hai,” $name1 ne muskura ke kaha aur use haath mein lekar sehlaane lagi.
Usne supade par jeebh ghumaai, phir poora munh mein le liya. Rajiv ne kursi ke haathon ko pakad liya. “Fuck… $name1…”
Woh choosti rahi, sir upar-neeche karti, gale tak leti, phir bahar nikaal kar lund se apne gaal par thapki deti. Thook uski thodi se beh kar uske nange mammon par gir raha tha. Usne unke tatte munh mein liye aur choose, aur Rajiv ki saansen toot gayi.
“Bas,” Rajiv ne use upar uthaya. “Mujhe tumhari chut chahiye.”
Unhone use ghuma kar table par jhuka diya. Uski gaand hawa mein thi, skirt kamar par, panty ghutno par. Rajiv ne uski gaand par haath phiraaya, phir ek zordaar chaanta maara.
“Aah!” $name1 cheekhi, phir hansi. “Aur maaro sir.”
Rajiv ne lund uski chut par ragda aur phir ek hi lambe dhakke mein poora andar utaar diya. $name1 ka munh khula reh gaya. Lund uski chut ko poora bhar raha tha, uski deewaron ko failaata hua.
Rajiv ne uski kamar pakdi aur dheere-dheere chodna shuru kiya. Lambe, gehre dhakke. Har baar poora bahar, phir poora andar. Table ke upar pade papers hil rahe the.
“Kal client ke saamne isi table par baithogi,” Rajiv ne uske kaan mein kaha, “aur yaad karogi ki maine tumhe yahan kaise choda.”
“Haan… yaad karungi… ab tez chodo…”
Rajiv ne raftaar badha di. Ab office mein sirf thap-thap-thap ki awaaz thi aur $name1 ki cheekhein. Unhone uske baal muthi mein lapete aur peeche kheenche, uski peeth kamaan ban gayi. Doosre haath se aage jaakar uska daana ragadne lage.
$name1 doosri baar jhad gayi, itni zor se ki uske ghutne kamzor pad gaye. Rajiv ne use thaam liya.
Phir woh kursi par baithe aur use apni god mein kheench liya. $name1 unke upar chadh gayi, unka lund pakad kar apni chut mein liya aur neeche baith gayi. Woh unke kandhe pakad kar uchhalne lagi. Uske mamme unke chehre ke saamne uchhal rahe the aur Rajiv ne unhe munh mein bhar liya.
Kursi charmara rahi thi. Bahar shahar so raha tha. $name1 ne apni kamar ghuma ghuma kar lund ko andar mathna shuru kiya, aur Rajiv ki aankhein band ho gayi.
“$name1… main ab nahi rok sakta…”
“Mat roko. Andar chhodo, Rajiv. Mujhe tumhara maal chahiye.”
Rajiv ne uski gaand dono haathon se pakdi aur neeche se tez, gehre dhakke maare. Phir unhone ek gehri garj ke saath uske andar apna garam maal chhod diya, pichkaari ke baad pichkaari. $name1 ne unhe kas ke pakda aur unke saath teesri baar jhad gayi.
Rajiv ne uske pasine se bheege baal uske chehre se hataaye aur uske maathe ko chooma. Itni sakhti ke baad yeh naram pal $name1 ko andar tak chhoo gaya. Usne unki chhati par sir rakh diya aur unki dhadkan sunti rahi, jo dheere-dheere shaant ho rahi thi.
Uski jaanghon ke beech se unka maal beh kar kursi par tapak raha tha. Usne neeche dekha aur hans padi. “Is kursi par kal HR wali Sharma ma’am baithengi.”
Rajiv bhi hans pada, ek aisi khulli hansi jo $name1 ne office mein kabhi nahi suni thi. “To phir use hum apne cabin mein le jaate hain. Wahan sofa bhi hai.”
“Abhi bhi taaqat hai?” $name1 ne aankh maari aur unke dheele padte lund ko haath mein lekar dabaaya. Woh uske haath mein phir se jaagne laga.
“Tumhare liye hamesha,” Rajiv ne kaha.
Dono der tak usi kursi par chipke rahe, haanfte hue.
Aakhir $name1 hansi. “Tagline mil gayi.”
“Kya?”
“‘Kuch deadlines intezaar ke laayak hoti hain.'”
Rajiv ne hans kar use phir se chooma. Pitch agle din jeeta gaya. Aur us din ke baad se, $name1 ko late night meetings se kabhi shikaayat nahi hui.
Somvaar subah jab $name1 office aayi, to conference table ekdum saaf tha. Par Rajiv ne meeting ke beech use dekha aur halka sa muskuraya, aur uski panty phir se geeli ho gayi.