Mera Naukar Ban Gaya Mera Malik – Agla Part

Doston, us raat ke baad meri zindagi poori tarah badal gayi. Monu ne mujhe apni gulaam bana liya tha, aur main vasna aur uske mota lund ki deewani ban chuki thi. Subah jab meri aankh khuli, to main uske chhote store room ke bistar par nangi padi thi, uski baahon mein. Uska lund meri gaand ke crack mein semi-hard tha, aur meri chut se uska kal raat ka maal abhi bhi thoda-beh raha tha. Usne mujhe uthaya, aur bola, "Uth randi, ab subah ka routine shuru kar – mera lund choos, deep throat kar, aur maal pee le."

Main ghutno par baith gayi, uska mota lund muh mein liya, gala tak daala, gagging karte hue choosa jab tak usne muh mein garam maal nahi chhod diya. Sab pee gayi, ek boond waste nahi ki. Fir usne breakfast banaya, mujhe khilaya, aur office ke liye ready kiya – normal professional suit pehnaya, lekin andar bra-panty nahi pehnne diya. "Office mein professional ban, lekin yaad rakh ki tu meri randi hai," usne kaha.

Office mein din bhar kaam kiya, lekin dimaag mein sirf Monu ka lund aur uske rules ghumte rahe. Clients se milte hue bhi nipples hard ho jaate, chut geeli rehti, kyunki andar kuch nahi pehna tha. Raat ko jab ghar wapas aayi, to Monu kitchen mein tha. Usne mujhe dekha, hasa, aur bola, "Welcome home, meri randi. Aaj se ghar ke rules apply. Pehle jaa kapde utaar, nangi ho ja. Fir ek kaam hai tera."

Main sharma kar apne room mein gayi, suit utara, nangi ho gayi. Chuuchiyaan free, gaand hilti hui kitchen mein aayi. Wo mujhe nangi dekh kar lund pajame mein khada kar liya. "Achhi kutiya, ab sun. Kal se ghar mein tu skimpy clothes pehnegi, jaise maine rule bataya – low-cut thin blouses, pallu sir par, short ghagra skirts, thongs. Aaj tu jaayegi local cheap market, wahan se yeh sab khareed ke laayegi. Budget 5000 se zyada nahi, kyunki tu meri sasti randi hai, mehenge kapde nahi chahiye. Ultra revealing chahiye – blouse itne low-cut ki chuuchiyaan side se dikhein, backless, transparent material. Skirt itni chhoti ki jhukte hi gaand dikhe, thongs colourful. Samjhi?"

Main submissive hote hue boli, "Haan malik... main aapki sasti randi hu, aaj hi jaake khareed lungi... jo aap bolo, waisa revealing laungi, taaki aapko maza aaye mujhe dekhte hue."

Usne mujhe normal salwar-kameez pehnne diya bahar jaane ke liye, lekin andar bra-panty nahi. "Ja, aur jaldi wapas aa, raat ko store room mein meri whore banegi tu."

Main auto pakad kar local cheap market pahunch gayi – woh wala market jahan sadak ke kinare dukaanein hoti hain, ladies undergarments, nighties, cheap sarees-blouses bikte hain. Log bargainers, middle-class aurte, mazdoor log – sab milte hain. Main wahan pahunchi to sharma rahi thi andar se, lekin Monu ka hukum tha, to himmat karke andar ghusi.

Pehli dukaan lingerie wali thi. Dukandar ek 40-45 saal ka uncle tha, mota, hawas bhari aankhon wala. Usne mujhe dekha – meri figure, gora rang, tight salwar mein gaand – aur muskuraya. "Kya chahiye memsaab? Bra-panty? Nighty?"

Main sharma kar boli, "Thongs chahiye... colourful, small size."

Usne shelf se 5-6 thongs nikale – red, black, pink, lace wale, itne small ki sirf chut cover karte, gaand mein string ghusti. "Yeh lo memsaab, try kar lo changing room mein." Main try ki – mirror mein dekha, gaand poori nangi, sirf thread andar, chut ke lips outline dikh rahe. Dil mein vasna jagi, socha Monu ko dikhaungi to lund khada ho jayega. 6 thongs khareede, 800 rupaye mein.

Agli dukaan blouse wali. Dukandar ladka tha, 25-30 saal ka, nazrein meri chuuchiyon par. Maine kaha, "Low-cut blouses chahiye, very deep neck, backless, thin material – transparent jaise, size 36."

Usne muskurate hue nikale – sleeveless, front mein itna deep cut ki cleavage poori dikhri, side se chuuchiyaan side-boob dikhein, back poori khuli sirf strings se bandhe. Material itna thin ki nipples outline dikhega. Colours bright – red, green, golden. "Memsaab, yeh dancer wale hain, item girls pehenti hain, bahut sexy," usne kaha, mujhe upar-neeche dekhte hue. Maine 8 blouses khareede, har ek try kiya – mirror mein chuuchiyaan jhool rahi thi, nipples hard ho gaye sharam aur excitement se. 1500 rupaye lage.

Fir ghagra-skirt wali dukaan. Ek aunty thi dukaandar. Maine kaha, "Very short ghagra chahiye, mini skirt jaise, waist se neeche sirf 10-12 inch lambai."

Aunty ne samajh kar nikale – colourful lehenga style mini skirts, flared, lekin itne chhote ki baithte hi panty (ya thong) dikhe, jhukte hi gaand poori expose. Material silky, shiny. Maine 6 skirts select ki – red, blue, pink, black – har ek try ki, ghum kar dekha ki gaand hilti hai, thong string dikh rahi hai. Aunty boli, "Beta, yeh to dancer log pehenti hain, ghar mein husband ke liye?" Maine sharma kar sir hila diya. 2000 rupaye mein sab le liya.

Total kharcha 4300 ke around, bag bhara hua. Dukandaron ki hawas bhari nazrein mujhe feel ho rahi thi, jaise woh soch rahe honge ki yeh aurat kitni badi randi hai, itne revealing kapde le rahi hai. Auto mein baithte hue chut geeli ho gayi, socha Monu ko dikhaungi to woh mujhe waहीं chod dega.

Ghar pahunchi, Monu darwaze par khada tha. Maine bag uske pairon mein rakh diya, ghutno par baith gayi, aur boli, "Malik, aapki randi ne sab khareed liya... sasta market se, revealing jaise aapne hukum diya. Ab please check karo, aur mujhe apni whore bana lo."

Usne bag khola, sab kapde nikale, muskuraya. "Achhi kutiya, ab ek-ek karke try kar ke dikha. Pallu sir par rakhna, jaise desi randi. Fir raat bhar store room mein tujhe chodunga."

Main khush hote hue room mein gayi, pehla set pehna – red thong, red low-cut thin blouse (pallu sir par), red mini ghagra. Blouse mein chuuchiyaan side se dikh rahi thi, nipples transparent material se saaf, skirt itni chhoti ki thong string gaand mein ghusi hui dikh rahi. Mirror mein dekha – bilkul ek sasti item girl lag rahi thi, Monu ki personal desi slut.

Bahut jaldi agla part mein bataungi kaise Monu ne mujhe woh outfits mein try karwaya aur fir store room mein poori raat randi banaya.