13-11-2022, 07:10 AM
Purva gets ready for her first day
Purva took a good long half hour to take a bath and cleanse herself of all the filth. Given that she also did not take a bath or even washed herself properly with water with all of the nasty things that Mushtaq used to do with her, she of course needed to scrub herself thoroughly.
Purva was still definitely turned on. It felt strange to her and she almost hated herself for being like this. What was wrong with her. She was going to be used a next-to-nothing slum worker, the lowest grade of human and that too for serving the slum women. The humiliation that she was going to be made to endure from tomorrow was something she could never imagine she would come to get aroused by. However, she found herself strangely liking the feeling of being commanded by and used as a low-life servant by the slum people. She then realized that she was really getting attached to the humiliation aspect of it all, but then she was actually angry with Mushtaq, Javed and Sajid for not fighting for her cause. They told her that they would win after making the video, but then the judgement clearly was biased towards the slum women, for whatever reason. She felt that Mushtaq and his friends should have at least shown a little more intent in the mission. But they did not deny any of the judgements that belittled their whore.
After washing herself thoroughly, Purva felt fresh after a long time. Her body was now the usual white sexy thing she was used to. She came out of the bathroom purposely ignoring Mushtaq’s lustful look at her. She opened the door, hung the towel and came back inside all naked. To Mushtaq, the new look of his wife was surprisingly turning him on. Her short, unevenly cut hair looked funnily hot on her as she roamed around naked feigning anger. She was of course still pissed, but she did not want to concede to her hubby until he came up to her. Her body was still sore from all the beatings that she was given by the slum women in the morning. All of that and the freshness of his wife made her look like a milf sexpot. Mushtaq knew that purva would eventually concede so he too continued playing. Disappointed at Mushtaq’s ignorance, Purva purposely bent herself to pick plates exposing her gorgeous behind and her peek-a-boo pussy to him to lust at. She knew that Mushtaq would be staring at her private parts although he acted as if he was just watching the tv.
Purva then settled to make dinner for the night. She sat on the floor as usual, to cook dinner as beads of sweat started to form on her body. Mushtaq who was used to sight of his shameless wife sit like a man all naked, could not contain his lust for his wife and now was staring directly at her exposed body. Purva resisted the urge to let out a smile as she knew where Mushtaq’s gaze was directed at. Calmly, she spread her legs wider for her man to enjoy her privates as she maintained that pose to cut the vegetables for dinner still not looking up at him. Finally after half-hour the couple were glaring with sexual lust. Normally but this time of the day, Mushtaq would have had his way with Purva, but today it wasn’t possible. It lingered in both their minds that they were soon going to have very rough and passionate sex. Purva specifically was sure that once she conceded, she would be roughly fucked by her husband.
Back at the panchayat place, Mr. Hussain was left with Sultana and Javed. He had some specific set of instructions to both of them. After Sultana left, he talked to Javed in person.
“Yaar Javed, maine utna kiya jitna mein kar sakta hu, ab inn auraton ko bhi khush rakhna jaroori hai, nhi toh humare liye dikkat hogi baad me..”
“Haan ji mein samajh gaya woh, koi baat nhi…”, said Javed.
“Yaar kal k liye randi pe ek dress mein dekhna chahta hu”, said Mr. Hussain.
Of course, Purva would be delivering milk to his place too.
“Kaunsa dress saheb?”, asked Javed, noticing his lust for Purva.
“Meine Sultana ko abhi bola ki uska ek koi purana langa aur blouse de…woh abhi leke aane wali hai…usse mein leke Ghafur chacha ke yahan jaake personally banwaunga. Par tujhe uss dress ko Mushtaq k yahan dena hoga”.
“Ji saheb, kyu nhi”.
Mr. Hussain and Javed had some more friendly talk and before leaving, he called out to Javed and said, “yaar tum woh randi ka video ek CD banake mujhe de na…mein baad mein kabhi dekhunga”, he said with a wink. Javed smiled at Mr. Hussain knowing his intentions. He wanted to once again watch Purva’s humiliation in the hands of the slum women. “Ji, zaroor, salaam aaleykum”, said Javed and left.
Later Sultana had returned with an old piece of used lehnga and blouse that she wore as part of another dress. It certainly seemed very old and Mr. Hussain knew that it was probably even tight for Purva given how busty she was. He of course, loved the amount of flesh Purva had where it mattered, and at the age of 31 she looked like a sexy milk. Making Sultana leave, he made his way to Ghafur chacha’s tailoring shop. Imagining Purva in that tight outfit with her milk tankers barely able to be contained, Mr. Hussain could not help but get an erection. One of his many fetishes was to see a milk woman in tiny clothes, all sleazy and exposed, and this was exactly what he had in store for her. This was going to be fun he thought.
Purva took a good long half hour to take a bath and cleanse herself of all the filth. Given that she also did not take a bath or even washed herself properly with water with all of the nasty things that Mushtaq used to do with her, she of course needed to scrub herself thoroughly.
Purva was still definitely turned on. It felt strange to her and she almost hated herself for being like this. What was wrong with her. She was going to be used a next-to-nothing slum worker, the lowest grade of human and that too for serving the slum women. The humiliation that she was going to be made to endure from tomorrow was something she could never imagine she would come to get aroused by. However, she found herself strangely liking the feeling of being commanded by and used as a low-life servant by the slum people. She then realized that she was really getting attached to the humiliation aspect of it all, but then she was actually angry with Mushtaq, Javed and Sajid for not fighting for her cause. They told her that they would win after making the video, but then the judgement clearly was biased towards the slum women, for whatever reason. She felt that Mushtaq and his friends should have at least shown a little more intent in the mission. But they did not deny any of the judgements that belittled their whore.
After washing herself thoroughly, Purva felt fresh after a long time. Her body was now the usual white sexy thing she was used to. She came out of the bathroom purposely ignoring Mushtaq’s lustful look at her. She opened the door, hung the towel and came back inside all naked. To Mushtaq, the new look of his wife was surprisingly turning him on. Her short, unevenly cut hair looked funnily hot on her as she roamed around naked feigning anger. She was of course still pissed, but she did not want to concede to her hubby until he came up to her. Her body was still sore from all the beatings that she was given by the slum women in the morning. All of that and the freshness of his wife made her look like a milf sexpot. Mushtaq knew that purva would eventually concede so he too continued playing. Disappointed at Mushtaq’s ignorance, Purva purposely bent herself to pick plates exposing her gorgeous behind and her peek-a-boo pussy to him to lust at. She knew that Mushtaq would be staring at her private parts although he acted as if he was just watching the tv.
Purva then settled to make dinner for the night. She sat on the floor as usual, to cook dinner as beads of sweat started to form on her body. Mushtaq who was used to sight of his shameless wife sit like a man all naked, could not contain his lust for his wife and now was staring directly at her exposed body. Purva resisted the urge to let out a smile as she knew where Mushtaq’s gaze was directed at. Calmly, she spread her legs wider for her man to enjoy her privates as she maintained that pose to cut the vegetables for dinner still not looking up at him. Finally after half-hour the couple were glaring with sexual lust. Normally but this time of the day, Mushtaq would have had his way with Purva, but today it wasn’t possible. It lingered in both their minds that they were soon going to have very rough and passionate sex. Purva specifically was sure that once she conceded, she would be roughly fucked by her husband.
Back at the panchayat place, Mr. Hussain was left with Sultana and Javed. He had some specific set of instructions to both of them. After Sultana left, he talked to Javed in person.
“Yaar Javed, maine utna kiya jitna mein kar sakta hu, ab inn auraton ko bhi khush rakhna jaroori hai, nhi toh humare liye dikkat hogi baad me..”
“Haan ji mein samajh gaya woh, koi baat nhi…”, said Javed.
“Yaar kal k liye randi pe ek dress mein dekhna chahta hu”, said Mr. Hussain.
Of course, Purva would be delivering milk to his place too.
“Kaunsa dress saheb?”, asked Javed, noticing his lust for Purva.
“Meine Sultana ko abhi bola ki uska ek koi purana langa aur blouse de…woh abhi leke aane wali hai…usse mein leke Ghafur chacha ke yahan jaake personally banwaunga. Par tujhe uss dress ko Mushtaq k yahan dena hoga”.
“Ji saheb, kyu nhi”.
Mr. Hussain and Javed had some more friendly talk and before leaving, he called out to Javed and said, “yaar tum woh randi ka video ek CD banake mujhe de na…mein baad mein kabhi dekhunga”, he said with a wink. Javed smiled at Mr. Hussain knowing his intentions. He wanted to once again watch Purva’s humiliation in the hands of the slum women. “Ji, zaroor, salaam aaleykum”, said Javed and left.
Later Sultana had returned with an old piece of used lehnga and blouse that she wore as part of another dress. It certainly seemed very old and Mr. Hussain knew that it was probably even tight for Purva given how busty she was. He of course, loved the amount of flesh Purva had where it mattered, and at the age of 31 she looked like a sexy milk. Making Sultana leave, he made his way to Ghafur chacha’s tailoring shop. Imagining Purva in that tight outfit with her milk tankers barely able to be contained, Mr. Hussain could not help but get an erection. One of his many fetishes was to see a milk woman in tiny clothes, all sleazy and exposed, and this was exactly what he had in store for her. This was going to be fun he thought.
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