13-11-2022, 02:39 PM
Purva begins her first day as the doodhwali for the slum people
“Randi, oye randi, uth jaa time ho gya hai doodh bechne jaana hai tujhe, uth randi”, Mushtaq barked at Purva who was still sound asleep. Purva was obviously tired from yesterday's tiresome day where she was treated roughly by the slum women. Yesterday was a pivotal day in the history of the Maztanpur slums. Purva a rich decent urban woman who was Mushtaq’s randi for a period of 30 days was ruled by the panchayat to become a working women of the lowest cadre for the slum women. She was supposed to deliver milk to each woman's household every morning hereon. Her initiation had begun. Today was her first day as a neech, a colloquial term that Sultana used for her to denote that her social status was lower than the self-respected women of the slum. Yesterday in the panchayat, Sultana claimed that Purva being a shameless whore would be lower in status than them, and thus she would be a neech, and that she would have to call the self-respected women of the slum as memsaab even of they were younger than Purva. Purva was rebuked for having gone naked to the milk booth the last couple of days. Yesterday Purva was brutally humiliated by the slum women for appearing naked shamelessly on the streets and a hearing was announced by the sarpanch. A panchayat meeting was setup and the verdict decided that purva would have to deliver milk to the women of the slums every day in the morning, among other things.
It was already 6:15 am and Purva had to be present at the milk booth at 6. Mushtaq was concerned that his dear wife would have to face humiliating consequences again in case she was late. Purva was still on the bed fast asleep with her hands and legs spread wide shamelessly. Of course before falling asleep, her husband had fucked her in and out as per his needs. Mushtaq paused for a moment to lust at the sexpot in front of him. He kissed on his wife’s dear pussy and spit on it a couple of times. He then gave her a sharp slap on her sorry cunt, as Purva squealed in pain from the tinge on her vagina. “Arre randi uth ja yaar…aaj tujhe jana hoga doodh bechne”. He then proceeded to slap gently on her boobs and purva finally got up. “Kya hua Mushtaq ji, kitna time hua?”. “Arre meri raand, jaldi uth, aaj tujhe jana hai milk booth pe...late hogi toh wapas teri gaand maarenge”. Purva suddenly opened her eyes and got up in an instant. She didn’t want to be late on her duty her first day itself. “Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi time hai na? sorry mein bohot neend me thi“, she said. Mushtaq lovingly grabbed her breasts and squeezed both her nipples in between his fingers. “Haan, tension mat le sasti raand, abhi time hai…tu uth, aur yeh le tera dress”.
Purva saw the dress and jumped in excitement. Of course, she loved to wear such tight revealing clothes, but this one seemed just too hot. “Arre waah, Mushtaq ji, yeh dress kahan se mila?“, she asked Mushtaq. “Kal sarpanch sahab ne tere liye banwaya, achha hai?”. “Ohh, haan bohot sexy lag rha hai ji, bass yeh kapda bohot purana lag rha hai…”, she said. Of course the cloth was worn out and cheap. The material of the skirt was way thin and flimsy.
“Haan yaar, yeh to Sultana ka purana lehnga aur blouse hai, usne tere liye daan diya hai, aur sarpanch saheb ne tere liye aise silwaya Ghafur chacha k yahan”.
Purva’s face turned from joy to discomfort. So, after all it was just part of the humiliation. She was being made to wear an extremely revealing outfit to please everyone with her body that was tailored from Sultana’s old clothes. It bothered her a little bit to be wearing her rival’s old useless clothes, but right now she didn’t have time to think about it. She could not afford to be late on her first day itself.
“Soch mat randi, ab yeh pehn…isme tu toh ek dum maalraand lagegi”, saying so he kissed her passionately on the lips and licked her face with lust. Mushtaq then sat on the bed as his sexy wife tried to fit herself in the tiny clothes.
The skirt wasn’t a challenge really. It would still be tight for her at the hips, but it would certainly be manageable. The problem would be her blouse. It was actually a bra for all practical purposes and a very insufficient one at that. As Mushtaq had noted yesterday, it had a very deep and wide cut at the front that only connected way down at the base and the way Karim tailored it wasn’t really impressive. Purva managed to put it on her but it was indeed too tight for her and her boobs were being shown all over the place. Her boobs were obscenely jutting out and a part of her underboobs were also visible. Mushtaq couldn’t believe how sexy she was looking in such a randy blouse.
Purva, while adjusting her blouse to best cover her huge titties said, “Arre Mushtaq ji, isme bohot dikh rha hai mere stann, chalega kya?“.
“Arre kyun nhi chalega raand, tu nangi nhi hai na, aur itna toh kam se kam dikhayegi tu, hai ki nhi? Ab jaada soch mat aur nikal milk booth pe…wahan pe Kabul intezaar kar rha hoga tere liye…”, he said as he hurriedly sent off Purva on her first day of her job.
“Randi, oye randi, uth jaa time ho gya hai doodh bechne jaana hai tujhe, uth randi”, Mushtaq barked at Purva who was still sound asleep. Purva was obviously tired from yesterday's tiresome day where she was treated roughly by the slum women. Yesterday was a pivotal day in the history of the Maztanpur slums. Purva a rich decent urban woman who was Mushtaq’s randi for a period of 30 days was ruled by the panchayat to become a working women of the lowest cadre for the slum women. She was supposed to deliver milk to each woman's household every morning hereon. Her initiation had begun. Today was her first day as a neech, a colloquial term that Sultana used for her to denote that her social status was lower than the self-respected women of the slum. Yesterday in the panchayat, Sultana claimed that Purva being a shameless whore would be lower in status than them, and thus she would be a neech, and that she would have to call the self-respected women of the slum as memsaab even of they were younger than Purva. Purva was rebuked for having gone naked to the milk booth the last couple of days. Yesterday Purva was brutally humiliated by the slum women for appearing naked shamelessly on the streets and a hearing was announced by the sarpanch. A panchayat meeting was setup and the verdict decided that purva would have to deliver milk to the women of the slums every day in the morning, among other things.
It was already 6:15 am and Purva had to be present at the milk booth at 6. Mushtaq was concerned that his dear wife would have to face humiliating consequences again in case she was late. Purva was still on the bed fast asleep with her hands and legs spread wide shamelessly. Of course before falling asleep, her husband had fucked her in and out as per his needs. Mushtaq paused for a moment to lust at the sexpot in front of him. He kissed on his wife’s dear pussy and spit on it a couple of times. He then gave her a sharp slap on her sorry cunt, as Purva squealed in pain from the tinge on her vagina. “Arre randi uth ja yaar…aaj tujhe jana hoga doodh bechne”. He then proceeded to slap gently on her boobs and purva finally got up. “Kya hua Mushtaq ji, kitna time hua?”. “Arre meri raand, jaldi uth, aaj tujhe jana hai milk booth pe...late hogi toh wapas teri gaand maarenge”. Purva suddenly opened her eyes and got up in an instant. She didn’t want to be late on her duty her first day itself. “Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi time hai na? sorry mein bohot neend me thi“, she said. Mushtaq lovingly grabbed her breasts and squeezed both her nipples in between his fingers. “Haan, tension mat le sasti raand, abhi time hai…tu uth, aur yeh le tera dress”.
Purva saw the dress and jumped in excitement. Of course, she loved to wear such tight revealing clothes, but this one seemed just too hot. “Arre waah, Mushtaq ji, yeh dress kahan se mila?“, she asked Mushtaq. “Kal sarpanch sahab ne tere liye banwaya, achha hai?”. “Ohh, haan bohot sexy lag rha hai ji, bass yeh kapda bohot purana lag rha hai…”, she said. Of course the cloth was worn out and cheap. The material of the skirt was way thin and flimsy.
“Haan yaar, yeh to Sultana ka purana lehnga aur blouse hai, usne tere liye daan diya hai, aur sarpanch saheb ne tere liye aise silwaya Ghafur chacha k yahan”.
Purva’s face turned from joy to discomfort. So, after all it was just part of the humiliation. She was being made to wear an extremely revealing outfit to please everyone with her body that was tailored from Sultana’s old clothes. It bothered her a little bit to be wearing her rival’s old useless clothes, but right now she didn’t have time to think about it. She could not afford to be late on her first day itself.
“Soch mat randi, ab yeh pehn…isme tu toh ek dum maalraand lagegi”, saying so he kissed her passionately on the lips and licked her face with lust. Mushtaq then sat on the bed as his sexy wife tried to fit herself in the tiny clothes.
The skirt wasn’t a challenge really. It would still be tight for her at the hips, but it would certainly be manageable. The problem would be her blouse. It was actually a bra for all practical purposes and a very insufficient one at that. As Mushtaq had noted yesterday, it had a very deep and wide cut at the front that only connected way down at the base and the way Karim tailored it wasn’t really impressive. Purva managed to put it on her but it was indeed too tight for her and her boobs were being shown all over the place. Her boobs were obscenely jutting out and a part of her underboobs were also visible. Mushtaq couldn’t believe how sexy she was looking in such a randy blouse.
Purva, while adjusting her blouse to best cover her huge titties said, “Arre Mushtaq ji, isme bohot dikh rha hai mere stann, chalega kya?“.
“Arre kyun nhi chalega raand, tu nangi nhi hai na, aur itna toh kam se kam dikhayegi tu, hai ki nhi? Ab jaada soch mat aur nikal milk booth pe…wahan pe Kabul intezaar kar rha hoga tere liye…”, he said as he hurriedly sent off Purva on her first day of her job.
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