13-11-2022, 05:54 PM
On her way to her first day of work, Purva was greeted by all the men. Of course, now it was publicly known that Purva would be delivering milk in sleazy outfits to all the slum women after it was decided yesterday in the panchayat meeting. The men were extremely pleased to have Purva showing plenty of skin. For a moment, they were skeptical that she would cover up due to the decision ruled by the panchayat, but of course, they knew how big a slut Purva was. “Arre waah doodhwali, bohot kiraak lag rhi hai…“, she heard from one of the guys. Another guy commented, “iska bra dekh loudi ki, lagta hai chuchhe se bechegi doodh…kitne bade hai iske”, said another guy as they laughed happily at the lustful sight that walked in front of them. Purva loved it when men spoke about her like that describing her assets in crude ways. Now, due to her recent discovery of her humiliation fetish, she began to enjoy it more than before too. She looked at the men and smiled, “Achha laga aap ko mera yeh dress?”. The men beamed with lust and said “Haan re, itna gora badan aur itni jhakaas dress mein ek dum raand lag rhi hai, doodhwali”, they shouted out to her and continued to laugh happily. “Arre randi, kal se thoda make up bhi laga lena yaar, aur jhakaas maal lagegi tu”, one of the men said. “Thik h”, she replied with a friendly smile and continued walking to the milk booth.
The milk booth was of course completely empty today. Purva was instructed to meet the guy who owned the milk booth, his name was Kabul. As she walked up to him, she smiled at him as he completely lusted at her ripe nude body covered in such tiny clothes. “Assalam waleykum Kabul ji”, she said.
“Waah bhabhi, kya lag rhi hai tu itne chhoti si kapde me…tere ko nanga dekhne se jaada mazaa aise kapdo me dekhne me milta hai hume, pata hai tujhe?“, said Kabul suggestively looking at her whole body.
Purva seductively smiled at him and said, “Achha aisa kya?”
“Mujhe lagta hai tere babbe ki wajah se tera bra fat jayegi, itna chhota kapda me itne bade mamme kaise chup sakte hai”, he said, beaming with happiness.
“Arre Kabul ji, aise na hi bolo, mujhe tension aa jayega…agar sahi me aise fat gaya yeh toh woh aurat wapas mujhe maar-peeth kar denge”, she said with a concerned look.
“Arre bhabhi, aise kuch nhi hoga, mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…tu tension mat le…par haan tere babbe bahut bade hai aur woh iss chhoti si blouse me bohot badhiya dikhte hai“, he said with lust.
“Thank you Kabul ji”, she said shyly.
“Achha dekho, yeh lo tera cycle, ispe dono taraf do do doodh ke can hai, khul milake chaar. isme tujhe saare bhabhi k ghar doodh dena hoga…samjhi?“
“haan ji thik h”, she said.
“Aur agar thoda kam hua toh apna doodh bech dena”, he said with a wink.
Purva decided to play along, “thik h, par uske liye aap ko mujhe paise dene honge haan!”, she said with a playful smile.
“Achha thik h, ek kaam kar fir…tu pehle mujhe taste kara tere doodh, fir me rate bataunga tere doodh ka”, he said once again with a wink. Purva loved how the guy was flirting with her, and she found it really cute. Kabul was a guy who was probably in his 20s and had the look of a kid. She would really come to enjoy this playfulness with every morning she thought.
“Achha, thik h, abhi late ho rahi hu, toh wapas aake taste karaungi meri doodh aap ko, thik h?”, she said, this time with a wink herself.
“Haha, arre bhabhi mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…chal ab tu toh kaam p nikal, late ho jayega nhi toh. Yeh kaagaz lo, isme saare bhabhi ka ghar ka rasta banaya hai meine kal baith k taaki aap k liye aasan ho”, he said and handed her a piece of paper that had a drawn map of all their houses with the names of the women to whom she was supposed to deliver milk. It was indeed quite helpful as otherwise Purva wouldn’t have any way to figure that out.
“Arre yeh bohot achha bana hua hai Kabul, bohot dhanywaad”, she said. She then proceeded to give a peck on his cheek. “Lo yeh tumhare liye”, she said once again winking at him.
Kabul blushed at her kiss. “Arre yeh kis baat ki bhabhi, bohot dhanywaad tere ko ki roj subah aise darshan milega mujhe tera”, he said and suggestively gawked at her huge tits. Of course, the size of the bra made her boobs look spectacular. Her under-boob was a great finish to all the lust that she emanated from her breasts and no one was sure to miss such a busty figure roaming around in such a tiny bra.
Purva then proceeded to fill both the cans with milk. After doing so she hopped on to the cycle making sure that her skirt was completely under her ass, lest she show off all her behind to everyone. She then waved her hands to Kabul and said, “bye Kabul”.
She started to cycle, and realized the change in her life. She was now officially a doodhwali for the slum people. Her job was to make lives easier for them, so that they no longer had to wait in the queue. It was so erotic that her humiliation was carried out in such a way that it was beneficial to all the women in the slums, the same bunch of women who completely destroyed her and humiliated her the other day right in front of the milk booth. As she cycled the cool air of the morning was hitting at her exposed pussy. The skirt was flying up completely exposing her pussy, so she had to make sure she had one hand on her skirt. Purva was on time on her first day as the doodhwali for the slums.
The milk booth was of course completely empty today. Purva was instructed to meet the guy who owned the milk booth, his name was Kabul. As she walked up to him, she smiled at him as he completely lusted at her ripe nude body covered in such tiny clothes. “Assalam waleykum Kabul ji”, she said.
“Waah bhabhi, kya lag rhi hai tu itne chhoti si kapde me…tere ko nanga dekhne se jaada mazaa aise kapdo me dekhne me milta hai hume, pata hai tujhe?“, said Kabul suggestively looking at her whole body.
Purva seductively smiled at him and said, “Achha aisa kya?”
“Mujhe lagta hai tere babbe ki wajah se tera bra fat jayegi, itna chhota kapda me itne bade mamme kaise chup sakte hai”, he said, beaming with happiness.
“Arre Kabul ji, aise na hi bolo, mujhe tension aa jayega…agar sahi me aise fat gaya yeh toh woh aurat wapas mujhe maar-peeth kar denge”, she said with a concerned look.
“Arre bhabhi, aise kuch nhi hoga, mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…tu tension mat le…par haan tere babbe bahut bade hai aur woh iss chhoti si blouse me bohot badhiya dikhte hai“, he said with lust.
“Thank you Kabul ji”, she said shyly.
“Achha dekho, yeh lo tera cycle, ispe dono taraf do do doodh ke can hai, khul milake chaar. isme tujhe saare bhabhi k ghar doodh dena hoga…samjhi?“
“haan ji thik h”, she said.
“Aur agar thoda kam hua toh apna doodh bech dena”, he said with a wink.
Purva decided to play along, “thik h, par uske liye aap ko mujhe paise dene honge haan!”, she said with a playful smile.
“Achha thik h, ek kaam kar fir…tu pehle mujhe taste kara tere doodh, fir me rate bataunga tere doodh ka”, he said once again with a wink. Purva loved how the guy was flirting with her, and she found it really cute. Kabul was a guy who was probably in his 20s and had the look of a kid. She would really come to enjoy this playfulness with every morning she thought.
“Achha, thik h, abhi late ho rahi hu, toh wapas aake taste karaungi meri doodh aap ko, thik h?”, she said, this time with a wink herself.
“Haha, arre bhabhi mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…chal ab tu toh kaam p nikal, late ho jayega nhi toh. Yeh kaagaz lo, isme saare bhabhi ka ghar ka rasta banaya hai meine kal baith k taaki aap k liye aasan ho”, he said and handed her a piece of paper that had a drawn map of all their houses with the names of the women to whom she was supposed to deliver milk. It was indeed quite helpful as otherwise Purva wouldn’t have any way to figure that out.
“Arre yeh bohot achha bana hua hai Kabul, bohot dhanywaad”, she said. She then proceeded to give a peck on his cheek. “Lo yeh tumhare liye”, she said once again winking at him.
Kabul blushed at her kiss. “Arre yeh kis baat ki bhabhi, bohot dhanywaad tere ko ki roj subah aise darshan milega mujhe tera”, he said and suggestively gawked at her huge tits. Of course, the size of the bra made her boobs look spectacular. Her under-boob was a great finish to all the lust that she emanated from her breasts and no one was sure to miss such a busty figure roaming around in such a tiny bra.
Purva then proceeded to fill both the cans with milk. After doing so she hopped on to the cycle making sure that her skirt was completely under her ass, lest she show off all her behind to everyone. She then waved her hands to Kabul and said, “bye Kabul”.
She started to cycle, and realized the change in her life. She was now officially a doodhwali for the slum people. Her job was to make lives easier for them, so that they no longer had to wait in the queue. It was so erotic that her humiliation was carried out in such a way that it was beneficial to all the women in the slums, the same bunch of women who completely destroyed her and humiliated her the other day right in front of the milk booth. As she cycled the cool air of the morning was hitting at her exposed pussy. The skirt was flying up completely exposing her pussy, so she had to make sure she had one hand on her skirt. Purva was on time on her first day as the doodhwali for the slums.
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