14-11-2022, 12:10 PM
Purva took the two silly pieces of cloth from the sarpanch’s hands and put them on, and behold, the men’s boners tightened even more. There stood before them the sluttiest woman in the world. To describe the dress, the skirt was essentially just frills of an old cloth that were cut at regular intervals. In effect, the cloth stopped way above her thighs, probably just where her ass could be covered. But that too, showed plenty of her skin. The whole cloth was so pervertedly cut out with spaces in between that showed off Purva’s skin. However, at the front and back, the cloth was strategically retained a bit just enough to cover her pussy and ass crack. Of course, the skirt, if it could be called that, was so short like the previous one, that Purva had to sacrifice some amount of her ass crack at the top to avoid showing off her pussy and ass from behind. It felt like this was correct to her measurements, which meant that the cloth was indeed stitched by the tailor Karim himself, as he knew her measurements. Now coming to the top. It was another slut adornment in itself, for sure. The top was again, just a bra, but with minimal amount of cloth in it. It was, as Purva had rightly guessed, cut out of a tight blouse that was essentially reduced to just straps of cloth. At the front, the cloth was just an inch wide that ran over just her nipples, and the rest of the cloth just worked along with it to hold it in place. So it was basically a few 1 inch strips of cloth that intended to cover her nipples. Along her backside, the cloth was just a couple of strips that finally ended in a piece of cloth running around her. In effect, it was a blouse that was masterfully cut out to show off as much skin as possible, while trying to cover Purva’s tits. She was indeed quite impressed with how the old tattered piece of cloth was turned into this ravaging slut costume. If indeed, Karim had tailored this, Purva reckoned he did improve his skills drastically. Of course, he would sure give his best when it came to showing off the whore, she funnily thought.
“Yeh kapda gaav ke auraton ne daan diya hai, unme se Karim se kal banwaya tha meine”, said Mr. Hussain.
There was no doubt that the men were mesmerized by how whorish and slutty Purva looked in that costume, definitely.
Purva was of course extremely delighted. She loved wearing such trendy and slutty clothes, and this time, she didn’t really take offense that she was being made to wear clothes that were made off the slum women’s old and useless clothes. Again, the material was definitely trashy and old, something that was used as a makeshift wipe cloth or something, but that didn’t matter to her. She really felt herself so hot in that dress and she looked herself in the mirror.
“Thank you sarpanch saheb, yeh dress mujhe bohot pasand aa gya”, she said beaming with joy.
“Haha, randi mujhe pata tha tujhe yeh pasand aane wala hai…parr dhyaan rakhna, yeh pehn ke tu doodh bechne mat jaana…isme tera gaand dikh sakta hai…aur chucche bhi…toh unn aurat k saamne mat pehnna…samjhi?”
“Ji, thik h”, said Purva. Of course, she could still wear it anywhere outside. She wasn’t technically nude in that dress, so she figured she could wear this dress anywhere else anytime.
“Aur haan, tere liye ek aur dress silwaya meine…woh meine Kabul k paas de diya hai…woh tum kal pehn k jaa sakti ho doodh bechne…woh iss dress se thoda kam dikhayega tera raand badan ko“, said the sarpanch, with a wink.
Purva shyly nodded.
After the chai, the sarpanch saheb proceeded to leave the house. Purva was still dressed in her new slut costume when she dropped again to her feet to touch the sarpanch’s feet. Mr. Hussain could not contain his lust this time around, so he made her get up and proceeded to smooch her lips roughly. He then groped her ass from under the silly frills that tried to cover Purva’s beautiful rear and pinched her tits lightly. Purva smiled shyly to the sarpanch’s actions. She probably did not expect such a thing from the sarpanch, who mostly kept his hands to himself till now, but again, the first time, he had seen her in her damaged and filthy state, just after the final humiliation. So he was no different. In a way, it made her proud of herself, the fact that no man could keep his hands to himself in front of the whore Purva.
Mushtaq and Purva bid farewell to the sarpanch. After he closed the door, Mushtaq turned to his wife, and the look in his eyes, showed what was going to happen next. Of course, the whole thing had turned Mushtaq on, and Purva of course, was no less either. Mushtaq made his wife disrobe her slut attire and fucked her good on the bed. He carried on the usual rough activities on Purva’s body as he wished, slapping and spitting her. The whole activity lasted for about 10 mins. which ended in Mushtaq releasing his sperms inside Purva. He then proceeded to finger-fuck her roughly bringing his sexy slut to a thunderous orgasm, the first of the day.
“Yeh kapda gaav ke auraton ne daan diya hai, unme se Karim se kal banwaya tha meine”, said Mr. Hussain.
There was no doubt that the men were mesmerized by how whorish and slutty Purva looked in that costume, definitely.
Purva was of course extremely delighted. She loved wearing such trendy and slutty clothes, and this time, she didn’t really take offense that she was being made to wear clothes that were made off the slum women’s old and useless clothes. Again, the material was definitely trashy and old, something that was used as a makeshift wipe cloth or something, but that didn’t matter to her. She really felt herself so hot in that dress and she looked herself in the mirror.
“Thank you sarpanch saheb, yeh dress mujhe bohot pasand aa gya”, she said beaming with joy.
“Haha, randi mujhe pata tha tujhe yeh pasand aane wala hai…parr dhyaan rakhna, yeh pehn ke tu doodh bechne mat jaana…isme tera gaand dikh sakta hai…aur chucche bhi…toh unn aurat k saamne mat pehnna…samjhi?”
“Ji, thik h”, said Purva. Of course, she could still wear it anywhere outside. She wasn’t technically nude in that dress, so she figured she could wear this dress anywhere else anytime.
“Aur haan, tere liye ek aur dress silwaya meine…woh meine Kabul k paas de diya hai…woh tum kal pehn k jaa sakti ho doodh bechne…woh iss dress se thoda kam dikhayega tera raand badan ko“, said the sarpanch, with a wink.
Purva shyly nodded.
After the chai, the sarpanch saheb proceeded to leave the house. Purva was still dressed in her new slut costume when she dropped again to her feet to touch the sarpanch’s feet. Mr. Hussain could not contain his lust this time around, so he made her get up and proceeded to smooch her lips roughly. He then groped her ass from under the silly frills that tried to cover Purva’s beautiful rear and pinched her tits lightly. Purva smiled shyly to the sarpanch’s actions. She probably did not expect such a thing from the sarpanch, who mostly kept his hands to himself till now, but again, the first time, he had seen her in her damaged and filthy state, just after the final humiliation. So he was no different. In a way, it made her proud of herself, the fact that no man could keep his hands to himself in front of the whore Purva.
Mushtaq and Purva bid farewell to the sarpanch. After he closed the door, Mushtaq turned to his wife, and the look in his eyes, showed what was going to happen next. Of course, the whole thing had turned Mushtaq on, and Purva of course, was no less either. Mushtaq made his wife disrobe her slut attire and fucked her good on the bed. He carried on the usual rough activities on Purva’s body as he wished, slapping and spitting her. The whole activity lasted for about 10 mins. which ended in Mushtaq releasing his sperms inside Purva. He then proceeded to finger-fuck her roughly bringing his sexy slut to a thunderous orgasm, the first of the day.
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