15-11-2022, 11:26 AM
Purva was given into a humiliating role.
Rashid too, like almost all the men in the slum possessed a strange sense of kink and perversion. When he first came to know of Purva after her gang bang in Salim’s garage, he was aching to see her in person. Like all, he too found great lust and kink in the story of the urban housewife turned whore Purva back then. Unfortunately, he could not make it to the Mushtaq and Purva’s wedding that was held in the slums a few days back, but nonetheless, he had planned to see her in person. But of course, he had to deal with his wife. He could not come across as someone, aged so old as he was, to exhibit such perverted tendencies, but he managed to do pull it off. After Purva’s humiliation episode by the slum women, he had a brilliant idea in mind, and once he discussed it with his wife, he was lucky to have found a way to see the shameless whore in person.
He had called Mushaq earlier that day to ask him and his slut to come to their place for dinner to discuss the proposal he and his wife had in their minds. Later, when his wife was not present beside him, he had planned to call up Mushtaq personally, to ask him to make his whore wife wear something really slutty. But, much to his fortune, Mushtaq had called him by himself the very next moment asking if Purva would be allowed to wear something obscene. He was thrilled to say the least. Rather than coming off as a perverted male who took the chance to see generous clothing on a slut, he would now come off as a generous person who would allow a slut to wear the clothes she wished. It was just a stroke of absolute luck, he thought and smiled to himself. He didn’t make efforts to inform his wife that the whore would arrive at their place wearing an extremely obscene and skimpy outfit; he decided that he would let her deal with it. After all, he and particularly his wife regarded themselves as “modern” people, so there wasn’t going to be really an issue. Luckily, their lads were also not at home, so there would be no real reason for his wife to disregard Purva’s choice of clothes, or the lack of it.
Rashid was eagerly waiting for the arrival of Mushtaq and his whore. He was aged around 60 but even for his age, he did not mind looking and feasting at an inadequately dressed whore. At about 6:15 pm, as Rashid and his wife Nasira were awaiting their guests, there was a knock on the door. Rashid immediately stood up to open the door and welcome their guests.
“Aao aao Mushtaq, aao purghi….andar aao”, he greeted them. Of course, he had known Purva of her nickname that Nazir, their common friend had christened for the slut.
Purva was of course already in her role of a humiliated embarrassed slut, and the word purghi did more to her strange fetish of being humiliated. Mushtaq held her by her waist, as they entered their house.
As Rashid closed the door, Purva turned around and bent down to their Rashid’s feet. “Salaam Rashid ji”, she said.
“Arre wah, badhiya, salaam purghi, utho utho…”, he said, while holding her shoulders tightly.
“Yeh hai meri patni, Nasira”, he said, as Nasira approached the couple. Purva still had the dupatta over her hair and her torso. As Nasira approached them, Purva again bent down to touch her feet… “Salaam Nasira bhabhi”, she said. Given that Nasira was quite older to both Mushtaq and purva, in particular, she really loved how respectful Purva was. “Salaam neecha…”, she said.
Nasira greeted Mushtaq too as both the couple seated themselves in the two sofas in front of each other.
“Kaise ho Mushtaq, sab sahi?”, Rashid said.
“Haan Rashid bhayya, sab sahi hai”, said Mushtaq.
Rashid eager to see the real whore, urged Purva… “purghi, ab tum dupatta utaar sakte ho, koi baat nhi”, he said.
Purva still shy in front of her new acquaintances, looked at her husband as if asking for his permission to show off her whore body to them. Upon his slight nod, she then stood up, before glancing at both Rashid and Nasira, and in a slow motion, unveiled her dupatta.
It was indeed a sight to behold for Rashid. Never in his life, even in his porn films, that he watched in his younger days had promoted such a voluptuous image of a female. She was surely the most perverted sight he had ever witnessed. He just sat there dumbfounded expressionless, as Purva shameless sat down with her legs crossed. She tossed the dupatta to the side and put it to her other side on the sofa as she seated herself close to her dear husband. She was shy, but feeling extremely nasty at the situation.
Rashid too, like almost all the men in the slum possessed a strange sense of kink and perversion. When he first came to know of Purva after her gang bang in Salim’s garage, he was aching to see her in person. Like all, he too found great lust and kink in the story of the urban housewife turned whore Purva back then. Unfortunately, he could not make it to the Mushtaq and Purva’s wedding that was held in the slums a few days back, but nonetheless, he had planned to see her in person. But of course, he had to deal with his wife. He could not come across as someone, aged so old as he was, to exhibit such perverted tendencies, but he managed to do pull it off. After Purva’s humiliation episode by the slum women, he had a brilliant idea in mind, and once he discussed it with his wife, he was lucky to have found a way to see the shameless whore in person.
He had called Mushaq earlier that day to ask him and his slut to come to their place for dinner to discuss the proposal he and his wife had in their minds. Later, when his wife was not present beside him, he had planned to call up Mushtaq personally, to ask him to make his whore wife wear something really slutty. But, much to his fortune, Mushtaq had called him by himself the very next moment asking if Purva would be allowed to wear something obscene. He was thrilled to say the least. Rather than coming off as a perverted male who took the chance to see generous clothing on a slut, he would now come off as a generous person who would allow a slut to wear the clothes she wished. It was just a stroke of absolute luck, he thought and smiled to himself. He didn’t make efforts to inform his wife that the whore would arrive at their place wearing an extremely obscene and skimpy outfit; he decided that he would let her deal with it. After all, he and particularly his wife regarded themselves as “modern” people, so there wasn’t going to be really an issue. Luckily, their lads were also not at home, so there would be no real reason for his wife to disregard Purva’s choice of clothes, or the lack of it.
Rashid was eagerly waiting for the arrival of Mushtaq and his whore. He was aged around 60 but even for his age, he did not mind looking and feasting at an inadequately dressed whore. At about 6:15 pm, as Rashid and his wife Nasira were awaiting their guests, there was a knock on the door. Rashid immediately stood up to open the door and welcome their guests.
“Aao aao Mushtaq, aao purghi….andar aao”, he greeted them. Of course, he had known Purva of her nickname that Nazir, their common friend had christened for the slut.
Purva was of course already in her role of a humiliated embarrassed slut, and the word purghi did more to her strange fetish of being humiliated. Mushtaq held her by her waist, as they entered their house.
As Rashid closed the door, Purva turned around and bent down to their Rashid’s feet. “Salaam Rashid ji”, she said.
“Arre wah, badhiya, salaam purghi, utho utho…”, he said, while holding her shoulders tightly.
“Yeh hai meri patni, Nasira”, he said, as Nasira approached the couple. Purva still had the dupatta over her hair and her torso. As Nasira approached them, Purva again bent down to touch her feet… “Salaam Nasira bhabhi”, she said. Given that Nasira was quite older to both Mushtaq and purva, in particular, she really loved how respectful Purva was. “Salaam neecha…”, she said.
Nasira greeted Mushtaq too as both the couple seated themselves in the two sofas in front of each other.
“Kaise ho Mushtaq, sab sahi?”, Rashid said.
“Haan Rashid bhayya, sab sahi hai”, said Mushtaq.
Rashid eager to see the real whore, urged Purva… “purghi, ab tum dupatta utaar sakte ho, koi baat nhi”, he said.
Purva still shy in front of her new acquaintances, looked at her husband as if asking for his permission to show off her whore body to them. Upon his slight nod, she then stood up, before glancing at both Rashid and Nasira, and in a slow motion, unveiled her dupatta.
It was indeed a sight to behold for Rashid. Never in his life, even in his porn films, that he watched in his younger days had promoted such a voluptuous image of a female. She was surely the most perverted sight he had ever witnessed. He just sat there dumbfounded expressionless, as Purva shameless sat down with her legs crossed. She tossed the dupatta to the side and put it to her other side on the sofa as she seated herself close to her dear husband. She was shy, but feeling extremely nasty at the situation.
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