18-11-2022, 11:24 AM
Purva meets more people now [Part 1]
The next morning, Purva woke up at her regular time, 6 AM. After a couple of days as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali, she now got used to her schedule. Of course today was a much bigger day for the lucky whore. Yesterday, the sarpanch Mr. Hussain had come to their place and talked to Mushtaq about the possibility of having Purva do a raand naach on stage all naked as part of a political entourage. Hussain wanted to achieve an ulterior political goal, a pact more like, with Mr. Khan who was now a respected politician in the city with a certain party. Apparently, the party had been going well, and Hussain, being the sarpanch, wanted to get into the party himself too. Of course, Mr. Khan himself was from Mastanpur too, and if Hussain played his cards right, he would have a good chance to get into the party. Of course, Hussain had thought through all of this, and after realising how shameless a whore Purva was, he decided that he would get Purva to do a shameless nude dance, what they called it as a raand naach. However, this would be a raand naach in the true spirit.
Mastanpur did see a few raand naaches earlier, but all of those were done by the local Salim Garage whores. Of course, they weren't bad to look at, but they only offered to dance on stage with skimpy clothes on, but never completely nude. But Purva had readily agreed to do a nude raand naach in front of the guests and the whole slum, much to Hussain's delight. Of course, he had little doubt that she would agree, given how open and shameless a whore she was. So today she was going to meet the dance master, Irfan along with his dance troop at a shed near Fakir Chowk, which was going to be their regular place to practice the steps for the raand naach.
Purva stayed on the bed for a couple of minutes enjoying the moment. Truth be told, these were some of the kinkiest moments in her life, for sure. Here she was, a rich urban housewife, in bed with a low-life construction worker with her boobs tightly in his grasps. Mushtaq had his legs all over his nude wife. Her tits were painfully happy as Mushtaq had his way with them during the night. Of course, Purva was always naked at home, so that Mushtaq had uninhibited and ready access to his wife's body as and when he wished. Feeling shy and womanly, Purva kissed Mushtaq on his lips as he snored in his sleep. Their love was the most primal, Purva thought, as she kissed him. Mushtaq had his mouth open in sleep as he snored and Purva couldn't help find it so damn adorable. Her current husband was a 60 year old construction worker, and she loved him. She loved how their love was so primal. She a 32 year old urban woman and he a 60 year old construction worker. She loved how Mushtaq lusted for her, how he did the most kinkiest and nastiest of things to her and her pure nude form. How he loved to explore and live all of his fantasies through Purva. Of course, Purva too was enjoying the feeling of exploring her sexuality to great depths. Her exhibitionism fetish, her humiliation fetish were all coming to the core as day after day, Purva loved how she was so sexually charged, opening herself to newer and newer sexual scenarios. It was so damn exciting.
As Purva slowly got out of the clutches of her dear husband, she realized that she was damp in the pussy already. Realising that made her blush to herself about how horny a whore she had become. It wasn't just that though. Even the thought of having to submit herself to the slum women, to cheaply deliver milk to them as they ridiculed her and humiliated her turned her on strangely. She washed her face with water once, and after cleaning the dishes from yesterday, set off to deliver milk wearing her usual slutty and silly bra and skirt.
As usual, she had her usual groping with Kabul, the milkman. The milk booth was of course deserted as Purva was now officially the slum doodhwali. Today, though she was extra horny, it seemed like, so she let Kabul feel up her pussy with his fingers inside the milk booth. She of course did not want to let him get her to an orgasm, as she only wanted her hubby to do it to her, the first time in her day. But nevertheless, Purva allowed Kabul to have his share of fun with her pussy as he forcefully removed her silly bra and licked on her nipples for a few minutes.
"Arre Kabul jaane do na, late ho jaungi toh Sultana daant degi mujhe", she said as Kabul enjoyed her vagina.
"Arre bhabhi, aise thodi na...please kuch der aur ruk na...abhi abhi toh shuru kiya hai", said Kabul continuing to have his fun with Purva's pussy.
"Saale, 5 min se mazee le rha hai uska...ab jaane de...", she said, while maintaining her calmness in between Kabul's finger thrusts in her pussy.
"Humesha hi jaldi mein hoti hai tu toh bhabhi...chal nikal le fir...nhi toh maar kha legi sahi me", said Kabul, as he let go off Purva not before licking her pussy lips with his tongue shamelessly.
"Saale, bohot mazee le rha hai tu mera", she said cutely as she put on her meaningless and slutty outfit back on.
"Arre bhabhi, kya karu...aise badan aur aise mulayam bhosada hai toh yeh sab karna hi padega na", he said with a wink.
Purva shyly smiled as Kabul watched Purva put on that silly outfit. In his mind, he was thinking what a beautiful and shameless whore she was, indeed Mastanpur was lucky to have gotten such a gorgeous woman for such a whore.
"Chal milti hu baad me, bubbye", she said, as Kabul quickly pinched one of her tits over her silly bra.
Purva squealed not anticipating it and after smiling shyly once again at Kabul hopped onto her bicycle to get on with her first job of the day, the slum's doodhwali.
The next morning, Purva woke up at her regular time, 6 AM. After a couple of days as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali, she now got used to her schedule. Of course today was a much bigger day for the lucky whore. Yesterday, the sarpanch Mr. Hussain had come to their place and talked to Mushtaq about the possibility of having Purva do a raand naach on stage all naked as part of a political entourage. Hussain wanted to achieve an ulterior political goal, a pact more like, with Mr. Khan who was now a respected politician in the city with a certain party. Apparently, the party had been going well, and Hussain, being the sarpanch, wanted to get into the party himself too. Of course, Mr. Khan himself was from Mastanpur too, and if Hussain played his cards right, he would have a good chance to get into the party. Of course, Hussain had thought through all of this, and after realising how shameless a whore Purva was, he decided that he would get Purva to do a shameless nude dance, what they called it as a raand naach. However, this would be a raand naach in the true spirit.
Mastanpur did see a few raand naaches earlier, but all of those were done by the local Salim Garage whores. Of course, they weren't bad to look at, but they only offered to dance on stage with skimpy clothes on, but never completely nude. But Purva had readily agreed to do a nude raand naach in front of the guests and the whole slum, much to Hussain's delight. Of course, he had little doubt that she would agree, given how open and shameless a whore she was. So today she was going to meet the dance master, Irfan along with his dance troop at a shed near Fakir Chowk, which was going to be their regular place to practice the steps for the raand naach.
Purva stayed on the bed for a couple of minutes enjoying the moment. Truth be told, these were some of the kinkiest moments in her life, for sure. Here she was, a rich urban housewife, in bed with a low-life construction worker with her boobs tightly in his grasps. Mushtaq had his legs all over his nude wife. Her tits were painfully happy as Mushtaq had his way with them during the night. Of course, Purva was always naked at home, so that Mushtaq had uninhibited and ready access to his wife's body as and when he wished. Feeling shy and womanly, Purva kissed Mushtaq on his lips as he snored in his sleep. Their love was the most primal, Purva thought, as she kissed him. Mushtaq had his mouth open in sleep as he snored and Purva couldn't help find it so damn adorable. Her current husband was a 60 year old construction worker, and she loved him. She loved how their love was so primal. She a 32 year old urban woman and he a 60 year old construction worker. She loved how Mushtaq lusted for her, how he did the most kinkiest and nastiest of things to her and her pure nude form. How he loved to explore and live all of his fantasies through Purva. Of course, Purva too was enjoying the feeling of exploring her sexuality to great depths. Her exhibitionism fetish, her humiliation fetish were all coming to the core as day after day, Purva loved how she was so sexually charged, opening herself to newer and newer sexual scenarios. It was so damn exciting.
As Purva slowly got out of the clutches of her dear husband, she realized that she was damp in the pussy already. Realising that made her blush to herself about how horny a whore she had become. It wasn't just that though. Even the thought of having to submit herself to the slum women, to cheaply deliver milk to them as they ridiculed her and humiliated her turned her on strangely. She washed her face with water once, and after cleaning the dishes from yesterday, set off to deliver milk wearing her usual slutty and silly bra and skirt.
As usual, she had her usual groping with Kabul, the milkman. The milk booth was of course deserted as Purva was now officially the slum doodhwali. Today, though she was extra horny, it seemed like, so she let Kabul feel up her pussy with his fingers inside the milk booth. She of course did not want to let him get her to an orgasm, as she only wanted her hubby to do it to her, the first time in her day. But nevertheless, Purva allowed Kabul to have his share of fun with her pussy as he forcefully removed her silly bra and licked on her nipples for a few minutes.
"Arre Kabul jaane do na, late ho jaungi toh Sultana daant degi mujhe", she said as Kabul enjoyed her vagina.
"Arre bhabhi, aise thodi na...please kuch der aur ruk na...abhi abhi toh shuru kiya hai", said Kabul continuing to have his fun with Purva's pussy.
"Saale, 5 min se mazee le rha hai uska...ab jaane de...", she said, while maintaining her calmness in between Kabul's finger thrusts in her pussy.
"Humesha hi jaldi mein hoti hai tu toh bhabhi...chal nikal le fir...nhi toh maar kha legi sahi me", said Kabul, as he let go off Purva not before licking her pussy lips with his tongue shamelessly.
"Saale, bohot mazee le rha hai tu mera", she said cutely as she put on her meaningless and slutty outfit back on.
"Arre bhabhi, kya karu...aise badan aur aise mulayam bhosada hai toh yeh sab karna hi padega na", he said with a wink.
Purva shyly smiled as Kabul watched Purva put on that silly outfit. In his mind, he was thinking what a beautiful and shameless whore she was, indeed Mastanpur was lucky to have gotten such a gorgeous woman for such a whore.
"Chal milti hu baad me, bubbye", she said, as Kabul quickly pinched one of her tits over her silly bra.
Purva squealed not anticipating it and after smiling shyly once again at Kabul hopped onto her bicycle to get on with her first job of the day, the slum's doodhwali.
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