30-11-2022, 10:06 AM
Purva's practise for the raand naach begins
The next morning Purva as usual got up at her regular time and went about her job as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali. Today she offered herself completely to Kabul given how she was bland with him yesterday. She was happy today and like she promised she gave herself in to Kabul. Kabul had made her naked and had his way with her pussy and boobs as he fingered her roughly to an orgasm right inside the milk booth. Purva however was cautious not to say anything regarding the raand naach to him. Hussain had told her not to mention this to anyone right now for reasons he denied to tell her. Anyway, she just said to Kabul that her problem was now resolved and that she was delighted to let Kabul have his fun with her.
After she came home from her duties, Purva and Mushtaq completed their daily ritual. Mushtaq and Hussain had agreed that Purva would be allowed to stay without bathing up until the day of her makeup, so Purva did not care about it. Musthaq kinkily smelt her armpits and licked her pubic hair.
"Bohot achha aa rha hai randi tumpe baal yahan pe, inko rang lagane k baad kya besharm raand dikhegi tu", he said as he ran his hands over both her armpits in front of the mirror and kissed her lips with lust.
When she had first heard this fetish from Mushtaq that he wanted to see dense growth of pubic hair in her armpits, Purva was repulsed. But now she was also starting to enjoy the cheap and sleazy look it gave her. She blushed at Mushtaq's words and imagining how trashy and cheap she would look with an almost bald head and such dense hair in her underarms made her get wet in her loins. Such a look was so going to be so shameless and trashy, it didn't even seem real to her!
After preparing and having breakfast, Mushtaq and Purva hopped on their cycle to go to the shed where Purva was going to have her practice for the raand naach. Irfan was known to be a strict and professional dance master, so he politely asked Mushtaq to not attend their practice sessions as it would interfere with Purva's emotional feelings of dancing naked in front of other men right in front of her husband. Of course, Irfan still knew that she was Musthaq's whore and nothing more, but even then he expected professionalism from his students and Purva was of course his student right then.
So as they reached the shed, Mushtaq asked purva to get off the cycle and said to her, "Randi, achhe se seekhna. Yeh raandnaach tere liye bhi bohot achha mauka hai Mastanpur me sab ko khush karne k liye. Jaise Irfan bolega waise hi karna, samjhi?".
Purva nodded to Musthaq's words. She was dressed in the transparent burkha along with the sleazy skirt and bra underneath it. "Thik h Mushtaq ji, main aise hi karungi...aap chinta mat karo", she said with a bright smile. Truth be told, she was nervous given how important the raand naach was. What if she did not meet their expectations, especially when both Hussain and Irfan had exclaimed multiple times that she had the body and the character for doing such an obscene raand naach? She was anxious about it and she was having butterflies in her stomach. But one thing was sure, she wanted to be her best and work hard for making this raand naach a great success.
After Mushtaq left, Purva took in a deep breath and entered the shed, where Irfan and the dance troop guys were waiting for her.
As she entered the doorless makeshift shed where she would be practising, Irfan welcomed her with a bright smile. Indeed, he too was excited to teach the docile whore sleazy steps for the raand naach. "Aa gayi naachraand, aaja raand aaja...tera hi intezaar tha", he said.
Purva shyly walked into the shed. She was a little nervous about the whole thing, given that these days she always had Mushtaq, her husband beside her. But today, she was on her own, and added to that was her nervousness regarding the raand naach. However, she tried to remain calm and take it in her stride. She knew she just had to do what she was supposed to. So as she entered the shed, she smiled at Irfan and the lads. She then bent down on her knees and touched Irfan's feet as a mark of respect. "Assalam waaleykum Irfan ji", she said as she touched his feet. "Salaam randi, uth jao", said Irfan as he touched her shoulders.
"Dekho randi, aaj se tera practise shuru hoga raandnaach k liye. Tujhe bohot achhe se practise karna hoga kyu ki khul mil ke 40 songs hai aur woh bohot jaada hai...uske liye tujhe stamina bhi laana padega toh practise me yeh bhi hum karenge ki bohot naachegi tu ek saath, samjhi?", Irfan said.
"Haan Irfan saab", said Purva.
"Aur suno, waise tu mujhe Irfan saheb bahar bula sakte ho, par jab tu practise kar rahi hai main tera dance teacher hu, toh tu mujhe master saab karke hi bulayegi, samjhi?", said Irfan.
"Haan master saab", said Purva with a smile.
"Badhiya. Ab chal tu kapde utaar ke yahan rakh de neeche".
The next morning Purva as usual got up at her regular time and went about her job as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali. Today she offered herself completely to Kabul given how she was bland with him yesterday. She was happy today and like she promised she gave herself in to Kabul. Kabul had made her naked and had his way with her pussy and boobs as he fingered her roughly to an orgasm right inside the milk booth. Purva however was cautious not to say anything regarding the raand naach to him. Hussain had told her not to mention this to anyone right now for reasons he denied to tell her. Anyway, she just said to Kabul that her problem was now resolved and that she was delighted to let Kabul have his fun with her.
After she came home from her duties, Purva and Mushtaq completed their daily ritual. Mushtaq and Hussain had agreed that Purva would be allowed to stay without bathing up until the day of her makeup, so Purva did not care about it. Musthaq kinkily smelt her armpits and licked her pubic hair.
"Bohot achha aa rha hai randi tumpe baal yahan pe, inko rang lagane k baad kya besharm raand dikhegi tu", he said as he ran his hands over both her armpits in front of the mirror and kissed her lips with lust.
When she had first heard this fetish from Mushtaq that he wanted to see dense growth of pubic hair in her armpits, Purva was repulsed. But now she was also starting to enjoy the cheap and sleazy look it gave her. She blushed at Mushtaq's words and imagining how trashy and cheap she would look with an almost bald head and such dense hair in her underarms made her get wet in her loins. Such a look was so going to be so shameless and trashy, it didn't even seem real to her!
After preparing and having breakfast, Mushtaq and Purva hopped on their cycle to go to the shed where Purva was going to have her practice for the raand naach. Irfan was known to be a strict and professional dance master, so he politely asked Mushtaq to not attend their practice sessions as it would interfere with Purva's emotional feelings of dancing naked in front of other men right in front of her husband. Of course, Irfan still knew that she was Musthaq's whore and nothing more, but even then he expected professionalism from his students and Purva was of course his student right then.
So as they reached the shed, Mushtaq asked purva to get off the cycle and said to her, "Randi, achhe se seekhna. Yeh raandnaach tere liye bhi bohot achha mauka hai Mastanpur me sab ko khush karne k liye. Jaise Irfan bolega waise hi karna, samjhi?".
Purva nodded to Musthaq's words. She was dressed in the transparent burkha along with the sleazy skirt and bra underneath it. "Thik h Mushtaq ji, main aise hi karungi...aap chinta mat karo", she said with a bright smile. Truth be told, she was nervous given how important the raand naach was. What if she did not meet their expectations, especially when both Hussain and Irfan had exclaimed multiple times that she had the body and the character for doing such an obscene raand naach? She was anxious about it and she was having butterflies in her stomach. But one thing was sure, she wanted to be her best and work hard for making this raand naach a great success.
After Mushtaq left, Purva took in a deep breath and entered the shed, where Irfan and the dance troop guys were waiting for her.
As she entered the doorless makeshift shed where she would be practising, Irfan welcomed her with a bright smile. Indeed, he too was excited to teach the docile whore sleazy steps for the raand naach. "Aa gayi naachraand, aaja raand aaja...tera hi intezaar tha", he said.
Purva shyly walked into the shed. She was a little nervous about the whole thing, given that these days she always had Mushtaq, her husband beside her. But today, she was on her own, and added to that was her nervousness regarding the raand naach. However, she tried to remain calm and take it in her stride. She knew she just had to do what she was supposed to. So as she entered the shed, she smiled at Irfan and the lads. She then bent down on her knees and touched Irfan's feet as a mark of respect. "Assalam waaleykum Irfan ji", she said as she touched his feet. "Salaam randi, uth jao", said Irfan as he touched her shoulders.
"Dekho randi, aaj se tera practise shuru hoga raandnaach k liye. Tujhe bohot achhe se practise karna hoga kyu ki khul mil ke 40 songs hai aur woh bohot jaada hai...uske liye tujhe stamina bhi laana padega toh practise me yeh bhi hum karenge ki bohot naachegi tu ek saath, samjhi?", Irfan said.
"Haan Irfan saab", said Purva.
"Aur suno, waise tu mujhe Irfan saheb bahar bula sakte ho, par jab tu practise kar rahi hai main tera dance teacher hu, toh tu mujhe master saab karke hi bulayegi, samjhi?", said Irfan.
"Haan master saab", said Purva with a smile.
"Badhiya. Ab chal tu kapde utaar ke yahan rakh de neeche".
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