Adultery Indian Wife plays with construction workers-Purva initiated in the slum (Collected)

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The couple had a good tight sleep in each other’s arms. purva would often end up completely in the clutches of her husband Mushtaq, as he would tightly grab her boobs and pull his legs over her when they slept. It was his way of expressing his true love and lust for her. Of course, all the while, purva felt as womanly as possible and loved how she was showered with lust and kink by her perverted husband Mushtaq.

At about 4:30, purva woke up from her nap. Mushtaq was still sound asleep snoring loudly as he wrapped purva all over with his love for her. purva was of course very excited that she could wear her new slut costume to her husband’s mentor Rashid’s place. It was definitely going to be something she had never experienced, wearing such next-to-nothing clothes for such a visit. It was strangely erotic in its own way. Of course, she knew Mushtaq would also have the kink for it, so she could not wait to experience it herself. After a while, she woke up Mushtaq too. “Utho Mushtaq ji, nhi toh late ho jayenge hum”, she said to him.

Mushtaq got up and purva urged him to have a bath to freshen himself. Mushtaq asked purva to iron a pair of shirt and trouser for him, so that he could look his best infront of his boss and mentor, Rashid and his wife. Of course, he had to make himself look good when he was visiting such an important figure. So, as Mushtaq took bath, purva proceeded to iron his clothes on the bed all nude. Mushtaq came out of the bath and dressed himself as purva looked on. “Waah, mere patiji kya smart lag rahe hai“, she said and playfully gave him a hug, pressing her huge boobs onto her husband’s chest, much to his delight. They were a couple, of course, who had no inhibitions. Mushtaq kissed his wife roughly on her lips while squeezing her butt. “Randi, ab tujhe bhi tayyar hona padega”, he said with a kinky smile with a wink. Of course, purva knew what that meant.

There was no doubt that Mushtaq wanted his wife to look her best, and that was evident in the way what he had in store for her. Of course, given his kink and perversion, he didn’t have to really plan it to execute what he had in mind.

After he got dressed in his impeccable new pair of trouser and shirt, he set on to satisfy his kink of showing off his wife in the sluttiest and gaudiest way possible. purva was of course amazed at his kinky imagination, while at the same time, getting shamelessly wet in her pussy thinking of all the humiliation she will be subjected to in a while.

“Aaj tujhe mein ek dum maalraand jaise tayyar karungi randi…”, he said with a familiar lust that was known best to purva.

He of course had a fetish for bright contrasting nasty colors on his dear wife. Of course, she was all his, and he spent a lot of time on his docile wife, to satisfy his kink of making her look like a cheap roadside prostitute.

He made her apply a dark shade of yellow for her kajal beneath her eyes. For her lipstick, Mushtaq chose a dark shade of maroon. He of course took the liberty of applying it himself, as he deposited huge amounts of the local paint on his wife’s luscious lips, extending it beyond her lips onto her skin. purva was by then already blusing with humiliated embarassment. It of course, made her look so damn cheap and slutty and she wasn’t really sure how she would be received by her guests in such whorish makeup. But, of course, she let her husband do what he felt. She existed for him, and his happiness meant the world to her. She certainly loved his kink, and her new found fetish for being humiliated made her embrace her new oncoming look even more, as she found herself getting more and more damp by the second in her loins. Mushtaq then proceeded to examine purva’s pussy to get rid off any little pubic hair. He always loved her wife to exhibit herself with a perfectly trimmed pussy, so when he saw minor details of pubic hair, he proceeded to shave them off with the razor that was gifted to purva during their marriage. With that done, Mushtaq then asked purva to adorn a local anklet that was again gifted to her by one of the slum dwellers, who happened to own a local artifact shop. This ornament of course added more to her humiliation as it made a silly little noise everytime purva took a step. To add more to the slut outlook, Mushtaq asked purva to put on just one anklet instead of the pair, on her right leg. Next, he proceeded to tie her fake silver kamarband around her shapely waist to give the effect of a traditional whore. purva was by now blushing like crazy. It of course went with all the kink that Mushtaq possessed, and she loved it. She was in the mood to give it all.

Finally, Mushtaq made purva wear her newest acquisition, the slut costume that the sarpanch had prepared for her. The costume consisted of a silly cloth that was cut at regular intervals with the intent of showing off most of purva’s skin while giving a try of hiding her modesty. It retained cloth at the front and back, at her pussy and ass crack respectively, while sacrificing a little of her ass crack at the top. It was of course too short for her to wear, but that was the intention. She then put on the bra that needed little effort as it just hid her nipples from view. Mushtaq could not believe his eyes at the gorgeous sexpot infront of him. He made her stand a little over a metres distances in their little house, and observed her, gauging if she needed anymore enhancement to exhibit her as a shameless whore. With the dark shades of yellow and maroon on her face, along with the short uneven whorish hairdo, she was looking fabulously raunchy and slutty. Added to that the costume she wore, was a masterpiece, a stroke of utmost perversion adorned on a willing whore. To top it off was the kamarband along with the single anklet on purva’s right leg that finished the job of completing her humiliating outfit.

Mushtaq then made her put on her dark fluoroscent heels that she had gotten a couple of days back from Ghafur chacha’s. It seemed like Ghafur chacha’s was her personal fashion designer. There was of course no doubt that purva was a whore, but this whole impression that she carried with her current demeanour was out of this world, for sure. She was probably the sluttiest woman on earth right now, thought Mushtaq. His kink knew no bounds as he feasted on the lust object infront of him. “Randi, aaj toh tu alag hi maal lag rhi hai”, was all he could say. purva blushed red infront of her husband, feeling so damn womanly. Her humiliation of being looked at like a shameless whore made her feel ecstatic with new found rigour, as she looked herself in the mirror. She felt it, and she longed it…this feeling of humiliation. Every part of her body was oozing cheapness and lust as she adorned such a lusty persona on her. She was made for being like this, being adorned by her man, as he wished, with little care for her dignity. Her dignity was all his, in all its entireity. New fetishes and new kinks are always hot, and that was the situation purva was in, no doubt. While her husband was dressed impeccably in a brand new white cotton shirt and a new trouser that made him look all classy, she was dressed like a trash whore. Her clothes were a result of extreme male kink designed from the old clothes of the local slum women. It made her feel really humiliated, but at the same time, it was the strangest erotica she had ever experienced so far in her slut life. She loved how submissive and ready to be humiliated she looked in her current self. She was oozing perverted juices from her vagina as she enjoyed the erotica of the situation, and it was just getting started. She didn’t even get to meet the strangers she was about to, and she was already loving the feel of it.

After Mushtaq made her wrap herself in a dupatta to avoid exhibiting herself in such a nasty ridiculous costume in the richest localities of the slum, the couple set off to Rashid’s house on Mushtaq’s bicycle. It was about 4 kilometres from their place, and purva couldn’t wait to exhibit her slut body to her latest captors, the ones that would change her life.

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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 gangbang 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. Afterall, 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 embarassed 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 infront 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 infront 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.

Nasira, of course was taken aback with purva’s extremely bold and whorish outfit, but she managed to stay put infront of Mushtaq. She of course, knew Mushtaq from a very long time, and she regarded him as a good-natured person, always available at her beck and call even in the absence of her husband for personal favours. She of course, did not expect such a vulgar outfit on his whore, but she did not show it. She had come to know of purva’s public humiliation in the slums by the slum women a couple of days back, and the fact that she was a shameless whore was known to all the dignified women she was in touch with. But now, seeing her in such a shameless avatar attested to the fact that she was indeed one characterless whore. Of course, like all the slum dwellers, she knew of purva’s origin, and the way she exhibited herself as Mushtaq’s whore made her wonder what was up with this woman. She could not believe how nasty and slutty she had made herself look in that ridiculous outfit and her overly trashy makeup. She was also concerned with her armpit bush, that was making her look even more like a ridiculous clown.

With the intent of clearing the air of the situation, Rashid said, “Waah, purghi, yeh dress tere pe bohot sahi lag rha hai”, he said, with a slight smile.

purva was of course dying of shyness. She needed a little more time to ease herself in, but Rashid’s words made her a little less uncomfortable. Afterall, she was a whore, and she dressed just like one, she was confident enough. Moreover, the beating that she had endured from the slum women for appearing buck naked right on the streets as well as her dirty naked avatar for panchayat had made her even more bold and shameless.

“Bhayya yeh dress sarpanch saheb ne silwaya, gaon ke auraton ke purane kapde se”, Mushtaq said, pulling his dear wife closer to her.

“Achha, sahi hai…Hussain ne sahi design chuna hai purghi pe”, he said with mock laughter.

Finally, Nasira bhabhi too started to settle into the situation. Afterall, she too reasoned that such a shameless whore was entitled to wear such demeaning clothes for the world to see. “Neecha, tumhare baare me meine bohot kuch suna hai…aaj pehli baar tumse mil ke achha lag rha hai”, she said with a smile on her face.

purva was certainly surprized such a positive reaction to her slut avatar from an old woman as Nasira. To purva, both Rashid and Nasira seemed very dignified as shown by their status in the slums. Mushtaq told her that Rashid was one of the senior citizens in the slums and his word meant a lot. He also told her that Nasira was like an elder sister to her, and that she was beside him along with Rashid in his struggles in the slums. So when Nasira had said what she said, purva was very happy to have accepted her as a shameless whore. Out of happiness and respect, she once again got up and walked over to Nasira and touched her feet again, “thank you Nasira bhabhi, aap se mil ke mujhe bohot khush hua hai“, she said.

“Arre, aise kya baat hai neecha, aao mere paas baitho”, she said as Nasira made her sit next to her at the corner.

Nasira then called out loud, “Dimri, mehmaan k liye paani le aana beta”.

Dimri was Nasira’s in-house maid. She was about 22 years old. When she made her way to the hall, purva saw that she was quite short for her age. She noticed that she greeted Mushtaq , but just gave a casual look to purva. She had also noticed the frown on her face, visibily because of her slut costume. purva didn’t really bother herself with it, as she was certainly accepted by Nasira bhabhi.

As Dimri entered the hall with the tray of glasses, Nasira bhabhi said, “Yeh hai Dimri, yeh mere liye ghar ka kaam karti hai…”. She continued, “Dimri, Mushtaq bhayya to tumhe pata hi hai, aur yeh hai unki biwi, neecha”. purva of course, now resigned to the fact that she would be called neecha in the households by the women in the slums. She also figured out that all of them knew of her humiliation by the slum women. Apparently, matters dealt with the panchayat attained very high notice in the slums. Dimri once again, looked at purva with a hint of disdain as if giving her notice to a whore like purva wasn’t worth of her time.

“neecha, jab tere saath milk booth pe kaand hua tha, yeh wahi thi…toh usne ghar aake mere ko sab bataya tha”, said Nasira bhabhi. “Sach sach batau toh Dimri ne bhi tere maar-peeth ki thi apne chappal se sab k saath, par jab yeh aake mujhe batayi thi, meine usko daanta”, said Nasira bhabhi.

So that was the thing. Dimri was personally present and had even taken part in purva’s humiliation and that was the reason why she acted all disdainful towards her. purva felt really embarassed in the situation, and wished that Nasira bhabhi hadn’t mentioned this to her, at least in Dimri’s presence. Of course, it was really humiliating for her to be told that a low-life servant like Dimri had actually beaten purva with her slippers out in the public. “Achha bhabhi”, was all she managed to say with a silly smile. She looked at Dimri with the same smile, hoping to receive it back to let the embarassment pass, but Dimri thought the better of it, as she just grimaced at her smile, and turned away from her look, as if she was a worthless little whore.

Nasira knew what was going on, and said to Dimri, “Dimri, sab k liye thoda chai aur pakode bana ke le aana beta”. Once Dimri went back to carry out her task, Nasira turned to purva and said, “usko chhod, woh sultana ka dost hai toh woh bhi uske saath mil ke teri ghor maar-peeth kiya..”, she said to purva, much to deepen purva’s embarassment.

Gradually, as the evening proceeded, purva began to feel more and more comfortable. She was aware of the glances that Rashid was throwing at her hot outfit and how he was managing to lust at her huge boobs that were laced by her tiny little bra. Her nipples were mostly covered, but the fact that all of her remaning flesh was on an open show for everyone to see made it hotter. Beneath her waist, she was feeling as if she was not wearing anything, such was the design of the skirt. She still made it a point to cross her legs out of respect for Nasira bhabhi to avoid showing off her pussy. But the rest of the skin was open for lusting at for Rashid, and purva knew Rashid made sure he noticed every inch of her bare skin, much to her delight.

Finally, the time had come to talk about the subject of the meeting. After having their chai and pakodas, Nasira brought the topic to the forefront.

“Mushtaq ji, aap ko aur neecha aaj issi liye bulaya humare yahan kyun ki aap se ek baat poochni thi”, said Nasira.

By now, purva had moved back to Mushtaq, as she sat close to him.

“Bolo na Nasira bhabhi”, said Mushtaq with a polite smile.

“Mushtaq ji, baat yeh hai ki, yeh Dimri mere liye bohot saal se kaam kar rhi hai. Isko Rashid ji ne uske gaon se leke aaye the 2 saal pehle, aur woh bechari aaj tak ek baar bhi wapas nhi gayi. Mere ko bhi umar bohot ho gayi hai, aur mein akela kaam bilkul nhi kar paati aaj kal. Toh jab bhi Dimri poochti hai, mein usse apna gaon jaane k liye mana kar deti thi. Aur aap ko toh pata hi hoga, yahan k auraton ko bohot garv hota hai, aur ghar pe kaam karne k liye koi nhi milta…sab apne apne ghar pe aise ek kaamwali ko laga diya hai”, she said.

“Achha bhabhi, aage bolo na kya hua…”, said Mushtaq.

“Haan, toh jab meine suna ki yeh neecha, ab doodh bechne lagi hai auraton k ghar pe, toh mujhe laga ki hum aap se pooch sakte hai yeh cheez”, said Nasira, trying to get a hint from Mushtaq about his decision already.

“Arre bhabhi, aage bolo na”, he said trying to make her at ease.

“Toh mein chahti hu ki agar do hafte ke liye Dimri apni gaon chali gayi toh yeh neecha mere liye ghar pe kaamwali bann jaaye, paise ki chinta nhi hai…bass ghar ka pura kaam kar le neecha yeh chahiye bass.”, she said with a polite smile trying to sound as less demanding as possible.

purva was astounded to this new revelation. She could not believe she was being asked to be a kaamwali for them. It was of course really demeaning to her, to be even considered to be a candidate for a cheap maid. Maybe they forgot who she really was, she thought to herself. She actually belonged to the urban households, and she certainly did not sign up for this. But again, she was just a whore, a neech as she was classified in the panchayat infront of one and all. She started to go through the familiar thought process when she was decided infront of all the people in the slums that she was going to be doodhwali, but this one, was somehow, more demeaning, more personal. Still, out of respect, when Nasira bhabhi looked at her with a gentle smile, she surpassed all the thoughts that messed with her head and returned the smile.

Mushtaq was of course in a situation. What could he say? He was, no doubt, indebted to both Rashid and Nasira for their help. Rashid in particular, was the sole reason behind his oppportunity to fly to Dubai. Of course, it was his hard work that was the major contributor, but he was sure that it certainly would not have been possible without Rashid’s mentoring and his help. What would he do? He thought for a minute, and finally blurted out…

“Arre bhabhi, paise kiss baat ki…parr mein isko pura din chodd ke nhi reh sakta…“, he said.

“Arre Mushtaq ji, neecha ko pura din rehne ki jarurat nhi hai…isko bass subah 2 ghante aur shaam ko 1 ghanta lagana hoga. Itni samay me bohot kaam kar sakti hai neecha, mujhe pata hai“, she said, once again, with a pacifying smile towards purva.

“Achha, fir thik hai bhabhi, koi baat nhi. Aa jayegi purva aap ke yahan kaam karne”, he said emphatically.

Mushtaq’s words hit purva hard, without a doubt. She had considered that his husband, would at least consult her opinion before giving the word. Afterall, she was going to be made a servant, a maid and a low-life for an old couple she had just met and she felt it rather humiliating for not getting a chance to have her say in the matter. She was reduced to a low-life whore and a slum worker, just like that, and she could not belive it.

The decision was already taken for all practical purposes, and it all seemed like a twisted game to humiliate the whore. For purva, she was still taken aback at the turn of events. It wasn’t something she had expected. Nasira bhabhi again clever enough to gauge the string of thoughts in purva’s head, said “Neecha, agar tumhe koi dikkat hai toh tum mana kar sakti ho”, she said, fully aware that she could not deny something that was agreed by her husband. Of course, she had the hunch that purva was a really submissive person, and the fact that her husband had already given away to the proposal, would hardly allow purva to speak her mind.

For a moment, purva considered denying it. But then, her true self got the better of her. It was a strange feeling that she was going through, and she could not explain it. Why was she enjoying this feeling of being a low-life slum worker, being talked about like she was just a slut and a whore with no self-respect? She didn’t know. In that costume and makeup, she was feeling really submissive as it was, and now this proposal brought strange sensations in her to life. Rashid and Nasira bhabhi as well as Mushtaq looked on towards her, as she contemplated her decision. If she indeed accepted this proposal of being a servant for Nasira bhabhi, there was no turning back. She would be regarded as the low-life of the slums. It was so demeaning to her that she was considered to be a servant for the people of the slums, but at the same time, it was a strange spark that tickled her shameless fetish. What the heck was that, she thought to herself. Her submissive nature was really something she had at the back of her mind all these days, be it her sex life with her husband, or the innumerable sex escapades she had had for a while now with various kinds of perverted and dominating cheap men from the slums. But this was a new feeling, a new kind of submissiveness. It really had no sexuality attached to it explicitly, but it still made her feel erotic. The whole humiliation was making her feel hotter and hotter now, as she embraced the inner submissive within her. “Mushtaq ji jo bolenge, mein wahi karungi bhabhi”, she said with a shy smile, that surprised even her, once she said it.

Nasira beamed, “badhiya neecha…gaon ki koi aurat nhi tayyar thi kaamwali banne k liye, parr tumne yeh bol ke mera dil khush kar diya”, she said stretching her arms calling purva towards her as they shared a good close hug.

As they settled into the evening, purva felt all this a dream. How could she even accept such a demeaning proposal? She didn’t really have a clue. She was a little pissed off with her husband too. How could he just accept the proposal of having his wife become a servant , just like that? without even taking her call? It was something she couldn’t accept, but then again, her mind was thinking all sorts of things. She had this strange sensation of being very excited about being a servant, a strange feeling being the lowest kind. Of course, it had to do everything with her new found humiliation fetish, but it was too hot for her.

As the night ended with a tasty dinner that was cooked by Dimri, Nasira bhabhi held purva by her waist and said, “kal se Rashid ji aur mujhe tumhare haath se bana hua khana khaane ko milega”.

purva, still confused with her unfamiliar situation passed a smile trying to seem nonchalant, “ji bhabhi”, she said.

After some more chatter, finally it was time to bid goodbye. Nasira called out to Dimri who spent most of the time away from the guests. “Dimri, dekho tum neecha ko jooton se maara uss din, parr ab tum iske wajah se apna ghar jaa paogi”, she said, with a faint laugh.

Dimri still didn’t seem to be really impressed with purva. She just passed a smile to Nasira bhabhi, just throwing a look at purva.

purva was still confused what was happening although it all strangely turned her on. Mushtaq proceeded to put the dupatta on his slut, as the couple bid farewell to them.

“Toh kal subah doodh bechne k baad aa jana neecha”, said Nasira as she waved a goodbye to her to-be servant maid. “Ji bhabhi”, said purva, and after once again touching both Rashid and Nasira bhabhi's feet as a mark of respect, the couple hopped onto the bicycle to go back to their place.

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Once inside their house, Mushtaq closed the door and let the whore be. Of course, he knew what was going through her mind. She did not speak anything on their way back, and it was clear that she wasn’t particularly happy with how the things had gone, even though she accepted to be a kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi. Dutifully though, purva got herself naked once inside the house and folded her trash costume and put it in the cupboard. Even in her pissed off state, she was obidient for her husband. Of course, purva had her own of way of showing that she was still pissed, as she nonchalantly washed her face with water to clear off her whore makeup. She also proceeded to get rid off her naughty kamarband and her anklet and put them safely. Mushtaq too changed into his clothes as the night sex was lingering on his mind.

He switched on the TV and said in a slightly loud voice to his wife who was wiping her face with the towel, “Randi thoda pani le aana”.

purva evidently trying to make sure she looked pissed avoided looking at her husband and brought a glass of water. Once he drank it, he pulled his wife into his clutches making her fall into his lap, and started to roughly massage her huge tits. “Meri randi ko mere pe gussa aaya?”, he said with a cute tone, to pacify her, as he licked her neck. “Nhi, koi gussa nhi”, snapped back purva with mock anger. She could not believe how her husband’s rough actions instantly made her melt. “Toh fir meri randi mujhse baat kyu nhi kar rahi?”, he said, again in a playful fake tone while spreading her legs. Even in anger, Mushtaq loved how obidient his whore behaved for him. Still feigning a stubborn face, purva allowed Mushtaq to spread her legs as he inserted his index and middle finger into his wife’s juicy wet pussy. Mushtaq gently prodded his wife’s pussy with both his fingers while he pervertedly licked her face on her cheeks. “Bolo na randi, kya hua?”, he asked her, this time in his usual tone, still licking her face and fingering her pussy gently. purva’s anger was now fast melting, as she succumbed to the touches and kink of her husband. “Aap ne aise hi bol diya ki mein unke liye kaamwali bann jaungi…mujhe poochne ka mann bhi nhi tha aap ko?”, she said looking at him. Mushtaq looked at her for a second, and moved his hands from inside her vagina to her boobs. He slowly but roughly grabbed them in his hands and started to massage them as per his delight. “Randi, dekh, wahan pe mein kuch nhi bol saka…woh log mere liye bohot achha log hai, aur bhabhi ne mere liye bohot help kiya…toh jab bhabhi ne aise mujhe poocha, toh mein na nhi bol saka…aur mujhe pata tha ki mere baat pe tu na nhi bolegi…iss liye mujhe aise kehna pada”, he said.

purva seemed to buy into it, but she still seemed a little restricted for sex. “Toh abhi tum waise bhi doodh bechti ho, toh kaamwali bhi bann gayi, itna hi na? Aur Nasira bhabhi bohot achhi hai, tujhe koi kasht nhi degi…bass kaam kar ke baat cheet kar sakte ho unse tu bhi”, he said, trying to sound convincing.

While still being massaged on her boobs with her hubby’s rough hands, purva was melting away now. It wasn’t like she didn’t like being humiliated like that, she was finding it hot anyways, and she felt she would have accepted anyway if she was asked of her opinion.

“Parr ab mujhe Nasira bhabhi ne kaamwali bana diya, ab iske baad koi aur banayenge mujhe kaamwali”, she said looking at Mushtaq.

“Arre randi, ab gaon me itne auraton ne tujhe maar-peeth kiya…parr bhabhi fir bhi tumhe bohot pyaar se bulati hai…aur aise auraton k saath tumhe dosti karni chahiye, samjhi? Ab aise thodi ki harr ghar me tu kaamwali bann jayegi…mein kissi ko bhi mana kar sakta hu tujhe kaamwali banane k liye, parr Nasira bhabhi ko nhi…samjhi pyaari raand?”, he said as he licked her lips with lust.

purva nodded her head. She didn’t feel like it press it further. Furthermore, she was now getting into the mood, and she wanted to feel her hubby inside and all over her.

“Ab jaada soch mat iske baare mein…light bandh kar ke aaja, tujhe jabardast chodne ka mann kar rha hai mera”, he said and spit on her face with lust, and gave a hard sleep on her butt cheek.

purva smiled at his husband’s cute actions and proceeded to switch off the light and came back to the bed to get fucked by her husband. As usual, Mushtaq fucked his wife with great lust fucking her in multiple positions. Even at this age, his sexual prowess was unparalleled, thought purva as he savaged on her pussy. Finally, he came deep inside her and the couple took their sleep.

“Kal ek kaam kar randi, doodh bech ke ussi cycle pe Nasira bhabhi k yahan chale jaana…mein sarpanch saheb se bhi ek baar baat karta hu. Woh hi tera kaam ka rate bhi fix karenge, samjhi?”, said Mushtaq.

“Thik h Mushtaq ji”, said purva, and the couple slept like bunnies in love.

[Tunkai]

purva dutifully woke up on time the next day. It was officially her 3rd day as the slum’s doodhwali. She felt nice about it. The slum women were now her friends, as she chatted about happily for a minute or so with each of them when delivering their milk. She felt it nice that they too could the animosity for purva for appearing naked on the streets infront of them in the milk booth, and be friends with her. Even Sultana too seemed to slowly be friends with her. Of course they were not friends purva, the whore who wandered out naked into the milk booth and as a result of which she was humiliated like never before on the streets. It was certainly something that had not happened any time earlier in Mastanpur’s history. It was a pivotal moment. So the slums women still detested the real purva but were friends with Neecha, A character that was moulded out of purva in the last few days. The humiliation of the whore along with the harsh rulings of the local panchayat transformed her character to a new utterly desocialized version of the trash whore. That’s whom they were friends with. purva did realise this, that if she ever made the mistake of exposing her privates in their presence would revert of their friendship.

As usual purva delivered milk that day to the slum women. After that she would usually spend about 15 mins. at dadi maa’s place. purva certainly developed fondness to dadi maa, as she would joke around with purva. It seemed to purva that even dadi maa’s initial resentment she had when she appeared naked for the second time and when she took the brutal humiliation, was going away now. She would talk to her very jovially, unlike the other slum women. Of course, she couldn’t blame them because they were busy, whereas dadi maa was in her house all the time. So after delivering milk, she went to dadi maa’s. While dadi maa was preparing tea for them, purva told her that she had accepted to be a temporary maid for Nasira bhabhi and Rashid ji, who were her husband’s idols. purva didn’t really know why she found it necessary to tell this to dadi maa, but she did it anyway.

“achha, Nasira bhabhi k yahan? sahi hai neecha…Nasira bhabhi bohot achhi hai, tumhe bhi wahan kaam karne me mazaa aayega”, dadi maa said with a smile.

She also mentioned that she and Mushtaq were invited to their house yesterday and that’s when Nasira had talked to them about purva being her kaamwali.

After some more chatter while having tea, purva head to Nasira bhabhi’s house for her first day as the kaamwali.She hopped onto her cycle and reached the house in about 10 mins. Rashid ji opened the door.

“Arre wah purghi aao aao, tumhara hi intezaar tha“, he said ogling openly at her huge breasts in the tiny bra of hers.

purva smiled brightly and bent on her knees to touch his feet. “Saalam Aaleykum Rashid ji”, she said still crouched.

“Salaam purghi utho utho, Nasira bhabhi tumhara hi intezaar kar rahi hai, andar jao”, he said. Discreetly though, he groped purva’s tits in his hands while making her get up. When purva looked at him shyly, he winked at her. purva looked down blushed and went into the kitchen for Nasira bhabhi. Rashid smiled sheepishly, as he got a look of purva’s behind as she walked. It was of course a very short one and also managed to cover very little of purva’s rear. Her ass crack was slightly visible behind her, which purva managed to cover by adjusting her skirt before as soon as she was out of Rashid’s line of sight. She knew Rashid would be having a good time looking at her exposed crack, so she purposely let the skirt show her ass crack and pulled it in time afterwards when she about to approach Nasira bhabhi.

“Aaja neecha”, she said, as purva gave her a greeting as well, by dropping to her feet.

For the next hour, Nasira bhabhi guided her with all her chores. First she made purva sweep the floor of the entire house. She guided her and corrected her whenever necessary. It was an easy job but purva wasn’t really used to sweeping the floor spic and span. She would never do it at her house, but she had been doing so at her current house with Musthaq. But Nasira bhabhi wanted it done perfectly. After that, Nasira made purva wipe the floor. This thing was particularly humiliating for purva and she made her squat down. She had a bucket with water into which she would dump the cloth every time before maintaining the squat position and wipe floor with the cloth. It was certainly very degrading for purva and the erotic experience of having to do such demeaning things for a woman in the slums was making her very damp in her loins. It was turning her on, as she was dripping wet in her cunt. Once that was done, Nasira bhabhi commanded her to clean the dishes after which she headed home, after getting fondled once again while leaving, by Rashid.

Once out of their home, purva rubbed her skirt quickly over her pussy. Her humiliation fetish that she had acquired recently was doing wonders to her. She was so horny with the whole thing, that she longed to touch herself in there, of course Nasira bhabhi would never approve of it, even if Rashid ji did. Even after she came out, she did not want to get into trouble by getting caught rubbing her pussy in broad daylight in the richest locality of the slums. As it is, her dress was a little scandalous as per the panchayat ruling, and if anyone happened to notice her rubbing her bald pussy at that time, they would slap the shit out of her. So, she quickly hopped on to her cycle, and made her way back to her house. Of course, she had the daily ritual to look forward to, as well as her husband’s rough treatment and fucking the entire day.

[Tunkai]

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[Tunkai]

On her way, she gave the cycle back to Karim, the milk man. Musthaq opened the door, and purva started to undress herself as she entered the house. She was horny and she quickly wanted to get over with the ritual and get fucked roughly by Mushtaq. However, just as she was to remove her silly skirt, she noticed that Sarpanch was sitting on the bed. Mushtaq and Hussain laughed at the moment, as purva started to get embarrassed for the situation. She stopped midway while dropping her skirt after having removed her bra and looked at Hussain ji.

“Hehe, aate hi mere liye nangi ho jaati hai meri raand”, said Mushtaq as he closed the door and sat on the bed lauging with Hussain.

purva shyly dropped her head blushing at his husband’s words infront of the sarpanch. Hussain urged, “arre randi utaar lo skirt bhi, aise baat nhi hai, mere saamne bhi toh nangi ho sakti hai”, he said laughing at purva. purva jovially laughed along with them, no doubt it was hot, but it was funny too. She loved her sweet embarassment and felt womanly about the whole thing as another man caught her getting nude as soon as she entered the house to get fucked by her husband. It was strangely erotic and added to her kink.

purva got herself completely naked and said, “chai banau Mushtaq ji aap dono k liye?“, she asked as she stood infront of them without a string of clothing on her body. Hussain blatantly stared at purva’s pussy and giant jugs while Mushtaq said, “ha randi, leke aa chai, tere liye bhi ek bana lena, sarpanch saheb humse kuch baat karna chahte hai”. purva nodded to her husband’s words, while shyly trying not to look at the sarpanch staring at her private parts. She was feeling horny as it is, and having another man along with her husband in their tiny house while she completely naked was making her weak in her knees. No doubt, her earlier situations were way more nastier, but this one was amazing to purva right this moment. She went into the kitchen area to make tea for them, while she spread her legs in the direction of the men, so that they could see her pussy all wide open. Her pose was infact shameless even for a whore like purva, thought the sarpanch. It was not that he resented it, he was having the time of his life. He knew that purva knew he was staring at her pussy and boobs, but he did not believe purva was so shameless to willingly show her pussy in such an obscene way to him for his pleasure. He was happy for it in more than one way. The slut’s unwomanly pose to show her lovely pussy for the men to gawk at only made his task at hand easy. Seeing her loins, all exposed in her knowledge that the sarpanch too was gawking at her vagina. He would never take no for an answer now.

purva made her way into the hall still avoiding the stares of Hussain, Hussain found it sluttily cute as she did that, making him get lustier by the minute for this whore.

Musthaq said, “ek kaam kar randi, tu bhi aaja diwaan pe, mere bagal me baith ja”.

purva hopped onto the bed and sat beside her husband, who immediately put his hand around her shoulders and starting to play with her nipples infront of the sarpanch. Of course, purva knew she would be getting into such a thing. She would have never imagined her husband to not molest her when she was naked beside him, even in the presence of people infront of them. It was not going to happen. The sarpanch saw Mushtaq’s hands and passed a friendly laugh to Mushtaq. As they had their chai and chat, Mushtaq would nonchalantly smooch roughly against his wife’s lips while he pinched her nipples. purva was loving her humiliation to the core. The fact that she was being used just as a sex object by her husband infront of a man she hardly knew was turning her on so much, The fact that she was just there for him to nonchalantly enjoy her feminity was very erotic to purva.

“Arre raand, thoda taang bhi khol de, sarpanch saheb ko bhi toh chai ke saath tadka chahiye na…”, saying so he spread purva’s legs as she took her husband’s shoulders for support for her head to widen her legs. “Haan badhiya, aise hi khulla baithna raand”, he said as he kissed her on her lips roughly. Hussain was amused at Mushtaq’s actions, asking his wife to spread her legs so that he could see her pussy up close. He passed a friendly laugh at Mushtaq and said, “Mushtaq ji, tumhari raand bohot achhi hai, tumne isko sahi se sikhaya raand kaise bante hai…bohot badhiya”, he said as he looked on at purva’s juicy vagina. No doubt she was leaking juices and the sight of it was too much for Hussain to control. The bald sexpot was oozing sexually like never before for Hussain. He immediately dug to of his fingers into purva’s hole making her squeal unexpectedly. She somehow did not expect that to happen, at least not so soon.

“Mushtaq tum toh iss bhosada ka khoob mazee liye honge, hai na?”, he said with a wide smile as he slowly fingered purva’s wet cunt as he looked at her face, lust showing out strongly.

“Bhaisahab, ab aise bhosada toh kaunsa mard nhi lega, aap hi batao…din raat maze dene wali bhosada hai yeh, first class”, said Mushtaq laughing out.

purva was getting hot as Mushtaq continued pinching and biting her nipples and playing with her boobs, and Hussain continued to finger fuck her vagina. She was getting very hot now, and the humiliating dirty talk about her and her parts by the men was making her beam with lust and humiliation.

“Haan woh toh hai, raand ki bhosad chut bohot pyaara hai”, said Hussain as he spit on purva’s pussy. He then increased the pace at which he was fingering her, while at the same time inserting a third finger inside her cunt. purva squealed again, as the sensation of new fingers inside her was so nice!

Mushtaq noticed her happiness, and said “randi ko jabardast mazaa aa rha hai”, he laughed happily and slapped her face a couple of times. “Mooh khol randi”, he said and spit a couple of times in her whore mouth and closed it tight. He then pinched her nipples roughly. Hussain was by now in with his fourth finger inside purva’s pussy. She could not believe how sensational she was feeling. Mushtaq had always fingered her more than once everyday, but never did he put four fingers inside her vagina. She laughed at not having done this earlier with Mushtaq, but her feeling was over the top by now.Hussain was also going faster by the second with his fingers, in and out fucking purva’s pussy. He then slowed down a bit, and just when purva thought he was going to stop, inserted the fifth finger inside her cunt. As she started to scream with joy, Mushtaq spit on her face and continued with mauling her beautiful boobs as they started to turn red with the treatment. Hussain could not believe how sexually high he was as he got the chance to completely have his way with this urban sex whore. It was pure lust as he had his entire fist inside purva. He was masturbating purva with his fist, and it was amazing for him, the way he was having his way with this submissive prostitute. Finally, not long after his entire fist was inside her, purva started to wriggle with joy and both the men knew she was hitting her orgasm. As a result, Mushtaq and Hussain intensified their actions. Hussain got back to his two fingers and fucked her vigorously as Mushtaq slapped on her boobs roughly, pinching her nipples. It was a beautiful euphoria for all of them as purva was entirely submitted to their lust. As she neared her orgasm, she closed her eyes involuntarily, enjoying the moment. It was so damn hot, and her wait for release for making her go mad as the two men had their way with her early in the morning. She was no doubt turned on by the situation too.

Finally, after a minute more of hot intense treatment, purva finally orgasmed, the first of her day.It was spectacular in every sense, as it lasted for about 6 seconds, as Hussain roughly slapped her pussy. It was truly mind blowing for her, as she received rough slaps on her cunt as she was orgasming. It was truly something that purva hadn’t correctly experienced, and she was do damn happy to have found Hussain inside her vagina. It was her pleasure, she felt. However, all of this she felt later, right now, she was out of her mind, as she was nearing her orgasm. She twitched and beat on the bed like crazy as she finally shuddered a couple of times. She no doubt had one of the best orgasms in her lives, the first time that she had allowed a man to have his entire fist inside of her. And it wasn’t that Hussain had small hands. Like most '. men, he too had giant hands, and he could not believe how easily purva took the whole of it inside her. As she stopped jiggling when her orgasm came to end, she opened her eyes. For a moment, she could not see anything as he eyes were shut with pleasure. She was watery and her eyes were red. Seeing her in such a submissive state made Hussain beam with manliness and lust. “Yeh randi bohot mazedaar hai Mushtaq, bohot jaada”, was all he could say as he pulled her by hair hair and gave her a rough lip kiss. He roughly bit her lips as he pulled them with his teeth and kissed her with so much lust. After having his way with her lips for a couple of minutes, he withdrew himself, and just stared at her with lust. “Randi kahin ki”, he said with lust and quickly spit on her face and slapped her hard on her right cheek. Both purva and Mushtaq were taken aback at that slightly, but of course both Mushtaq and purva were seeing his lust for purva for the first time. Of course purva did not complain and was glad to take it submissively. She loved it to the core. As Hussain went to the toilet to clean himself, Mushtaq too spit on her face. “Kamaal ki randi hai tu loudi, har mard ko teri gaand chodne ka mann karta hai”, he said and slapped her once more. purva was ecstatic by now even after her orgasm subsided. She took her man’s spit with grace allowing him to spit right near her eyes. She loved how humiliating it felt to her, and she loved it. Her face was now deposited with spit from both Hussain and her husband, and she was having the time of her life. She was such a characterless whore she thought to herself with pride. “Chal tu 10 min so jaa, meri raand, lagta hai thak gayi ho tum…”. Of course, Mushtaq did not want purva to clean herself up right then, and purva knew it too. Mushtaq loved how nasty she would look with spit deposited on her face and all docile. He loved how submissive she was and how she would allow men to do anything to her for their pleasure.

As purva drifted off to sleep, Hussain came out of the toilet. “Mushtaq agar yeh tumhari biwi nhi hoti toh mein isko aaj ragad ke chod deta”, he said earnestly.

Mushtaq smiled humbly. “Arre saheb, aise baat nhi hai, aap ko chahiye toh mein isse aap ke ghar hi bhej du ek raat k liye“, pacifying him.

“Haan par mein dusri ki biwi ko nhi chodna chahta, bhosda bass mera hone chahiye”, he said giving a mild laugh.

Mushtaq jovially said, “haha, toh mere baad aap ki biwi bana lo isse, aur khub mazee lo”, he said with a laugh, as both men shook their hands with brotherly love as they looked at the naked whore who was asleep on the bed. “Yeh bohot besharm raand hai Mushtaq par, sahi mili hai tumhe. Itni gori aur aise figure, din raat chod sakte hai isse”, he said, as once again they revelled in laughter.

Hussain was confident that now, he would not get a no for an answer. This slut would do anything, and the fact that she was this shameless infront of men, would be so useful for the task at hand. He knew he had it.

After about 10 mins. Mushtaq woke purva up. “Aur meri raand, achha laga tumhe hussain ji ke haath?”, he said as he gently massaged her boobs. purva shyly rubbed her eyes as Hussain looked at her, laughing slightly at Mushtaq’s words. purva nodded in embarrassment as her husband openly mocked her infront of the sarpanch. “Achha, ab tu ek kaam kar, ek baar mooh aur bhosda paani se dhoke aaja, sarpanch saheb ko kuch baat karni hai hum se“. purva immediately said, “thik h ji“, and started to get of the bed, when Hussain gave her a tight slap to each of her bums. All 3 of them laughed in a friendly way at Hussain’s actions. Mushtaq was of course only happy that the sarpanch was enjoying his wife’s nude form. He really did not mind him getting to have his way with purva’s private parts. Afterall, it was also one of Mushtaq’s kinks. “Iski gaand bhi dekho, kitna mast hai”, he said behind her, much to the delight of purva, who turned back and passed on a seductive smile, offering her backside view to the men.

As she washed her face, she realised she was curious to know what the sarpanch had in mind. It was obvious that whatever he had in his mind, it would involve her, else purva knew her presence wasn’t required for talks. Moreover, the men already had their way with her, so she would not be asked to be there specifically if it was something that didn’t involve her.

Anyway, she dried herself with the towel, and made her way out of the toilet. “Aao randi, mere bagal me baitho”, said Mushtaq.

[Tunkai]

The Sarpanch gives purva her next job

purva slid in closer to her husband once again, as they were before Hussain and her husband enjoyed her body. It was a deja vu for purva, though this time, they would be talking.

Mushtaq once again started fondling her boobs and nipples. He was really insatiable. Of course, he had no reason not to have fun with them, they after all were his wife’s, and that means he could do whatever he wanted to them. The sarpanch acknowledged Mushtaq’s actions with a smile and a lusty look at purva, and then, started to talk.

“Mushtaq, mein ek bohot jaroori kaam se tum dono se baat karne aaya hu”, he said.

“Boliye na Hussain ji”, said Mushtaq.

“Mushtaq, tumhe Khan Shafiq saheb pata hai na?”, he asked Mushtaq.

“Haan pata hai Hussain ji, woh jo humare sheher se MLA bane the kuch saal pehle, woh hi na?”, said Mushtaq.

“Haan haan, bilkul. Khan Shafiq saheb ab kafi tameez ke politician hai sheher me, aur ab unka party ka bhi maamla sahi chal rha hai”, he said.

Mushtaq nodded, and when Hussain looked at purva, purva too nodded in understanding.

“Toh kuch hi din me woh yahan aane wale hai unki party ke president k saath. Agar baat achhe se hui aur unko humara haav bhaav achha laga, toh unke party me 3-4 log ghuss sakte hai…bohot achha mauka hai humare liye yeh“, he said again looking at both Mushtaq and purva looking for their acknowledgement.

“Ab Khan saheb se woh saheb bhi bohot khush hai, party bohot achhe se aage badhi thi khan saheb ke wajah se. toh Khan saheb ne yeh bola ki humare Mastanpur k log bohot achhe hai aur aise hi imandaari se kaam karte hai. Iss liye party ke president aur Khan saheb yahan aayega 3-4 din ke liye baat karne iske baare me”, said Hussain.

“Achha Hussain ji…“, nodded Mushtaq.

“Toh unke saath achhi mulakaat hone k liye me soch rha tha ek raandnaach ho jaye stage pe, kya bolte ho Mushtaq?”

“Ji haan , raandnaach ho jaaye toh achha lagega unko”, said Mushtaq.

purva was not really sure what a raandnaach they were referring to meant, but she got a fair idea what Hussain was talking about.

“Haan, toh stage pe raandnaach chalega, aur thoda daaru chakna lagake unse baatcheet aise shuru kar sakte hai”, said Hussain ji.

So the idea was to get in a raandnaach, whatever it was, and arrange for some liquor that would go a long way politically.

“Haan Hussain ji, sahi baat hai…achhi baatcheet hogi unse daaru k saath”.

“Haan, mein bhi aise socha tha. parr ek baat hai Mushtaq”, said Hussain.

“Kya hua Hussain ji?”

“Mein chahta hu ki raandnaach k liye ek aise randi ho jo khullam khulla naache sab k saame, besharam. Kyun ki unke party ke president bohot paise waale hai, toh unko aise parties me jaane ko milte hai jahan 10-15 randiyan naachti hai chhote se chhote kapde pehen ke unke saamne, par ab hum aise hi chhote kapde pehnake koi randi se raandnaach de diya toh unhe itna achha nhi lagega na…”, said Hussain.

“Haan ji, yeh baat hai…”, said Mushtaq urging Hussain ji to go on.

“Toh aise raand k liye meine poochtaach ki thi apne Salim garage me, par woh sab pura nanga hoke khullam khulla naachne me tayyar nhi hai Mushtaq”.

Mushtaq knew where this was going. And purva too realised it sooner the later.

Hussain however, continued, “Toh main yeh tujhse poochne aaya hu agar tum apni randi se ek raat stage pe raandnaach karwa sakte ho?”

Mushtaq did not say anything. He looked at the sarpanch, and just said “Hmm”.

The sarpanch then looked at purva. As Mushtaq wasn’t saying anything, she just said “Mushtaq ji jo bolenge main woh hi karungi”, she said and dropped her gaze, hoping that Mushtaq would take it forward with the sarpanch.

“Saheb, ab sab k saame khullam khulla naachna toh badi baat ho gayi, aur woh bhi bade logon k saamne, ab meri randi sheher se hai, aur jab yeh wapas jaayegi, koi dikkat na ho jaye isko”, he said.

purva was pleasantly surprised with the concern her husband had towards her.

“Arre kaise baat keh rha hai yaar Mushtaq, iska tu koi tension mat le, koi dikkat nhi hai…yeh bade log toh sheher k randiyan ki roj lete rehte hai, aur inko pata hai ki unhe koi dikkat nhi dene hai…agar aise kuch hua toh media inki band baja deti hai”, said Hussain.

Seeing Mushtaq not answer, he continued, “Ab dekh Mushtaq, main yeh nhi mana kar rha hu ki stage pe khullam khulle raandnaach karna mushkil kaam nhi hai. Parr ab yeh bhi socho ki isse se kitna bhala hoga apne gaav k liye? Aur haan, Khan saheb bohot paise wale hai, aur agar humne aise raandnaach karwaya randi se, toh woh bohot khush ho jayenge. Paise toh bohot milne wale hai”.

“Woh main samajh gaya saheb. Ab main meri randi ko hi poochna chahta hu, agar woh karegi toh mujhe dikkat nhi hai, par chudegi nhi yeh unse”, said Mushtaq definitively.

purva was impressed with Mushtaq the way he conducted his things. she loved how he demanded that he would not give his wife to those man for sex.

With that said, both Mushtaq and Hussain ji looked to purva, hoping to get an answer from her.

“Toh randi, kya bolte ho tum?”, asked Hussain.

“Thik hai main kar lungi raandnaach”, she said. As Hussain pumped his fists in delight. purva that looked at Mushtaq and then back at the sarpanch. She then took Mushtaq’s hand that was lingering over her waist till then, and placed them on her boobs, as she closed in on him, making her boobs touch her husband.

“Parr iss nanga raandnaach k liye main paise lungi sarpanch saheb”, she said with the confidence of a cheap whore.

Mushtaq himself was taken aback looking at purva’s confidence in her words and the choice of her words.

“Arre randi haan haan, tumhe paise milenge kyu nhi milenge…nanga raandnaach bina paise k dekhne me kya mazaa hai?”, he said and winked at her.

purva was now getting turned on. The thought of asking money for her dancing nude and shameless on the stage was making her feel like a true characterless whore.

“Thik h, main yeh raandnaach khullam khulla karne k liye tayyar hu sarpanch saheb, ab bataio aage kaise badhe?”, said purva.

“Badhiya raand, toh khul milke tumhe raandnaach 2-3 ghante tak karne padenge…toh tujhe lagbhag 40-45 gaane pe naacha hoga. harr 2-3 ghante k baad tujhe 2 minute milega toh tu beech me rest bhi le sakti hai”.

Mushtaq let purva decide herself whether she was ready for this or not. No doubt, it would be a wonderful experience for him and for purva too. He knew purva would love this opportunity. Truth be told, he knew purva would readily accept, but he wanted to make sure his whore would be paid for dancing shameless on the stage in front of a big crowd and two strangers. They would also be drunk during the course of the raandnaach, so purva would also be groped and molested on the stage by those 2 politicians. But the way purva shamelessly asked Hussain ji for her raandnaach made him get hornier for his wife. The way she took his hands and placed them on her boobs for him to enjoy was so hot. As his wife listened to Hussain’s instructions, Mushtaq continued to maul at her tits and enjoy the conversation. He himself would love to see his whore dancing on the stage shamelessly infront of so many horny men.

“Thik h sarpanch saheb, par itni der naachne k liye bohot practice chahiye hoga”, said purva.

“Haan raand, yeh mujhe pata hai…toh mere jaan pehchaan me doosri gaav se ek dance troup pata hai… aur unka ek banda bohot sahi dancer hai… woh kareeb 40-45 saal ka hoga. Aur uske 5-6 launde bhi hai, 21-22 ke umar ke, woh bhi aayenge tumhare saath stage pe naachne. Woh banda tumhe achhe se sikhayega naachna. Usko maine pehle hi bataya ki uska kaam padega, toh woh raandnaach pe chaalu hai already”, said the sarpanch.

“Achha thik h Hussain ji…parr kitne din milenge mujhe practice k liye?”, asked purva.

“Dekh raand, woh banda tumhe sikhana shuru karega, aur jitna achha tum apni tayyari karogi utna jaldi hum yeh raandnaach unhe dkha sakte hai, toh ispe tumhe achhe se dil lagake practice karna hoga, aur jitna jaldi ho sake utna jaldi stage pe raandnaach dena. Tabhi main Khan saheb aur president saheb ko bulaunga, samjhi?”, said Hussain.

“Thik h Hussain ji, mein samjhi”, said purva.

“Badhiya, toh woh log kal aayenge yahan pe. Fakir chowk ke paas ek shed hai, usko aaj main saaf karwake tayyar rakhwata hu kal tak, kal se hi tum apna raandnaach ka practice master se aur unke launde se shuru kar sakte ho, thik hai randi?”, said Hussain.

“thik h Hussain ji”, said purva.

“Aur haan randi, achhe se seekh lena, yeh tere liye bohot kaam aayega, master bohot achha dancer hai aur tumhe raandnaach k liye ek dum tagda steps sikhayenge”, said Hussain.

Finally, after some conversation, Hussain proceeded to leave. He was happy that purva and mushtaq had agreed for a nude shameless dance on the stage in front of the politicians and the whole slum. It was going to be a great event for sure, and his ultimate goal of being in the good books of the president and Khan saheb too was very important. If all goes well, he would be elected into the party, and he would get a chance to live his dream. He had always wanted to be a politician and this was a good start to his dream. He went home and made love to his wife, thinking about his success. He was lucky he had purva in his life, right when he needed such a whore the most. It was only after the panchayat ruling and purva’s humiliation video that he decided he should get a raandnaach by the whore, and wanted to use it to his political advantage when he immediately invited Khan saheb and the president to their village. Khan saheb of course was from Mastanpur too, so when he offered to show them a shameless raandnaach, he loved the idea. He too appreciated the idea of a raandnaach for the president, and also asked Hussain to also have some liquor ready for them, as the president loved to get drunk when watching a raandnaach. Of course, he would also be a given opportunities to touch and grope the whore. Hussain himself was very excited to see the raandnaach by purva. He could not possibly think of anyone else who looked so sexy, voluptuous and hot to a nude raandnaach on the stage not caring about anyone staring at her private parts.

At night, he called up Irfan, the dance master. He knew from a while, and he knew him to be good with the ladies and his whores, so he definitely would know how to treat one. As soon as he first thought about getting purva to do a raandnaach, he called him up to tell him about it. Needless to say, Irfan was thrilled about such an event. He was a regular dancer, and he had been to villages where he had to train girls to dance on stage to cheap songs. While he did fuck those whores before and after the performances, he could not live out his fantasies of making a whore dance naked on stage and have him touch and grope her in public. Once Hussain and talked more about purva and how big a whore she was, Irfan considered himself extremely fortunate to have gotten the opportunity to orchestrate purva’s raandnaach. He fantasised about all kinds he would love to see her do on stage naked, and also have a piece of her body was constantly in his mind.

Hussain gave him his word that purva would surely agree and that he better start out with the songs and steps for the whore to dance on stage. He also mentioned that she would agree to all sorts of steps, however obscene they may look when she is nude. So Hussain specifically asked Irfan to keep that in mind while choreographing the songs and steps for purva. So at night, Hussain called up Irfan to inform him the good news. Irfan was jubilant as his dreams were coming true. He would have a nasty slut all for himself. He would get the chance to make her do the sluttiest and the most obscene steps all nude.

Back at their place, purva and Mushtaq got along with their day, which of course included lots of rough sex for purva. purva was very excited for her raandnaach. Truth be told, she was getting off on the idea of having to dance naked on the stage in front of countless men. And she also knew that she would be made to perform obscene steps at loud noisy songs. Thinking about such an experience made her damp in her loins. As Mushtaq ji romped her pussy from behind on the bed roughly, she was so happy at that moment. She was realising so many of her fetishes and kinks and it was just a week now that she was Mushtaq’s wife. Her humiliation fetish is something that she loved right now, and this raandnaach would have her enjoy more of it along with her exhibitionism fetish. Definitely they went hand in hand, at least for purva. As the night arrived, purva and Mushtaq, after having their dinner once more went at it. This time, Mushtaq ate her pussy slurping it and biting it, while talking dirty to her. It was so damn hot for purva as she completely gave in to her husband’s desires. All of her body was his and she wished he do anything with it, such was her submission. Mushtaq rightly had his way with his whore’s pussy and then pounded her roughly cumming deep inside her. Today was certainly an eventful day in their lives, as Mushtaq clean himself and wore his lungi and shirt, while purva cleaned her vagina. Mushtaq then took to his wife breasts and completed engulfed them feeling her nipples with his fingers. He loved how docile his wife was, and the way she allowed Mushtaq to do just anything with her private parts told him how much she loved him. He was surely going to miss this whore. Anyway, for now, this slut was all his. Realising that he tightened his grip on his wife’s boobs, which evoked a slutty squeal from purva in her sleep. Mushtaq immediately got turned on, so he started to lick purva’s neck pinching her tits roughly. “Kya hua randi, chuchhe dard kar rahi hai kya?”, he said in a pervertedly romantic way. purva was by now half asleep given her tiring day. She knew Mushtaq would not fall asleep as fast as purva, but she could not help it. After all, she was really tired at this time of the night everyday. Her work as a doodhwali and kaamwali, along with the rough things that Mushtaq would do to her body everyday made her really sleep and tired at this time of the night. Of course, today even Hussain had fun with her pussy, and she had 3 orgasms today. So Mushtaq knew she was tired. Also, Mushtaq would get to sleep late into the morning, but purva had to get up early to deliver milk to the slum women and work as the kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi. However, he wanted to have some fun with his dear wife. So he continued, “chucche dard kar rahi kya meri pyaari raand?”, he said continuing to lick her neck and her cheeks.

purva was half asleep. Though she loved the attention, she hated to be woken up during her sleep. But she did not want her husband to be denied of anything, and so she played along. “mmmmm”, she said meaning that her tits were aching due to Mushtaq’s rough pinching. Mushtaq continued, “aise chucche ka mazaa yeh sab karne se hi bharega randi”, he said, once again licking her cheeks. “Achhhaaa?”, asked purva deep in her sleep. “Haan meri raand”, he said and continued to pinch her tits even roughly. “Arre Mushtaq ji, please sone do na“, purva said. Her real problem was not the pain but the sleep, funnily thought Mushtaq. Mushtaq then lovingly kissed her on the cheeks as purva drifted off to her sleep. Mushtaq now stopped pinching her tits and grabbed both her huge boobs in his hands. He was still horny for her, but he let the whore sleep. He happily rubbed his leg over her nude form as he wished feeling her body. It was still 11 pm, so he wasn’t really sleep, but of course purva had to go to work early in the morning. So without disturbing her, Musthaq turned to himself, and licked her nose slightly. He was lusting at the sleeping sexpot in front of him without disturbing her. She really seemed like the best of female creation, as he saw her in that pose all vulnerable and naked for him. He used his hands to run them all over her body as he spent extra time rubbing her clit slowly. Being careful not to wake her up, he naughtily licked her stomach and navel, while feeling her boobs with his hands. This lady was a real masterpiece, he thought, and how lucky was he to get her in her bed like this, ready to do anything and everything for his pleasure. It was pure luck, he thought. Slowly, feeling every part of her whore wife, he too drifted off to sleep.
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 raandnaach 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 raandnaach. However, this would be a raandnaach in the true spirit.

Mastanpur did see a few raandnaachs 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 raandnaach infront 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 raandnaach.

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 gropings with Kabul, the milkman. The milkbooth 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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The Sarpanch gives purva her next job

purva slid in closer to her husband once again, as they were before Hussain and her husband enjoyed her body. It was a deja vu for purva, though this time, they would be talking.

Mushtaq once again started fondling her boobs and nipples. He was really insatiable. Of course, he had no reason not to have fun with them, they after all were his wife’s, and that means he could do whatever he wanted to them. The sarpanch acknowledged Mushtaq’s actions with a smile and a lusty look at purva, and then, started to talk.

“Mushtaq, mein ek bohot jaroori kaam se tum dono se baat karne aaya hu”, he said.

“Boliye na Hussain ji”, said Mushtaq.

“Mushtaq, tumhe Khan Shafiq saheb pata hai na?”, he asked Mushtaq.

“Haan pata hai Hussain ji, woh jo humare sheher se MLA bane the kuch saal pehle, woh hi na?”, said Mushtaq.

“Haan haan, bilkul. Khan Shafiq saheb ab kafi tameez ke politician hai sheher me, aur ab unka party ka bhi maamla sahi chal rha hai”, he said.

Mushtaq nodded, and when Hussain looked at purva, purva too nodded in understanding.

“Toh kuch hi din me woh yahan aane wale hai unki party ke president k saath. Agar baat achhe se hui aur unko humara haav bhaav achha laga, toh unke party me 3-4 log ghuss sakte hai…bohot achha mauka hai humare liye yeh“, he said again looking at both Mushtaq and purva looking for their acknowledgement.

“Ab Khan saheb se woh saheb bhi bohot khush hai, party bohot achhe se aage badhi thi khan saheb ke wajah se. toh Khan saheb ne yeh bola ki humare Mastanpur k log bohot achhe hai aur aise hi imandaari se kaam karte hai. Iss liye party ke president aur Khan saheb yahan aayega 3-4 din ke liye baat karne iske baare me”, said Hussain.

“Achha Hussain ji…“, nodded Mushtaq.

“Toh unke saath achhi mulakaat hone k liye me soch rha tha ek raandnaach ho jaye stage pe, kya bolte ho Mushtaq?”

“Ji haan , raandnaach ho jaaye toh achha lagega unko”, said Mushtaq.

purva was not really sure what a raandnaach they were referring to meant, but she got a fair idea what Hussain was talking about.

“Haan, toh stage pe raandnaach chalega, aur thoda daaru chakna lagake unse baatcheet aise shuru kar sakte hai”, said Hussain ji.

So the idea was to get in a raandnaach, whatever it was, and arrange for some liquor that would go a long way politically.

“Haan Hussain ji, sahi baat hai…achhi baatcheet hogi unse daaru k saath”.

“Haan, mein bhi aise socha tha. parr ek baat hai Mushtaq”, said Hussain.

“Kya hua Hussain ji?”

“Mein chahta hu ki raandnaach k liye ek aise randi ho jo khullam khulla naache sab k saame, besharam. Kyun ki unke party ke president bohot paise waale hai, toh unko aise parties me jaane ko milte hai jahan 10-15 randiyan naachti hai chhote se chhote kapde pehen ke unke saamne, par ab hum aise hi chhote kapde pehnake koi randi se raandnaach de diya toh unhe itna achha nhi lagega na…”, said Hussain.

“Haan ji, yeh baat hai…”, said Mushtaq urging Hussain ji to go on.

“Toh aise raand k liye meine poochtaach ki thi apne Salim garage me, par woh sab pura nanga hoke khullam khulla naachne me tayyar nhi hai Mushtaq”.

Mushtaq knew where this was going. And purva too realised it sooner the later.

Hussain however, continued, “Toh main yeh tujhse poochne aaya hu agar tum apni randi se ek raat stage pe raandnaach karwa sakte ho?”

Mushtaq did not say anything. He looked at the sarpanch, and just said “Hmm”.

The sarpanch then looked at purva. As Mushtaq wasn’t saying anything, she just said “Mushtaq ji jo bolenge main woh hi karungi”, she said and dropped her gaze, hoping that Mushtaq would take it forward with the sarpanch.

“Saheb, ab sab k saame khullam khulla naachna toh badi baat ho gayi, aur woh bhi bade logon k saamne, ab meri randi sheher se hai, aur jab yeh wapas jaayegi, koi dikkat na ho jaye isko”, he said.

purva was pleasantly surprised with the concern her husband had towards her.

“Arre kaise baat keh rha hai yaar Mushtaq, iska tu koi tension mat le, koi dikkat nhi hai…yeh bade log toh sheher k randiyan ki roj lete rehte hai, aur inko pata hai ki unhe koi dikkat nhi dene hai…agar aise kuch hua toh media inki band baja deti hai”, said Hussain.

Seeing Mushtaq not answer, he continued, “Ab dekh Mushtaq, main yeh nhi mana kar rha hu ki stage pe khullam khulle raandnaach karna mushkil kaam nhi hai. Parr ab yeh bhi socho ki isse se kitna bhala hoga apne gaav k liye? Aur haan, Khan saheb bohot paise wale hai, aur agar humne aise raandnaach karwaya randi se, toh woh bohot khush ho jayenge. Paise toh bohot milne wale hai”.

“Woh main samajh gaya saheb. Ab main meri randi ko hi poochna chahta hu, agar woh karegi toh mujhe dikkat nhi hai, par chudegi nhi yeh unse”, said Mushtaq definitively.

purva was impressed with Mushtaq the way he conducted his things. she loved how he demanded that he would not give his wife to those man for sex.

With that said, both Mushtaq and Hussain ji looked to purva, hoping to get an answer from her.

“Toh randi, kya bolte ho tum?”, asked Hussain.

“Thik hai main kar lungi raandnaach”, she said. As Hussain pumped his fists in delight. purva that looked at Mushtaq and then back at the sarpanch. She then took Mushtaq’s hand that was lingering over her waist till then, and placed them on her boobs, as she closed in on him, making her boobs touch her husband.

“Parr iss nanga raandnaach k liye main paise lungi sarpanch saheb”, she said with the confidence of a cheap whore.

Mushtaq himself was taken aback looking at purva’s confidence in her words and the choice of her words.

“Arre randi haan haan, tumhe paise milenge kyu nhi milenge…nanga raandnaach bina paise k dekhne me kya mazaa hai?”, he said and winked at her.

purva was now getting turned on. The thought of asking money for her dancing nude and shameless on the stage was making her feel like a true characterless whore.

“Thik h, main yeh raandnaach khullam khulla karne k liye tayyar hu sarpanch saheb, ab bataio aage kaise badhe?”, said purva.

“Badhiya raand, toh khul milke tumhe raandnaach 2-3 ghante tak karne padenge…toh tujhe lagbhag 40-45 gaane pe naacha hoga. harr 2-3 ghante k baad tujhe 2 minute milega toh tu beech me rest bhi le sakti hai”.

Mushtaq let purva decide herself whether she was ready for this or not. No doubt, it would be a wonderful experience for him and for purva too. He knew purva would love this opportunity. Truth be told, he knew purva would readily accept, but he wanted to make sure his whore would be paid for dancing shameless on the stage in front of a big crowd and two strangers. They would also be drunk during the course of the raandnaach, so purva would also be groped and molested on the stage by those 2 politicians. But the way purva shamelessly asked Hussain ji for her raandnaach made him get hornier for his wife. The way she took his hands and placed them on her boobs for him to enjoy was so hot. As his wife listened to Hussain’s instructions, Mushtaq continued to maul at her tits and enjoy the conversation. He himself would love to see his whore dancing on the stage shamelessly infront of so many horny men.

“Thik h sarpanch saheb, par itni der naachne k liye bohot practice chahiye hoga”, said purva.

“Haan raand, yeh mujhe pata hai…toh mere jaan pehchaan me doosri gaav se ek dance troup pata hai… aur unka ek banda bohot sahi dancer hai… woh kareeb 40-45 saal ka hoga. Aur uske 5-6 launde bhi hai, 21-22 ke umar ke, woh bhi aayenge tumhare saath stage pe naachne. Woh banda tumhe achhe se sikhayega naachna. Usko maine pehle hi bataya ki uska kaam padega, toh woh raandnaach pe chaalu hai already”, said the sarpanch.

“Achha thik h Hussain ji…parr kitne din milenge mujhe practice k liye?”, asked purva.

“Dekh raand, woh banda tumhe sikhana shuru karega, aur jitna achha tum apni tayyari karogi utna jaldi hum yeh raandnaach unhe dkha sakte hai, toh ispe tumhe achhe se dil lagake practice karna hoga, aur jitna jaldi ho sake utna jaldi stage pe raandnaach dena. Tabhi main Khan saheb aur president saheb ko bulaunga, samjhi?”, said Hussain.

“Thik h Hussain ji, mein samjhi”, said purva.

“Badhiya, toh woh log kal aayenge yahan pe. Fakir chowk ke paas ek shed hai, usko aaj main saaf karwake tayyar rakhwata hu kal tak, kal se hi tum apna raandnaach ka practice master se aur unke launde se shuru kar sakte ho, thik hai randi?”, said Hussain.

“thik h Hussain ji”, said purva.

“Aur haan randi, achhe se seekh lena, yeh tere liye bohot kaam aayega, master bohot achha dancer hai aur tumhe raandnaach k liye ek dum tagda steps sikhayenge”, said Hussain.

Finally, after some conversation, Hussain proceeded to leave. He was happy that purva and mushtaq had agreed for a nude shameless dance on the stage in front of the politicians and the whole slum. It was going to be a great event for sure, and his ultimate goal of being in the good books of the president and Khan saheb too was very important. If all goes well, he would be elected into the party, and he would get a chance to live his dream. He had always wanted to be a politician and this was a good start to his dream. He went home and made love to his wife, thinking about his success. He was lucky he had purva in his life, right when he needed such a whore the most. It was only after the panchayat ruling and purva’s humiliation video that he decided he should get a raandnaach by the whore, and wanted to use it to his political advantage when he immediately invited Khan saheb and the president to their village. Khan saheb of course was from Mastanpur too, so when he offered to show them a shameless raandnaach, he loved the idea. He too appreciated the idea of a raandnaach for the president, and also asked Hussain to also have some liquor ready for them, as the president loved to get drunk when watching a raandnaach. Of course, he would also be a given opportunities to touch and grope the whore. Hussain himself was very excited to see the raandnaach by purva. He could not possibly think of anyone else who looked so sexy, voluptuous and hot to a nude raandnaach on the stage not caring about anyone staring at her private parts.

At night, he called up Irfan, the dance master. He knew from a while, and he knew him to be good with the ladies and his whores, so he definitely would know how to treat one. As soon as he first thought about getting purva to do a raandnaach, he called him up to tell him about it. Needless to say, Irfan was thrilled about such an event. He was a regular dancer, and he had been to villages where he had to train girls to dance on stage to cheap songs. While he did fuck those whores before and after the performances, he could not live out his fantasies of making a whore dance naked on stage and have him touch and grope her in public. Once Hussain and talked more about purva and how big a whore she was, Irfan considered himself extremely fortunate to have gotten the opportunity to orchestrate purva’s raandnaach. He fantasised about all kinds he would love to see her do on stage naked, and also have a piece of her body was constantly in his mind.

Hussain gave him his word that purva would surely agree and that he better start out with the songs and steps for the whore to dance on stage. He also mentioned that she would agree to all sorts of steps, however obscene they may look when she is nude. So Hussain specifically asked Irfan to keep that in mind while choreographing the songs and steps for purva. So at night, Hussain called up Irfan to inform him the good news. Irfan was jubilant as his dreams were coming true. He would have a nasty slut all for himself. He would get the chance to make her do the sluttiest and the most obscene steps all nude.

Back at their place, purva and Mushtaq got along with their day, which of course included lots of rough sex for purva. purva was very excited for her raandnaach. Truth be told, she was getting off on the idea of having to dance naked on the stage in front of countless men. And she also knew that she would be made to perform obscene steps at loud noisy songs. Thinking about such an experience made her damp in her loins. As Mushtaq ji romped her pussy from behind on the bed roughly, she was so happy at that moment. She was realising so many of her fetishes and kinks and it was just a week now that she was Mushtaq’s wife. Her humiliation fetish is something that she loved right now, and this raandnaach would have her enjoy more of it along with her exhibitionism fetish. Definitely they went hand in hand, at least for purva. As the night arrived, purva and Mushtaq, after having their dinner once more went at it. This time, Mushtaq ate her pussy slurping it and biting it, while talking dirty to her. It was so damn hot for purva as she completely gave in to her husband’s desires. All of her body was his and she wished he do anything with it, such was her submission. Mushtaq rightly had his way with his whore’s pussy and then pounded her roughly cumming deep inside her. Today was certainly an eventful day in their lives, as Mushtaq clean himself and wore his lungi and shirt, while purva cleaned her vagina. Mushtaq then took to his wife breasts and completed engulfed them feeling her nipples with his fingers. He loved how docile his wife was, and the way she allowed Mushtaq to do just anything with her private parts told him how much she loved him. He was surely going to miss this whore. Anyway, for now, this slut was all his. Realising that he tightened his grip on his wife’s boobs, which evoked a slutty squeal from purva in her sleep. Mushtaq immediately got turned on, so he started to lick purva’s neck pinching her tits roughly. “Kya hua randi, chuchhe dard kar rahi hai kya?”, he said in a pervertedly romantic way. purva was by now half asleep given her tiring day. She knew Mushtaq would not fall asleep as fast as purva, but she could not help it. After all, she was really tired at this time of the night everyday. Her work as a doodhwali and kaamwali, along with the rough things that Mushtaq would do to her body everyday made her really sleep and tired at this time of the night. Of course, today even Hussain had fun with her pussy, and she had 3 orgasms today. So Mushtaq knew she was tired. Also, Mushtaq would get to sleep late into the morning, but purva had to get up early to deliver milk to the slum women and work as the kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi. However, he wanted to have some fun with his dear wife. So he continued, “chucche dard kar rahi kya meri pyaari raand?”, he said continuing to lick her neck and her cheeks.

purva was half asleep. Though she loved the attention, she hated to be woken up during her sleep. But she did not want her husband to be denied of anything, and so she played along. “mmmmm”, she said meaning that her tits were aching due to Mushtaq’s rough pinching. Mushtaq continued, “aise chucche ka mazaa yeh sab karne se hi bharega randi”, he said, once again licking her cheeks. “Achhhaaa?”, asked purva deep in her sleep. “Haan meri raand”, he said and continued to pinch her tits even roughly. “Arre Mushtaq ji, please sone do na“, purva said. Her real problem was not the pain but the sleep, funnily thought Mushtaq. Mushtaq then lovingly kissed her on the cheeks as purva drifted off to her sleep. Mushtaq now stopped pinching her tits and grabbed both her huge boobs in his hands. He was still horny for her, but he let the whore sleep. He happily rubbed his leg over her nude form as he wished feeling her body. It was still 11 pm, so he wasn’t really sleep, but of course purva had to go to work early in the morning. So without disturbing her, Musthaq turned to himself, and licked her nose slightly. He was lusting at the sleeping sexpot in front of him without disturbing her. She really seemed like the best of female creation, as he saw her in that pose all vulnerable and naked for him. He used his hands to run them all over her body as he spent extra time rubbing her clit slowly. Being careful not to wake her up, he naughtily licked her stomach and navel, while feeling her boobs with his hands. This lady was a real masterpiece, he thought, and how lucky was he to get her in her bed like this, ready to do anything and everything for his pleasure. It was pure luck, he thought. Slowly, feeling every part of her whore wife, he too drifted off to sleep.
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 raandnaach 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 raandnaach. However, this would be a raandnaach in the true spirit.

Mastanpur did see a few raandnaachs 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 raandnaach infront 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 raandnaach.

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 gropings with Kabul, the milkman. The milkbooth 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.

Good one. Enjoying.

[Tunkai]

After delivering milk and completing her second job as the temporary kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, purva went to dadi maa's house. She loved spending some time at her place every morning after delivering milk to the households. The first time when purva appeared in her transparent burkha at the milk booth and when she was slapped roughly by Sultana, dadi maa had come to her rescue. Of course when it happened again and again, dadi maa too had given up on purva. Now after all of that matter was settled by the panchayat, dadi maa did not really mind purva's presence as she too spoke jovially with purva.

During that time, purva would usually sit on the ground and gossip with dadi maa, as she prepared tea for both of them. They would then have tea together as dadi maa sat on the sofa and purva would sit on the floor beside her near her feet and talk about random things. Initially, purva was slightly disappointed that dadi maa asked her to sit on the floor, on her first day as the doodhwali. But then, on second thoughts, why would dadi maa treat her differently at all? She was indeed a shameless whore and for the slum women including dadi maa, she was a neech, who loved to show off her nude self to one and all. While she did mind being called neecha, it did not really mess with her. She of course accepted it in her stride as the slum women seemed to be pacified with her being a doodhwali and wearing just enough clothes to cover her privates.

As she sipped on her tea, purva said "Arre dadi maa, yahan pe bohot dhool hai...kya tumhari kaamwali yeh sab saaf nhi karti?", pointing to the area on the floor beneath the sofa where dadi maa was sitting.

"Arre neecha, meri kaamwali bohot aalsi hai yaar...yeh sab toh uski bass ki nhi hai", said dadi maa, not caring as much about dust so inconspicious.

"Arre dadi maa, ruko main saaf kar deti hu fat se". Saying that, purva got up and took dadi maa's finished glass of tea and proceeded to the sink to wash it. After washing the glasses, she took the broom and proceeded to clean the dust below the sofa. Dadi maa sat there on the sofa happily, impressed at purva's thoughtfulness of helping the old woman.

"Aap usko bolte kyun nhi ho? ki yeh sab saaf karo? hmm dadi maa?", purva said, as she herself lifted Dadi maa's legs to clean the floor.

"Arre main toh rehne deti hu neecha...itna bhi dhyaan dene ka mann nhi karta hai, haha", she said with a slight giggle.

"Chalo, koi nhi...aise chhote mote kaam main hi kar leti hu aap k liye roz", said purva smiling at dadi maa, as she proceeded to leave the broom in the kitchen after cleaning.

"Chalo dadi maa, main chalti hu...kal milti hu", said purva as she obediently bent down on her knees to touch dadi maa's feet.

"Chal neecha, abhi kya scene hai? Mushtaq ji ko apna pyaar degi?", asked dadi maa.

purva blushed shyly at dadi maa's words. She indeed loved how jovially dadi maa was with her when she commented on her sex life.

"Arre dadi maa, ab itna sab karne ke baad patiji ka pyaar toh chahiye hota hai na", she said making a cute playful pout at dadi maa.

"Haha, sahi hai...abhi toh tere chudne ka umar hai...mazee de apni pati ko...bye neecha", said dadi maa smiling at her.

"Hehe, bye dadi maa..."

purva then hopped on to her cycle and made her way back to her home. She of course badly wanted to have fun with her hubby, but after yesterday's awkward incident with the sarpanch, she considered the possibility of having to meet the sarpanch again at their place. They were indeed going to meet purva's dance master and their troop for her upcoming raandnaach.

As she deposited her cycle back at the milkbooth, purva shyly winked at Kabul. He was apparently busy with something with few more guys, so she let him be. Of course all the men shameless gawked at her near naked and silly outfit and passed a few comments, that purva deeply enjoyed. Of course, she loved being called out names and being lusted at in public.

With a wet vagina and an almost naked attire, purva walked her way back to her home.

[Tunkai]

As purva entered the house, she was initially happy that unlike yesterday, Hussain wasn't present. Yesterday, she had jumped out of her silly skirt and bra immediately as she entered the house in the anticipation of getting fucked by her husband, much to the delight of both Hussain and Mushtaq and much to the embarrassment of purva. However, she realised that Mushtaq was in the toilet. purva got inside the house and got herself naked and then called out from outside to Mushtaq. "Mushtaq ji, aap naha rahe ho kya?"

"Haan randi, tum aa gayi ho?", shouted Musthaq from inside the bathroom.

"Haan Mushtaq ji...abhi kyun naha rahe ho aap?", she asked him.

"Arre woh, Sarpanch saheb se call aaya hai...unhone bola ki tumare aate hi apan dono Fakir chowk pahunch jaye tumhare dance master aur unke laundon se milne...iss liye main naha rha hu...jaldi hi nikalna hoga humko", said Mushtaq.

purva was of course upset that she and her husband could not at least have their kinky ritual that they both immensely loved.

"Par Mushtaq ji, doodh do pi lijiye na?", she asked hoping to get a positive response from her hubby.

"Arre randi, mera bhi utna hi mann kar rha hai jitna tera kar rha hai...par abhi late nhi karna chahta...wapas aate hi main tera doodh pi lunga...abhi tu jaldi brush kar le...aur tera skirt aur bra k saath upar burkha bhi pehn lena...kyun ki abhi bohot aurat honge sadak pe", said Mushtaq.

purva still badly missed their ritual, but she couldn't help it. Of course they were going to have it later, but now she wished her hubby used her body given how wet her vagina was. Nevertheless, she had to comply with her husband.

"Thik h ji", she shouted from outside the toilet.

As Mushtaq finished his bath, purva ironed his clothes still nude, that Mushtaq had put on the bed for her to iron. She then wore back the other pair of skirt and bra that were slightly less revealing than the one she had worn to deliver milk. She had no idea where Fakir chowk was located, but Mushtaq had asked her to dress in a conservative manner. Of course the current dress wasn't holding back much of purva's sexy body, but then she didn't have any other costume with her anyway. She then wore the burkha over her cheap skirt and bra although given how transparent it was, it really did not make much of a difference.

Once Mushtaq came out of the bath, he looked at purva.

"Sahi hai randi...thoda makeup toh daal hi de jaldi, jab tak main apna kadpe pehn lu", he said to her.

"Thik h Mushtaq ji", said purva.

Of course, purva knew how her husband wanted her to look. Not requiring further confirmation from her husband and assuming that her husband wanted her to chose the colors of her makeup, that he usually did, she proceeded to sluttify herself.

She gave it a quick thought for about 10 seconds, deciding on the color combination that would make her look like a cheap dollish slut, that Mushtaq immensely loved. She wished that her choice would impress her husband to the maximum. So she took out a dark blue shade kajal and applied it beneath her eyes. Next she took out the green lipstick and applied it heavily on her lips just how her husband loved it on her, all the while knowing that Mushtaq was lusting at her from behind seeing her apply her whore makeup.

Next she rubbed the cheap fairness cream that was also gifted to her on her marriage on her face, making her acquire a cheap fair whitish complexion on her pretty slut face.

After a few more touchups here and there, she finally turned around to her husband. With a slutty feminine posture, she put her hands on her waists and swayed to her right side. "Kaise lag rhi hu Mushtaq ji?".

Mushtaq ji came forward and playfully slapped on both her face cheeks. "Ek dum mere raand jaise lag rhi hai". Saying so he grabbed her tits over her burkha.

purva loved how Mushtaq conveyed his lust to her. "Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi aise na karo...waise hi main bohot garam ho rhi hu", she said playfully.

"Haha, sorry meri raand...main bhi tera badan se mazee lena chahta hu, par abhi hum nhi gaye toh Sarpanch saheb naaraz ho jayenge...aane k baad pakka tera bhosda ka chudai karunga main", he said to his wife as he grabbed her by her waist.

"Thik h Mushtaq ji...ab chalte hai hum".

The couple then set off on Mushtaq's cycle to Fakir chowk to meet purva's newest acquaintances. purva was of course in a constant state of arousal from all the things happening to her. Now, she was going to meet the guys who would assist her in her raandnaach, the nude shameless stage dance that she was going to do infront of one and all. It was indeed something really perverted, weird and kinky all at the same time for her. She could not believe she was enjoying all of this as much as she actually was. But, of course, she had no regrets. She was loving this life.

[Tunkai]

Fakir Chowk was about 4-5 km away from Mushtaq's house. It seemed to be a part of the better societies of the slums. purva guessed that maybe Hussain could not get hold of a place in the cheaper parts of the slum for them to practice for the raandnaach. Once near the shed, they could hear murmurs from inside it.

Mushtaq said, "Yahi hoga...chal utar jaa randi".

purva hopped off the cycle anticipating her meeting with new men. It was truly another hot experience for her as it was known to everyone that she was going to dance naked. The look of the shed made her get weak in her loins. She was indeed going to be naked in that dingy little shed for all the new men to see. It was going to be a great sexperience. Mushtaq too got of the cycle as he left it resting on the shed as both purva and Mushtaq proceeded inside the shed.

"Arre aa gaye...aao aao Mushtaq aur purghi, aao", Hussain welcomed them.

Mushtaq held his hand around purva's waist as they stepped inside the dingy shed. The shed was indeed pretty tiny, adding up to not more than 5 metres by 5 metres in area. The ground was just muddy but most of it was covered with an old dusty carpet. purva guessed that the shed was probably used as a storehouse or dumper of some sorts by the local residents before Hussain turned it around into a place where she could practice for her raandnaach.

purva looked up and noticed the stares of all the new men she was going to spend considerable time with in the coming few days.

"Randi, yeh lo main inhe tumse milwa do", said Hussain.

He then pointed to Irfan, "Yeh hai Irfan saheb tera dance master. Bagal ke Shaktipoor gaav me yeh rehte hai...yeh tujhe dance sikhayange, inko salaam dena", said Hussain.

purva obediently taking the cue from Hussain walked up to Irfan and dropped to her feet, "Assalam Waaleykum Irfan ji" and touched his feet.

Irfan of course knew purva's background from Hussain, but he could not believe such an obedient and disciplined urban whore who was willing to even touch a slum man's feet. It was of course a moment of perverted joy for Irfan as he was experiencing such a thing for the first time. Of course Irfan could also see through purva's transparent burkha into her silly bra and skirt that she wore inside. It was surely turning him on, and he loved how docile purva behaved.

"Salaam naachraand, utho", he said, as he touched her shoulders.

purva was of course getting turned on with the humiliation. She was openly being called naachraand by a guy she had just met. Of course, she couldn't really expect better, could she? She was going to dance nude on stage in front of countless men, and these men right there, whom she was surrounded with were going to help her do just that.

Irfan was a dark colored guy and he seemed like he was really from the slums, honestly. He had a certain characteristic persona to him that seemed really rustic to purva. He was also tall but lean unlike Hussain who had a good build. Hussain then introduced purva to the young lads, there were 5 of them in total who seemed to be in their 20s. purva politely smiled at them even though she caught a couple of them staring deep into her exposed boobs through her transparent burkha much to their satisfaction.

purva of course was informed before hand by Hussain that Irfan and these lads would be here. But along with them, there was also one other guy whom purva noticed. Hussain introduced him to purva as Abdul. Abdul was a short guy who was in his 30s but seemed much older given his bald head. He also had a weird and funny looking pot-belly that forced his trouser way below his stomach in a funny way. "Randi, tumhe 4-5 gaane pe naachne k baad break chahiye hoga na...toh Abdul saheb kuch shayaari wayaari me lage rahenge uss time pe". So, basically this pot-bellied funny looking guy going by the name of Abdul was going to be a kind of a filler in between purva's raandnaach, when she would need some rest. Good for her, she thought. Since he too seemed older than her and also because by the look in his eyes, he deeply wished purva bowed down to him, purva dropped to her knees like an obedient slave. "Assalam Waaleykum Abdul ji", she said much to his delight. "Salaam naachraand", he too said taking the cue from Irfan. purva got up and politely smiled at him and went back to Mushtaq who held her again by her waist much to purva's comfort. She wasn't really uncomfortable, but it was kind of awkward as she was under the gaze of so many new men she had just met, but the whole thing did make her damp in her loins. It was such a hot and alternative experience that she was being made to go through already and she wasn't even sure what was going to come next.

As if reading her thoughts, Hussain then said, "Randi ab tu ek kaam kar, saare kapde utaar de...Irfan saheb dekhenge raandnaach k liye nangi ho kar kaise lagegi tu".

Maybe because she hadn't been fucked yet by her husband today or maybe because the whole situation was turning purva on, she felt so submissive at that very moment. There was no doubt she was very horny at the moment, and she would readily get fucked by all the men at that very moment. Hussain's dominant voice had certainly cast a spell on her as felt extremely submissive and womanly at that very moment. In such a situation, of course she would have to be naked for them to see and enjoy her nakedness. How could she be possibly clothed and stand equal to the men, was her thought process right then, at that erotic split second. Her exhibitionism as well as her humiliation fetish were playing a great role at that moment as all of the men enjoyed the situation in which they were right then.

"Haan ji", she muttered in a feeble voice, as she looked at Mushtaq who smiled at her. Mushtaq of course knew how submissive purva was feeling right then and he loved to see her in such a state. Her makeup was adding to the extra kink as all of them knew purva to be nothing but a piece of trash whore.

As purva moved to a secluded area to get naked, all the men including Mushtaq shifted to the other side of the shed so that all of them could get a good view of purva's naked form. Of course, they were going to be treated with more and more of purva's naked body in the days to come, but the first time is always exciting, right?

As Mushtaq too settled in with them, Hussain playfully added, "Arre Mushtaq, tum kyun lage ho humare saath? Yeh raand toh tumhare saamne nangi hi hoti hai humesha aur khoob tumne iske mazee liye ho"

Mushtaq laughed lightly and said, "Arre saheb, ab randi kapde utaar rahi hai toh main kya taali bajau?"

Everyone including purva let out a laugh to the conversation between Hussain and Mushtaq as all of the men settled in for the nude view of purva.

purva was extremely horny as she removed the transparent burkha. She held it out in a way to ask the men where she would place it. "Mujhe de do randi", said Irfan as he stepped forward to take the burkha from purva. purva handed over the burkha to Irfan as he stood there close to her to take the remaining clothes. purva then removed her silly bra and skirt off of her and got completely naked as Irfan took them from purva and got back to the group.

As purva stood there completely naked for all the men to see, she was feeling as womanly as possible. Here in this dingy tiny little shed, she was all buck naked in front of 9 men from the slums 7 of them she had just met. It was indeed just too hot for her. Her pussy was draining love juices at will as she found herself sweating like crazy.

As she just stood there shyly looking at the men lusting at her nude form, Irfan said, "Waah iss randi ki raandnaach dekhne me alag hi mazaa aayega", he said with a sly smile staring directly at purva's exposed private parts. The young lads too had the time of their life as they gawked openly and comfortably at this shameless slut who just got nude for them to see. purva was sure that for the lads, it was probably their first time to see a woman nude by her own will, and she indeed felt proud in a strange kinky way to show them her body. Her vagina was leaking juices owing to the erotica of the situation which ran down her thighs.

"Issi liye toh randi ko chuna hai raandnaach k liye...log pagal ho jayenge isse aise dekh kar", said Hussain lusting at purva.

"Babbe bhi bohot bade hai randi ke", said Irfan, as he sized up her boobs moving from left to right.

Irfan could not believe this was really happening. How could such a gorgeous woman be here in that situation right now? He could not believe it, but this moment was his. It was so damn hot for everyone!

Irfan then said, "Randi tumhare baal aise ajeeb kyun hai?", he asked.

Hearing his question, Hussain and Mushtaq exchanged looks as purva looked on mindlessly. This was going to be really humiliating for her. How could she possibly narrate the whole slum women fiasco to Irfan? How could she tell him that she was debased, beaten and humiliated by the slum for appearing naked on the streets?

Much to her comfort, Hussain said "Arre Irfan woh bohot lambi kahaani hai".

"Arre Hussain saheb, aap bhi na...abhi humko kahan train pakadne hai?", he said.

Of course, Hussain derived great pleasure in humiliating the sorry whore. He looked at purva and the nude shameless form she presented in front of him only made him tighter in his pants. "chalo fir bata hi deta hu", he said as he narrated the whole incident of purva's humiliation by the slum women. Pervertedly enough he made sure he got into as much detail as possible, much to the surprise and amusement of the new guys, and much to the embarrassment of purva. She was indeed feeling quite humiliated as Hussain openly narrated how badly she was beaten and spit on by the slum women right on the streets and how the panchayat ruling had taken place.

"Achha toh yeh raand abhi doodh bechti hai sab k liye?", asked Irfan amazed at how shameless this whore was. No wonder she agreed to do a raandnaach all naked on stage in front of everyone. purva was by now in shame as all the men threw cheap glances at her knowing how dirtily she was debased by the slum women while at the same time openly enjoying her exposed privates.

Irfan looked at her feeling shy and passed a giggle. "Chal koi nhi naachraand, iss raandnaach me tum khul ke naach lena nangi ho kar", he said as he ogled at her pussy.

For the next few minutes, Hussain and Irfan discussed on how long the raandnaach would be and how many songs purva would have to dance for. Ultimately they decided that purva would dance for 40 songs which would amount to a total of approximately 3 hours of stage dance by the nude whore.

"Itni naach sakti hai na randi?", asked Hussain to purva.

40 songs was certainly challenging, purva thought. But of course, she loved to dance, and the fact that she would be nude on stage would only bring more excitement and energy in her, so she decided to take up the challenge.

"Haan naach sakti hu Hussain ji, parr thoda practice toh chahiye hoga", she said.

"Haan, koi nhi. Practice toh Irfan karwa lega tere se...parr achhe se seekh lena", he said.

Irfan then proceeded to examine more of her nude body.

"Randi, ek baar haath upar karo", he said, wanting to see how purva's boobs looked like with her arms up.

As purva did so, Irfan said, "Arre baap re...iske bhosde me bilkul baal nhi hai aur iske kaksh me itne baal hai? yeh kya bana rakha hai aapne randi ke Mushtaq ji", he said as he turned around to Mushtaq with an amused and questionable look.

Mushtaq shyly responded, "Main isse aise hi dekhna chahta hu yaar, aise kaksh me baal rakhke bohot jabardast lagti hai mujhe".

All the men passed out an amused laugh at Mushtaq's kink.

"Hahaha, randi ka pure mazee le rahe ho Mushtaq ji aap toh", said Irfan with a wink at Mushtaq. "Parr stage pe raandnaach ke waqt iss baal ka kuch toh karna padega", he added.

"Haan woh sab baad me sochenge yaar Irfan, randi tum ek baar tumhari gaand bhi dikha hi do inko", said Hussain to purva.

purva immediately complied to the Sarpanch's request and turned around to show her behind to the men. purva surely also possessed one of the best asses and that was evident in the way the men lusted at her ass. It was so damn perfect that the men were literally left speechless.

"Mast, ek dum mast", said Irfan as he could not help walking over to purva and grabbing her butt cheeks. purva shyly looked back at him as Irfan boldy continued to feel up purva's ass with both his hands. With lust shouting loudly in his eyes, he said, "Randi aise gaand aur babbe se bohot achhe steps banenge...mazaa hi aa jayega tumse raandnaach karwane me". purva of course loved how she was being treated by Irfan, her dance master, whom she had just met. She loved to be touched and groped by men, and the wetness in her pussy right then was a testament to that. She simply smiled at Irfan allowing him to continue feeling up her ass. He then made purva turn around and felt up her boobs right infront of everyone much to their amusement.

"Arre Irfan, aise tharka jaa rahe ho randi ko nanga dekh kar toh use kya dance sikhaoge?", he said with a stiffled laugh, much to the amusement of all the men.

Irfan too conscious of the fact that he was openly molesting the whore in front of everyone stepped back. "Maaf kardo Hussain ji, ab raand ka badan khatarnaak hi hai", he said, as he playfully licked his lips looking at purva's nude form once again. purva just shyly hung her head down low from the erotica of the situation as the men openly commented on her.

"Randi ek kaam karo...haath upar karke 20 chhalaang maaro abhi", said Irfan.

purva nodded her head and held up her hands showing her cheap dense armpit hair for all the men to enjoy. She then proceeded to jump up and down allowing her boobs to jiggle with every jump. It was indeed very humiliating for purva as all the men laughed at the sight of her boobs beating up and down furiously with each of her jumps.

"Dekho iske babbe ko...kya cheez hai yaar yeh randi", was all Irfan could say as he not help himself smile at the sight in front of him. This whore was his to play with for the days to come. Just the sight of her jumping naked in front of them gave him so much pleasure, he could not believe how lucky he was. In his mind, he was imagining all of the dirty and obscene dance movements and poses he would make this whore do and he was on cloud 9.

After purva finished her 20 chhalaangs shamelessly in front of the men, all of them clapped in delight at getting the chance to see such an erotic spectacle. Of course they all loved how shamelessly purva did anything they asked, and the sight of her boobs jumping up and down rigorously was definitely a sight to relish.

After few more exchanges, Hussain said, "Chal Mushtaq, tu apni randi ko leke ja, kal isse thik 11 baje bhej dena yahan pe practice ke liye...kal se iska tayyari shuru kar lega Irfan yahan pe".

"Thik h Hussain ji, chalo fir hum abhi chalte hai", said Mushtaq.

"Randi kapde pehn le", he said to purva as Irfan came forward and handed over purva's clothes.

"Randi tumhara badan raandnaach k liye bana hua hai...tumhe achhe high beat aur loud gaane k saath nachaunga...bohot jabardast dikhegi tu.", he said, as he nonchalantly groped her tits one last time before Mushtaq and purva left.

As purva and Mushtaq hopped on to their cycle, purva could not contain herself anymore. Her pussy was so damn wet right then, she was sure that all of the guys had noticed it. Anyway, her whole body would be open to them for the next few days, so it did not matter anyway. The only thing that mattered to her right now was that she wanted to get roughly fucked by her hubby. "Mushtaq ji", she said in a playfully seductive tone while on their way. "Mujhe aap ka pyaar chahiye ghar pahunchte hi". "Randi ab toh tumhe bohot jor se thokunga...apna bhosda bachake rahiyo", he said as he fastened his pace to reach home quicker.

[Tunkai]

As they hopped out of the cycle, purva immediately removed her burkha outside their house itself. There were a few men nearby on the streets who catch her sight, but since she could not see any woman, she went ahead and removed her burkha and hung it across on the string. Mushtaq and purva then went inside the house as purva got herself naked in a jiffy. "Aa jao Mushtaq ji mujhe aap ka pyaar chahiye", she said seductively hopping onto the bed. The couple then proceeded to have good rough sex, their first of the day. Musthaq made purva sleep on her stomach as he inserted his thick dick inside her warm wet pussy. "Aaj toh bohot garam ho gyi hogi tu randi, hai na", he said as he humped her roughly from behind. "Haan Mushtaq ji, ouccchhhh", she screamed loudly as Mushtaq roughly fucked her. After depositing his cum inside his dear wife's pussy, he turned her towards him and roughly kissed her lips. "Duniya me har mard kam se kam ek baar toh tere bhosda ka mazaa lene chahiye", he said with lust as he spit on her face cheaply and slapped her stupid cunt.

After their sex session, purva proceeded to cook lunch in the nude as she usually did, while Mushtaq watched TV. After lunch, the couple proceeded to take a nap as Mushtaq lovingly wrapped his arms around his wife boobs and licked her neck and face with lust. They talked about a few things randomly including the raandnaach. purva confessed that she was indeed excited to be so nude and shameless on stage in front of countless men, but at the same time she wanted to deliver her best. "Uska chinta mat kar randi, Hussain ji bol rahe the ki Irfan bohot achha dance master hai, aur woh bohot strict bhi hai...woh tumhe achhe se sikhayega", he said to ease his slut wife.

After they got up at around 5 pm, purva proceeded to prepare some snacks and poured a peg of rum for her husband. This was how they usually spent the evenings of their married life. Mushtaq made purva sit beside him as he devoured his favorite rum while watching TV. Of course, his hands nonchalantly roamed around on purva's naked flesh as he took fun in pinching his wife's boobs and rubbing her pussy. purva loved how romantic it was and was starting to love this activity each evening. She loved to be naked for her husband and have her private parts for devoted to his hands as he drank his alcohol. As Mushtaq consumed liquor, he would get horny and that was usually evident in the way he would start molesting his wife's tits and pussy. purva usually loved it and even found it cute on the part of her husband as he would involuntarily start treating her rougher and rougher as he got high. He would also every now and then smooch her lips completely engulfing his wife's luscious lips inside his and licking them with lust. purva loved how nasty and cheap this activity was, given that she hated the smell of alcohol. But of course, she loved how special it made Mushtaq feel and so she obediently offered herself completely to him.

As the couple were enjoying themselves, they heard a knock on the door. purva immediately got out of the bed and opened the door careful to hide her nude self behind the door. Of course there was no chance that it would be a woman, but she just wanted to play it safe.

"Kaun hai randi?", her husband asked her.

"Hussain ji aur Irfan ji aaye hai Mushtaq ji, aaiye saheb aaiye", she welcomed them, as she gave up her modesty exposing her nude body to the their feasting eyes.

Hussain and Irfan smiled at each other amused at how casual this whore was in exhibiting her nude body to them. Of course, this quality of purva was so useful to them right then. Her shamelessness and her eagerness to show off her private parts to all sorts of men was what made this whole raandnaach proposal materialize, and Hussain and Irfan could not be more happier for that.

"Kya chal rha hai Mushtaq, do do nashe leke baithe ho", said Hussain suggestively.

"Arre shaam ko yeh hi hota hai saheb humara schedule. Thoda nasha idhar, aur thoda nasha udhar", he said pointing at purva's pussy.

All the men shared a laugh as purva too politely smiled at Hussain and Irfan.

"Randi ek kaam kar, wahan se do chair leke aa aur chai bhi bana de Irfan aur Hussain ji k liye", said Mushtaq.

"Thik h ji", said purva obediently and got on with the command.

purva prepared chai for the 2 guests in the nude and got them to the hall in a tray.

"purghi tum bhi yahan baith jao, hum log teri raandnaach k baare kuch jaroori cheeze baat karne aaye hai", said Hussain.

"Ji saheb", said purva as she sat beside Mushtaq in the nude as Mushtaq proceeded to play with her tits immediately.

Both Irfan and Hussain acknowledged Mushtaq's lust for his wife and how shamelessly she allowed him to molest her infront of men as they passed a sly smile at purva.

purva blushed deeply as she tried to act nonchalant about it.

After a few sips of the tea, Hussain brought the objective of their visit to the forefront.

"Mushtaq, aaj subah tum logon k jaane k baad main aur Irfan kuch soch rahe the raandnaach k baare me", he said.

"Ji boliye na", said Mushtaq.

"Hum soch rahe the Mushtaq, ki purghi ke raandnaach ke saath thoda aur masala bhi ho jaye", said Hussain.

Mushtaq not sure of what exactly was in Hussain's mind, said "kis tarah ka masala saheb?"

"Yaar hum aise kuch soch rahe the...ki purghi ko ek nayi vadhu jaise stage pe dikhaye iski raandnaach shuru karne se pehle", said Hussain.

Mushtaq thoughtfully nodded. "achha, aage batao Hussain ji.."

"Haan, toh Abdul hai na humare saath, woh isse introduce karega ki yeh uski biwi hai. Hum soch rahe the ki yeh thoda achha mahaul banayega raandnaach k liye. Randi ko ek achha red color saree bhi pehnayenge aur ek dum achhi tarah haath aur pair pe mehendi lagake achhe se mustaab karenge isse", said Hussain.

"Achha saheb, sahi hai, fir? uske baad naach shuru hoga?", asked Mushtaq.

"Haan uske baad hi. Parr raandnaach shuru hone se pehle Abdul stage pe bolega ki yeh uski biwi bohot achhi naachti hai, aur yeh ki woh apne biwi ka nanga naach sab ko dikhana chahta hai. fir apne biwi ka saree utaar dega stage pe aur isse nanga karega, aur bass randi ki raandnaach shuru ", said Hussain.

Mushtaq certainly loved the idea, evident in how he reacted. He looked at his wife and pinched her nipples roughly.

"Haha, achha idea hai yeh saheb", he said.

"Haan, aise kuch masala ho toh aur badhiya mahaul lagega guests k liye, hai na?", said Hussain as Irfan appreciatively nodded his head.

"Ji bilkul, achha idea hai...yeh karenge", said Mushtaq enthusiastically.

"kyun purghi, karogi na yeh? tumhe ek achha saree bhi pehnne ko milega", said Hussain.

purva too loved the idea. It was certainly a little kinky but she too was of the view that it would add a good sense of ambience to the whole raandnaach.

"Ji, main karungi yeh", she said as she politely smiled at Hussain and Irfan.

"Badhiya, iske saath hi kuch aur cheeze bhi karna chahte hai hum purghi k saath, raandnaach k liye", said Hussain.

"Boliye na, Hussain ji", said Mushtaq as he continued to drink his alcohol, and in the process getting rougher with his wife, as he tightly pinched his wife's tits. He also made her spread her legs so that her pussy was openly visible to both Hussain and Irfan.

Hussain had of course seen such behaviour from Mushtaq at his home, but for Irfan it was the first time, and he was enjoying how Mushtaq was treating his wife in front of them. He gave a lusty look at purva meeting her gaze and openly brought his gaze down to gawk at her pussy. It was truly an erotic experience for him to see such a willing and shameless whore.

Hussain continued, '"Toh hum yeh soch rahe the ki randi ka kuch badhiya makeup ho jaaye raandnaach k liye, kyun?"

Mushtaq said, "Arre saheb makeup toh karenge hi iska...bina makeup k kaise stage pe naachegi yeh?"

"Haan matab...par hum chahte hai ki isko thoda ajeeb sa makeup de...matlab kuch colorful wala makeup", said Hussain.

Irfan, looking at Mushtaq's confused face, and understanding that Hussain probably had difficulty in conveying his exact intentions, interjected "Mushtaq ji, actually baat yeh hai ki ab purghi naachegi stage pura nanga ho kar, hai na?".

"Haan", said Mushtaq.

"Ab yeh toh aap manoge na, ki jitni bhi raand ho, stage pe itne saare mard k saamne pura nanga hoke naachna sharam ki baat hoti hai, aur aise khullam khulla naachne k liye bohot besharam hone chahiye, hai na?", said Irfan in a confident manner.

"Thik h, maan gaye Irfan, aage batao...", said Mushtaq.

"Ji, toh ab purghi stage pe nanga ho kar naach rahi hai, toh isko hum bohot besharam dikhane k liye kuch cheap makeup and look dena chahte hai isse, matlab ek sasti raand jaise, samajh rahe ho na aap, ki main kya bolna chahta hu?", said Irfan trying to sound convincing.

Mushtaq as well as purva got an idea of their intentions. Their argument was that only a cheap and shameless whore would accept to dance naked on stage in front of so many men, so it was logical that purva should be shown on stage like a cheap prostitute. Truth be told, she found their argument legit, but what was exactly in their minds? As Mushtaq spoke out, she realised that he was also on the same page as her.

"Hmm, samajh rha hu Irfan, aage batao...kaise makeup karna chahte ho randi ka?", said Mushtaq.

"Ji, toh hum soch rahe hai ki purghi ke baal waise bhi ajeeb hai abhi...toh isko thoda aur cheap and sexy dikhane k liye ise bohot chota kar de pehle toh", said Irfan. Of course, he wanted to take it slow, step by step. Hussain and Irfan had together thought about all of this, as a way to satisfy their kinks for purva. They realised that there was so much potential in this raandnaach and that they could make it so sexually erotic and cheap with a willing whore like purva. Irfan knew that to convince Mushtaq and purva, he needed to talk properly, and so he did, carving out his words confidently and sensibly.

Mushtaq asked, "kitna chhota karna chahte ho?"

"Mushtaq ji dekho, main toh chahta hu ki randi ke baal 1 cm se jaada na ho, tabhi iska ka ek cheap look aayega. Main isko bohot kam baalon me dikhana chahta hu. Matlab yeh main iss liye suggest kar rha hu kyun ki purghi k baalon ko woh auraton ne already kaat liya, aur sach batau toh waise bhi aise uneven baalon me aap ki randi gandi lag rhi hai...toh main bass yeh bol rha hu ki isko uniform kar dete hai ek dum chhota kar ke...fir randi ka bohot badhiya cheap look aayega jo raandnaach k liye bohot sahi lagega", said Irfan.

Hussain was of course listening intently. Earlier, they had decided that Irfan should be the one to talk through the majority of this, as Hussain belonged to the same slum as Musthaq. So, he wasn't sure if proposing such a vulgar proposition to Musthaq and purva would yield fruitful results. Anyway, he was happy with how Irfan was carrying out their plan.

Mushtaq, was no doubt excited and aroused about this proposition, imagining such a cheap and slutty look for purva. She would look so trashy and roadside dancing naked on stage with an almost bald head.

purva on the other hand was slightly worried. No doubt, she engaged in the same kind of perversion given how she loved to be humiliated and used. Her only concern was getting almost bald. She would definitely look really really trashy and she would love it, but how could she possibly get back to normal life after that? What would she explain to her urban neighbours when asked about her near-baldness, when she finally got back with Tarun? The social pressure did make her uncomfortable about this idea. However, she did feel pretty excited about the idea, truth be told. Indeed these men had great kinks, she thought as she looked at Irfan and Hussain, all passionate about bringing the best out of purva for the raandnaach. Of course, she knew they were all satisfying their sexual kinks, and that's what made her excited. She loved to be an exhibit, a sex object that men would use to satisfy their perverted pleasures. Anyway, she let them continue and listen them out completely as Mushtaq spoke.

"Hmm, yaar 1cm baal toh bohot chhota ho gaya, takla hi maan lo fir...aur takla ho gyi toh iska ijjat pura chala jayega..isse gaav ke mahilayon toh waise bhi neech samajhte hai...aur agar baal itna udha diya raandnaach k liye toh isse aur neech kar denge", said Mushtaq.

"dekho Mushtaq ji, thik h main yeh maan leta hu ki 1cm bohot chhota hai aur randi usme takla lagega...par ijjat kyun chali jayegi iski? Aaj kal randiyon ko itna fashion me toh rehna padta hai na. Aur waise toh main isse takla bhi banane ka soch rha tha...par hum yeh bhi soch rahe the ki iske baalon pe alag alag colour ke dye bhi lagaye aur achha cheap look dene k liye isko stage pe, toh uske liye randi pe thoda baal hona jaroori hai. Aur mujhe yeh bhi pata hai ki aap ko aap ke randi ke kaksh k baal bohot pasand hai...toh inko waise main kaatne ka soch rha tha, parr kyun ki aap ko itna pasand hai, main chahta hu ki inko bhi achhe se colour dye karwaye", said Irfan, once again confidently putting forward his perverted thoughts for the whore.

purva was now beginning to get concerned. Irfan was asking Mushtaq to not just colour her hair with multiple colours but also colour her armpit hair. She knew she would look utterly cheap in such a perverted avatar. No doubt such a look would be so damn hot and trashy, and she certainly appreciated Irfan and Hussain's creativity as they talked about such ideas. There was no doubt such a nasty and cheap look on purva would definitely make men go crazy with perverted pleasure, something that would go well with the shameless raandnaach she was going to do. Thinking about herself in such a sleazy look made her beam with happiness too, but it would certainly entail a lot of risk for her. As Mushtaq pointed out, such a nasty and cheap look would definitely not go down well with the slum women who had severely humiliated purva for appearing nude at the milk booth. What would she say to the slum women when she would go to deliver milk, when they would ask her about her cheap looks? She was sure that this raandnaach was a men only event so there would no women for the event, so the raandnaach itself was fine. But now her almost bald look with multiple colours as well as coloured bushy armpit hair in such a public setup has a great possibility of pissing the slum women off. What would she say to dadi maa? What if she would not approve of purva's extremely trashy look? She certainly didn't want to disappoint dadi maa who was so close to her. Moreover, she could certainly not go through another trashing from the slum women for being so shameless and whorish with her looks. In the larger scheme of things, she would probably find some reason for such a stupid and trashy look to say to her urban neighbours when she got back to her normal life, and she would definitely not have a problem with Tarun who always supported purva in acting on her kinks and fetishes, but indeed getting almost bald would be a very bold step for her. Moreover getting her hair dyed with multiple colours would draw too much of a flak from the slum women, and she knew she would definitely be ill-treated if she went ahead. Anyway, she decided to voice her opinions later, and let her husband Mushtaq handle the situation right then.

"Yaar, yeh toh bohot jaada ho gaya randi k liye...bohot hi sasti chhinnar lagegi jis hisaab se tum bol rahe ho...matlab randi wala ganda makeup ispe mujhe bhi pasand hai aur main bhi isko aise makeup karta hu jab hum bahar nikalte hai, parr yeh bohot hi ganda hoga. Aur isne abhi tak bohot maar khaya hai gaav ke auraton ke haath...aaj Hussain ji ne tumhe bataya na...iska bhosda tak nhi chhoda unn auraton ne, aur agar isne aise kiya, toh woh log wapas iski pitai kar denge", said Mushtaq, with a voice of concern for his dear whore. Of course, he too was intrigued and aroused with such a look for purva, but he did realise that they were asking too much out of purva. He was also concerned about the slum women. Given how roughly they had treated his whore for wandering out shamelessly naked, he was sure they would make noise and mess with purva if she appeared in such a cheap persona.

purva was glad that Mushtaq, her husband was taking a stance for her. She of course knew that Mushtaq loved to humiliate her, and she also knew that Mushtaq would, like all the men in the slums, love to see purva in such a trashy look. But she also knew he would not give her up to the slum women, that her safety was important to him, and she was certainly moved by his gesture. She listened to the conversation intently though she desperately had questions about the whole thing. For now, she decided that she let the men talk and reach a conclusion and then she would voice her opinion and concerns. She knew that it was not something Hussain and Irfan would force purva to do without her consent, so she was not feeling uncomfortable and awkward about it. Of course, she realised her purpose for the raandnaach was to be a source of utmost pleasure for all the men in the slums along with the guests and that Irfan and Hussain were only talking about the best way to put the show up. Of course, she knew that they were derived from their perverted thoughts about purva, but she wasn't worried about it. After all, she was of the impression that men would have such perverted intentions about a whore like her.

Moreover, Hussain had already told them how important her naked raandnaach was for the entire slums politically and culturally, and as Mushtaq's wife, she did feel responsible for it. Anyway, she kept quiet for the time being and just listened intently to the men.

"Dekho Mushtaq ji, mujhe pata hai tumhari raand unn auraton se kitni gandi tarah maar khayi hai...parr ab aise aap log unse darte rahoge toh kya fayda? Aap hi bol rahe ho na, ki woh auraton ne aap ki raand ko neech samajh liya hai? Toh ab agar randi agar takla bann kar colour laga liya toh kya farak padh raha hai aap ko? Bass, thoda aur neech ho gyi, itna hi na?", said Irfan.

Irfan continued, "Chalo main ek baath sach sach bataunga aap dono k saamne Mushtaq ji...aaj tak maine bohot raandnaach karwaya hai aise hi stage pe kaafi gaav me...parr aaj tak ek bhi raand pura nanga ho kar nhi naachi. Aur main yeh bhi bol sakta hu...ki tumhari raand jaise raand ko maine aaj tak nhi dekha hai...sachhi mein...iske babbe, chucche, bhosda, gaand, kamar...sab ek dum top class hai, iska shape ek dum nasheela hai...ek dum aise raandnaach k liye bana hua hai iska badan. Ab aise randi agar besharam khullam khulla naachne k liye tayyar hai, apni bhosda aur chucche hawa pe khelte hue, toh achhe se dikhao na isse, bass mera yeh point hai. Aise baal aur kaksh me colour lagake naachegi toh sab ko bohot achha lagega, aur apne guests toh randi ko dekh kar bohot khush honge. Chalo aap mujhe yeh batao...aap ki raand ko dekh ke sach batao...isse aise cheap look me aise nanga naachte hue dekhne me kitna mazaa aayega aap ko?", said Irfan. He knew this time he made a very good impression for sure. He looked at Mushtaq who kept silent for a moment, and finally responded...

"Yaar Irfan, main yeh nhi mana karr rha. Mujhe pata hai meri randi bohot maal hai, aur aise avatar me bohot sasti raand jaise dikhegi aur Mastanpur me har mard ka dil khush hoga isse aise dekh ke...par iska bhosda toh mera hai na...iska bhosda ka khyaal toh rakhna hoga mujhe, hai ki nhi? Raandnaach k baad tum log toh chale jaaoge, aur agar woh auraton ne iska bhosda ka pitai kar liya toh?", said Mushtaq in a stern voice.

purva was listening intently to the discussion, as both purva and Hussain became mute spectators and exchanged looks at each other. purva of course, understood the gravity of the situation. She could see that her husband was putting forward his points towards her safety and she loved him for that. Hussain just blinked his eyes at purva, suggesting her to remain calm and let Irfan and Mushtaq deal with the situation right now. purva too nodded her head that evoked a comforting smile from Hussain.

"Hmm, thik h Mushtaq ji, main samajh gaya aap ka darr. Agar yahi aap ka problem hai, toh main kal hi jaake gaav k saare auraton se baat karunga personally. Unko main samjhaunga ki purghi ka yeh raandnaach Mastanpur k liye kitna bhala hai aur iss raandnaach me purghi ko achhe se dikhana kitna jaroori hai. Agar main yeh karunga toh aap khush honge Mushtaq ji?", said Irfan affirmatively.

Mushtaq gave it some thought. He knew Irfan was speaking truthfully, and he knew that if he said yes, he would definitely talk to the slum women and convince them for purva's cheap prostitute look for the raandnaach. He thought for a while. "Thik hai Irfan, agar tum gaav ke auraton ko yeh bol sakte ho aur agar woh maan gaye aur yeh bole ki woh meri raand ki maar-peeth nhi karenge, toh thik hai", he said.

Irfan was very satisfied with Mushtaq's reponse. "Thik hai, main kal hi jaake sab ko saath laake baat karunga". Hussain too nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, toh agar woh maan gaye toh mujhe problem nhi hai agar meri randi yeh karna pasand karegi toh", said Mushtaq.

All the men now looked onto the naked purva as if asking her to say YES. She was of course excited about showing herself in such a nasty avatar, but at the same time she was also dubious about the whole thing. Was she there yet, where she could exhibit herself in such a demeaning and cheap manner to all the men in public? She wasn't sure. She mad multiple concerns, and now that she finally got the chance to speak herself up, she decided to be confident and go for it.

[Tunkai]

purva sat there with her head resting on her husband's chest and her legs spread wide showing her damp pussy to the two guests. Mushtaq having offered the liberty of letting purva decide if she was ready to show up for the raandnaach in such a perverted sleazy outfit played around with her tits. All the three men were waiting for purva's acceptance of Irfan and Hussain's proposal of having her hair cut to near-bald and have it dyed with multiple colours. Along with that, Irfan also proposed that purva's thick armpit hair that was a ridiculous outcome of Mushtaq's fetish, be also dyed with colour which would make her look even more clownish and cheap. She knew that she could straightaway said no, and the men would not bother her with it, but she decided to give it more thought. Indeed, imagining herself in such a cheap state made her aroused for sure. The thought of having to be humiliated so much and then dance in that avatar all naked to loud songs shamelessly on stage in front of all the slum men was truly going to be an extremely erotic experience for purva. Irfan also guaranteed that he would talk to the slum women tomorrow and convince them how important it was to show purva in such a ridiculously perverted way for the raandnaach to one and all. If that was successful, she wouldn't need to worry about being ill-treated by the slum women like earlier. Anyway, she wanted to make sure she got all her questions answered first and then decide whether she was going to do it or not.

The men looked on at the nude purva who was shamelessly sitting like a man showing off all of her private parts for the men to relish. Hussain and Irfan could not help but openly gawk at her exposed pussy. purva of course knew that her pussy was leaking and that it subject to Hussain's and Irfan's lust but she had to deal with this important matter. She was lost in thoughts as to what she should do when Mushtaq pinched her tits roughly. "Randi, bolo tumhe kya lagta hai...", he said.

purva looked at Mushtaq and then thought for a while to gather her thoughts together. She then started to speak.

"Irfan saheb, pehle main yeh jaanna chahti hu ki jo colour wala dye mere sir parr aur kaksh me daala jaayega woh kitne din rahega".

"Dekho randi...ab baat yeh hai ki yeh jo colour wale dye tumpe lagayenge woh bohot chamkeele honge...matlab tumpe door door tak woh chamkeele dikhenge. Ab yeh saare colours tumhare gaav ke barber ke paas hi milte hai...aur woh saste quality ka hi honge. Ab tu sheher se hai toh shayad tujhe Garnier wagare brands pata hote honge...par woh saare lagane me time lagenge aur chamkeele bhi nhi hote hai. Ab thoda cheap quality ke hai toh unko nikaalne me 1-2 hafte lag sakte hai tujhe...parr usse tujhe koi dikkat nhi hogi na?", said Irfan sounding confident.

purva thought for a minute about it. 1-2 weeks didn't seem all that bad to her. She of course knew that they would indeed be of cheap quality and be bright and gaudy that would make sure she looked trashy and cheap.

"Hmm, ek do hafte hi toh thik hai...usse jyaada lagega toh mushkil hoga", she said.

"Nhi, usse jaada nhi lagega randi, iska tension mat le tu", said Irfan smiling at her.

"Thik h", said purva convinced about it.

"Apne yeh bola ki mujhe mehendi wagare bhi lagwaoge...woh kaun lagayega?", asked purva.

"Woh dekhna padega randi...filhaal woh karne wala koi mard nhi dikh rha hai hume...par gaav ki koi aurat laga degi tumpe", said Irfan.

"Thik h", said purva.

purva once again spent few more minutes to gather her thoughts so that she could speak them confidently. She then said...

"Dekho Irfan ji, yeh toh aap jaante ho ki main bohot besharam randi hu...aur yeh cheez main mana nhi karungi. Issi liye Hussain ji ne raandnaach k liye mujhe chuna hai...aur main yeh bhi aap se bolungi ki jab Hussain saheb yahan aaye the mujhe poochne raandnaach k liye, maine turant haan bola tha. Parr job yeh sab mere saath karwane wale ho...uske liye main alag se paise loongi", purva said showing the utmost confidence of a whore.

All the men were taken aback at purva's words. Mushtaq for sure had his tongue tied as he could not believe how his docile wife was indeed demanding extra money to showcase herself as a shameless whore. Hussain too showed surprise on his face hearing purva's words. Even Irfan, who knew purva for not more than 5-6 hours was taken aback after seeing how docile and submissive she behaved so far.

Hussain said, "Mushtaq kya baat hai bhai...teri randi ko kya pila rha hai tu...aaj kal paise maangne lagi hai?", he said sarcastically. Of course, he was the sarpanch and he ruled the place, and truth be told he did not like purva's attitude right then. How dare she ask money for being herself, he thought, but decided to play it cool. Of course, he had to find a way to make purva perform the raandnaach in the cheapest way possible by money too. He of course could not ask the slum men for money, they would only revolt against him given how purva had already shown her nude self to so many in the slums. He also could not be sure that Khan saheb, primarily for whom he was arranging this naachraand by purva, would give him money for seeing the raandnaach. Of course, Hussain could not ask him for money after all, it would not be professional courtesy. Moreover, even if he did offer him money, he would not want to give a major chunk of it to this cheap characterless whore even if she deserved it. Why would he, when she stooped down so low to even get beaten up by the slum women to cover up just her private parts in public?

Before Mushtaq could say anything, purva interjected "Hussain saheb, aise koi baat nhi hai...aap ne hi bola hai na...ki garage ki bhi koi randi nanga naachne k liye tayyar nhi thi...toh main raandnaach karne k liye tayyar hu aur ab iske upar aap mera makeup bhi karoge...toh paise poochna mera haq banta hai na?", said purva with a submissive expression.

"Dekh raand, tujhe iss liye naachraand k liye poocha kyun ki tu ek dum besharmi hai...sadak pe nanga ghoomne k liye auraton se maar kha chuki hai tu, chappal se. Aur ab aise mere se aise paise maangne me tujhe sharam nhi aati?", said Hussain. The expression on his face told Mushtaq how serious he was, and he knew it. Of course Mushtaq had known Hussain from a long time, and he knew how he dealt with things and he knew it when he was serious, he knew it when he was agitated. purva was of course the latest citizen of the slums and knew nothing about Hussain. Before Mushtaq could control purva, she said "Saheb, aise stage pe itne mard ke saamne nanga naachne k liye itni besharm toh honi padti hai mere jaise...sadak pe sab k saamne auraton se maar khayi hu gandi wali, tabhi toh main itni besharam hui hu...yeh toh aap ka bachha bhi samajh lega".

Indeed that was the tipping point for Hussain. He got up from his chair in a jiffy furiously and raised his hand on purva. "Randi kahin ki, teri ijjat kya hai mere saamne aise baat karne ki", he shouted loudly before Irfan got up and controlled Hussain.

Hussain was agitated. Even though Irfan controlled him, he shouted out, "Mushtaq teri randi ko bol...ki woh bass ek sasti chhinnar hai...control me rakh loudi ko".

By now, Mushtaq lost his high from the liquor. The situation was getting a little out of hand and he had to do something. "Randi chup baith tu", he shouted out to purva as he slapped roughly on her tits.

purva sensing the tension of the situation managed to keep quiet upon Mushtaq's command. Irfan too got a sense of the situation. Like Mushtaq, he too knew Hussain from a long time, and he knew that he would sometimes suddenly lose his temper. It was crucial that Hussain controlled himself, lest they lose this great opportunity of getting a slutty raandnaach by the shameless whore.

After a couple of minutes, Hussain finally settled down back on his chair. He said, "Mushtaq yeh jo teri raand harkat kar rahi hai...mujhe bilkul achha nhi lag rha hai. Tujhe pata hai na, agar main chahta hu toh abhi k abhi iss randi ka maar-peeth karwa sakta hu auraton se".

Mushtaq was quick to interject before purva could say anything, "Saheb maafi maangta hu randi k taraf se...isko kuch nhi pata", he quickly blurted out to control the situation. "Yeh lo, aap bhi ek peg maar lo", he said, handing out a peg of rum to Hussain ji to cool him.

purva was a little scared of Hussain's disposition right then, but something in her made her adamant about her role as a Mastanpur whore. It seemed like Hussain antics made her even more stubborn and her she became even more resolute in her mission. Till now, she only demanded money because she thought she deserved it. Indeed, what kind of whore would be ready to acquire such a sleazy look and dance naked on stage in front of cheap men? Truth be told, she did not expect Hussain to react in such a manner and his denial to offer her money for doing such obscene things on stage made her even more adamant about her rights as a whore. She decided that if she was providing such services to the men of Mastanpur, she would have to be paid for it.

Hussain started to consume his alcohol. Mushtaq expected Hussain to cool down with it, but he still continued "Sab k saamne nanga ghoomti hai randi chod aur mujhe paise maang rhi hai, thu" he shouted.

purva too unable to control herself, blurted out "Saheb, main nanga toh apne mann se ghoomti hu na...stage pe itne saare mard k saamne khullam khulla naachna aasan nhi hai...yeh samajh lo. Mujhe pata hai ki woh joh guests aayenge woh mere bhosde se khelenge aur mera poora fayda uthayenge...fir bhi maine haan bol diya...paise dene main aap itna scene kar rahe ho...yeh kya baat hui?".

Hussain said, "Bhosde se khel lenge...aise bol rahi hai jaise tera kuch nuksaan ho rha hai...abhi k abhi tu 100 mard se chudegi tera mann karta hai toh..."

"Ji haan, kyun nhi, parr uske liye bhi main paise lungi", said purva.

By now, even Irfan had lost his cool. He could not believe this docile whore he had known for a few hours was behaving so restlessly.

As Hussain again started to lose his temper, Irfan nudged him to keep his calm, and said "Chal randi bol tujhe yeh sab karne k liye kitne paise chahiye?".

purva was glad that finally they started to talk about money. "Saheb, pura nanga naach rhi hu aur woh bhi sab k saamne, toh kam se kam ek gaane k liye 1000 rupayee toh lagenge".

Irfan let out a giggle sarcastically, and so did Hussain. "Ek gaane pe 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Loudi itne paise me tere jaise main 100 randiyon ko le aa sakta hu samjhi?", said Hussain.

"Achha saheb, toh thik hai toh unse hi karwa lo apna raandnaach", said purva showing a tinge of arrogance.

Just then, the most unexpected thing happened. Mushtaq slapped purva hard on purva's face that made everyone quiet for a moment.

"Bhosdi wali, pehle dhyaan se baat karna seekh bade logon se. Aur ek gaane pe nanga naachna k liye 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Mastanpur me apni ijjat kya samajh rakha hai tu ne? randi ki aulaad!", he shouted loudly as he started to slap purva hard on both her cheeks continuously before Irfan stopped him. "Arre Mushtaq ji, yeh kya kar rahe ho apni biwi k saath...control karo yaar...thik h randi hai toh paise maang rahi hai...uske liye kyun bechaari ko maar rahe ho", he said as Musthaq seemed to cool down.

purva certainly did not expect Mushtaq, her husband to slap her in front of Hussain and Irfan especially when the egos were running so high.

Mushtaq did not say anything, but it was clear that he was pissed off with purva's behaviour towards the problem and the way she was talking with Hussain, the sarpanch of the slums. He certainly did not expect purva to be so rebellious.

Getting faceslaps from her own husband in front of the men weakened purva's resolve as tears started to flow heavily from her eyes. Hussain smirked at purva's tears and took the opportunity to weaken her resolve even more "Randi kahin ki...ek toh besharam aurat hai aur upar se paise pooch rahi hai", he said as he spit on her face in front of both Mushtaq and Irfan. purva, not wanting to show her weakened resolve in front of the men, just hung her head down and she started sobbing. She did feel like she was being reasonable in asking money for service as the slum's naachraand, but once she received so many slaps from her husband, she decided to stay put. After all, she was a disciplined housewife.

Mushtaq still furious with purva's behaviour stood up and joined his hands together. "Hussain saheb mere randi k taraf se maafi mangta hu...main isse samjhaunga...aap nikal lijiye", he said.

Hussain nodded and got up, and so did Irfan. Hussain then said "Mushtaq teri randi ko aukaat me rakh...iski moonh se bass tera muth nikalni chahiye, awaaz nhi".

"Ji saheb", said Mushtaq, as Hussain and Irfan proceeded to leave. They threw one last glance before they left, at the naked purva who was by now in all tears. Irfan condescendingly said "Jaada nhi bolti toh rona nhi padta aise".

After they left Mushtaq closed the door and then came back to purva who was crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. For a moment he did feel apologetic for his behaviour towards his whore even though he decided to reprimand her for her behaviour towards the sarpanch of the slums. Of course, now he was feeling sympathetic for purva having slapped her roughly so many times in front of those men. Sympathetically, he put his hand on purva's shoulder and immediately, purva shrugged herself forcing Mushtaq to withdraw his hand off of her. Still sobbing, she took the pillow off of the bed and placed it on the floor and slept on the ground all naked sobbing even more into the pillow. Of course, purva did not expect her husband to slap her and call her names in front of the men, and it seemed like she was more emotionally hurt than physically as her sobs seemed out of control now. Mushtaq, unsure of what to do and how to patch up things with purva, just sat on the bed looking at his nude whore lying on the ground crying loudly into the pillow.

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[Tunkai]

Seeing his nude wife crying like that on the floor did make Mushtaq repent on his actions. He had just slapped his urban housewife left and right roughly and called her cheap names in front of two men. Of course, he was furious with how she spoke to them, without respect, but he certainly felt he could control his anger. He was also of course furious with how she was demanding about Rs. 1000 for each song for dancing in the raandnaach. The alcohol in his system let him loose at that moment, and he was kicking himself for humiliating his dear wife in front of the men. purva seemed to be really emotionally hurt as she cried into the pillow lying on the floor all naked. Mushtaq was now feeling sorry for his whore. He was certainly taken aback by the fact that she was asking money for dancing shamelessly nude on stage in front of the whole slum, but what enraged him was how she demanded it. After all, Hussain was a man of huge stature in the slums and he held great respect for him, and when purva talked to him in a disrespectful way, he just could not control himself and ended up slapping his wife roughly on her face.

As purva still lay there naked on the ground crying into the pillow for receiving faceslaps from her husband, Mushtaq was really compassionate on her. After all, she only had him to look up to in between all her troubles in the slum. Realising so, he sat down on the floor and touched his wife on her shoulder. "Maaf kar de meri raand, maine tujhe bohot jor se maar diya hai", he said. purva, who was still crying uncontrollably with her face stuck into the pillow, did not say anything. It was clear that she was really shocked with Mushtaq's rough treatment of her in front of the men who denied her of her money for her nude raandnaach on stage. The fact that his docile wife did not care to respond to his true apology told Mushtaq how deeply she was hurt. He then tried his usual trick of trying to sexually stimulate her by massaging her nude ass. Seeing no reaction from purva to his touch on her sexy ass as she just kept sobbing into the pillow, he used his hands to spread both her butt cheeks wide and spit into her asshole a few times before digging deep into her asshole with his thumb. "Randi kya gaand hai yaar teri", he said with lust. He was of course really turned on, but purva seemed like she was in no mood to forgive Mushtaq for his actions right then. Apparently, it made no difference to purva as she kept sobbing without looking at him, and Mushtaq could tell that she was indeed emotionally shocked. "Randi, maaf kar de yaar...aise thodi ki mere se baat hi nhi karegi ab?", he said as he absolutely repented his actions. Even then, purva did not seem to react as now her sobs seemed to be controlled. She was still crying as was evident from her movements and even Mushtaq's dire attempt of trying to make her feel horny like before, wasn't working out. With no other option, Mushtaq decided to give purva time to recover from her shock. He had already apologised to her for her actions in front of the men, that had severely hurt her ego, but that was all he could do at that moment. Normally, purva usually gave up when her husband played with her body, but today it was different. It was clear that she was indeed very upset with Mushtaq's actions and was in no mood to talk to him. Having realised that, Musthaq switched off the lights in the house and went to sleep on the bed while his wife slept naked on the floor. He too was feeling sad for purva who was still periodically sobbing on the floor, but he decided that the best way to take this thing forward was to talk to his whore in the morning after she finished her duties as the doodhwali and kaamwali.

purva got up dutifully the next morning at her regular time. As she woke up, she felt it unusual without the familiar feeling of roughness on her tits and the warmth of her husband's manly hands on her boobs. Every night before going to sleep, Mushtaq would fuck her roughly on the bed as he would pinch her tits, slap her face and savage her pussy. Even while sleeping, Mushtaq would tightly hold his wife's boobs in his hands and showered her with his lust. But today, realising that she was sleeping on the floor without her boobs roughly engulfed in the hands of her husband brought purva to reality as she recollected what had happened last night. She saw Mushtaq asleep on the bed and she developed the usual feeling of kissing her husband in his sleep like she usually did every morning when she woke up. Today though, she tried her best to not do it, as if to satisfy her feminine ego. She knew that her husband was indeed apologetic for slapping her roughly on her face multiple times in front of Hussain and Irfan last night, when purva asked money for appearing sleazy and dance all naked for the raandnaach. But she was indeed really emotionally hurt and she forcefully restrained herself from kissing her husband on his lips during his sleep.

purva was troubled in multiple ways, as she did not feel good about being in an emotional war with her loving husband. She loved the feeling of always being naked and vulnerable in the house in front of him and loved how romantic it was when Mushtaq would do anything and everything to her while she was naked and he was clothed. It certainly made their bond more special, and having to deny his dear husband her body when he was horny did not feel good to her.

As she did her daily chores, she did realise that Mushtaq must have reacted in the heat of the moment, and she indeed was ready to forgive him, but it did hurt her, that he slapped her in front of those men without any consideration for her feelings. Moreover, she still felt that as a whore, she deserved money for her services as the slum's raandnaach. Hussian has indeed told them earlier that Khan saheb would offer them money for the raandnaach, but the way Hussain reacted when purva demanded money for dancing shamelessly nude for a total of 40 songs on stage made her stubborn towards her goal. She was still in a state of bother though, unsure of how to deal with this matter. She decided that she would open up about all this to dadi maa, who was her only close ally among the slum women and ask for her suggestion in dealing with this issue. With that in mind, purva put on her daily skirt and bra that showed off almost all of her assets and proceeded to go about her first duty as the slum's doodhwali.

[Tunkai]

Once she reached the milk booth, as usual like every day, Kabul proceeded to have fun with purva. Of course, Kabul normally had a relatively boring job as the slum's milkman, but he felt rejuvenated and looked forward to every morning off late as purva would come to the milk booth wearing cheap next-to-nothing clothes and allow him to have fun with her pussy and boobs. Yesterday, he had even taken her inside the milk booth to avoid public view and stripped her off of her silly bra and panty and made her completely naked to finger her cunt and play with her tits. Today too, as purva came inside the milk booth to collect the cans of milk that she would deliver to the slum women, Kabul immediately stripped her off her bra and panty and proceeded to lick her tits with lust. He then inserted two of his fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. "bhabhi, tere saath yeh sab karne me kitna mazaa aata hai...bohot garam raand hai yaar tu", he said as he pervertedly spit on her tits and proceeded to slap them lightly. Normally, purva was reciprocative to Kabul's lusty actions on her private parts as she would usually moan and enjoy herself, but today she seemed like she was disconnected. Kabul, even though felt like continuing with his fun, felt concerned for her. He did love to molest her and he knew that she was indeed a cheap whore, but seeing purva not enjoying the molestation told him something was indeed off.

"Kya hua raandbhabhi? bohot naraaz lag rahi hai tu aaj?", he said, even though he continued to feel purva's boobs with both his hands.

"Kuch nhi Kabul, tu mazee le mera aur jab tera mann bharega mujhe jaane de", she said in a dejected tone.

Kabul by now knew that something was not right. He of course lusted for purva but he treated her as a good friend, and he felt like he had to respect her feelings right then. Even though he deeply wanted to ask her what was wrong and continue to feel her up and finger her warm pussy which he loved to do, he decided to just let it be for the moment. He looked at her face which was quite expressionless, and with great difficulty he stopped molesting purva's tits and removed his fingers from her pussy. Earlier, whenever he had his fun with her, purva too enjoyed it equally, but today she was quite unresponsive and dejected. As he nonchalantly licked his fingers that were smothered by the love juices from purva's pussy, he continued. "Nhi bhabhi, aise koi baat nhi hai...mujhe lag rha hai tu koi cheez leke upset hai...aise main tere se iss samay me maze nhi lena chahta...tu jaa doodh bechne, aur jab tera mann karega mujhe batana kya hua...tabhi main tere chuchhe aur bhosda ka mazaa lunga", he said earnestly.

purva was certainly impressed with Kabul's words and actions as he quickly retreated from enjoying purva's tits and pussy. He was a teenager and purva knew that he would indeed have great primal instincts in feeling up a mature and busty whore like her, and she knew how difficult it would have been for him to give up on her suddenly. But the way he conducted himself, able to feel her turmoil and respect their friendship made her respect him a great deal right then. She inadvertently moved closer to him and gave him a deep lip kiss much to his delight and surprise. "Thank you Kabul, abhi main tujhe nhi bata sakti mere saath kya ho rha hai...parr baad me main tujhe apna pura badan dungi...tum jo marzi karna hai tab kar sakte ho", she said emotionally. Kabul lovingly grabbed her boobs and said, "bhabhi tu meri dost hai...ab main tera nanga badan ka mazaa leta hu toh yeh nhi hai na ki tujhe main samajh nhi saku...tujhe dekhte hi mere ko samajh main aaya ki tere dimaag me kuch chal rha hai...chal abhi tu toh nikal, aur baad me mujhe batana kya hua...koi dikkat nhi hai", he said, as he lovingly licked both her tits a couple of times before passing a bright smile to her. purva said "Kabul main bhi tujhe ek bohot achha dost maanti hu aur jaise maine bola, baad main tujhe mera sab kuch dungi...tabhi tum khul k mere mazaa le sakte ho", she said as she gave him a good friendly hug in the nude.

purva then proceeded to put back on her silly skirt and bra and hopped onto her cycle to deliver milk to the slum women. When she reached dadi maa's house and delivered milk to her, she said "dadi maa, aap se kuch jaroori cheez baat karni hai, baaki ghar me doodh bechke main aaungi aap ke yahan", she said. Once she finished delivering milk to all the households, purva parked her cycle in front of dadi maa's house and knocked on the door.

purva had of course expected dadi maa to open the door, but to her surprise an extremely beautiful lady opened the door. The revolted look on her face as she looked at purva dressed in such exposing clothes along with her cheap unevenly cut hai told her that she indeed did not know who purva was. "Kaun hai Nazzria?", came a voice from inside the house, and purva knew it to be dadi maa's voice. The lady in front of her looked at purva from top to toe involuntarily maintaining the condescending look. "Pata nhi daadi, ek baar aao tum", shouted the lady still looking at purva in a dirty way.

To purva's relief, dadi maa came out. "Arre neecha, tum ho kya? aa jao andar", she said. As purva stepped inside, dadi maa said "yeh meri poti hai Nazzria. Maine tujhe ek baar bataya na...yeh fashion designer hai aur sheher me kaam karti hai, waise yeh sheher me hi rehti hai parr chutti ke din yeh mere saath rehne aati hai ", said dadi maa as she lovingly kissed her granddaughter on her cheeks.

purva was of course very impressed with Nazzria's extremely good looks. She was indeed looking very beautiful even though it was a time when she wasn't her best. She seemed quite young compared to purva, but given the respect she had for dadi maa, she inadvertently dropped down to her feet and touched Nazzira's feet. "Assalam Waaleykum Nazzria didi". she said. "Salaam neecha", said Nazzria as purva got up. "Achha tum hi ho kya neecha, dadi maa tere baare me bohot bataya hai mujhe", she said, as she sized her up.

purva guessed that if she knew about her, she would know that she was Mushtaq's temporary wife and she would of course also know of her beatings by the slum women for appearing naked in the street and how she was now a doodhwali for all the slum women. Somehow, knowing that Nazzria knew how big a whore she was made purva feel really comfortable in her presence.

Once inside the house, dadi maa closed the door. She then turned to purva and said "baitho neecha, kya baat karna tha tujhe mere saath?".

purva of course by now had developed a good rapport with dadi maa and she felt quite comfortable inside her house and closed doors. That was the reason she decided to conceal her problem regarding the raandnaach with dadi maa in the first place. purva sat on the floor near the door where she usually did and said, "dadi maa, aap chai bana lo, fir main aap ko bataungi...", she said.

Dadi maa too developed good friendship with purva by then. She had accepted that purva was a real shameless whore and that she loved to be a source of ultimate pleasure for men given how she took so many beatings from the slum women just to appear naked on the streets for all the men of the slums. Once purva said that, she prepared the tea for herself, her granddaughter Nazzria and purva. Dadi maa and Nazzria sat on the sofa and purva sat on the floor near dadi maa's legs as they sipped their chai.

"Haan bata neecha, kya baat karni thi tumhe?", said dadi maa.

purva started, "dadi maa aur Nazzria didi, jo main aap ko bata rahi ho woh aap please kisi se mat bolna", she started off.

Dadi maa saw concern in her eyes. "Thik hai neecha, ghabra mat...bata kya hua?", she said.

"Dadi maa...Hussain ji do din pehle humare ghar aaye the yeh poochne ki agar main poore gaav k mard k saamne ek nanga raandnaach karne k liye tayyar thi. Woh bol rahe the ki sab k saamne mujhe khul milke 40 gaane pe nanga naach karna hoga 5 launde k saath stage pe", she said. She also explained that this raandnaach by her was a welcome party to the two politicians with whom Hussain saheb had ultimate political ties to achieve.

"Achha", said dadi maa, in a curious tone. "Kya bola tumne?", she asked.

"Dadi maa, maine haan toh bol diya tha, parr woh log ab yeh bol rahe the ki woh mere bohot ganda makeup karenge...woh bol rahe the ki mujhe lagbag takla bana denge aur fir sir pe aur mere kaksh k baal pe colour dye lagayenge", said purva.

"Baap re...nanga naach hi bohot hai, uske upar aise cheeze bhi karne wale hai tere saath?", said dadi maa surprised.

"Haan dadi maa...chalo iss cheez k liye bhi maine nah nhi bola...mujhe yeh sab karne me mazaa aata hi hai...par ab itne gande cheeze mere se karwa rahe hai toh paise maangna mera haq banta hai na?", asked purva as she inadvertently touched dadi maa's feet and proceeded to massage them out of love.

"Arre kaise baatein kar rahi hai neecha, itni besharam ashleelta dikhane k liye paise toh dene hi chahiye sarpanch saheb ko tujhe", she said. Truth be told, dadi maa was indeed repelled with the idea of a nude dance by the whore on stage in front of all the men. But of course, she had been living in the slums for a long time now, and she knew that such events were held once in a while for the men to enjoy. She of course, till now, did not know of a raandnaach that showed a whore completely naked, but given how shameless a whore purva was, she did not find it surprising that Hussain had indeed come up with such a proposal for her. Of course, the recent panchayat where purva appeared in her debased avatar all naked in front of the entire slum was something that Mastanpur had witnessed for the very first time, and dadi maa was sure that after such an experience by purva where each and everyone in the slums got to saw her nude and how roughed up she was by the slum women, this proposal by Hussain only made sense.

purva was happy that dadi maa was indeed supportive of her thinking. "Hain na dadi maa. Kal sarpanch saheb aur unka dost, mera dance master, aaye the humaare ghar...Mushtaq ji aur mere se yeh batane ki mera coloring bhi karwayenge sir k baal aur kaksh k baal ke. Jab unhone mere se poocha, toh maine bola ki main yeh sab kar lungi par iske liye total main ek gaane 1000 rupayee loongi".

"Haan, sahi hai...fir unhone kya bola?", asked dadi maa.

As dadi maa asked her that, purva started to recollect how Hussain talked condescendingly to her for being a cheap characterless whore and asking for money for being herself and how after she was getting back at him and Irfa, her husband Musthaq had slapped her roughly in front of Hussain and Irfan for asking money to dance naked on stage in such a cheap avatar. Looking back at that moment, purva started to shed tears in front of dadi maa and her granddaughter Nazzria, before she could say anything.

"Arre neecha, kya hua? Ro kyun rahi hai? Batana kya hua? Kya bola Hussain ji ne jab tumne paise maanga nanga naach k liye?", asked dadi maa.

purva controlled her sobs and wiped her tears. "Dadi maa, mere yeh bolte hi Mushtaq ji mujhe thappad marne lage the dono haathon se", said purva as she continued to sob even more.

"Kya? Naanga naach k liye paise maangne k liye Mushtaq ji ne thappad mara tujhe?", said dadi maa.

purva nodded as tears started to flow down heavily now. She as now in a similar emotional state as last night right after Mushtaq had roughly slapped her, and she could not let go off the emotional damage it did to her feelings.

"Ab bolo dadi maa, itni besharam nanga naach, aur woh bhi sab mard k saamne stage pe, mere paise poochna galat baat hai kya?", asked purva as she continued to cry.

Dadi maa said, "Arre neecha aise rone se kya hoga? Tumne saare gaav ke auraton k haath besharam hoke itni maar khayi hai, kyu? kyun ki tujhe khul k randibaazi karni thi, hai ki nhi? ab tu nanga ho kar jab stage pe apne taklapan aur kaksh me rang lagake k ek dum besharam naachegi toh saare mard khush honge ki nhi? paise toh maangna hi chahiye tujhe neecha. Jo tumne kaha bilkul sahi kaha aur tere mard ko tujhe aise thappad nhi maarne chahiye tha", said dadi maa.

purva was glad that at least dadi maa was on the same page as her. "Parr Mushtaq ji ne mujhe itna maar liya tha Hussain aur dance master k saamne ki main chup ho gyi dadi maa...aur uske baad Mushtaq ji se meri baat hi nhi hui...unhe gussa aaya ki maine raandnaach k liye paise maanga hai", said purva.

Dadi maa thought for a moment before articulating. "Dekh neecha, saara gaav ko pata hai ki tu bohot besharmi hai...ab agar tu khul k nanga naach karegi sab k saamne stage pe bina paise ke, toh teri bhosde, chucche aur gaand ka koi moolya nhi hoga, samjhi? itni maar khaayi hai hum se tu ne sadak pe, aur agar ab tu randibaazi k liye paise nhi kamayegi toh kya faayda? aakhir Mushtaq ji bhi tujhe randi hi maante hai, hai ki nhi?... unhone shaadi iss liye tere si ki hai taaki unhe tera bhosda humesha mile muft me. Ab itni gande cheeze agar tu muft me karegi sab mard k saamne, tujhe pura hi chutiya bana denge sarpanch saheb. Aage jaate tere se har tarah ka ashleel kaam karwayenge. Main bata rahi hu...raandnaach k saath hi tera bohot faayda uthayenge yeh politicians. Tujhe woh log sheher bhi le jaa sakte hai kuch din teri mazee lene k liye, aur yeh sachh hai. Tumhe jaroor kuch na kuch paise maangna hi padega yeh sab randibaazi k liye", said dadi maa with a serious tone.

purva of course, got what dadi maa was saying, and purva seemed to understand what situation she was in. "Parr dadi maa, Mushtaq ji khud mujhe mana kar denge paise maangne me", she said helplessly.

"Dekh neecha, ab muft me karne se achha yeh hai ki kuch chillar toh kama hi lo iss raandnaach. Agar tu itni besharam ho ke sheher me nanga naach karegi stage pe toh tujhe lakhon me paise milenge...ab gaav me hai toh tujhe itne paise nhi milenge...par Hussain saheb tere se bohot fayda utha rahe hai...unhe pata hai ki tu bohot besharam randi hai...aur unhe pata hai ki bina paise k bhi muft me tu nanga naach legi sab mard ke saamne. Main yeh bhi bol sakti hu ki Hussain ji se saare gaav k log darte hai...Mushtaq ji bhi...issi liye unhone tujhe unke saamne thappad mara hai...par ab agar tu jhukegi unke saamne, toh teri randibaazi ka koi moolya nhi hoga", said dadi maa in a stern voice.

purva of course understood the truth in dadi maa's words. Dadi maa was of course a citizen of the slums and she had been witnessing the nature of the slum men from a long time, so her suggestion was perfectly apt. "Parr dadi maa, ab main kya karu? Mushtaq ji bhi mujhe gaali denge agar main paise maangu raandnaach k liye", said purva sounding helpless.

"Hmm, tu ek kaam kar. Thik h joh tu yeh besharam nanga naach karne wali hai uske liye tujhe bohot paise milne chahiye...parr abhi yeh teri randibaazi bass shuru hone wali hai na Mastanpur me? Toh tu yeh bol Mushtaq ji aur Hussain ji se ki kyun ki tu abhi abhi randi bani hai, apna rate kam rakhegi tu. Yeh bol na tu ki yeh sab karegi agar ek gaane pe tujhe 10 rupayee diya jaaye. Isse unko pata chalega ki tu khoob randibaazi karne k liye tayyar hai lekin kuch toh kimat hai tera. Baad me apna rate badhate jana tu, samjhi main kya bol rahi hu?", said dadi maa.

purva found dadi maa's words sensible, and she found all of her egos satisfied with this strategy suggested by dadi maa. It was not like she wanted to make a fortune out of dancing naked on the stage shameless, but she did not want Hussain and Irfan to take her nude whore services for granted. Charging Rs. 10 for each song meant that she made about 400 bucks for her efforts. Like dadi maa said, purva realised that, even though she was one shameless whore, she was just starting out in the slums as a whore, and she could not expect to earn huge bucks out of it. But at the same time, it was important that she did not freely give out her services which would devalue her sexy body and her worth as a cheap characterless whore.

With dadi maa's suggestions making sense to her, she wiped her tears. "Haan dadi maa, sahi bol rahi ho aap, abhi main Mushtaq ji se pehle yeh bolungi...ki main yeh sab karungi agar mujhe 10 rupayee diya jaaye ek gaane pe nanga naachne k liye", she said.

Dadi maa smiled at her. "Haan neecha, yeh bolna tere mard se. Waise toh main yeh bolungi ki Mushtaq ji bhi tujhe paise dene chahiye kyun ki tu unki raand hai. Parr ab tu bhi unse pyaar karti hai, toh woh rehne de abhi...waise woh kuch hi din main dubai chale jayenge toh kya farak padega...", she said as a matter of fact.

"Haan dadi maa, woh thik hai", she said even though she could not disagree with dadi maa's statement that she was indeed just a whore to Mushtaq who was having the time of his life before left for Dubai. Anyway, like dadi maa said, she did love to offer herself to him and have him do all kinds of things with her, so she did not mind it. But she was indeed going to resolve this raandnaach issue by talking to Mushtaq. She decided that she would go home and tell her hubby that she would perform the raandnaach with all terms and conditions including the vulgar and cheap colouring of her bald head along with her thick armpit hair that Hussain and Irfan wanted on her for her raandnaach,

purva then stood up, and said, "bohot dhanyawaad dadi maa, main abhi jaaungi ghar aur Mushtaq ji se baat karungi", she said wiping her residual tears and putting on a smile.

"Yeh hui na meri neecha...aise ghabra mat...ab randibaazi karni hai toh paise maangna khul k. Nanga ghoomne k liye hum se maar khayi hai toh paise kamane me unse maar kha hi sakti hai, hai ki nhi. Issi liye ghabra mat aur khul k bina darre bat kar unse. Main ek sach yeh bataungi, ki Hussain ji ko tere jaise besharam randi nhi milegi aur agar tu ne sahi se dum dikhaya toh tujhe paise toh denge. Aur randi hai toh khul k paise maangegi apne raandbaazi ki, usme koi sharm ki baat nhi hai...samjhi na?", said dadi maa instilling her with confidence.

"Haan dadi maa, thank you...aap se baat karke bohot achha lag rha hai abhi, main ab Mushtaq ji se baat karungi jaate hi", she said as she once again stepped forward and dropped on the ground to touch her feet.

dadi maa said, "Darr mat neecha...khul k baat karna...randi hai tu...besharam hoke paise maangna har kaam k liye", she said with a smile. purva passed a friendly smile to dadi maa at her kind words.

purva then turned to Nazzria. "Sorry didi, main aap ko bilkul jaan hi nhi paayi meri randibaazi ki chakkar me, aap kal bhi yahan honge na?", she asked Nazzria.

Nazzira said, "Haan neecha, main kal bhi yahan hongi...ab main bhi jaanna chahti hu tere saath kya hua, toh tu kal aake bata na hume kya hoga aaj tere saath", she said.

Happy to have received such concern from dadi maa's beautiful granddaughter, purva said, "bilkul didi, main kal aaungi aur aap ko aur dadi maa ko bataungi mere saath kya hoga. Ab mujhe ek ghar me kaam bhi karna hai...toh main abhi chali, warna late ho jayega", she said. Before leaving she once again bent down on her knees and touched Nazzria's feet as a mark of respect and set off to Nasira bhabhi's house to serve her duty as the kaamwali. While on her way on her cycle, purva was feeling better after having talked all of this to dadi maa. Once she reached home after doing her work as the kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, she would talk to Mushtaq and say that she deserved at least Rs. 10 for each song for dancing so shameless and cheap in front of all the men. It was then upto him how he would react and take the matter forward with Hussain and Irfan.

[Tunkai]

After serving as the kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, purva made her way back to her home. She was indeed filled with thoughts on how to communicate with Mushtaq based on her discussion with dadi maa. She decided that asking for 10 rs. for each dancing shamelessly naked on each song for the raandnaach was a good enough strategy. She was sure it was indeed a pretty nominal amount for what she was doing and she also did not hurt the men's feelings by agreeing to their demands. purva got into the house and saw that Mushtaq was still asleep snoring happily. She closed the door and hot herself naked like usual. Seeing her husband sleeping like that brought the familiar feelings of love for her husband. She realised that even Mushtaq repented for his actions of slapping her in front of the men yesterday as was evident in the way he tried to appease her yesterday. She realised that indeed she was being too brazen and direct in demanding money for her whore services with the highest man of the slums, the sarpanch, Mr. Hussain. She did not feel good about being detached from her husband in their house with her all naked. She thought for a minute and decided that she would first make up with her husband and then talk to him about charging a nominal fee of 10 rs. for each song for her raandnaach.

She quickly washed her face and checked the growth of her armpit hair in the mirror. Indeed it was dense and she only got wetter in her vagina as she imagined how shameless and trashy she would look with such armpit hair and that too coloured with dye on stage in front of all the men. As she began to get wet thinking about it, she realised that she had missed the rough treatment of her body parts from her man since yesterday. Every night, Mushtaq would go wild with his perversion and fuck her roughly on the bed and then she would be completely subject to his lust and power as they went to bed. But yesterday, she was too emotionally hurt due to Mushtaq's slaps in front of the men, and she had to go without her usual fucking. As she saw her husband asleep on the bed, she also felt sorry for him for denying him of her warmth. So she got out the tray and placed two glasses on it. She filled one with warm milk and the other with water and got into the hall area with Mushtaq still asleep. She placed it on the ground near the bed and kneeled down with her hands behind her back dutifully for her husband. She wanted to appease her husband with the morning ritual that he so much loved, as he got the chance to face fuck his whore wife first thing in the morning while drinking his milk. As she kneeled down, she made loud noises of getting fucked to wake up her husband without touching him. She wanted to delight him as soon as he got out of his sleep to the welcoming sight of his whore wife all obedient and submissive for him to perform their morning ritual. "Ahh ahh ahhh", she progressively moaned in the knelt down position as she started to get wet in her pussy for her upcoming degradation by her husband. "Chodo mujhe Musthaq ji, maine aap ki randi hu, aah aaah aaaaah meri bhosda ko faad do", she shouted as if to wake him from his wet dream. Much to her delight, in a few minutes of her making such slutty noises, Mushtaq got up.

As he opened his eyes still asleep on the bed, Mushtaq rubbed his eyes to the gorgeous sight in front of him. It quickly dawned on him what he was seeing, and what he had done to his wife yesterday. But his thoughts quickly trailed off as he saw his slut whore knelt down making sex noises. "Arre randi, yeh kya kar rahi hai tu?", he said getting up from the bed, with a pleasant and surprised smile on his face.

purva just moved forward closer to him and said, "Abhi kuch mat poocho Mushtaq ji, bass meri mazee lo", she said as she seductively picked the tray of glasses and offered it to him. Mushtaq was on cloud nine as he realised what purva was doing for him. He passed a nasty smile at purva as he picked his glass of milk and spit at her face a couple of times. He knew she loved it when he treated her like a cheap roadside slut. Forgetting what had happened yesterday, he held purva's shoulders and brought her closer to him and started to drink his milk. He then slid down his pants and purva did the rest as she bent down in her knelt down position and took Mushtaq's erect dick in her mouth without using her hands. Mushtaq took a dunk of his warm milk and looked at purva's slutty actions with utmost lust, that evoked a shy smile from his whore as she started sucking his cock. Mushtaq then proceeded to feel his wife's sexy boobs with his one hand as he continued drinking the warm milk with the other as he rejoiced in the beautiful feeling of having a shameless docile whore ready to do such things for him first thing in the morning. He then roughly pinched his wife's beautiful tits and slapped on both her boobs roughly, before finishing all the milk in one go. He then "Aaja, jannat dikha mujhe", he said with lust as he grabbed his wife's head and pushed her closer to him to suck his cock. As he forced his cock deep inside her throat making purva gag roughly, he slapped his whore's boobs roughly and continuously making purva squirm with painful joy. Indeed the morning ritual represented the lust he had for purva, as he completely let himself go with the kink he possessed for her. purva too was extremely excited for being able to do their morning ritual. She loved it when her husband would treat her like a whore as he treated her so roughly by slapping on her boobs and deep throating her with his cock. Mushtaq continued to pinch her sorry tits roughly given all the lust he had pent up inside him. "Lowdi, le pura moonh me, meri sasti chhinnar", he shouted as he fucked her throat deeper and deeper. He then proceeded to feel up her cunt and spit on her face continuously gargling it from deep inside his stomach. purva loved how nasty and humiliating it was for her, given how Mushtaq had just gotten up from his sleep. She loved to offer herself completely to her man and be subject to all his lust and kink as he had his way with her. Finally after roughly fucking her face for a good couple of minutes, Mushtaq conceded his sperm deep into purva's mouth. "Randi abhi mat le andar", he said carefully getting his dick out making sure not to drop any sperm. He then said. "Moonh khol randi", and gargled a thick globule of spit from his stomach and spit it into his whore's mouth. As purva happily smiled to Mushtaq's perverted actions, he said "Bass, ab purva pee jaa", he said with utmost lust as he continued to feel up her huge jugs. As she swallowed her morning cum and spit from her husband, purva looked all satisfied and happy, as she bore a happy smile on her face. Mushtaq then perverted pulled her closed to him still not dislodging her from her knelt down submissive position and picked the glass of water and proceeded to make her drink it. He then gave her a deep and rough kiss on her lips and then slapped her face hard on her right cheek. "Meri randi, bohot kamaal ki cheez hai tu", he said as he looked at the docile lovely sexpot in front of him. purva smiled seductively all happy about making up with her husband. She could stand being away from his love for so long and the kinky morning ritual that they followed every day helped the couple get back on terms. She indeed loved that she was able to make his husband happy as he treated her so nastily and roughly, like a cheap roadside prostitute, but just that it was even way cheaper.

She then gathered her words and said, "Mushtaq ji, main aap se raandnaach k baare me baat karna chahti hu", still with her hands behind her back in her knelt down position.

Mushtaq thoughtfully said, "thik h randi", he said as he helped her to get on her feet and made her sit beside him on the bed.