Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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Purva gets ready for the morning face-off with the slum women

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Finally after what seemed like a long time to Purva, she opened her eyes. She was still on the floor with her legs shameless exposing her bald pussy for anyone to see or feel. She considered the possibility of any one else other than her hubby feeling her pussy when she was asleep, but she doubted it, given that Mushtaq probably wouldn’t warrant it. As she opened her eyes, Abdul was the first one to notice and passed a smile to her and averted his eyes nonchalantly to her exposed pussy. It seemed like he was showing off that he did not care how she felt about him knowing her most private part, but Purva didn’t really mind. She had just allowed them to see from inches distance, her most private activity as she was fingered to a thunderous orgasm by her loving husband. “Uth gayi bhabhi”, he shouted out as everyone turned to look at Purva who was still lying on the floor.

“Kyun bhabhi, mazaa aaya tujhe? Mujhe lagta hai roj hi karte honge Mushtaq bhayya aap ko yeh”, said Javed smiling naughtily at her.

“Aye saale, chup kar…yeh meri biwi hai, mein isse kuch bhi karunga tere ko kya”, he playfully said to Javed and came up to Purva helping her to get up.

Of course, Purva was reeling from the intense orgasm she had a while earlier, and a short nap, even on the floor did make her feel better. Mushtaq then softly grabbed both her tits as he passionately kissed his wife. “Randi kaisa lag rha hai, bhosda ko dard toh nhi ho rha abhi?”, he asked her. “Nhi Mushtaq ji, achha lag rha hai…aap ka pyaar mujhe hamesha achha lagta hai, aur aaj pata nhi bohot pagal kar diya mujhe aap ne”, she said. “Haha, woh mujhe pata hai…tera bhosda alag hi kamaal ki cheez hai aur usko dekh k mein kuch bhi karne lag jata hu…chal ab tu uth ja…1 baj gaye hai, thoda sab k liye khaana bana le”. “Arre re, bohot late ho gya, mein abhi chali khaana banane”. Saying so, Purva got up and proceeded to the kitchen area to make all of them some lunch. The gang were still at it, and they made sure to check out Purva’s naked torso from her behind. She was looking extremely erotic as she walked away from them completely exhibiting her ass to all the hungry and lustful men, tying up her hair. It was something that was heavenly the guys thought as they all smiled to each other.

As Purva made lunch, the guys once again went over their final plan while making sure to check out Purva’s naked private parts as she cooked. After a while, Purva served all the guys lunch still naked and oily. The way she subserviently worked in front of them not caring to cover her naked ripeness made all the men tight in their pants. It was something that too kinky and erotic as she nonchalantly moved her and there all naked for them to see, to serve them lunch. Purva of course knew her naked body was being lusted at from all sides, and she enjoyed it thoroughly. She felt like she only existed for them to enjoy her in her most primal form, and the fact that all the men were completely clothed, while she was buck naked made her even more hot inside. She was definitely an exhibitionist and the humiliation of being made to work for them wearing nothing at all turned her on immensely.

After lunch, Javed went over their plan. He had specifically made efforts to make Purva understand the whole thing so that there would be no mishaps. So, the final plans was Purva would like today, go to the milk booth all naked. But before that, early enough in the morning, Javed, Abdul and Zakir would take their places in 3 different spots around the milk booth inconspicuous enough to be not noticed by the slum women. They would each of 3 different cameras with them. Once Purva would appear in the milk booth naked, the slum women would definitely debase her which the 3 guys would completely film on their cameras from their respective positions. They would then make a video out of the 3 videos that would best show the slum women’s humiliation of Purva, which they would then show to the slum’s sarpanch. It was them up to him how he would punish them for such violent acts on the part of the slum women.

“Bhabhi, tujhe kal bohot maar-peeth khana hoga…woh log kuch bhi kar sakte hai….par mein fir se bol rha hu tu kahin mat bhaagna, wahi rehna aur maar khana, nhi toh video nhi bann payega”, said Javed to Purva.

“Thik h Javed ji, uska tension aap mat lo…aap video sahi se nikaalna bass…mera fikar mat karna, jab tumhe lagta hai ki video ban gaya tum log nikal jao sarpanch k ghar…mein maar khane k liye tayaar hu”.

“Haan bhabhi…hum log wahan se nikal jayenge jaldi aur video bana ke dikha denge sarpanch ko…aap yeh maan k chalo ki unko band bajayenge hum aur bass aap ko kuch der tak unka maar-peeth sehna hoga”, said Javed.

Once that the plan was agreed on, they went over it once again while taking care of some pitfalls. It was already 4 pm by then and Sajid suggested that they would leave now and come back later at night as the plan was to be initiated from Mushtaq’s house. All the men hugged Mushtaq and purva as they freely touched and groped her boobs. Zakir seemed to take a special liking to Purva’s ass as he grabbed both her ass-cheeks much to her embarrassment, as they all bid farewell to meet later in the night.

Sajid urged Mushtaq to massage Purva’s nude body once again before the night to prepare her for the morning. They would have enough time till morning for the oil on her body to dry up, given that the oil was a cheap one that was made locally in the slums. After the guys left, Purva and Mushtaq spent a romantic time on the bed kissing each other. Of course, they missed each other’s touch with the guys in their house all day, so the couple had sex on the bed as soon as they left. Mushtaq of course thoughtfully did not slap her face or boobs as he usually did during their fuck sessions as Purva would have to go through a lot of it tomorrow by the slum women. So he fucked her pussy while resorting to just spitting on her face with love. The couple then slept on the bed after their fuck session as usual with Purva’s titties completely in Mushtaq’s palms.

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The couple then woke up late in the evening. Mushtaq hadn’t heard from Sajid or Javed, but the couple expected them soon in their house. Mushtaq then asked Purva to lie down on the floor and he massaged his wife. It seemed that he had now controlled himself off his lust so as to not roughly deal with her nude wife’s body. He seemed to be tensed himself as what was going to happen to his dear wife tomorrow. Noticing his behavior, Purva pulled his hubby lovingly close to her and said, “Mushtaq ji aap tension le rahe ho kya mere liye?”.

“Arre randi, tension nhi le rha…par mujhe darr ho rha hai woh besharam auratein tere saath kal kya karenge”.

Purva, moved with her husband’s compassion and care for her, lovingly kissed him on his lips.

“Arre Mushtaq ji, aap ne hi bola na mujhe, ki darrna nhi hai…mein nhi darr rhi hu aur aap bhi mat darro…karne do unhe jo karna mere saath, par video me sab record karenge javed aur unke dost aur hum unka badla lenge”, she said. Mushtaq seemed to be convinced and happy again as the couple shared another passionate kiss. Purva loved how primal their kisses were. She was a ripe 31 yr old and her husband was an old 65 yr old who used to fuck whores. But their love for each other was filled with lust and understanding. It definitely made her feel so much better every time she was kissed so passionately and roughly by her hubby.

After a while the other guys too joined them in their house. They all laughed about having planned out everything in detail. Abdul urged Javed and Sajid to put on Purva and Mushtaq’s marriage video that the others had seen the other day. So during dinner time, as Purva served them hot and tasty dinner, the guys had a wonderful time watching the video. Of course, they were more interested in the nude whore that was roaming about shamelessly in front of them to serve them dinner, but the wedding video too did not fail to make for an entertaining watch. They particularly re winded the part where Purva had danced solo in her transparent burkha with her boobs and ass jiggling all over the place, multiple times much to Purva's embarrassment. Abdul and Zakir who were watching the video for the first time, and who also weren’t present in the wedding either, particularly enjoyed the obscenity Purva had shamelessly exhibited during her marriage, in front of all. “Bhabhi yeh jitni baar bhi dekho, mann nhi bharta…humare saamne abhi aap puri nangi ho, iss liye thoda thik h, warna mein aap ke iss nanga naach ko pura din dekhta”, said Abdul laughingly. Javed playfully tapped him on his head. Purva of course enjoyed being the center of attraction as the men boldly commented on her in crude ways.

“Bina kapde ke ek baar aise naach lo na bhabhi, bohot mazaa aayega”, said Zakir, much to the delight of the men. “Saale, woh nhi, jaada bolega toh tereko nachaunga nanga bana ke sab k saame”, said Mushtaq, playfully rebuking him for his bold words to his wife. The laughter and fun continued for a while like that, as the night started to settle in. All of them were aware that they had a major task at hand tomorrow, and they had to of course get up early for their plan to succeed. So after once again going over their plan for tomorrow, they settled in for the night. Purva, Mushtaq and Sajid slept on the bed with Purva to the corner. And the rest of the guys settled on the floor.

Purva let Mushtaq feel her up as he grabbed her boobs in his hands as he liked to do when they slept together. Mushtaq kissed her on her cheeks lovingly as Purva ducked in closer to her husband for his love. She loved to be all nude and stick close to him for him to feel all of her as he wished and she thought about what was going to happen tomorrow. She was still a little oily from the massage, but it was going to dry up by morning. Hoping for their plan to succeed, she drifted to sleep.

 

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Purva is completely degraded by the slum women

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“Bhabhi, bhabhi…uth ja time ho gya hai”. Purva sleepily looked at Javed who are staring over her. “Utho bhabhi, 5:45 ho gya hai…hum jaa rahe hai milk booth pe…tu bhi uth ja…late na ho jaye tujhe“. Purva woke up and stretched herself on the bed. Javed, Zakir and Abdul were all awake as they had to head to the milk booth and place themselves in the decided locations with their cameras before the milk booth would open. Javed lovingly pulled Purva’s cheeks and used both his hands to massage her titties. “Aise karne se tujhe jaldi hosh aayegi neend se”, he said winking at her. Purva playfully slapped at his hands as Abdul and Zakir shared a laugh too.

“Bhabhi, abhi hum log nikalte hai…tu thik 7 baje aa jana milk booth pe aise hi, puri nangi…tu dikhte hi hum log video on kar denge aur teri puri maar-peeth record karenge, thik?”

“Haan Javed, thik h”.

“Haan aur sunn, tu aaj maar khane wali hai gandi wali…parr yeh yaad rakh ki hum unse badla lenge…tu jitna jaada maar khayegi, humare liye utna sahi hai, samjhi?”

Purva nodded thoughtfully at his words.

After about 15 mins. the 3 guys left to take their stances at the milk booth. Purva, anxious from what’s going to happen nervously paced around in the house, trying to maintain her calmness between the snores of Mushtaq and Sajid. They were both sound asleep comfortably on the bed. For a moment, she thought of waking up her husband to seek some moral support, but decided not to do it. She didn’t want to disturb her husband who was sleeping peacefully and agitate him with her nervousness. It was certainly a big moment for all of them she thought. She did her chores and to compose herself, did the dishes from yesterday’s dinner. Finally, correctly at 5 to 7 AM, she opened the door to the streets. She took a deep long breath and stepped out. It was something that she had never faced and the whole experience was making her stomach churn inside. She was definitely going to be debased and treated badly by the slum women, she knew it. But this was what she had accepted to take as a challenge. Like the men told her before, she had to endure the treatment knowing that they would together, show the slum women their rightful place after the video of her humiliation would be recorded and shown to the sarpanch. She quietly closed the door behind her, and greeted a few old men who passed by everyday during that time. With the milk can in her hand, she nervously made her way to the milk booth, with not a single thread on her body, all naked.

As Purva walked on the streets naked, she could feel the air on her tits and pussy. Somehow, earlier she only felt delight when she roamed shameless naked on the streets for all to see. She enjoyed exhibiting herself to all the lusty men around her would whistle and make comments on her nude private parts. They were doing so even today, but today she wasn’t enjoying it all that much given the situation. She was apprehensive as to how the slum women would debase her at the milk booth. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was beating fast as she saw the group of huddled in the queue to get their milk. From a distance, she could sense that the women had seen her approaching the booth naked again. They started murmuring to each other and like yesterday a group of women angrily walked towards her to confront her. In no time, a group of about 10 women were all around her. “Randi kitni besharam randi hai tu…aaj bhi nangi aa gyi…kal tujhe itna maar-peeth kiya, fir bhi tujhe sharam nhi aayi?”, a woman whom she hadn’t really seen till now in their confrontations said.

Purva just stood there silent. She knew that if she said anything, it would only turn against her and enrage the slum women even more. She decided to take all the humiliation silently, whatever they had in store for her. “Aaj iss loudi ki iss ki ijjat dikhati hai…zarida tu jaake sab ko bula yahan pe…aaj isko jooton se marenge pakad ke…randi kahin ki”, said another woman. As Purva stood there all naked and scared, the woman continued to verbally assault her before a woman tightly slapped at her face a couple of times. “Isko kitna bhi maaro sharam hi nhi aati…maar kha legi lekin yeh randibaazi nhi rokegi…loudi kahin ki”, she shouted at her. “Isko aise nhi, isko yaad dialo sab log ki yeh aurat hi nhi hai”, saying so another woman came up to her and spit right into her face roughly slapping her left and right on her face and her hanging boobs. As more and more women joined in on the debasement, they started to kick her, slap her and spit on her. A couple of women removed the slippers they had on, and started to cheaply hit them with her. Purva now started to have tears in her eyes, but she was still resolute on the mission. She couldn’t notice Javed and his gang around, but she was sure they were recording all of this in their cameras. The women started to slap her with their cheap slippers on her face and on her boobs, as she was made to forcefully sit on the ground to take the humiliation. More and more women joined in as the intensity of the humiliation increased rapidly. She was being treated like trash right in the middle of the street as groups of men and women lined up to witness Purva’s humiliation. Sultana came into the picture, but she was so disgusted at Purva that she simply did not say anything. She slapped her face left and right and then roughly twisted both of Purva’s ears who was now helplessly lying on the muddy ground. She said, “aaj toh tu gayi randi…aaj tujhe chakka banake bhejenge yahan se…”. Saying so she spit on her face and slapped her once again.

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The debasement of Purva continued uninterrupted as woman after woman treated her as they thought she rightly deserved. Her private parts weren’t spared either as sultana asked a woman to spread both her legs. Sultana then proceeded to slap Purva’s vagina with her slippers as other women continued to kick her and spit on her. By now she was this stinking piece of mess as her entire body was covered in rough marks indicative of the humiliation, and the spit from all of the women. Sultana then proceeded to gather mud from the ground on her hands and in one quick motion dumped it all over Purva. Dadi maa, who was there too by now, was standing at a distance and seeing all this. “Hai raam, yeh aurat kya hai…iska koi ijjat nhi hai kya”, she said in disbelief. Of course, she had no plans to stop Purva’s rough treatment at the women’s hands this time, and she gladly let them do anything and everything to her as if she rightfully deserved it. Seeing Sultana, other women too started to gather the dirty mud on the ground and throw them at Purva in disgust, all the while muttering insults and curses on her. “Randi ko dikhao ki yeh ek kutti hai, iska koi ijjat nhi hai…loudi”, a women shouting before sharply slapping on her face. Sultana seemed to go crazy as she impatiently circled around Purva kicking at her, slapping her and spitting on her. She didn’t seem to think it was enough anytime soon. She said, “iska dhyaan rakho, mein abhi aati hu” and left the scene temporarily.

As the debasement continued, Purva was completely helpless as none wished to come to her rescue. She was on the ground as now all the women circled around her and hurled abuses at her, continuously spitting and kicking her all over her body. After a while Sultana returned with what seemed like a sickle that was used by farmers to cut the grass. She came up to her and declared to everyone, “ab dekho iska ijjat kaise khatam karungi“, she loudly said as she did the unthinkable. Spitting on her face a couple of times, she proceeded to use the sickle to cut off Purva’s hair as she wished in an obscene way as the entire crowd of women laughed in amusement at the creativity of Sultana. “Sahi hai, randi ka purva baal udha de…loudi ko iske baad lage ki yeh aurat nhi hai…”, said one of the women. Sultana continued to plow at her hair with the sickle as masses of her hair feel off on the ground. Finally she left Purva looking like a cheap roadside whore with the hair uneven on her head. Purva continued to cry as the women laughed at the sight of Purva, which she knew was quite obscene. Her entire body from her head to her toes was now slithered with mud and stuck to her body obscenely due to the huge masses of spit the women had deposited on her. One of the women exclaimed, “dekh iske kaksh me kitne baal hai, yeh toh hum bhi saaf karte hai, isko dekh nangi ghumti hai itne itne baal lagake“, she said as she disgustedly came forward and spit on Purva. The debasement continued for some more time as they made fun of her and hurled insults at her for walking around shamelessly nude in front of the entire slums. “Aise besharam rehni k liye iske saath aise hi karni chahiye”, one of the women said.

After a while, the women, much to the happiness of Purva seemed to be satisfied with the debasement they had done to Purva. Slowly the women started to get back to the line to get their milk as if nothing had happened. Sultana pulled her by her remaining hair roughly, and said “tu jab bhi aise nangi aayegi yahan pe, tere saath yeh hi hoga. Samjhi randi ki aulaad?, samjhi?”, she shouted at her pulling her hair. Purva squealed in pain and nodded her head, completely humiliated. “Ab jaa tere mard k paas, bol ki woh tujhe ghar me hi rakhe. Bol usko ki tujhe control me rakhe…chahiye toh din raat chudna usse, parr aise sadak me humare saamne nangi dikhegi toh tera yahi haal kar denge hum, samjhi bhooki raand?”, she shook her once again and slapped at her face. Saying so, Sultana fled the scene with disgust. The rest of the women too spit and slapped her one last time before heading to the line at the milk booth.

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The humiliation that Purva was subjected to was nothing the citizens of the slum had ever witnessed. As they left her completely broken on the muddy ground all covered in spit, slaps and mud, Purva continued to lie there for a while sobbing in humiliation. She could see that people, both men and some women were around her still staring at her. She was sure that some even perversely loved the way she was subjected to such demeaning treatment right in the middle of the street early in the morning. By now, she was completely broken, and the humiliation continued to haunt her as people seemed to take a liking to see her in such a state. She could not see Javed or his gang around, and she hoped that they were busy in making the video. She so desperately wanted to get back at these slum women who had insulted, ridiculed and debased her in front of everyone. After lying on the ground helplessly for a while, she finally gained her strength and proceeded to make her way back to her house. She was limping with pain and crying with the pain and humiliation that she was made to endure by the slum women. On her way back, she got disgusting looks on her appearance by men and women alike. Her hair was cut unevenly and the way she looked with spit and mud all over her definitely justified the cheap look on their faces, she thought. She could hear the females in the couples that passed her angrily comment on her to their husbands as to how cheap and nasty a whore she was for being given such a treatment. Some women, who were staring at her spit right in front of her as Purva caught their stares. The men of course were amused at such a perverted sight. All of them knew Purva’s background and the fact that she was Mushtaq’s whore for 30 days, and the look that presented Purva was something that perversely made them beam with lust and pleasure. “Arre rehne do randi ko…iska baat mat karo tum bass…usko jo karna hai karne do”, she heard a man saying to her husband, while he lusted at her exposed and damaged private parts without his wife’s notice.

With all her courage and strength, Purva finally made it to the house. Mushtaq and Sajid were of course waiting for her to come back after her humiliation was over. They immediately opened the door when Purva knocked and the looks on their faces told purva how shocked they were. “Baap re randi, yeh kya kya kar liya tere saath, aaja andar jaldi”, said Mushtaq and pulled her by her hand and closed the door. Sajid was shocked too and said, “bhabhi yeh bohot ganda kar liya unhone tere saath, tera baal bhi kaat diya”, he exclaimed.

Purva was still sobbing on account of the ordeal, but she refrained from touching Mushtaq given how dirty she was on account of all the spit and mud. Sajid said, “Javed aur uska crew abhi video bana rhi hai unke studio me, tu ek kaam karr, abhi aise hi reh taaki jab sarpanch sahab aayenge unhe dikhe ki tere saath yeh kya hua”. Saying so, Sajid made her squat on the floor at the corner. Purva was of course yet to get out of the inertia of the humiliation and she obeyed Sajid’s instructions. She squat down on the ground obscenely showing her damaged and destroyed pussy, still sobbing. Mushtaq and Sajid sat on the bed, as Mushtaq tried to console her verbally. Of course, they had expected Purva to be roughed up and treated like scum, but the sight in front of them was too much to bear. It was now up to Javed and his gang to do their job of making the video and show it to the sarpanch to get back at the slum women. Purva still seemed to need some time to say just anything as Sajid called up Javed to ask them their progress on the video. Now, it all depended on how they executed.

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Purva's misery deepens with the sarpanch's visit

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At their studio, Javed, Abdul and Zakir were quickly working on editing the video. They had to inform the sarpanch about Purva’s humiliation first-hand to have the best effect on him. “Bhayya, randi ka pura haal kharab kar diya sahi mein”, said Zakir who was editing his part of the video. “Haan yaar, pura bezzati kar diya ganda wala iskaa”, said Javed looking at the video. “Parr sahi hai…itna kuch karne k baad woh log ab nhi bachenge“, he said thoughtfully. It was obvious that they were turned on watching Purva’s humiliation in person and now in the video. It was not unknown that all the men in the slums had very perverted kinks, and they all knew that among them they loved to see Purva getting humiliated in such an obscene and cheap way. But of course, they were concerned for her. “Baal bhi kaat diya iss Sultana ne bhabhi ka…aur fir yeh dekho kitni kharab tareeke se usse jooton se mara hai”, said Zakir as the 3 of them watched the part where Purva was getting humiliated by sultana, who was beating Purva left and right all over her body with her dirty slippers. “Haan, woh toh hai…bhabhi kal bol toh rahi thi ki sultana isse sabse jaada maar-peeth karti hai…aaj toh usko isne chhoda hi nhi”, said Javed. “Ab chhodo baad me dekhenge video, abhi humko pehle video banake sarpanch k paas jana padega, Sajid bhai ka call bhi aaya hai…randi ghar pahunchi hai aur uska halat kharab hai…jaldi se jaldi sarpanch sahab ko yeh video dikhana hoga“, said Javed as the crew worked with focus for the next half hour to put together their best video so that Purva’s degradation would be rightly captured.

Back at Mushtaq’s place, Sajid, Musthaq and Purva waited for Javed and his crew to come back with good news. Javed had said that they were making the video and then they would take it to the sarpanch’s place to show it to them. Purva still seemed broken as she squat on the floor so as to not dirty the house as Mushtaq and Sajid made small talk with her to encourage her. She was still sobbing quietly, still preferring not to talk. Mushtaq did feel like taking his wife in his arms, but she was looking too dirty and clumsy and so he let her be.

Finally after what seemed like a long time, Javed and his crew came to Mushtaq’s house. Javed said that they had put together the video and went to the sarpanch’s house to show it to him. The sarpanch, on listening to the issue, said that he could not watch such an obscene video at his home as he lived with his family, so he said that he would be coming over to Mushtaq’s place in a while, where he would also get the chance to look at Purva in person and judge the situation himself. Javed instructed Purva, “bhabhi jab sarpanch saheb aate hai…tu unke saamne kuch mat bol…jaise tu baithi hai, waise hi baithe reh, sab kuch hum log baat karenge, samjhi?”. Purva nooded in agreement. “Aur haan, aise hi taang khol k baithna taaki unhe dikhe k woh auraton ne tera bhosda ka bhi maar-peeth kiya, aur aise hi thoda thoda rote rehna unke saamne”, he told her. Sajid said, “bhabhi jab woh aate hai unke pair padna, unhe achha lagega”. Purva nodded.

Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed rehearsed a few questions and answers that would have to be ready with for the sarpanch, and in another half-hour the sarpanch had come to their house. The sarpanch was basically the head of the slums who dealt with the local issues and policies in the slums. He was in-charge of the welfare and development of the slums and every year, the people of the slums elected a new sarpanch. The cadre of people who were eligible to become the sarpanch were the higher working class in the slums, some of whom even owned small properties in the city. The current sarpanch Mr. Hussain was known to be a man of very good morals and ethics, as he had shown in solving some disputes in the slums. He was huge in size and seemed like he had spent time working out in his youth. He had a very scary demeanor to himself, which Purva thought he carried well. He had a very dark complexion, and had a large beard which went along with his rugged look as the sarpanch.

As soon as Mr. Hussain came into their house, Purva still squatting moved like a duck and touched his feet, without standing up, as instructed by Sajid. “Haan haan thik h, dur ja ab”, he indifferently said to Purva. He then looked at her with cheap disgust appearing on his face. There was no doubt that the gorgeous damsel was now looking completely obscene and nasty with all the mud and spit. Moreover, her unevenly cut hair that almost looked bald on her definitely made her look even dirty and cheap. Mushtaq then came up to Mr. Hussain and after seating him on their cot, he proceeded, “dekho sahen wob auraton ne meri biwi ka kya halat banaya”, he said.

“Arre yaar Musthaq, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe unn auraton k baare me pata hai na toh iss randi ko aise bahar nanga bhejne ka kya jarooorat hai, tu bata? ghar me jo karna hai kar iske saath, par bahar sadak pe…aur woh bhi agar mard log hai toh iska bhosda chucche dekh k khush honge, auraton k saamne kyun bheja tu ne?”

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Javed interjected, “arre saheb, ab yeh ek randi hai, aur usse pura nanga rehna sadak pe pasand hai tu yeh ghoomti hai aise…toh unn auraton ka kya dikkat hai, aap batao?“

“Arre yaar Javed, tu mera baat kabhi nhi samjhta yaar…tujhe kya lagta hai mujhe aise raand ko nanga dekhne me mazaa nhi aata? Ab iski ijjat nhi hai…tum logon ne sab mil ke loot liya, par unn auraton ka ijjat hai. Tujhe pata hai abhi bhi Mushtaq ka garage k bare mein chu chu chalta rehta hai unke side se. Ab tum logon ne yeh sab macha diya iss randi k saath”, saying that he passed a cheap look at Purva.

“Arre saheb aise thodi na, garage se sab ka bhala hota hai…unn randiyon ka aur humara sab ka…kya unhe nhi pata ki unn paison me mein kuch me panchayat ko bhi daan karta hu?“, asked Mushtaq.

“Arre Mushtaq unhe sab pata hai…par agar abhi woh log yeh cheez leke agar security officer k paas jaate hai, toh hum kuch nhi kar sakte hai…woh log aayenge toh iss randi ko le jayenge aur din bhar chodenge isse…samajh aa rha hai me kya bol rha hu?“, he asked sharply.

Mushtaq said, “ji, parr yeh agar apni mann se bina kapde ghumna chahti hai, toh aise thodi na maar-peeth kar lenge woh log sab k saamne…dekho iska bhosda…”, saying so he signaled Purva with his eyes to spread her legs wider to show her pussy to Mr. Hussain, “…aise thodi dusri aurat ka bhosda maar lenge woh”.

“Arre Mushtaq, me mana nhi kar rha hu….jo tere randi k saath hua, woh galat hi hua, par hum iss cheez ko leke jaada aage nhi pahunch sakte hai. unke pass security officer ka bahana hamesha rahega. Ek kaam karo pehle video toh dikhao tum log, dekhenge kya ho sakta hai“.

“Haan ji, Abdul jara video ka cd laga”, Javed said.

The whole video was played and all of them watched the video. Indeed, the humiliation of Purva by the slum women was quite rough. Purva was now getting embarrassed to the core as she was humiliatingly made to squat on the floor in front of them in such a dirty nude avatar with her legs spread wide for all of them to have a good view of her disturbed pussy, while they all sat on the bed. She could not deny the fact that all the men derived perverted pleasure out of viewing the video, as they seemed to share their kinks. Her humiliation was definitely turned them on, as Mr. Hussain purposely asked them to rewind specific parts of the video that he certainly found arousing. Mr. Hussain of course was enjoying watching the ultimate humiliation of the urban whore, but of course he feigned concern for the poor slut. He of course had his own share of perverted desires, and this video was definitely a keeper he thought to himself. He could not believe how the gorgeous nude shameless damsel and the beginning of the video was turned to such a disgusting looking low-life roadside slut by the slum women. Finally, Purva’s embarrassment of having to watch the video of her own humiliation in such an obscene posture in front of all the men finally came to an end.

“Dekha Hussain ji, kya kaand hua humari randi k saath…aise thodi na karte hai”, said Javed earnestly.

“Hmm. Dekh Javed, mujhe unn auraton se bhi ek baar baat karna hoga…aur mujhe lagta hai yeh maamla thoda serious hai. Aur isko humne agar sahi se deal nhi kiya toh woh log kuch bhi karenge, aur fir tum logon ka saara lote pote bahar aayega. Mein ek kaam karta hu, mein unke yahan jaake unse bhi baat karta hu, aur fir shaam ko panchayat rakhunga. tab tak tum ek kaam karo….iss randi ko aise hi halat me rakho. jab panchayat me sab log isse aise halat me dekhenge, toh sab ko samajh me aayega isske saath kya hua…aur tumhe kuch faayda hoga”.

Javed said, “thik h Hussain ji, kya hum isse nanga hi laye?“

“Haan nanga lao koi baat nhi, par ise bolna ki iska bhosda aur doodh haath se chupa le, aur isko tumhare saath hi rakhna nhi toh woh auratein wapas isse maar denge bechari ko”, said Mr. Hussain.

Javed joined his hands at Mr. Hussain and said “thik h saheb, hum aise nanga hi layenge panchayat pe, parr aap dekh lo ki humare liye nyaypoorvak nirnay ho aap k taraf se“.

“Koshish toh wahi hoga Javed, tum tension mat lena, randi ka khyaal rakhna, mein time batata hu unse bhi baat kar ke”.

As he was about to leave, Mushtaq signalled to Purva who quickly again scrawled to Mr. Hussain’s feet and touched them as a mark of respect. Mr. Hussain condescendingly laughed at her actions and said, “randi ka ijjat khatam kar liya par anushasan sahi se kiya hai”. Saying so, he left the house.

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Once he left, the guys started to talk all at once. “Arre yaar, saala aise kaise ho sakta hai ki woh auratein security officer k paas jayenge…yeh aadmi bhi fattu hai saala”, said Sajid.

“Haan yaar, iski unn auraton se bohot fathti hai, ab pata nhi kya karega”, said Javed.

“Koi nhi, dekhte hai kya hoga… yaar hum log na ek kaam karte hai…Abdul aur Zakir tum log na aas paas padoson ke yahan jaao aur saare mard ko bolo ki randi k saath itna ghor hua hai…aur unhe bolo ki woh log aake dekh bhi sakte hai chahe toh ise.…isse sab ko pata chalega randi k saath kya hua hai…yahan isko ko aise hi bithayenge aur hum batayenge ki unn sab ka humara saath chahiye hoga panchayat k samay sahi nirnay k liye, kya bolte ho tum log?”, said Mushtaq.

Purva couldn’t believe this was all happening. Mushtaq, her own husband was now proposing that he bring all the males around in their neighborhood to see Purva in that state. It would be extremely humiliating, not that she hadn’t seen humiliation before, but this was going to be too much. She was still in her squatting position with her pussy showing out obscenely with her nude body all covered in mud and spit. Now the spit had seemed to dry up, and she looked plastered with mud, all the while stinking with filth. Now that even her hair was cut in a weird way, she was sure she looked like a trashy ridiculous slut. Now, if more men were to come to their house and see purva in that state, it would increase her embarrassment and humiliation multi-fold. She suspected even Mushtaq was satisfying his kink in exhibiting his humiliated wife to one and all, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was anyway going to be taken to the evening’s panchayat in that state all trashy and naked to be witnessed by one and all. So she might as well get used to it, she thought. It wasn’t something she could argue with them anyway, and she felt too away from reality to do so.

Javed and Sajid of course liked the idea. They were of course now aroused with how Purva was looking. It had all begun as a way to take revenge on the slum women, and the main motive was still that, but they were secretly enjoying the humiliation of Purva, as she looked like a helpless whore in such a ridiculous state.

“Haan Mushtaq bhayya, yeh achha idea hai…isse hum logon ko fayda hoga ki panchayat me yeh log humare saath denge”, said Javed as all of them seemed to agree. It seemed like no one really cared about Purva’s opinion as they sent out Zakir and Abdul to talk to the neighbours. Purva could not believe what was happening to her, and what started as a fun thing of going around naked to make others happy, had brought her to down to a sleazy worthless whore. Now, it was a matter of time that everyone in the slums know of how cheaply and sleazily she was treated by the nasty slum women. She continued to sit there in the crouched squat position as the men talked among themselves on further course of action.

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In a while, men from the surrounding neighborhoods started to pour in to Mushtaq’s house to catch the perverted sight of Purva. Mushtaq again commanded Purva to touch each of the men’s feet as a mark of respect to them. So as of the men entered the house, Purva slouched in her squatted position to touch their feet. The act was no doubt extremely humiliating for her, but strangely though, she beginning to get wet in her pussy. She realized that she was actually getting turned on with the nasty humiliation that she was being subjected to.

“Bhabhi, yeh hai Ismahel, inka dusre taraf road ke kone me ek saloon hai (bhabhi, this is Ismahel and he has a saloon at the end of the road on the other side)”, said Sajid.

Ismahel looked at Purva with lust in his eyes. There was no doubt that all the men loved to see the urban slut degraded down so low. The glint in his eyes showed how aroused he was looking at Purva and her ripe body parts. “Tch tch, iska toh pura kharabi kar diya bhai un auraton ne (Tch tch, looks like those women have completely destroyed her)“, said Ismahel with mock condolence. “Haan yaar, pura ijjat nikaal diya sab k saame (Yes man, women completely stripped her of any respect right in front of everyone)”, said Javed.

More and more men started to pour in, and Purva became more and more turned on with the situation. She had recently explored the exhibitionist side in her, but it seemed like her kink too reached greater depths now. She loved how humiliated she was in front of all the men, who talked to Mushtaq and Sajid in front of her, feigning concern for her. “Koi ni bhabhi, hum tere saath hai, tera bhala hoga, tu tension mat le (don't worry bhabhi, we are with you, justice will happen to you)”, said a man who did not mind staring at her exposed pussy while talking to her. Purva who was now feeling energetic with the new found kink in her, joined her hands and muttered, “saheb aap jaroor aana panchayat pe aur mera saath dena (sir, you should definitely make it to the panchayat and stand by us for justice)“, she said, as if playing along in the game of humiliating her deeper and deeper. “Jaroor bhabhi, khyaal rakhna tu (sure bhabhi, take care of urself)”, said the man, as he gave one last look at her ripe nude obscene body and left.

The next couple of hours continued in that fashion as men from the slums kept visiting Mushtaq’s house to see the messed up whore. Purva was by now leaking juices from her pussy, but perversely enough she refrained from touching her vagina. She loved how nasty it would look in her squatted position with her nude body covered in mud and red marks with the pussy showing obscenely to anyone who wanted to see. Guys too definitely noticed the juices in her pussy and the joy showed up on their faces when they realized that this cheap whore was indeed enjoying the nasty scenario she was made to go through.

Finally, it was time for the panchayat meeting. The entire slum was informed of the panchayat by a young lad who cycled through the slums announcing of the meeting. By now, all of them had come to know what was done to Purva and it was openly known to all of them, particularly among the men circle that Purva was going to appear naked with all the humiliation showing on her. It was certainly a sight to see, and people of all age and genders gathered in, on the wonderful perverted spectacle they were going to witness. The panchayat was held at the local convention center under a banyan tree where the proceedings usually took place. Some of the women, who held no particular opinion in the matter, who did not care of Purva roaming around without clothes stayed back, while the slum women who were mainly instrumental in administering the humiliation on Purva made it for sure. Of course, all the men did not miss the chance to see the urban slut shamed in public so they all made it. So even before the meeting time, many men had gathered at the spot to get themselves a good place to look at the nude whore.

Back at their place, Mushtaq and the others took a bath. Javed, Sajid, Abdul, Zakir and Mushtaq dressed themselves in good clothes as they did not want to appear bad in front of all in the panchayat meeting. Purva, of course was sleazy and dirty from the morning debasement. They had earlier decided with the sarpanch that she would be taken as is, fully nude to the panchayat so that all of the slum people could see her in real as to how badly she was roughed up. The 5 guys along with Purva then left their house for the panchayat. Purva walked in all her humiliation all naked from head to toe with her hair messed up as she looked like a trans whore with her hair unevenly parched on her head. Her bald pussy was still leaking juices now, given that her sense of arousal was heightened dramatically with the humiliation. She had not really explored this side of the fetish, but now, she was turned on beyond measure as she walked with the group of men all naked on the streets. Of course, once at the panchayat, she would be subject to everyone’s lust in her humiliating avatar.

As they walked, more and more men joined them as if supporting Purva in her quest to beat the slum women. Like the other men, they all reasoned that Purva is just a whore and nothing more, so she should be allowed to roam around naked on the streets as well. After all, why would a whore want to hide her private parts in front of others was their justification. As she walked on the road all naked, Mushtaq asked her to cover her pussy and boobs with her hands as instructed by the sarpanch in the morning. Purva did as she was told as she silently walked along as the men talked about the possible judgement scenarios.

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When they reached the convention center, Purva was amazed looking at the crowd. Apparently, all the men made it to the panchayat, who hungrily clapped, commented and whistled as Purva appeared in their sight at the spot. Purva tried to remain calm and even feigned a little modesty and sadness in front of the crowd. She was surprised and even a little apprehensive of her sexual goals, as she was getting really turned on at being humiliated in front of all and sundry, the cheap slum crowd. On the other side stood the slum women, who on seeing her shouted out loud, “chii, randi kahin ki, ab bhi bina kapde pahunch gayi, iska koi kuch nhi kar sakta… (chhii, even now this whore is here without any clothes at all, she has no shame or self-respect at all.)”

The sarpanch was seated in front of the crowd with Sultana, and 4 other women on one side. As they reached the spot Mr. Hussain asked Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed to stand on the other side. He then said to Purva, “Randi, tu iss panchayat ka kaaran hai, tujhe yahan sab k saamne khada rehna hoga mere bagal me (Slut, you are the reason for this panchayat to take place, so you should stand here in front of everyone beside me.)”. He pointed Purva to his side where she was supposed to stand facing the crowd.

The sarpanch banged his gavel on his table, and declared “panchayat abhi shuru hone wali hai…jitni der yeh panchayat chalni wali hai, janab se koi kuch nhi bolega mera sawal k bina. yahan pe bass yeh log (pointing to sultana) aur yeh log (pointing to Mushtaq) bol sakte hai… (the panchayat is now going to start. as long as this meeting happens, no one from the crowd is allowed to talk, just listen. Only these people, pointing at Sultana and these people, pointing at Mushtaq can talk)”. He then turned to Purva and said, “kyun ki yeh panchayat ka kaaran hai, yeh kuch nhi bol sakti (Since you are the reason for this panchayat you are not allowed to talk at all) ". Purva unable to contain the hotness of the situation just hung her head low to avoid looking at the crowd. She knew that all of their lustful gazes would be scrutinizing every inch of her nakedness and the fact that she was openly naked for all to see in such a dirty avatar made her go crazy. Soon the panchayat was underway.

“Sultana, tum ne iss randi ko itna maar-peeth aur niraadar kyun ki sadak pe? (Sultana, why did you degrade this whore on the streets like that?)“

“Sarpanch saheb, hum log aurat hai, aur humara sab ka ijjat hai. Yeh randi jab pehle din ek burkha pehn k aayi thi milk booth pe jisme iska saara badan dikh rha tha, humne isse bola tha ki aise nanga ghoomna sahi baat nhi hai. Humne pyaar se isse samjhaya ki yeh bhi ek aurat hai aur aise sab k saamne bina kapde ghumna aurat ki baat nhi hoti…par yeh besharam randi kahin ki…agle do din aise hi nangi aane lagi…toh hume yeh sab karna pada

(Sarpanch sir, we are women and we all have self-respect. But this whore, the first day she came to the milk booth in just a transparent burkha and her entire body was completely visible. Then we told her that it's not good to roam around like this showing off all your assets. We politely made her understand that she is also a woman, even though a whore and she should not roam around like that without clothes and is not expected from a woman. But this shameless whore appeared without any clothes at all for the next two days, so we had to teach her a lesson.)
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“Hmmm. Par maar-peeth karne ki kya jaroorat thi…aaj toh tumne iska baal bhi kaat liya (Hmm, but what's the necessity of beating her? you even cut her hair for good.)”

“Bhaisahab, chadh gayi thi hume…kya kare. hum gareeb hai, parr ijjat ke auratein hai…humare saaath humare bachhe aate hai yahan pe aur inn sab k saamne agar yeh besharam raand aise nangi ghumegi toh unpe kya asar padega? hume laga ki iska maar-peeth karke isko thik kare par yeh humare soch se jaada hi besharam nikli

(Sir, we were tried now, what to do. We maybe poor but we certainly are not without self-respect. We bring our children with us to the milk booth and if this whore comes there naked, what effect will it have on them? so we thought berating and humiliating her in front of her would teach her a lesson, but she seems to be a whore out of proportions)
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“Hmm, thik h. Mushtaq, ab tum batao, yeh tumhari raand hai na? (Hmm, fair enough. Mushtaq, she is your whore right?)”

“Haan ji (yes sir)”

“Tumne apni raand ko aise sadak pe nanga kyun bheja hai? (Why did you send your whore out on to the streets all naked?)”

“Arre saheb, meri randi ko nanga ghumna aur sab ko apna maal dikhana pasand hai…toh meine usko aise jaane me mana nhi kiya. pehle din bhi isne apna burkha pehna tha jisme isne mere saath shaadi kari. ab ghar me yeh har waqt nangi hi rehti hai mere saamne, toh meine socha ki ab randi hai toh kapde pehnna achha nhi lagta hai. par pehle din hi yeh auraton ne iska maar-peeth kiya. Toh agle din k liye meine isse bola ki tu nangi hi chala ja, aur bol ki tera mann hai aise ghoomne ka. Par uss din yeh auraton ne meri randi ka bohot maar-peeth kar liya aur yeh rote hue aayi

(Sir, my whore here loves to roam around naked showing off her assets to everyone. on the first day when she wore the burkha, and she was rebuked by these women. In my house she is always naked in front of me, so i thought after all she is a whore, and she would not like to wear any clothes, so i suggested her to go to the milk booth the next all naked. but these women completely roughed my whore and she came back crying. )
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“Hmm. Dekho, bahar nanga ghumna matlab aise thodi ki kahin bhi nanga chala jao”, said Mr. Hussain. “Maanta hu ki yeh besharam raand hai, par aise ijaat wale logon k saamne thodi bhejega apni randi ko sadak pe (Hm. see, roaming naked on the streets doesn't mean you can out like that anywhere at anytime, right? I agree that she is a shameless whore, but she cannot roam around like that in front of people who have self-respect.)”.

“Thik h saheb, yeh meri galti hai…parr aise thodi niraadar kar lenge yeh log mere biwi ko (ok sir, that's my mistake, but what right do these women have in humiliating my whore?)”, said Mushtaq.

One of the women interjected, “Dekho Mushtaq saheb, hum aap ka bohot ijjat karte hai…aur aap hume koi nuksaan nhi pahunchaya. Issi liye hum ne aap ka garage ke maamle me bhi kuch nhi bola hai. Parr ab yeh raand apna bhosda aur gaand pura dikha ke humaare saamne chalegi toh hum nhi seh sakte hai…hum waise bhi pareshaan hai ki humare mard log iska bhosda chahte hai, aur agar yeh aise nangi ghoomti rahegi, toh humse nhi ho payega”.

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The crowd was intently listening to the conversation. It seemed like they were really enjoying the talk about Purva as she was openly referred to as a shameless whore. Purva still stood there with her head hung low. It was certainly embarrassing and humiliating to her, as she stood there with the people talking about her not even acknowledging her presence. But again, it was making her really horny too. Her new found fetish for humiliation was making her feel really guilty but at the same time, it was making her damp in her loins. The panchayat continued.

Mr. Hussain said, “tum dono k baaton me galat bhi hai aur sach bhi hai. Tum log yeh bolte ho ki randi ko nanga rehna pasand hai, toh yeh aise hi rahegi, aur tum log bolte ho ko isse aise nanga avatar me dekhna nhi hai”.

Both the parties nodded in agreement.

“Thik h, toh iss maamle me mein ek nirnay lene wala hu. Aaj se yeh raand kuch kuch jagah nangi reh sakti hai, aur kuch kuch jagah isko kapde pehna hoga. Yeh kapde kam se kam iska bhosda, chuche aur gaand ko chupana padega. kya yeh nirnay aap dono se manjoor hai?”, said the sarpanch.

Again, both the parties nodded in agreement.

“Toh aaj se yeh randi milk booth, market aur joh humara mastanpur park hai, wahan pe kabhi bhi nangi nhi jaa sakti. Baaki jagah kahin bhi yeh randi puri nangi ghoom sakti hai lekin uska bhi ek time hoga. Mera nirnay yeh hai ki, dopahar ko 2 baje se le kar shaam ko 6 baje tak aur fir raat ko 9 baje se leke subah 5 baje tak yeh baaki jagah puri nangi ghoom sakti hai. Iske alawa yeh apni talaab k paas nangi nahan sakti hai koi time pe. Ek aur baat, 2 se 6 aur raat ko 9 se 5 ke time bhi agar isse koi aurat iske saamne dikhti hai, toh isko apne chucche aur bhosda ko haath se chupana hoga, aur isse aise hi rehna hoga jab tak woh aurat wahan se nikle. Ab bolo yeh nirnay mera manjoor hai aap dono ko?”

Both the parties discussed with each other. Of course, Purva had no say in the matter, and it was up to Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed to argue if anything against this judgement by the panchayat. By the looks of it, it seemed like the guys had agreed to the judgement.

“Saheb hume iske saath kuch aur bhi chahiye, hum chahe ki woh aap ek baar sune”, said Sultana.

“Hum iska maar-peeth aage se nhi karenge agar yeh randi aapke aadesh k hisaab se chalti hai, parr hum chahe ki yeh maane ki yeh ek neech aurat hai”.

Mr. Hussain looked confused. “Neech aurat matlab? kya karna hoga isse?”, he asked her.

“Saheb hum ijjat wale hai aur yeh bina ijjat wali hai…toh isko humesha humara ijjat rakhna hoga. Hum chahte hai ki yeh hume sab ko memsaheb karke bulaye chahe yeh humse badi na ho, kyun ki yeh neech hai”.

“Hmm. Kya Mushtaq yeh sharath unke taraf se aap ko manjoor hai?”

Mushtaq, Javed and Sajid discussed on this before telling their decision. Of course, it wasn’t really a big deal, and to them, it seemed better that they would be able to appease the women if they accepted this benign proposal. Finally, they decided to agree.

“Haan ji, hume yeh manjoor hai…purva hamesha inko memsaheb bulayegi”.

The women crowd arose in applause, and so did the men crowd who had no stake on the matter as such.

Javed then raised his hand.

“Haan bolo Javed”.

“Ji, humara bhi ek sharath hai”.

“Bolo kya hai”.

“Aaj se salim garage k paise bass humare honge…aaj tak hum garage k kamayi se kuch paise hum panchayat ko dete hai jisse gaav me sab ka bhala hota hai, par hum ab woh rokna chahte hai…”.

“Hum tum log abhi tumhare 20% paise panchayat ko dete ho, aur ab tum log bol rahe ho ki yeh paise rok doge. Isse gaav ke kharch badhenge”, said Mr. Hussain. “Kya yeh sharath aap ke liye manjoor hai?”, he asked turning to Sultana’s side.

“Saheb ji, yeh hume manjoor hai, par ispe humara bhi ek sharath hai, aur agar yeh unke liye manjoor hai toh iss wala sharath hume bhi manjoor hai”.

“Thik h, bolo kya sharath hai”.

“Sarpanch saheb, aap ko pata hai hum logon ko paise kamane k liye kitna kaam karna hota hai…aur subah subah toh bohot kaam hota hai…issliye hum chahte hai ki yeh raand humare ghar me doodh beeche har subah kapde pehn ke…chahe woh milk booth pe nangi ho jaaye. Isse hume bohot time milega, kyun ki har roj kam se kam aadha se pona ghanta issi me chala jaata hai, line me khade hone me”.

“Hmmm, yeh mujhe thik lag rha hai”, said the sarpanch. He turned to Mushtaq and others and asked them, “tum iss k liye manjoor ho? yeh randi subah inke ghar jaake doodh bechegi aur aapas me tum logon ko garage ke paise dene ki jaroorat nhi hai”.

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Purva couldn’t believe what she was getting into. She was actually going to be treated lower in status than these slum women, and she if this pact was reached, she would have to serve them milk at their houses everyday in the morning. It was obviously degrading for Purva and the slum women wanted just that. Of course, Purva was sure that the deal was indeed lucrative for Mushtaq and his friends. Mushtaq had once told her that they got quite a lot of money from the garage business, and that to appease the slum women who were against the decision of setting up a whorehouse, they had to pay some of the money to the local panchayat for the welfare of the slums. Now, they could keep that money too and it only required her to deliver milk to them in the morning. It was of course very cunning on the Sultana’s part to come up with such a request. She obviously wanted to degrade her.

Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed again thought long and hard, and finally agreed on this proposal too. “Thik h, hume manjoor hai”.

Mr. Hussain was no happy that it was going smooth. He had expected a face-off with these parties, but he was glad that they could reach a truce soon. “Badhiya. Toh kal se yeh raand roj milk booth jayegi, doodh leke saare auraton k ghar jayegi aur unhe ghar me doodh bechegi. Iske liye randi ko koi paise nhi milenge kyun ki Mushtaq ko garage ke paise se mufti mili hai. Iss kaam k liye panchayat k taraf se isse ek purana cycle diya jayega. Kyun ki ab baaki ijjat ke auratein wahan nhi aayenge doodh lene, randi yahan pe nanga ho sakti hai. Parr aadesh hai ki yeh rakhe ki unke ghar kapde pehn k hi jaaye“.

Purva was flabbergasted. Never would have she thought that she was going to be made to do such demeaning tasks. Here she was in the slums in the most low-class way and she was going to deliver milk to the citizens of the slum who regarded her as a neech. Things were definitely not turning out how she had expected, and she regretted getting into this whole thing. The women were definitely getting the better of her. Sultana, was happy deep inside, as by now she had developed a special place for Purva in her heart. She wanted to humiliate her and the look she presented in front of them all, made her get angry with disgust. She was now succeeding at making this whore as worthless as she could possibly be. She wanted to show her that she is after all a whore, and she was beneath her in social status.

By now, everyone in the crowd were happy at the judgement being delivered there. It seemed like all of them including her own husband and his friends were on the same page as each of them seemed satisfied with the judgement. Both the genders loved how humiliating it would be for Purva. She was nothing made an urban slut turned into a low-life for the slums and it turned them all on immensely.

After a few more exchanges, the meeting seemed to be finally ending. Mr. Hussain, as the sarpanch was the sole decision-taker and as the sarpanch he had the right to spell out his own decisions. Of course, he was no less man, as Purva had rightly recognized. He too derived perverted sexual pleasure in humiliating a gori urban memsaab like Purva to nothing but a piece of low-class sex object. So he declared, “Gaav ke mahilayon ko aadesh hai ki aap ke jo bhi puraane aur faltu kapde honge, woh aap iss neech k liye daan kare. Aaj se humare Kabul chowk k paas ek tokri lagi hogi, aap log aap k puraane kapde usme daal sakte ho. Panchayat ka koi aadmi unn kapdo ko Ghafur chacha ke darzi pe leke jayega aur jaise yeh randi chahe unko waise silwaya jayega. Randi ki har ek kapde ke liye Ghafur chacha ko 5 rupayee diya jayega”. From a distance Ghafur chacha got up and clapped in happiness. Of course, it was known in the slums that the Ghafur chacha’s business was dying down, and this way he would be provided better means to uplift his tailoring shop.

“Thik h, panchayat khatam ho chuki hai. Javed aur Sultana tum log yahan rukna…baaki log jaa sakte ho yahan se. Aane k liye dhanywaad”, declared Mr. Hussain.

Purva was obviously stunned at how the things had worked out. She was certainly upset at the judgement and all of the rules seem to highlight the fact that she will be treated as the lowest level of human in the slums going further. As Mushtaq and purva walked back to their house, she refrained from saying a word. Mushtaq knew what was going through her mind, so he said, “kya hua randi, gussa ho rahi ho kya?”. purva just nodded her head in denial and continued to walk, covering her pussy and boobs with her hands. “Mein ghar jaake saabun se nahaungi”, she said not refraining from sounding pissed off. “Haan randi bilkul naha lena achhe se”. Though she was still covered in filth and looked all dirty and clumsy, he held her by the waist. He knew that the judgement from the panchayat wasn’t really in their favour but there was not much they could do. Of course, they could have refrained from getting into the whole thing, but that was that. He let Purva stay by herself after entering the house as she preferred to remain silent. It was evident that she was certainly feeling very humiliated to have to do all of what was decided as a low-life for the women. Mushtaq silently switched on the tv and watched it without saying a word, as Purva went into the bathroom to cleanse herself of all the filth, the first time since her marriage that her husband allowed her to have a bath.

 

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Purva gets ready for her first day

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Purva took a good long half hour to take a bath and cleanse herself of all the filth. Given that she also did not take a bath or even washed herself properly with water with all of the nasty things that Mushtaq used to do with her, she of course needed to scrub herself thoroughly.

Purva was still definitely turned on. It felt strange to her and she almost hated herself for being like this. What was wrong with her. She was going to be used a next-to-nothing slum worker, the lowest grade of human and that too for serving the slum women. The humiliation that she was going to be made to endure from tomorrow was something she could never imagine she would come to get aroused by. However, she found herself strangely liking the feeling of being commanded by and used as a low-life servant by the slum people. She then realized that she was really getting attached to the humiliation aspect of it all, but then she was actually angry with Mushtaq, Javed and Sajid for not fighting for her cause. They told her that they would win after making the video, but then the judgement clearly was biased towards the slum women, for whatever reason. She felt that Mushtaq and his friends should have at least shown a little more intent in the mission. But they did not deny any of the judgements that belittled their whore.

After washing herself thoroughly, Purva felt fresh after a long time. Her body was now the usual white sexy thing she was used to. She came out of the bathroom purposely ignoring Mushtaq’s lustful look at her. She opened the door, hung the towel and came back inside all naked. To Mushtaq, the new look of his wife was surprisingly turning him on. Her short, unevenly cut hair looked funnily hot on her as she roamed around naked feigning anger. She was of course still pissed, but she did not want to concede to her hubby until he came up to her. Her body was still sore from all the beatings that she was given by the slum women in the morning. All of that and the freshness of his wife made her look like a milf sexpot. Mushtaq knew that purva would eventually concede so he too continued playing. Disappointed at Mushtaq’s ignorance, Purva purposely bent herself to pick plates exposing her gorgeous behind and her peek-a-boo pussy to him to lust at. She knew that Mushtaq would be staring at her private parts although he acted as if he was just watching the tv.

Purva then settled to make dinner for the night. She sat on the floor as usual, to cook dinner as beads of sweat started to form on her body. Mushtaq who was used to sight of his shameless wife sit like a man all naked, could not contain his lust for his wife and now was staring directly at her exposed body. Purva resisted the urge to let out a smile as she knew where Mushtaq’s gaze was directed at. Calmly, she spread her legs wider for her man to enjoy her privates as she maintained that pose to cut the vegetables for dinner still not looking up at him. Finally after half-hour the couple were glaring with sexual lust. Normally but this time of the day, Mushtaq would have had his way with Purva, but today it wasn’t possible. It lingered in both their minds that they were soon going to have very rough and passionate sex. Purva specifically was sure that once she conceded, she would be roughly fucked by her husband.

Back at the panchayat place, Mr. Hussain was left with Sultana and Javed. He had some specific set of instructions to both of them. After Sultana left, he talked to Javed in person.

“Yaar Javed, maine utna kiya jitna mein kar sakta hu, ab inn auraton ko bhi khush rakhna jaroori hai, nhi toh humare liye dikkat hogi baad me..”

“Haan ji mein samajh gaya woh, koi baat nhi…”, said Javed.

“Yaar kal k liye randi pe ek dress mein dekhna chahta hu”, said Mr. Hussain.

Of course, Purva would be delivering milk to his place too.

“Kaunsa dress saheb?”, asked Javed, noticing his lust for Purva.

“Meine Sultana ko abhi bola ki uska ek koi purana langa aur blouse de…woh abhi leke aane wali hai…usse mein leke Ghafur chacha ke yahan jaake personally banwaunga. Par tujhe uss dress ko Mushtaq k yahan dena hoga”.

“Ji saheb, kyu nhi”.

Mr. Hussain and Javed had some more friendly talk and before leaving, he called out to Javed and said, “yaar tum woh randi ka video ek CD banake mujhe de na…mein baad mein kabhi dekhunga”, he said with a wink. Javed smiled at Mr. Hussain knowing his intentions. He wanted to once again watch Purva’s humiliation in the hands of the slum women. “Ji, zaroor, salaam aaleykum”, said Javed and left.

Later Sultana had returned with an old piece of used lehnga and blouse that she wore as part of another dress. It certainly seemed very old and Mr. Hussain knew that it was probably even tight for Purva given how busty she was. He of course, loved the amount of flesh Purva had where it mattered, and at the age of 31 she looked like a sexy milk. Making Sultana leave, he made his way to Ghafur chacha’s tailoring shop. Imagining Purva in that tight outfit with her milk tankers barely able to be contained, Mr. Hussain could not help but get an erection. One of his many fetishes was to see a milk woman in tiny clothes, all sleazy and exposed, and this was exactly what he had in store for her. This was going to be fun he thought.

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Back at Mushtaq’s place, Purva had finished preparing the dinner. She got up and served the dinner in the hot plate to Mushtaq. “Lijiye”, she said not bothering to look up at him, feigning anger. Mushtaq silently took the plate from her hands, and as she turned to go away, he pulled her into his lap. He put his arms around her boobs and started to lick her neck. “Meri randi ko mere upar gussa aaya?“, he asked playfully while roughly massaging her boobs. “Chhodo abhi mujhe mood nhi hai Mushtaq ji”, said Purva still adamant. Of course, deep inside she was enjoying his lust for her. Mushtaq then stuck two of his fingers deep inside her pussy and said “mood kaise nhi hai, tera bhosda toh ek dum garam ho gayi hai randi”, he said. While she was still seated on his lap, Mushtaq held her by her waist with one hand, and opened her legs with the other. He then inserted his fingers in her love pot again and started to roughly finger fuck her. Purva’s face funnily enough changed from that of a wife feigning adamant anger to that of a lusty horny whore. In no time, Purva could not contain the familiar heavenly feeling she was used to as she put her arms around her husband seeking his lust.

Mushtaq then made her sleep on the bed and he then proceeded to insert his cock in his wife’s tight pussy. “Aaaah, meri randi aaj tere andar gaya hi nahi, par abhi kitna sahi lag rha hai, mein bata nhi sakta”, he said as he fucked her rough. He roughly held her boobs in his hands and began pinching her tits with lust. Purva was by now feeling really euphoric and was delighted with the sudden change of gears. She pulled her hubby closer to her for a passionate lip kiss as the couple made love on the bed with their tongues nibbling like snakes. Mushtaq was of course overcome with lust. No doubt the whole incident definitely turned him on as much as it bothered him. Seeing his wife being subjected to such demeaning humiliation did wonders to his kinks as he found himself unable to satisfy himself. The new avatar of his wife was just too much to endure. Her short hair looked funny on her, but sure enough she oozed a different sense of sexuality in such a state. The couple made love to each other for a long time as Mushtaq slapped her ass and boobs as he wished. He felt proud that this whore who would turn on men in all sorts of nasty ways throughout the day would only be his to fuck. And fuck her, he did with all his lust. “Randi tere ko mein kabhi nhi jaane dunga, tu meri hai, tu meri randi hai”, he began to slap and roughly nibble at her tits before exploding deep in her belly, “Aaaah……”, he shouted as he pulled Purva close to him by her hair and spit on her face continuously. Such was his lust for her. Finally, after the fuck, the couple remained poised on the bed as Mushtaq grabbed Purva’s giant boobs in his hands. She was completely his forever, and he could do anything he wanted to do with her. The couple then had small talk as both of them had their dinner. Purva was of course tired from all the morning’s proceedings. She was treated pretty roughly and her sore boobs and face was a testament to that. Right after dinner, Purva fell asleep in Mushtaq’s arms as he watched tv with his wife’s boobs tightly cupped in his hands.

As Purva was asleep, someone was at the door. Mushtaq opened the door to see Javed who was holding a couple of tiny old clothes. “Kya hai yeh?”, asked Mushtaq. “Yeh sarpanch saheb ne diya, Sultana k purane faltu kapde se bani hai…bhabhi ko kal doodh dene jaane k liye…yeh kapde dekh ke aap bohot khsuh ho jaoge Mushtaq bhai”, he exclaimed. Mushtaq asked Javed to come in and he was pleasantly greeted by Purva’s naked figure lying on the bed. “So gyi hai kya randi?”, he said lustily looking at her exposed body. “Haan ek baar chudai bhi le liya hai”, said Mushtaq and they both shared a friendly laugh.

Mushtaq then saw the dress in detail, and it made him go hard in his pants. The dress was just a short makeshift skirt that was evidently made from a lehnga. As a result it seemed to have a very wide base which would show of all of Purva’s ass and pussy if she sat down. The cloth of course, looked beaten down to nothing as it looked quite worn off. The blouse seemed to be heavily experimented with from the original blouse, as it was cut into a sleeveless blouse in a very uneven way. It was obvious that Karim was the one behind this piece of art, he funnily thought. The blouse was also very tight, and it was obvious because Sultana was a thin woman. Mushtaq wasn’t sure if Purva’s huge jugs would be contained in this tight little blouse. The blouse was also cut across at her back to show enough of her back, where it was essentially just reduced to a small strip. The highlight of the blouse was the deep cut that was tailored into a seemingly harmless blouse. The cut was so deep that it ended on just a small juncture at her the base of the blouse. It was definitely a very sexy way of architecting a blouse for all perverts to lust.

Mushtaq exclaimed, “Arre yaar yeh to randi k liye bohot chhota ho jayega, iske babbe dikh jayenge bohot jaada“.

“Haan bhayya, maine yehi bola…aur meine yeh kaha ki agar isme kuch aur dikh jayega toh woh auratein wapas halla macha denge iska nangapan leke, par sarpanch saab ne bola ki isme iski babbe toh dikhenge, par chuche bach jayenge, to randi ko yeh hi pehnwana kal subah”.

“Hmm, sala woh bhi randi k peeche bohot tharka gaya hai”, said Mushtaq with a laugh.

“Haan woh toh hai…aap ka kya scene hai? bhabhi pareshaan hui kya?”

“Haan thoda garam thi kuch der tak, parr baad me chudai kar liya aur sab thik h”, said Mushtaq.

“Haha, sahi hai…mazee lo, kal se iska naya zindagi shuru hone wala hai”, Javed said and left his house.

Mushtaq once again looked at the two pieces of cloth and wondered how sexy Purva would look in them. It was something that he would have to see tomorrow. Purva was supposed to go to deliver the milk tomorrow at 7, but before that she had to take care of the logistics. So she was instructed to wake up at 6 and go to the milk booth for further instructions. Mushtaq set an alarm at 6 in the morning and went to sleep with his wife’s boobs tightly in his palms as he swayed his legs and body all over her nude torso.

Most men aren’t this lucky, he thought smiling to himself and tightening his grip on his wife boobs, and fell asleep.

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Purva begins her first day as the doodhwali for the slum people

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“Randi, oye randi, uth jaa time ho gya hai doodh bechne jaana hai tujhe, uth randi”, Mushtaq barked at Purva who was still sound asleep. Purva was obviously tired from yesterday's tiresome day where she was treated roughly by the slum women. Yesterday was a pivotal day in the history of the Maztanpur slums. Purva a rich decent urban woman who was Mushtaq’s randi for a period of 30 days was ruled by the panchayat to become a working women of the lowest cadre for the slum women. She was supposed to deliver milk to each woman's household every morning hereon. Her initiation had begun. Today was her first day as a neech, a colloquial term that Sultana used for her to denote that her social status was lower than the self-respected women of the slum. Yesterday in the panchayat, Sultana claimed that Purva being a shameless whore would be lower in status than them, and thus she would be a neech, and that she would have to call the self-respected women of the slum as memsaab even of they were younger than Purva. Purva was rebuked for having gone naked to the milk booth the last couple of days. Yesterday Purva was brutally humiliated by the slum women for appearing naked shamelessly on the streets and a hearing was announced by the sarpanch. A panchayat meeting was setup and the verdict decided that purva would have to deliver milk to the women of the slums every day in the morning, among other things.

It was already 6:15 am and Purva had to be present at the milk booth at 6. Mushtaq was concerned that his dear wife would have to face humiliating consequences again in case she was late. Purva was still on the bed fast asleep with her hands and legs spread wide shamelessly. Of course before falling asleep, her husband had fucked her in and out as per his needs. Mushtaq paused for a moment to lust at the sexpot in front of him. He kissed on his wife’s dear pussy and spit on it a couple of times. He then gave her a sharp slap on her sorry cunt, as Purva squealed in pain from the tinge on her vagina. “Arre randi uth ja yaar…aaj tujhe jana hoga doodh bechne”. He then proceeded to slap gently on her boobs and purva finally got up. “Kya hua Mushtaq ji, kitna time hua?”. “Arre meri raand, jaldi uth, aaj tujhe jana hai milk booth pe...late hogi toh wapas teri gaand maarenge”. Purva suddenly opened her eyes and got up in an instant. She didn’t want to be late on her duty her first day itself. “Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi time hai na? sorry mein bohot neend me thi“, she said. Mushtaq lovingly grabbed her breasts and squeezed both her nipples in between his fingers. “Haan, tension mat le sasti raand, abhi time hai…tu uth, aur yeh le tera dress”.

Purva saw the dress and jumped in excitement. Of course, she loved to wear such tight revealing clothes, but this one seemed just too hot. “Arre waah, Mushtaq ji, yeh dress kahan se mila?“, she asked Mushtaq. “Kal sarpanch sahab ne tere liye banwaya, achha hai?”. “Ohh, haan bohot sexy lag rha hai ji, bass yeh kapda bohot purana lag rha hai…”, she said. Of course the cloth was worn out and cheap. The material of the skirt was way thin and flimsy.

“Haan yaar, yeh to Sultana ka purana lehnga aur blouse hai, usne tere liye daan diya hai, aur sarpanch saheb ne tere liye aise silwaya Ghafur chacha k yahan”.

Purva’s face turned from joy to discomfort. So, after all it was just part of the humiliation. She was being made to wear an extremely revealing outfit to please everyone with her body that was tailored from Sultana’s old clothes. It bothered her a little bit to be wearing her rival’s old useless clothes, but right now she didn’t have time to think about it. She could not afford to be late on her first day itself.

“Soch mat randi, ab yeh pehn…isme tu toh ek dum maalraand lagegi”, saying so he kissed her passionately on the lips and licked her face with lust. Mushtaq then sat on the bed as his sexy wife tried to fit herself in the tiny clothes.

The skirt wasn’t a challenge really. It would still be tight for her at the hips, but it would certainly be manageable. The problem would be her blouse. It was actually a bra for all practical purposes and a very insufficient one at that. As Mushtaq had noted yesterday, it had a very deep and wide cut at the front that only connected way down at the base and the way Karim tailored it wasn’t really impressive. Purva managed to put it on her but it was indeed too tight for her and her boobs were being shown all over the place. Her boobs were obscenely jutting out and a part of her underboobs were also visible. Mushtaq couldn’t believe how sexy she was looking in such a randy blouse.

Purva, while adjusting her blouse to best cover her huge titties said, “Arre Mushtaq ji, isme bohot dikh rha hai mere stann, chalega kya?“.

“Arre kyun nhi chalega raand, tu nangi nhi hai na, aur itna toh kam se kam dikhayegi tu, hai ki nhi? Ab jaada soch mat aur nikal milk booth pe…wahan pe Kabul intezaar kar rha hoga tere liye…”, he said as he hurriedly sent off Purva on her first day of her job.

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On her way to her first day of work, Purva was greeted by all the men. Of course, now it was publicly known that Purva would be delivering milk in sleazy outfits to all the slum women after it was decided yesterday in the panchayat meeting. The men were extremely pleased to have Purva showing plenty of skin. For a moment, they were skeptical that she would cover up due to the decision ruled by the panchayat, but of course, they knew how big a slut Purva was. “Arre waah doodhwali, bohot kiraak lag rhi hai…“, she heard from one of the guys. Another guy commented, “iska bra dekh loudi ki, lagta hai chuchhe se bechegi doodh…kitne bade hai iske”, said another guy as they laughed happily at the lustful sight that walked in front of them. Purva loved it when men spoke about her like that describing her assets in crude ways. Now, due to her recent discovery of her humiliation fetish, she began to enjoy it more than before too. She looked at the men and smiled, “Achha laga aap ko mera yeh dress?”. The men beamed with lust and said “Haan re, itna gora badan aur itni jhakaas dress mein ek dum raand lag rhi hai, doodhwali”, they shouted out to her and continued to laugh happily. “Arre randi, kal se thoda make up bhi laga lena yaar, aur jhakaas maal lagegi tu”, one of the men said. “Thik h”, she replied with a friendly smile and continued walking to the milk booth.

The milk booth was of course completely empty today. Purva was instructed to meet the guy who owned the milk booth, his name was Kabul. As she walked up to him, she smiled at him as he completely lusted at her ripe nude body covered in such tiny clothes. “Assalam waleykum Kabul ji”, she said.

“Waah bhabhi, kya lag rhi hai tu itne chhoti si kapde me…tere ko nanga dekhne se jaada mazaa aise kapdo me dekhne me milta hai hume, pata hai tujhe?“, said Kabul suggestively looking at her whole body.

Purva seductively smiled at him and said, “Achha aisa kya?”

“Mujhe lagta hai tere babbe ki wajah se tera bra fat jayegi, itna chhota kapda me itne bade mamme kaise chup sakte hai”, he said, beaming with happiness.

“Arre Kabul ji, aise na hi bolo, mujhe tension aa jayega…agar sahi me aise fat gaya yeh toh woh aurat wapas mujhe maar-peeth kar denge”, she said with a concerned look.

“Arre bhabhi, aise kuch nhi hoga, mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…tu tension mat le…par haan tere babbe bahut bade hai aur woh iss chhoti si blouse me bohot badhiya dikhte hai“, he said with lust.

“Thank you Kabul ji”, she said shyly.

“Achha dekho, yeh lo tera cycle, ispe dono taraf do do doodh ke can hai, khul milake chaar. isme tujhe saare bhabhi k ghar doodh dena hoga…samjhi?“

“haan ji thik h”, she said.

“Aur agar thoda kam hua toh apna doodh bech dena”, he said with a wink.

Purva decided to play along, “thik h, par uske liye aap ko mujhe paise dene honge haan!”, she said with a playful smile.

“Achha thik h, ek kaam kar fir…tu pehle mujhe taste kara tere doodh, fir me rate bataunga tere doodh ka”, he said once again with a wink. Purva loved how the guy was flirting with her, and she found it really cute. Kabul was a guy who was probably in his 20s and had the look of a kid. She would really come to enjoy this playfulness with every morning she thought.

“Achha, thik h, abhi late ho rahi hu, toh wapas aake taste karaungi meri doodh aap ko, thik h?”, she said, this time with a wink herself.

“Haha, arre bhabhi mein toh mazaak kar rha tha…chal ab tu toh kaam p nikal, late ho jayega nhi toh. Yeh kaagaz lo, isme saare bhabhi ka ghar ka rasta banaya hai meine kal baith k taaki aap k liye aasan ho”, he said and handed her a piece of paper that had a drawn map of all their houses with the names of the women to whom she was supposed to deliver milk. It was indeed quite helpful as otherwise Purva wouldn’t have any way to figure that out.

“Arre yeh bohot achha bana hua hai Kabul, bohot dhanywaad”, she said. She then proceeded to give a peck on his cheek. “Lo yeh tumhare liye”, she said once again winking at him.

Kabul blushed at her kiss. “Arre yeh kis baat ki bhabhi, bohot dhanywaad tere ko ki roj subah aise darshan milega mujhe tera”, he said and suggestively gawked at her huge tits. Of course, the size of the bra made her boobs look spectacular. Her under-boob was a great finish to all the lust that she emanated from her breasts and no one was sure to miss such a busty figure roaming around in such a tiny bra.

Purva then proceeded to fill both the cans with milk. After doing so she hopped on to the cycle making sure that her skirt was completely under her ass, lest she show off all her behind to everyone. She then waved her hands to Kabul and said, “bye Kabul”.

She started to cycle, and realized the change in her life. She was now officially a doodhwali for the slum people. Her job was to make lives easier for them, so that they no longer had to wait in the queue. It was so erotic that her humiliation was carried out in such a way that it was beneficial to all the women in the slums, the same bunch of women who completely destroyed her and humiliated her the other day right in front of the milk booth. As she cycled the cool air of the morning was hitting at her exposed pussy. The skirt was flying up completely exposing her pussy, so she had to make sure she had one hand on her skirt. Purva was on time on her first day as the doodhwali for the slums.

 

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Purva's initiation in the slums involves more participation

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Purva was surprisingly genuinely happy with how the things had panned on her first day as the slum women’s doodhwali. She was relieved that the slum women did not show any hatred towards her, especially her rival Sultana. Apart from a few tongue in the cheek humiliating words, they were mostly friendly with her. Of course, her new name among the slum women ‘neecha’ did bother her a bit, but it was not something she was overly concerned about. However, one thing was sure, the slum women would not stop humiliating her, definitely not as much as the last 3 days, but yeah, she would be humiliated verbally as if to de-socialize her. It was a given thing for her. Also, the fact that the truce with the slum women was brought about by giving up Purva’s social status meant that all this was expected. Of course at least now, they could not rebuke her if she roamed about naked where she was permitted to, and that was enough for Purva.

After the small romantic exchange with the milkman Kabul, Purva walked back to her house with the milk can in her hand. She was definitely horny now and tired too, as it was her first day cycling through the village to deliver milk to the slum women households. At least, she got free milk now for doing all the labour and hard work. She was excited to tell her loving husband Mushtaq, that she hadn’t faced any rough and humiliating encounters on her first day, after all he was also concerned for his whore. After reaching her house, she closed the door, and disrobed herself out of the slutty bra and skirt that was stitched out of her rival, Sultana’s old useless clothes. Mushtaq was still asleep, so she didn’t wake him up. She warmed the milk in her usual naked avatar and got about doing the household stuff.

After a while, Mushtaq ji got up. Purva jumped in her strides and came hopping from the kitchen, after her husband’s familiar call, “aaja randi, uth gaya mein“.

“Aur randi, kaisa rha tumhara pehla din?”, he asked as Purva obediently got the tray of glasses with milk and water for their daily ritual.

“Arre Mushtaq ji, badhiya tha…sab aurat ne mere saath dosti kari, bohot khush ho gayi mein”, she said beaming with joy.

“Arre waah, badhiya sasti raand, dosti bhi bana liya tumne… Aaj kisi ne mara toh nhi tujhe?”

“Nhi nhi Mushtaq ji, koi maar-peeth nhi…sab achhe se baat kar rahe the…”. Of course, Purva did not want to bother her husband with the details of how the women designated her a new demeaning name of neecha and also how daadi maa had humiliatingly made her sit on the floor in her house and feed her leftover food. It wasn’t as bad after all, and she did not want to disturb her hubby’s mood. After all, it was the time for their daily ritual which both Purva and her kinky husband immensely enjoyed. Starting the day off with such a sensual and kinky activity greatly made both of them happy.

Soon, the ritual was done with Mushtaq as usual totally enjoying his slut wife’s private parts, while fucking her sorry mouth completely. Purva too of course took great pleasure in making her husband feel so blessed first thing in the morning by offering her mouth. Mushtaq too was happy that Purva did not face any rough consequences from the women, and the fact that she was happy with how the things went today, made him even more filled with lust for his wife. He had fucked her mouth extra rough today forgetting not to slap and spit on her face. Finally, Mushtaq came in Purva’s mouth, which she delightfully swallowed. It was certainly a nasty and kinky ritual. After the ritual, again the couple spent some time on the bed with Mushtaq enjoying his wife ripe nude body. He pinched her tits and fingered her bald pussy as he wished, after all it was his whore.

After a while, Mushtaq went to take a bath, as Purva resorted to preparing the breakfast and the day proceeded as usual. Mushtaq took very perverted pleasure in his wife’s new demeanor. Somehow, Purva’s hairdo was making her look very trashy and sorry, and given how Mushtaq liked to exhibit his wife in such nasty and gaudy ways, he loved her new look. He did feel a little guilty for enjoying it, as the look was brought about in the humiliation process by the slum women, but yeah, he couldn’t help it. The fact that her hair was uneven made her look even more slutty and trashy. In between the usual groping and fondling of Purva’s private parts, the couple completed their lunch and got to the bed for their first fuck session of the day. Mushtaq fucked her in their usual style, as he slept over Purva crushing her boobs to the hard mattress as he fucked his dear wife roughly. They then proceeded to take a nap, which was now becoming a schedule that Purva got used to. Mushtaq would tightly wrap his hands over her big sexy boobs with his legs completely entangling her torso. It was indeed the most unfiltered form of his love and lust for his whore wife.

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The evening too proceeded as usual. Purva prepared a glass of her hubby’s favorite rum and seated herself beside him with her head resting on his shoulders. Mushtaq made it a point to spread her legs wide so that he could have access to her pussy. He enjoyed his dear wife’s boobs and pussy as he wished. Of course, the rum made him tipsy and that meant he got horny too, so this was how they had set up this time of the evening. As Mushtaq consumed more liquor, he would begin to get rough with his wife, pinching her tits and pussy roughly. He would then go on to roughly kiss her lips, even biting them and spitting on her face. It was all something Purva had come to get used to and enjoy the past 5 days. It was surprising how just these 5 days in the slums with her husband had brought about so many experiences that Purva would cherish. The next day, Purva dutifully got up 5:45 am. It was her second day of her job as a doodhwali for the slum women. She wore the same slutty bra and skirt that was stitched off of Sultana’s old clothes and set off for the milk booth. After the usual sexy and romantic altercations with the milkman Kabul, she cycled her way to the slum women households to deliver the milk. Again, all the slum women greeted her in a friendly way, though not particularly respectful of the low-class slut and whore.

After delivering milk, Purva came back to the house and got herself naked again. She followed her schedule, that was indeed something really kinky. After the ritual and breakfast were done, the couple again spent some time on the bed watching tv. Just then a knock was heard on the door. It was the sarpanch, Mr. Hussain.

“Arre sarpanch saheb, aaiye aaiye”, greeted Mushtaq.

Purva immediately got off the bed in her naked avatar and dropped down to touch the sarpanch’s feet. “Pranaam sarpanch saheb“, she said. Mr. Hussain of course loved how docile and subservient this urban housewife turned into a roadside worker and whore behaved in front of him. Mr. Hussain touched her head with his hand and said, “pranaam randi…uth jao”. purva got up and gave him a polite smile as the sarpanch did not hide his lust at her nude ripe body. He took his time to look up and down at Purva’s nude avatar, which he relished in and out. Mushtaq then said, “Aa jao saheb, baitho“, as he directed the sarpanch to sit on the bed. “Randi saheb aur mere liye chai banake la”, he instructed Purva. Purva of course immediately complied and went about it as the sarpanch enjoyed the nude ass show that Purva shamelessly exhibited to both the perverted men.

Purva prepared the chai, as Mushtaq and Mr. Hussain revelled in some chatter. Mushtaq was of course a big shot in the slums and it seemed like even Mr. Hussain shared a special respectful bond with him. Of course, the purpose of the sarpanch’s visit wasn’t exactly to talk with Mushtaq. He wanted to see the nude whore at her house. He was of course jealous of how Mushtaq, this slum construction worker was enjoying a ripe housewife like Purva in his house, keeping her always nude and humiliating her as he wished. It was indeed a Mastanpur man’s wet dream, that was lived by Mushtaq. He knew that, given his stature, he could of course have some fun with the whore too, even though she was Mushtaq’s wife. So, when Purva came in to the living room with the tray of chai, he said “Aur randi, doodhwali ban ke kaisa lag rha hai?“, he said with a silly smile on his face as he feasted on Purva’s nude bald pussy. The fact that it was leaking juices meant that Purva was turned on at the moment. He of course knew how big a whore Purva was, and given how Mushtaq enjoyed her at his house, she would be always turned on, for sure. He knew that Purva loved exhibiting her nude self to everybody in the slums, and this encounter with the sarpanch would be no different. She shyly responded, “achha rha sarpanch sahab“, she said noticing how shamelessly he was gawking at her exposed private parts.

Purva stood in front of both the men, as they talked while drinking the chai. Of course, Purva was playing her role as a lust object by exhibiting her body for both of their viewing pleasure, as both of them would enjoy her ripe naked parts every now and then. Mr. Hussain, then grabbed the cover he had brought with him, and when he got the contents out, Purva beamed with joy. Mr. Hussain noticed how shamelessly excited Purva was as she saw the dress in his hands. This was one silly whore he thought. Mr. Hussain held the bottom in his left hand and the top in his right hand, as he enjoyed Purva’s shameless exhilaration at the costume. “Randi, yeh tere liye gift laya hu meine…kaisa laga?”, he asked her.

Purva still seemed speechless, but finally came back to her senses. Was it really going to be hers? Of course, who else would agree to wear such a slutty costume, she thought to herself.

“Sir ji, yeh toh bohot hi achha lag rha hai…”, she said still not able to contain her happiness.

“Chal abhi pehen k dikha mujhe”, said the sarpanch.

Even Mushtaq was surprised at the kink the dress presented. Of course, Mushtaq saw his wife nude all day, but this dress was going to look extra sexy on her.

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Purva took the two silly pieces of cloth from the sarpanch’s hands and put them on, and behold, the men’s boners tightened even more. There stood before them the sluttiest woman in the world. To describe the dress, the skirt was essentially just frills of an old cloth that were cut at regular intervals. In effect, the cloth stopped way above her thighs, probably just where her ass could be covered. But that too, showed plenty of her skin. The whole cloth was so pervertedly cut out with spaces in between that showed off Purva’s skin. However, at the front and back, the cloth was strategically retained a bit just enough to cover her pussy and ass crack. Of course, the skirt, if it could be called that, was so short like the previous one, that Purva had to sacrifice some amount of her ass crack at the top to avoid showing off her pussy and ass from behind. It felt like this was correct to her measurements, which meant that the cloth was indeed stitched by the tailor Karim himself, as he knew her measurements. Now coming to the top. It was another slut adornment in itself, for sure. The top was again, just a bra, but with minimal amount of cloth in it. It was, as Purva had rightly guessed, cut out of a tight blouse that was essentially reduced to just straps of cloth. At the front, the cloth was just an inch wide that ran over just her nipples, and the rest of the cloth just worked along with it to hold it in place. So it was basically a few 1 inch strips of cloth that intended to cover her nipples. Along her backside, the cloth was just a couple of strips that finally ended in a piece of cloth running around her. In effect, it was a blouse that was masterfully cut out to show off as much skin as possible, while trying to cover Purva’s tits. She was indeed quite impressed with how the old tattered piece of cloth was turned into this ravaging slut costume. If indeed, Karim had tailored this, Purva reckoned he did improve his skills drastically. Of course, he would sure give his best when it came to showing off the whore, she funnily thought.

“Yeh kapda gaav ke auraton ne daan diya hai, unme se Karim se kal banwaya tha meine”, said Mr. Hussain.

There was no doubt that the men were mesmerized by how whorish and slutty Purva looked in that costume, definitely.

Purva was of course extremely delighted. She loved wearing such trendy and slutty clothes, and this time, she didn’t really take offense that she was being made to wear clothes that were made off the slum women’s old and useless clothes. Again, the material was definitely trashy and old, something that was used as a makeshift wipe cloth or something, but that didn’t matter to her. She really felt herself so hot in that dress and she looked herself in the mirror.

“Thank you sarpanch saheb, yeh dress mujhe bohot pasand aa gya”, she said beaming with joy.

“Haha, randi mujhe pata tha tujhe yeh pasand aane wala hai…parr dhyaan rakhna, yeh pehn ke tu doodh bechne mat jaana…isme tera gaand dikh sakta hai…aur chucche bhi…toh unn aurat k saamne mat pehnna…samjhi?”

“Ji, thik h”, said Purva. Of course, she could still wear it anywhere outside. She wasn’t technically nude in that dress, so she figured she could wear this dress anywhere else anytime.

“Aur haan, tere liye ek aur dress silwaya meine…woh meine Kabul k paas de diya hai…woh tum kal pehn k jaa sakti ho doodh bechne…woh iss dress se thoda kam dikhayega tera raand badan ko“, said the sarpanch, with a wink.

Purva shyly nodded.

After the chai, the sarpanch saheb proceeded to leave the house. Purva was still dressed in her new slut costume when she dropped again to her feet to touch the sarpanch’s feet. Mr. Hussain could not contain his lust this time around, so he made her get up and proceeded to smooch her lips roughly. He then groped her ass from under the silly frills that tried to cover Purva’s beautiful rear and pinched her tits lightly. Purva smiled shyly to the sarpanch’s actions. She probably did not expect such a thing from the sarpanch, who mostly kept his hands to himself till now, but again, the first time, he had seen her in her damaged and filthy state, just after the final humiliation. So he was no different. In a way, it made her proud of herself, the fact that no man could keep his hands to himself in front of the whore Purva.

Mushtaq and Purva bid farewell to the sarpanch. After he closed the door, Mushtaq turned to his wife, and the look in his eyes, showed what was going to happen next. Of course, the whole thing had turned Mushtaq on, and Purva of course, was no less either. Mushtaq made his wife disrobe her slut attire and fucked her good on the bed. He carried on the usual rough activities on Purva’s body as he wished, slapping and spitting her. The whole activity lasted for about 10 mins. which ended in Mushtaq releasing his sperms inside Purva. He then proceeded to finger-fuck her roughly bringing his sexy slut to a thunderous orgasm, the first of the day.

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After lunch, the couple again spent some together time on the bed, as they talked about random things. Purva was excited about her new acquisition, the new slut costume and she was thinking about where she could wear it. She also could not wait to check out her new doodhwali outfit that Mr. Hussain and left with Kabul, the milkman. She funnily thought that Kabul must be furiously masturbating looking at the costume, probably fantasizing seeing Purva in that dress. Just then, Mushtaq received a call on his mobile.

“Haan, Rashid bhayya…mein badhiya hu…aap batao…achha…haan sab sahi hai. Haan hai na…haan jaroor free hai hum…bilkul bhayya kyun nhi aayenge, jaroor aayenge. 6 baje…thik hai…thik hai. salaam bhayya, bye”.

“Kaun hai Mushtaq ji”, purva asked while still getting fondled on her tits by her husband’s rough hands.

“Rashid bhayya…woh humare construction group ka main contractor hai…mera boss hi samajh lo, parr bohot close hai mere ko…mere dubai jaane k liye unhone mera bohot help kiya hai..”.

“Achha, kya bol rahe hai?”

“Woh hume aaj unke ghar bulaya hai raand, bol rahe the kuch discuss karna hai…aur hum dono ko dinner k liye invite kiya hai…tu chalegi na?”

“Haan haan chalungi Mushtaq ji…”

Just then, the same thing sprang up in both their minds.

“Par mein yeh naya dress pehn k aa sakti hu unke yahan?”, Purva asked hoping for a positive response.

Of course, Mushtaq instantly thought about it too. He wasn’t sure actually. He knew Rashid’s wife too and given they both were about 10 years elder to him, he didn’t want to be disrespectful and parade his whore wife in front of them in next to nothing outfits. Of course, the other costume that Purva had, was also nothing pristine, but this one was really whorish. He also considered the fact that they had two sons who were probably in their early twenties, so he wasn’t really sure if they would consider Purva strutting around in front of them in such a revealing slutty outfit, but of course, it made him horny thinking about it. He definitely loved how shameless Purva behaved in front of everyone, and showing herself off in this aggressively sexy outfit would do a lot to his kink of making her look like a shameless prostitute. Of course, there was no harm in asking Rashid if his wife could indeed wear something that showed a lot of skin in front of bhabhi and their lads. He shared that kind of a bond with him anyway, so he decided to bite the bullet.

“Ek baar pooch k dekhta hu”, he said to Purva. While still nonchalantly kneading her nipples, Mushtaq made the call.

“Rashid bhayya, mein yeh poochne phone kiya tha ki meri biwi thoda ashleel kapde pehn k aana chahti hai mere saath aap k yahan…kuch dikkat hogi kya aap ko ya bhabhi ko?”, he asked on the phone.

Purva too waited for the reply. She was hoping that she could wear it to their house. Fortunately, Mushtaq received a positive reply from Rashid as he signaled his wife with a thumbs up while still on the call. Purva got off the bed and jumped with delight. She sure, was a shameless slut. Her huge boobs were jumping up and down with her, as she seemed filled with joy.

“Haan bhayya, thik h…wahan tak duppatta pehna k lata hu aur ghar me utaar degi…thik h milte hai aap k ghar me…bye bhayya..”.

So it was decided. Purva was going to wear that slut of an outfit to Rashid bhayya’s house. The only catch was that since they were living in the most decent part of the slums, Rashid said that she could not be seen wearing scandalous clothes near their households, but she would be allowed to wear the next to nothing outfit once inside their house. Mushtaq too was of course delighted that Purva would be paraded around in this silly little outfit. It was so damn sexy. Mushtaq was tremendously turned on imagining how Purva would be humiliatingly next to nude in front of all of them, it was going to be really hot and it did a great deal to his kink. The evening would be super fun he thought.

With the excitement, Mushtaq decided to give their fuck session after lunch a pass this time. He wanted to keep his kink reserved for the evening, which was definitely going to be a new erotic experience for him and Purva. With that, the couple took a nap on the bed for a couple of hours. Regular rough sex certainly induced a lot of sleep in them. As usual Mushtaq tightly grabbed his wife’s boobs and the couple lovingly slept before heading to Rashid bhayya’s place in the evening.