05-12-2020, 07:26 PM
After a while, Mushtaq came after his bath. He was pleased to see his wife dutifully cooking completely nude. She was sweating heavily on account of the heat due to the cooking. Even though the kitchen was separate and just part of the single room, there was just one fan in the room and that was just over in the bed, so purva had to cook out in the heat. Mushtaq took a wild perverted pleasure out of a rich urban housewife doing the daily chores completely in the nude, in the slums, right infront of him in his house and she was all his to enjoy and devour. He loved how obidiently she behaved, only wanting to please his dear husband and nothing else. He, of course derived extreme erotic pleasure out of purva sweating like crazy, working hard to cook in the kitchen to please his husband and his friends. Feeling fresh after his bath, he on the other hand stood there enjoying the breeze that emanated from the fan near him and the look the object of lust presented before him. purva was busy cooking when she noticed his husband staring lustily at her while she did her chores. She smiled at him and naughtily spread her legs and got into a posture that was altough slightly uncomfortable for her, but provided the best unhibited view of her ripe and red pussy to her dear hubby. In the sweat, the pussy seemed to stand out it as it still glowed with a tinge of red after Mushtaq’s latest exploitation of his dear possession. Mushtaq smiled back at his dear wife without saying anything as she widened her legs even more for the sake of Mushtaq’s perverse viewing pleasure.
“Mushtaq ji, murgha tayaar hai…ab batao mujhe kya karna hai? kuch tayaar hona padega?”, she said to her husband as she made way into the hall area and sat playfully on her husband’s lap. Mushtaq’s hands inevitably lingered over purva’s breasts and started to play with them. “Haan randi, ek baar mooh toh dho lena keval paani se…”. purva washed her face and wiped it with a towel. Her pussy was still continuously leaking with juices, but nothing could be done about that she thought. Given that she always remained naked and hot, that was bound to happen, she thought. Mushtaq then asked her to apply some lipstick on her. She was gifted different colors of lipsticks by the local guy who sold cheap cosmetics. While she had applied lipstick rarely in her first married life, she always preferred to use branded ones. But here she was, using a cheap namesake lipstick that was locally manufactured for the slums. She took each one of them and showed them to Mushtaq. She had various colors of lipstick gifted to her- pink, blue, yellow, orange, green, black and red. Mushtaq asked her to try each one of them and show them to him and that he would decide which one he wanted her to finally put on. purva did as commanded and Mushtaq finally agreed on the orange one. The lipsticks were certainly of very low quality as purva applied the orange lipstick on her lips. Once she presented the view to him, Mushtaq said, “waah, kya kirrak randi lag rhi hai meri raand…par isse aur achha karne k liye…“, saying so, he got up from the bed and took her near the mirror. He then proceeded to brighten her lips even more with the orange lipstick roughly. He rubbed the tip of the orange stick roughly depositing large amounts of the silly orange paint over her lips. The final result was that the lipstick ended up running beyond the borders of her lips on to her skin as purva felt humiliatingly hot with Mushtaq’s actions. He definitely wanted purva to look like a cheap characterless whore. The orange color on the lips itself made her appear gaudy and now she was smothered with the orange paint that extended beyond her lips. It made her look extremely trashy. Finally, Mushtaq was content with the amount of orange paint on his wife’s lips and said “Badhiya lag rhi hai ab…ek dum mast” and patted on her ass. purva couldn’t believe the lust he had for her and how he loved to humiliate his wife. He next asked her to apply the kajal that was also gifted. purva naturally thought he wanted her to put on the matching orange color for the kajal as well, but Mushtaq seemed like he didn’t want the colors to match. So he asked her to apply the yellow one. Looking at herself in the mirror made her blush with unknown feelings as she looked like a roadside prostitute. Her face was packed with two contrasting unusual colors, on her lips and under her eyes and it was clear she was made to look extremely cheap and dollish. Next, Mushtaq put the kamarband that was also gifted to her, around her waist. He then asked her to bring an apple locket among the other fruit lockets that were gifted to her and he fixed it hanging right infront of her pussy. The kamarband of course, made purva look really slutty. It was just a fake metal strip of beads that sexily hung around her waist, with a long strip hanging on her right side down until her knees. It was also designed with the same intention, to make her look cheap and trashy. The plastic apple locket hung right infront of her vagina, which of course did no job in covering her most private part. Mushtaq noticed a couple of hairs on his wife’s pussy while tying the locket, and so he took the razor and made sure to shave off any strands of growing hair that was present on his dear wife’s lovepot.
As purva and Mushtaq stood infront of the mirror taking one last look of purva’s makeup, they heard a knock on the door. Mushtaq urged purva to open in the door to the guests in her glamourous state. Purva was feeling extremely shy owing to her overall presentation. She was mixed with humiliation, embarassment and horniness as she opened the door with the cheap view of herself she was asked to present to the guests.
The view that stood infront of them was beyond words, something that made the guests instantly tight in their pants. There stood infront of them, a damsel, nude as the day she was born with so cheap and gaudy makeup that was probably the first time a woman decided to adorn. Her orange lipstick that was too puffy and ran disproportionately all over lips making her look like a stupid bimbo slut. And the yellow kajal, man, she was looking like a shameless wanton whore. purva stood there shyly allowing the guests to get over their initial reaction. Of course, they would have prepared for some sort of exhibitionism from her, she thought, but such a brazen and obscene view was probably not something that could have crossed their minds. She knew how dirty and nasty she appeared to them. She shyly greeted them inside their house. “Assalam aaleykum Sajid ji”, she said as Sajid entered into the house still open-mouthed at the view purva provided to them. He tapped slightly on her ass and said, “waah bhabhi, gajab maal lag rhi hai tu toh”. purva blushed to his comment. Not knowing any of the other guests, she invited them inside the house and closed the door. The others seemed to be at loss to give any reactions to purva’s authentic attire. They seemed to be nonplussed and their eyes were roaming all over here as they were unsure which part of purva to concentrate on to derive maximum pleasure. purva was enjoying the attention she got as she shyly lowered her eyes and sat on the bed like a demure housewife. Mushtaq was being greeted by his friends as they all shared a hug with Mushtaq. All the while the guys made sure to gawk at purva’s nude body parts. She sat on the bed with her legs together. Her bald pussy was slightly visible and her lovely enourmous white boobs were heaving up and down with each of purva’s breaths. The sight that laid there was a sight to behold, as the guys tried to mentally take a snapshot of that image of purva. Shyly, she raised her head aware that all the pair of eyes were on her and her ripe body parts. She got the confirmation and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at the looks of the men around her and she lowered her head once again. Of course, this wasn’t the first time she was made to roam around naked in the slums infront of cheap strangers, but the setting made her feel very shy and erotic. Here she was, married to an old slum worker, in his house as his dutiful wife with strangers in centimeters distance in a tiny room all around her relishing her sexy body as they wished.
As she still sat on the bed, Mushtaq said, “randi sab k liye paani le aana..”. The guys enjoyed how Mushtaq openly called her wife a whore infront of them. Of course, the guys who didn’t meet purva knew her story and she was of course nothing but a whore, but the way Mushtaq casually addressed her as randi made them feel more horny. Also, given how purva was ready to make all of them happy and the way she looked so naked and obidient made them so happy from inside. This was indeed an extremely sexy experience for them to witness. purva obidiently got up from the bed and got to her hubby’s order as the guys enjoyed the lovely nude backside view of purva. The whole thing was making purva very wet underneath as she realized the situation she was in. She was dressed not with clothes, but with gaudy and trashy makeup and a silly kamarband on her body, infront of his husband and 5 of his friends, 4 of the she didn’t even know. On top of that was the usual setting in the slums, the cheapness of the guests and the place itself, that made her go crazy with perverted pleasure. Surely, exhibiting herself in such a cheap way to the cheap men made her feel extremely horny and humiliated.
As purva made her way back to the hall area with the tray of water glasses, all the guys were sitting on the bed chatting. Sajid saw the nude damsel walk to them shyly with the tray and said, “bhabhi yeh tu ne toh kamaal kar diya…achha aap inn se nhi mile na?”, he said. “Nhi sajid ji”, she said. It was weird she thought, as she had never really bothered to talk to Sajid with added respect. But here, in such a situation, where she alone was naked infront of all the men, she innately felt that they were more powerful than her. Involuntarily, she felt like her identity was changed due to the shameless gaudy makeup exhibiting herself to a nude roadside whore. She, of course had to talk to them with respect.
“Achha, yeh dono hai Pervez aur Kabul, yeh mere maama ke bachhe hai…”. Both of them waved their hand and said, “Hi bhabhi” while giving her the look of lust from top to botton. They looked younger than Sajid and were probably of the same age as her, she thought. She extended her hand for a handshake. “Aur yeh hai mere dost Wasim aur Irfan”. The other guys looked as the same age as Sajid and they too greeted her while making sure to completely devour purva’s nude and whorish look. “Aur haan bhabhi, teri koi introduction jarurat nhi hai unko, unhe sab pata hai…”, said Sajid naughtily smiling at purva. purva blushed slightly as she still stood there without saying a word infront of all the men in all her nakedness. She loved how humiliating it was, as she inevitably had to stand there right infront of them for all the men to devour her ripe nakedness as they wished. The guys too made no efforts to hide their desire and lust as they openly gawked at purva’s private parts. Her bald pussy was leaking juices and she could feel it run down to her thighs. She was sure the guys all had noticed it too. As they finished their water, Mushtaq said to purva, “randi ab ek kaam kar, ek baar neeche jhaadu se saaf kar de aur chatayi laga de…uske baad bartan me murgha tayyar rakhna”. purva complied to her husband’s request. The evening was just getting started. While the guys talked nonsense on the bed, purva swept the floor again, even though it seemed clean as she had just done it that morning. It was of course wildly humiliating for her to do such things infront of the guys who should actually be the working class, sat there comfortably on the bed completely engrossed in deriving maximum pleasure from the nude purva. As she bent down to sweep the floor, her breasts were hanging and dangling obscenely infront of them. The guys were of course murmuring comments in urdu and purva knew what they could possibly murmur about. purva focussed on the task at hand making sure to present all sorts of angles to the guests. She rounded it up with a quick sweep with her backside to the guys. The guys got an obscene but fantastic view of purva’s asshole and her pussy that was glistening due to the sex juices she was secreting. Next, she got the mat and arranged it on the floor as instructed by her husband. The guests proceeded to seat themselves on the mat as purva prepared the chicken on each of the plates for the guests. Of course, she would eat out of Mushtaq’s plate and got each of the 6 plates for the men with chicken served and got them to the hall. The guys made sure they got a good look at her bald pussy as they had a better view of it from on the floor than earlier. She stood there serving each one of them with the chicken and stood there. “Aaja meri raand, mere goad me baith ja”, Mushtaq said to her. purva shyly complied to his order and seated herself in her dear husband’s lap much to the thrill of the guests. Wasim, one of Sajid’s friends poetically said, “Waah yehi to pyaar hota hai bhai log…kya sachha pyaar hai…”, everyone including purva shared a friendly laugh. Sajid opened the bottle of whiskey that he had brought along with him. All of the guys loudly tinked their steel glasses, “Cheers!” and the party was started.
“Mushtaq ji, murgha tayaar hai…ab batao mujhe kya karna hai? kuch tayaar hona padega?”, she said to her husband as she made way into the hall area and sat playfully on her husband’s lap. Mushtaq’s hands inevitably lingered over purva’s breasts and started to play with them. “Haan randi, ek baar mooh toh dho lena keval paani se…”. purva washed her face and wiped it with a towel. Her pussy was still continuously leaking with juices, but nothing could be done about that she thought. Given that she always remained naked and hot, that was bound to happen, she thought. Mushtaq then asked her to apply some lipstick on her. She was gifted different colors of lipsticks by the local guy who sold cheap cosmetics. While she had applied lipstick rarely in her first married life, she always preferred to use branded ones. But here she was, using a cheap namesake lipstick that was locally manufactured for the slums. She took each one of them and showed them to Mushtaq. She had various colors of lipstick gifted to her- pink, blue, yellow, orange, green, black and red. Mushtaq asked her to try each one of them and show them to him and that he would decide which one he wanted her to finally put on. purva did as commanded and Mushtaq finally agreed on the orange one. The lipsticks were certainly of very low quality as purva applied the orange lipstick on her lips. Once she presented the view to him, Mushtaq said, “waah, kya kirrak randi lag rhi hai meri raand…par isse aur achha karne k liye…“, saying so, he got up from the bed and took her near the mirror. He then proceeded to brighten her lips even more with the orange lipstick roughly. He rubbed the tip of the orange stick roughly depositing large amounts of the silly orange paint over her lips. The final result was that the lipstick ended up running beyond the borders of her lips on to her skin as purva felt humiliatingly hot with Mushtaq’s actions. He definitely wanted purva to look like a cheap characterless whore. The orange color on the lips itself made her appear gaudy and now she was smothered with the orange paint that extended beyond her lips. It made her look extremely trashy. Finally, Mushtaq was content with the amount of orange paint on his wife’s lips and said “Badhiya lag rhi hai ab…ek dum mast” and patted on her ass. purva couldn’t believe the lust he had for her and how he loved to humiliate his wife. He next asked her to apply the kajal that was also gifted. purva naturally thought he wanted her to put on the matching orange color for the kajal as well, but Mushtaq seemed like he didn’t want the colors to match. So he asked her to apply the yellow one. Looking at herself in the mirror made her blush with unknown feelings as she looked like a roadside prostitute. Her face was packed with two contrasting unusual colors, on her lips and under her eyes and it was clear she was made to look extremely cheap and dollish. Next, Mushtaq put the kamarband that was also gifted to her, around her waist. He then asked her to bring an apple locket among the other fruit lockets that were gifted to her and he fixed it hanging right infront of her pussy. The kamarband of course, made purva look really slutty. It was just a fake metal strip of beads that sexily hung around her waist, with a long strip hanging on her right side down until her knees. It was also designed with the same intention, to make her look cheap and trashy. The plastic apple locket hung right infront of her vagina, which of course did no job in covering her most private part. Mushtaq noticed a couple of hairs on his wife’s pussy while tying the locket, and so he took the razor and made sure to shave off any strands of growing hair that was present on his dear wife’s lovepot.
As purva and Mushtaq stood infront of the mirror taking one last look of purva’s makeup, they heard a knock on the door. Mushtaq urged purva to open in the door to the guests in her glamourous state. Purva was feeling extremely shy owing to her overall presentation. She was mixed with humiliation, embarassment and horniness as she opened the door with the cheap view of herself she was asked to present to the guests.
The view that stood infront of them was beyond words, something that made the guests instantly tight in their pants. There stood infront of them, a damsel, nude as the day she was born with so cheap and gaudy makeup that was probably the first time a woman decided to adorn. Her orange lipstick that was too puffy and ran disproportionately all over lips making her look like a stupid bimbo slut. And the yellow kajal, man, she was looking like a shameless wanton whore. purva stood there shyly allowing the guests to get over their initial reaction. Of course, they would have prepared for some sort of exhibitionism from her, she thought, but such a brazen and obscene view was probably not something that could have crossed their minds. She knew how dirty and nasty she appeared to them. She shyly greeted them inside their house. “Assalam aaleykum Sajid ji”, she said as Sajid entered into the house still open-mouthed at the view purva provided to them. He tapped slightly on her ass and said, “waah bhabhi, gajab maal lag rhi hai tu toh”. purva blushed to his comment. Not knowing any of the other guests, she invited them inside the house and closed the door. The others seemed to be at loss to give any reactions to purva’s authentic attire. They seemed to be nonplussed and their eyes were roaming all over here as they were unsure which part of purva to concentrate on to derive maximum pleasure. purva was enjoying the attention she got as she shyly lowered her eyes and sat on the bed like a demure housewife. Mushtaq was being greeted by his friends as they all shared a hug with Mushtaq. All the while the guys made sure to gawk at purva’s nude body parts. She sat on the bed with her legs together. Her bald pussy was slightly visible and her lovely enourmous white boobs were heaving up and down with each of purva’s breaths. The sight that laid there was a sight to behold, as the guys tried to mentally take a snapshot of that image of purva. Shyly, she raised her head aware that all the pair of eyes were on her and her ripe body parts. She got the confirmation and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at the looks of the men around her and she lowered her head once again. Of course, this wasn’t the first time she was made to roam around naked in the slums infront of cheap strangers, but the setting made her feel very shy and erotic. Here she was, married to an old slum worker, in his house as his dutiful wife with strangers in centimeters distance in a tiny room all around her relishing her sexy body as they wished.
As she still sat on the bed, Mushtaq said, “randi sab k liye paani le aana..”. The guys enjoyed how Mushtaq openly called her wife a whore infront of them. Of course, the guys who didn’t meet purva knew her story and she was of course nothing but a whore, but the way Mushtaq casually addressed her as randi made them feel more horny. Also, given how purva was ready to make all of them happy and the way she looked so naked and obidient made them so happy from inside. This was indeed an extremely sexy experience for them to witness. purva obidiently got up from the bed and got to her hubby’s order as the guys enjoyed the lovely nude backside view of purva. The whole thing was making purva very wet underneath as she realized the situation she was in. She was dressed not with clothes, but with gaudy and trashy makeup and a silly kamarband on her body, infront of his husband and 5 of his friends, 4 of the she didn’t even know. On top of that was the usual setting in the slums, the cheapness of the guests and the place itself, that made her go crazy with perverted pleasure. Surely, exhibiting herself in such a cheap way to the cheap men made her feel extremely horny and humiliated.
As purva made her way back to the hall area with the tray of water glasses, all the guys were sitting on the bed chatting. Sajid saw the nude damsel walk to them shyly with the tray and said, “bhabhi yeh tu ne toh kamaal kar diya…achha aap inn se nhi mile na?”, he said. “Nhi sajid ji”, she said. It was weird she thought, as she had never really bothered to talk to Sajid with added respect. But here, in such a situation, where she alone was naked infront of all the men, she innately felt that they were more powerful than her. Involuntarily, she felt like her identity was changed due to the shameless gaudy makeup exhibiting herself to a nude roadside whore. She, of course had to talk to them with respect.
“Achha, yeh dono hai Pervez aur Kabul, yeh mere maama ke bachhe hai…”. Both of them waved their hand and said, “Hi bhabhi” while giving her the look of lust from top to botton. They looked younger than Sajid and were probably of the same age as her, she thought. She extended her hand for a handshake. “Aur yeh hai mere dost Wasim aur Irfan”. The other guys looked as the same age as Sajid and they too greeted her while making sure to completely devour purva’s nude and whorish look. “Aur haan bhabhi, teri koi introduction jarurat nhi hai unko, unhe sab pata hai…”, said Sajid naughtily smiling at purva. purva blushed slightly as she still stood there without saying a word infront of all the men in all her nakedness. She loved how humiliating it was, as she inevitably had to stand there right infront of them for all the men to devour her ripe nakedness as they wished. The guys too made no efforts to hide their desire and lust as they openly gawked at purva’s private parts. Her bald pussy was leaking juices and she could feel it run down to her thighs. She was sure the guys all had noticed it too. As they finished their water, Mushtaq said to purva, “randi ab ek kaam kar, ek baar neeche jhaadu se saaf kar de aur chatayi laga de…uske baad bartan me murgha tayyar rakhna”. purva complied to her husband’s request. The evening was just getting started. While the guys talked nonsense on the bed, purva swept the floor again, even though it seemed clean as she had just done it that morning. It was of course wildly humiliating for her to do such things infront of the guys who should actually be the working class, sat there comfortably on the bed completely engrossed in deriving maximum pleasure from the nude purva. As she bent down to sweep the floor, her breasts were hanging and dangling obscenely infront of them. The guys were of course murmuring comments in urdu and purva knew what they could possibly murmur about. purva focussed on the task at hand making sure to present all sorts of angles to the guests. She rounded it up with a quick sweep with her backside to the guys. The guys got an obscene but fantastic view of purva’s asshole and her pussy that was glistening due to the sex juices she was secreting. Next, she got the mat and arranged it on the floor as instructed by her husband. The guests proceeded to seat themselves on the mat as purva prepared the chicken on each of the plates for the guests. Of course, she would eat out of Mushtaq’s plate and got each of the 6 plates for the men with chicken served and got them to the hall. The guys made sure they got a good look at her bald pussy as they had a better view of it from on the floor than earlier. She stood there serving each one of them with the chicken and stood there. “Aaja meri raand, mere goad me baith ja”, Mushtaq said to her. purva shyly complied to his order and seated herself in her dear husband’s lap much to the thrill of the guests. Wasim, one of Sajid’s friends poetically said, “Waah yehi to pyaar hota hai bhai log…kya sachha pyaar hai…”, everyone including purva shared a friendly laugh. Sajid opened the bottle of whiskey that he had brought along with him. All of the guys loudly tinked their steel glasses, “Cheers!” and the party was started.
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