15-06-2021, 12:35 AM
purva was loving all of it. Somehow, the humiliation made her really horny and truth be told, she even felt ashamed of it. But, she didn?t care. She had been exploring her sexuality to greater and greater depths with each passing day, and she wanted to go with the flow. The idea of being treated like a cheap worthless slum worker somehow turned her on, like it was surreal to say the least. The fact that she was being made a local doodhwali for the same bunch of women who utterly humiliated her nude self in public for the last few days was something she couldn?t still digest, but all the same, it stragely made her feel so erotic. She had always been a submissive, but this kind of submission was something she had never experienced, and that?s what probably, she reasoned, got her all crazy with perverted sexual emotions.
As she cycled her way through the village on her first day, she loved the sensations it gave her. It seemed like she belonged here, here in the village where she was decided to be a neech, a doodhwali for the slum women, as a punishment for strutting naked, shanelessly on the streets. As she took charge of her first day as the doodhwali, she was enjoying the cool air that was hitting on her pussy which was only covered by an old rag skirt that was actually an old used piece of cloth by her rival Sultana. Her face always brought dread to purva as she was the pillar of the gang of women who administered purva?s humiliation. Now of course, she was wearing something that exposed so much, but still kept her private parts covered, and she was happy she wouldn?t at least get beaten again by the women. Coming to her dress, it was tailored by the inexperienced Karim at Ghafur?s darzi, the local tailoring shop that she was familiar with. The dress that she was wearing was actually a brainchild of the sarpanch himself, who was of course, like all the slum men, distinguished in perversion. He had ruled in the panchayat meeting yesterday, that purva would only wear the old useless clothes of the slum women who cared to donate them to purva. They could deposit them at a local tokri that set up for this purpose, and then they would be tailored suitably to show off purva in the best and most humiliating way. Her present dress was tailored off of her rival Sultana?s old lehnga and blouse. The lehnga was cut down to an obscene length, that just beneath her pussy, enough for purva to comply with the rule that her ass and pussy should be covered. The top was something that made everyone squeal with joy at the sight of purva. It was basically re-tailored so that massive amounts of purva?s huge boobs were obscenely showing out, and the fact that Karim tailored it made it look even more ridiculous on her. The bra made from the blouse ended having uneven cuts all throughou and he had made it look so randy on her. At the back, the blouse was just a small width of cloth, and at the front, the cups were cut down so much that a part of purva?s underboobs were conveniently visible. Also, she was scared that her huge boobs would just snap off the blouse as it ended at her cleave in just a tiny dot. Added to her attire was her funny looking hair. Yesterday, as part of the humiliation, Sultana had ended up cutting her hair obscenely with a sickle right in the middle of the road in front of one and all. The result was that her hair was uneven. She was almost bald but with some hair, that too in uneven proportions all over her, that made her look even more like a sorry slave. All in all, she was looking exactly like a roadside trash whore who had been subjected to varied levels of perversion.
Her first stop was by a woman named Zahiba. She was pretty sure all of the women had taken part in her humiliation. As she reached her house, she got down the cycle, and proceeded to knock on the door with the milk can in her hand.
?Aye haye, neecha?aa gayi ho tum?, Zahiba greeted her with a smile.
Zahiba looked purva?s age. She was dressed in a sari and purva felt she had really good looks.
?Salaam bhabhi?, she said and bent down to touch her feet.
Zahiba touched her head with her hand, ?arre yeh kyun, uth jaa neecha?.
It seemed like the women had internally decided her to give her the name of neecha. It was of course, all a part of the desocializing process the women had attested to administer on her. Yesterday, in front of the whole crowd, it was agreed that purva was a neech aurat, given that she?s a whore and the fact that she loves to openly roam around naked for the entire world to see her nudeness. It came as no surprise, really, to purva that the women were now playing a pun on her social status, giving her a name as degrading as neecha.
Zahiba looked at her body, and of course, she realized what was covering her. She smirked and said, ?sahi hai?koi tareeka toh dhoond hi logi apni puri badan dikhane k liye?, she said.
purva smiled in embarassment, letting the moment pass.
?Kaisa lag rha hai humare liye doodhwali banne me??, she asked.
?Bhabhi, yeh bass aap ka pehla ghar hai?ab tak sahi lag rha hai??
?Haha, achha. sahi hai, roj subah aise thoda cycling bhi ho jayega tumhare liye??
?haan ji bhabhi..?
She then gave her the milk and after exchanging goodbyes, purva moved on.
All the women treated her well, at least according to purva?s expectations. She guessed she would have to face some more verbal humiliation given her current attire and such, but mostly the women treated her politely, except for the usual jab at her being a randi or given how trashy she was looking.
All in all, she was supposed to deliver milk to around 40 households. After around 20 of them, she was beginning to get a little tired already, since it was still her first day. She made it a point to get fucked by Mushtaq as soon as she reached home; her husband?s rough love would certainly make her feel better.
purva then stumbled upon daadi maa?s house for delivering milk.
?Arre neecha, meri puttar, kaisi hai??, she beamed at purva.
?Achhi hoon dadi maa?, she said and respectfully touched her feet.
She too, like other women, looked at her attire and said, ?haha, randibaazi toh nhi chhod sakti hai tu lagta hai?, she said in mock laughter.
purva hung her head low at daadi?s somewhat condescending words.
?Achha ek kaam kar, abhi mein nahane jaa rhi hu, tu pura kaam kar ke ek baar mere yahan aaja wapas?, she said.
?Thik h daadi maa?, said purva and continued.
After a few more households, her dread had come true. Her next stop was at Sultana?s place. Sultana looked quite young, so she wasn?t sure if she would be the only woman of the house, but nevertheless, she was under slight panic. Much to her dread, Sultana opened the door.
?Arre neecha, doodh le kar aayi ho??, she said with a bright smile.
Somewhat taken aback at her friendly demeanour, purva replied with a nervous smile, ?ji bhabhi?.
As she walked towards her with the milk can, involuntarily, she bent on her knees and touched Sultana?s feet, much to both her, and Sultana?s surprise. Of course, Sultana loved how vulnerable purva felt in her presence and to demean a former urban housewife as a worthless neech and seeing her at her feet in such a silly form made her proud from the inside.
?Arre neecha, itni kyun darr rahi hai? she said, as she touched purva?s shoulders to get her on her feet.
?Kya tujhe abhi bhi lagta hai mein tujhe maarungi??, she asked to her on her face.
?N..nnnhi bhabhi, aise kuch nhi?, purva replied apprehensively.
?Fir? ab toh tu humare liye kaam karti hai, fir tujhe kyu maar-peeth karungi? tu mere saamne apne maal chupake ghoom, aur mere liye kaam kar aise hi, tujhe nhi maarungi, samjhi??
?Ji bhabhi?, said purva with a contended smile.
?Aur bata, kaisa raha tera pehla din, doodhwali banke mazaa aa rha hai??, she asked with a happy smile.
?Ji bhabhi, sahi lag rha hai?khul mil ke 40 ghar hai?toh abhi 5-6 aur bache hai??.
?Achha, aaj pehla din hai toh thoda thakaan hogi parr karte karte achhe se aadat padh jayegi, hai na??
?ji bhabhi..?
?Achha chalo aaj tere wajah se mein ek ghanta aur so payi, haha. roz ais tum doodh ghar pe laoge toh hum sab ko bohot achha lagega?, said Sultana.
purva was now very relaxed and comfortable that Sultana was friendly with her. It felt like a huge part of mind was freed of worry. She of course, wanted to befriend them, but she was skeptical till now, but now that Sultana behaved like a normal woman, who didn?t want to beat up purva at the sight of her, she began to ease in.
?ji bhabhi, jaroor?mein roz laungi aise hi?, she said with a friendly smile, much to encourage friendship between them.
?badhiya, thik h, ab tu jaa?mein chali nahane, bye neecha?, she waved at her. purva too waved at her, happy that she had finally managed to peace with Sultana.
After delivering milk at the remaining households, purva went back to daadi maa?s.
?Haan, neecha, andar aaja aur yeh le neeche baith ja?, she said.
purva was of course humiliated that daadi maa had explicitly asked her to sit on the floor. There was of course, no secret that purva was going to be treated as a neech aurat, but this was too blatant, and the fact that it was coming from daadi maa, made purva more humiliated and disappointed.
?Arre randi, dil pe mat liya kar?humare ghar me na?neech ko neeche hi bithate hai?, she smiled to her.
She then returned with a cold curd rice served in a plastic plate. ?Arre yeh na, meri poti (granddaughter) kal chhod di thi?toh mujhe laga fenk kyu du?tujhe de deti hu, hai na??. She said and put the plate on the floor in front of her.
This was a new low for purva. She was being made to eat left-over food from yesterday from an unknown woman, as she sat down on the floor. She was truly being treated like a low-class work woman by daadi maa, a true neech, she thought. She of course, didn?t want to deny daadi maa, so she feigned happiness on her face, even though the humiliation made her cringe from the inside. Daadi maa sat on the sofa beside her.
?Meri poti na, mumbai me hi ek fashion design company me kaam karti hai. Usko mere saath rehna achha lagta hai, toh kaafi baar yahan hi hoti hai?, daadi maa said happily.
?Toh mein usse dahi banake deti hu, ki uske sehat k liye achha hai, toh yeh har baar aise chhod deti hai?, she said.
?Achha daadi?, was all purva could say, as she humiliatingly sat on the floor eating the leftover curd rice.
As she was eating, daadi maa said, ?Neecha ek baat poochti hu tere se??. ?Ji daadi, poochiye na?, said purva.
?Yeh tere kaksh me baal kyun nhi nikaalti hai tu? bohot ganda lagta hai tere pe?aur neeche bhosda ek dum saaf kiya hua hai, yeh kya halat bana rakhi ho tumne apni??, she asked.
Of course, purva sat down freely on the floor, since it was just daadi maa, and her skirt was not at the right place, giving up the modesty of her pussy.
purva felt trapped. There was of course the luxury that she was not publicly humiliated, but even then, it was something that purva considered emabrassing. She wasn?t really sure if she could say that her husband found it kinky in her to have a shaved pussy but full hairy armpits that made her look all silly. With nothing else coming to her mind, ?Arre daadi maa, mujhe naa kaksh k baal badhana hai, jaada hoke ek baar dekhna chahti hu ki mein kaise lagungi?aur neeche k baal bole toh?.mere patiji chahte hai ki woh humesha unke liye tayyar rahe, toh unko mera bhosda aise hi achha lagta hai?, she said sounding convincing.
?Hmmm, bhosde pe baal toh samajh me aata hai ki tera mard tujhe chahta hai, par kaksh ka mujhe samajh nhi aata. khair chhod, tujhe kapde pehnwane me hi tujhe ghor maar-peeth karna pada, ab kaksh k baal p bhi tujhe kya maar-peeth karenge?, she said with a condescending smile at purva.
purva continued to eat as daadi maa talked some more about random things. Finally, purva managed to eat all the left-over rice and proceeded to leave.
?Kal milti hu daadi maa?, she said and once again touched her feet.
?Bye neecha, apna dhyaan rakhna, jaada mat chudwana apni pati se?, she said with a wink.
?Hehe, bye daadi maa?, said purva blushing at daadi maa?s adult words.
Finally she returned back to the milk booth, which was still empty except for Kabul was writing something in his accounts book.
?Haan bhabhi, aa gayi?kaisa laga pehla din? lagta hai thak gayi ho??
?Haan Kabul, bohot jaada?total 43 ghar hai yaar?, she said, getting off the cycle.
?Haan bhabhi, pura badan paseene aa gaye?, she said, suggestively biting his lips looking at her huge exposed melons.
purva playfully slapped at his shoulder.
?Hehe, achha bhabhi, sarpanch saheb ne bola ki roj tujhe free me doodh de de, toh yeh lo tere liye?, he said and handed her a can of milk.
?Can kal wapas kar dena, koi ni?, he said.
?Arre, thank you Kabul?. purva was pleasantly surprised. At least she got this much for all this strenous effort she thought. She then again, playfully kissed on Kabul?s cheek.
?Arre bhabhi, yeh baar baar mat karo tere se pyaar ho jayega?, said Kabul naughtily.
purva was by now a little horny with all the new humiliation on her first day as a doodhwali. She felt a little tipsy at this naughty teenager. Seeing that not many were around, she wanted to play a little. ?Achha, toh agar tujhe yeh dikhati hu, toh pyaar me doob jaoge aap toh?, she said, and lifted her skirt showing Kabul her bald pussy.
Kabul had of course, seen purva naked earlier, but this situation was just too sexy. Kabul?s eyes popped out as he mindlessly stared at purva?s tight snatch. ?Waah bhabhi, pehle achhe se nhi dekh paya, ab toh pagal ho gaya hu tera bhosda dekh ke?, he said smiling with lust.
?Haha, kaisa lag rha hai tumhe yeh dekh ke??, said purva urging him on more.
?Dekhne me toh bohot mazaa hai, agar choone ko mila toh sabse jaada mazaa hai?, he said smiling lustily at her.
?Mana thodi kiya maine?, she said, with a playful seductive look on her face.
Kabul for a moment could not believe in luck. He of course knew that purva was a whore, but this was just too unbelievable for him. He was getting a chance to touch an urban high class whore degraded to a low-life slut and that too her wet tight pussy. His hands shaking and trembling he touched purva?s pussy with his hands. ?Boht garam hai bhabhi tera choot?, he said, as he softly massaged it with his hands, not missing the opportunity to feel the beautiful thing in all possible ways. He kept massaging her cunt lips for a while, before inserting a finger in her. purva of course was loving this, but she wanted to tease the young lad. She wanted men to want her and fantasize about her nude body. She was greatly turned on by that.
Once his finger was inside her, she quickly retreated and dropped her skirt down. ?Bass bass, aaj k liye itna hi?yeh toh mera pehla din hai?, said purva seductively, much to Kabul disappointment.
?Arre bhabhi, aise thodi karegi tu?please ek baar aur khelne do naa uske saath?, he said.
?Arre kal wapas aungi na, tab kuch aur?pura fal ek hi din kha jaoge?, she winked at him.
?Toh ek kaam karo, kal 15-20 minute pehle aa jana, thoda khel lunga mein tere maal k saath?, he said lusting at purva?s exposed boobs once again.
?Achha? chalo dekhti hu, ab toh mein chali?mushtaq ji mere intezaar karte honge?.mera bhosda toh unka hai filhaal?, she said making sure to tease the young lad even more.
?Hahah, Mushtaq bhayya ka alag hi jannat hota hoga. agar tu meri biwi hoti na bhabhi, tujhe har pal me chodta hi rahunga, heehehe?, he said with a laugh.
purva blushed at his words. ?Pata hai mujhe?tum wahi karoge??, she said and turned to leave.
Kabul shouted from her behind again, ?please bhabhi kal thoda jaldi, bye?aaj toh mera haath se kaam chala lunga?, he said.
purva blushed at his words again. She turned to him and blew him a kiss and continued walking to her house. She was quite tired and horny, and she right away wanted to finish the ritual and then get fucked rough by her dear husband.
As she cycled her way through the village on her first day, she loved the sensations it gave her. It seemed like she belonged here, here in the village where she was decided to be a neech, a doodhwali for the slum women, as a punishment for strutting naked, shanelessly on the streets. As she took charge of her first day as the doodhwali, she was enjoying the cool air that was hitting on her pussy which was only covered by an old rag skirt that was actually an old used piece of cloth by her rival Sultana. Her face always brought dread to purva as she was the pillar of the gang of women who administered purva?s humiliation. Now of course, she was wearing something that exposed so much, but still kept her private parts covered, and she was happy she wouldn?t at least get beaten again by the women. Coming to her dress, it was tailored by the inexperienced Karim at Ghafur?s darzi, the local tailoring shop that she was familiar with. The dress that she was wearing was actually a brainchild of the sarpanch himself, who was of course, like all the slum men, distinguished in perversion. He had ruled in the panchayat meeting yesterday, that purva would only wear the old useless clothes of the slum women who cared to donate them to purva. They could deposit them at a local tokri that set up for this purpose, and then they would be tailored suitably to show off purva in the best and most humiliating way. Her present dress was tailored off of her rival Sultana?s old lehnga and blouse. The lehnga was cut down to an obscene length, that just beneath her pussy, enough for purva to comply with the rule that her ass and pussy should be covered. The top was something that made everyone squeal with joy at the sight of purva. It was basically re-tailored so that massive amounts of purva?s huge boobs were obscenely showing out, and the fact that Karim tailored it made it look even more ridiculous on her. The bra made from the blouse ended having uneven cuts all throughou and he had made it look so randy on her. At the back, the blouse was just a small width of cloth, and at the front, the cups were cut down so much that a part of purva?s underboobs were conveniently visible. Also, she was scared that her huge boobs would just snap off the blouse as it ended at her cleave in just a tiny dot. Added to her attire was her funny looking hair. Yesterday, as part of the humiliation, Sultana had ended up cutting her hair obscenely with a sickle right in the middle of the road in front of one and all. The result was that her hair was uneven. She was almost bald but with some hair, that too in uneven proportions all over her, that made her look even more like a sorry slave. All in all, she was looking exactly like a roadside trash whore who had been subjected to varied levels of perversion.
Her first stop was by a woman named Zahiba. She was pretty sure all of the women had taken part in her humiliation. As she reached her house, she got down the cycle, and proceeded to knock on the door with the milk can in her hand.
?Aye haye, neecha?aa gayi ho tum?, Zahiba greeted her with a smile.
Zahiba looked purva?s age. She was dressed in a sari and purva felt she had really good looks.
?Salaam bhabhi?, she said and bent down to touch her feet.
Zahiba touched her head with her hand, ?arre yeh kyun, uth jaa neecha?.
It seemed like the women had internally decided her to give her the name of neecha. It was of course, all a part of the desocializing process the women had attested to administer on her. Yesterday, in front of the whole crowd, it was agreed that purva was a neech aurat, given that she?s a whore and the fact that she loves to openly roam around naked for the entire world to see her nudeness. It came as no surprise, really, to purva that the women were now playing a pun on her social status, giving her a name as degrading as neecha.
Zahiba looked at her body, and of course, she realized what was covering her. She smirked and said, ?sahi hai?koi tareeka toh dhoond hi logi apni puri badan dikhane k liye?, she said.
purva smiled in embarassment, letting the moment pass.
?Kaisa lag rha hai humare liye doodhwali banne me??, she asked.
?Bhabhi, yeh bass aap ka pehla ghar hai?ab tak sahi lag rha hai??
?Haha, achha. sahi hai, roj subah aise thoda cycling bhi ho jayega tumhare liye??
?haan ji bhabhi..?
She then gave her the milk and after exchanging goodbyes, purva moved on.
All the women treated her well, at least according to purva?s expectations. She guessed she would have to face some more verbal humiliation given her current attire and such, but mostly the women treated her politely, except for the usual jab at her being a randi or given how trashy she was looking.
All in all, she was supposed to deliver milk to around 40 households. After around 20 of them, she was beginning to get a little tired already, since it was still her first day. She made it a point to get fucked by Mushtaq as soon as she reached home; her husband?s rough love would certainly make her feel better.
purva then stumbled upon daadi maa?s house for delivering milk.
?Arre neecha, meri puttar, kaisi hai??, she beamed at purva.
?Achhi hoon dadi maa?, she said and respectfully touched her feet.
She too, like other women, looked at her attire and said, ?haha, randibaazi toh nhi chhod sakti hai tu lagta hai?, she said in mock laughter.
purva hung her head low at daadi?s somewhat condescending words.
?Achha ek kaam kar, abhi mein nahane jaa rhi hu, tu pura kaam kar ke ek baar mere yahan aaja wapas?, she said.
?Thik h daadi maa?, said purva and continued.
After a few more households, her dread had come true. Her next stop was at Sultana?s place. Sultana looked quite young, so she wasn?t sure if she would be the only woman of the house, but nevertheless, she was under slight panic. Much to her dread, Sultana opened the door.
?Arre neecha, doodh le kar aayi ho??, she said with a bright smile.
Somewhat taken aback at her friendly demeanour, purva replied with a nervous smile, ?ji bhabhi?.
As she walked towards her with the milk can, involuntarily, she bent on her knees and touched Sultana?s feet, much to both her, and Sultana?s surprise. Of course, Sultana loved how vulnerable purva felt in her presence and to demean a former urban housewife as a worthless neech and seeing her at her feet in such a silly form made her proud from the inside.
?Arre neecha, itni kyun darr rahi hai? she said, as she touched purva?s shoulders to get her on her feet.
?Kya tujhe abhi bhi lagta hai mein tujhe maarungi??, she asked to her on her face.
?N..nnnhi bhabhi, aise kuch nhi?, purva replied apprehensively.
?Fir? ab toh tu humare liye kaam karti hai, fir tujhe kyu maar-peeth karungi? tu mere saamne apne maal chupake ghoom, aur mere liye kaam kar aise hi, tujhe nhi maarungi, samjhi??
?Ji bhabhi?, said purva with a contended smile.
?Aur bata, kaisa raha tera pehla din, doodhwali banke mazaa aa rha hai??, she asked with a happy smile.
?Ji bhabhi, sahi lag rha hai?khul mil ke 40 ghar hai?toh abhi 5-6 aur bache hai??.
?Achha, aaj pehla din hai toh thoda thakaan hogi parr karte karte achhe se aadat padh jayegi, hai na??
?ji bhabhi..?
?Achha chalo aaj tere wajah se mein ek ghanta aur so payi, haha. roz ais tum doodh ghar pe laoge toh hum sab ko bohot achha lagega?, said Sultana.
purva was now very relaxed and comfortable that Sultana was friendly with her. It felt like a huge part of mind was freed of worry. She of course, wanted to befriend them, but she was skeptical till now, but now that Sultana behaved like a normal woman, who didn?t want to beat up purva at the sight of her, she began to ease in.
?ji bhabhi, jaroor?mein roz laungi aise hi?, she said with a friendly smile, much to encourage friendship between them.
?badhiya, thik h, ab tu jaa?mein chali nahane, bye neecha?, she waved at her. purva too waved at her, happy that she had finally managed to peace with Sultana.
After delivering milk at the remaining households, purva went back to daadi maa?s.
?Haan, neecha, andar aaja aur yeh le neeche baith ja?, she said.
purva was of course humiliated that daadi maa had explicitly asked her to sit on the floor. There was of course, no secret that purva was going to be treated as a neech aurat, but this was too blatant, and the fact that it was coming from daadi maa, made purva more humiliated and disappointed.
?Arre randi, dil pe mat liya kar?humare ghar me na?neech ko neeche hi bithate hai?, she smiled to her.
She then returned with a cold curd rice served in a plastic plate. ?Arre yeh na, meri poti (granddaughter) kal chhod di thi?toh mujhe laga fenk kyu du?tujhe de deti hu, hai na??. She said and put the plate on the floor in front of her.
This was a new low for purva. She was being made to eat left-over food from yesterday from an unknown woman, as she sat down on the floor. She was truly being treated like a low-class work woman by daadi maa, a true neech, she thought. She of course, didn?t want to deny daadi maa, so she feigned happiness on her face, even though the humiliation made her cringe from the inside. Daadi maa sat on the sofa beside her.
?Meri poti na, mumbai me hi ek fashion design company me kaam karti hai. Usko mere saath rehna achha lagta hai, toh kaafi baar yahan hi hoti hai?, daadi maa said happily.
?Toh mein usse dahi banake deti hu, ki uske sehat k liye achha hai, toh yeh har baar aise chhod deti hai?, she said.
?Achha daadi?, was all purva could say, as she humiliatingly sat on the floor eating the leftover curd rice.
As she was eating, daadi maa said, ?Neecha ek baat poochti hu tere se??. ?Ji daadi, poochiye na?, said purva.
?Yeh tere kaksh me baal kyun nhi nikaalti hai tu? bohot ganda lagta hai tere pe?aur neeche bhosda ek dum saaf kiya hua hai, yeh kya halat bana rakhi ho tumne apni??, she asked.
Of course, purva sat down freely on the floor, since it was just daadi maa, and her skirt was not at the right place, giving up the modesty of her pussy.
purva felt trapped. There was of course the luxury that she was not publicly humiliated, but even then, it was something that purva considered emabrassing. She wasn?t really sure if she could say that her husband found it kinky in her to have a shaved pussy but full hairy armpits that made her look all silly. With nothing else coming to her mind, ?Arre daadi maa, mujhe naa kaksh k baal badhana hai, jaada hoke ek baar dekhna chahti hu ki mein kaise lagungi?aur neeche k baal bole toh?.mere patiji chahte hai ki woh humesha unke liye tayyar rahe, toh unko mera bhosda aise hi achha lagta hai?, she said sounding convincing.
?Hmmm, bhosde pe baal toh samajh me aata hai ki tera mard tujhe chahta hai, par kaksh ka mujhe samajh nhi aata. khair chhod, tujhe kapde pehnwane me hi tujhe ghor maar-peeth karna pada, ab kaksh k baal p bhi tujhe kya maar-peeth karenge?, she said with a condescending smile at purva.
purva continued to eat as daadi maa talked some more about random things. Finally, purva managed to eat all the left-over rice and proceeded to leave.
?Kal milti hu daadi maa?, she said and once again touched her feet.
?Bye neecha, apna dhyaan rakhna, jaada mat chudwana apni pati se?, she said with a wink.
?Hehe, bye daadi maa?, said purva blushing at daadi maa?s adult words.
Finally she returned back to the milk booth, which was still empty except for Kabul was writing something in his accounts book.
?Haan bhabhi, aa gayi?kaisa laga pehla din? lagta hai thak gayi ho??
?Haan Kabul, bohot jaada?total 43 ghar hai yaar?, she said, getting off the cycle.
?Haan bhabhi, pura badan paseene aa gaye?, she said, suggestively biting his lips looking at her huge exposed melons.
purva playfully slapped at his shoulder.
?Hehe, achha bhabhi, sarpanch saheb ne bola ki roj tujhe free me doodh de de, toh yeh lo tere liye?, he said and handed her a can of milk.
?Can kal wapas kar dena, koi ni?, he said.
?Arre, thank you Kabul?. purva was pleasantly surprised. At least she got this much for all this strenous effort she thought. She then again, playfully kissed on Kabul?s cheek.
?Arre bhabhi, yeh baar baar mat karo tere se pyaar ho jayega?, said Kabul naughtily.
purva was by now a little horny with all the new humiliation on her first day as a doodhwali. She felt a little tipsy at this naughty teenager. Seeing that not many were around, she wanted to play a little. ?Achha, toh agar tujhe yeh dikhati hu, toh pyaar me doob jaoge aap toh?, she said, and lifted her skirt showing Kabul her bald pussy.
Kabul had of course, seen purva naked earlier, but this situation was just too sexy. Kabul?s eyes popped out as he mindlessly stared at purva?s tight snatch. ?Waah bhabhi, pehle achhe se nhi dekh paya, ab toh pagal ho gaya hu tera bhosda dekh ke?, he said smiling with lust.
?Haha, kaisa lag rha hai tumhe yeh dekh ke??, said purva urging him on more.
?Dekhne me toh bohot mazaa hai, agar choone ko mila toh sabse jaada mazaa hai?, he said smiling lustily at her.
?Mana thodi kiya maine?, she said, with a playful seductive look on her face.
Kabul for a moment could not believe in luck. He of course knew that purva was a whore, but this was just too unbelievable for him. He was getting a chance to touch an urban high class whore degraded to a low-life slut and that too her wet tight pussy. His hands shaking and trembling he touched purva?s pussy with his hands. ?Boht garam hai bhabhi tera choot?, he said, as he softly massaged it with his hands, not missing the opportunity to feel the beautiful thing in all possible ways. He kept massaging her cunt lips for a while, before inserting a finger in her. purva of course was loving this, but she wanted to tease the young lad. She wanted men to want her and fantasize about her nude body. She was greatly turned on by that.
Once his finger was inside her, she quickly retreated and dropped her skirt down. ?Bass bass, aaj k liye itna hi?yeh toh mera pehla din hai?, said purva seductively, much to Kabul disappointment.
?Arre bhabhi, aise thodi karegi tu?please ek baar aur khelne do naa uske saath?, he said.
?Arre kal wapas aungi na, tab kuch aur?pura fal ek hi din kha jaoge?, she winked at him.
?Toh ek kaam karo, kal 15-20 minute pehle aa jana, thoda khel lunga mein tere maal k saath?, he said lusting at purva?s exposed boobs once again.
?Achha? chalo dekhti hu, ab toh mein chali?mushtaq ji mere intezaar karte honge?.mera bhosda toh unka hai filhaal?, she said making sure to tease the young lad even more.
?Hahah, Mushtaq bhayya ka alag hi jannat hota hoga. agar tu meri biwi hoti na bhabhi, tujhe har pal me chodta hi rahunga, heehehe?, he said with a laugh.
purva blushed at his words. ?Pata hai mujhe?tum wahi karoge??, she said and turned to leave.
Kabul shouted from her behind again, ?please bhabhi kal thoda jaldi, bye?aaj toh mera haath se kaam chala lunga?, he said.
purva blushed at his words again. She turned to him and blew him a kiss and continued walking to her house. She was quite tired and horny, and she right away wanted to finish the ritual and then get fucked rough by her dear husband.
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