07-11-2022, 09:21 AM
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Mushtaq enjoyed how she was being objectified and enjoyed how perverted he felt about the whole thing. Nazir laid a hand on Purva’s head and beamed with happiness at Mushtaq’s gesture of asking his near-naked wife to bow him and touch his feet. He of course knew the whole backdrop of who Purva was and how she came from a rich background, and he loved how Mushtaq was humiliating his wife, asking her to bow down and touch the feet of a slum dweller. Nazir put his palm on her head and said, “chahta hu ki tumhare tan se mera bhai humesha k liye khush rahe, assalam alaykum randi”, while he lightly fiddled with Purva’s right boob and nipple. Purva blushed a little and as they turned around to leave, Nazir slapped Purva’s ass lightly over her transparent burkha. Nazir’s action elicited a round of laughter from the crowd as Purva turned around to give a shy and womanly smile to her perpetrator and waved a good-bye. It was certainly a unique lusty experience for Purva and her vagina continued to leak sex juices more and more.
As they got back on the cycle with Purva sitting in front of Mushtaq, Mushtaq said to Purva, “randi, tujhe ganda toh nhi laga na? Nazir thoda aisa hi hai…woh kuch bhi bol deta hai sab ke saamne”. Purva of course did not want to disappoint her husband by saying something that meant she wasn’t taking it in her stride. She of course was embarrassed at what Nazir had to say to her demeaningly in front of the cheap crowd and expected him to stay put in front of her husband, but of course that was the way it worked. And it pleased Mushtaq to see his whore being humiliated like that, and Purva knew he loved to see her in such situations. And it was not like she completely disliked it, she was sure she loved being humiliated like that, but just that it was too brazen. Of course, she knew Mushtaq had such kinks, and if he loved doing such things to feel happy, she would do it anyway. “Arre nhi Mushtaq ji, mujhe ganda nhi laga…achha hi laga…aap dono achhe dost ho?”. “Haan achhe hi dost hai…woh mere se 5-6 saal bada hai, aur hum bachpan se yahan rehte the, toh dosti toh ho jaati hai”. Purva was frankly quite fascinated that his husband knew all of them in the slums, and that made her a very important figure, quite literally, in the slums. It seemed like everyone in the slums knew of his marriage even though all had not attended it. It made her feel kind of special.
Mushtaq and Purva reached their home with Purva carrying the bag of chicken. Mushtaq left his cycle by the side of the house as he usually did and asked Purva to remove the burkha. Purva did so and asked her husband to hang it on the rope in such a way that the large wet patch was on the outside to the sun, so it would dry faster. Of course, Purva had an idea that she probably won’t be needing it later if they remained indoors throughout the party, but just in case, she would be needing it if they planned to take a stroll outside later.
After entering their abode, Mushtaq closed the door and proceeded kiss his wife on her lips and administered the usual slaps and gropes on his wife’s naked boobs and ass. The ride to and from the market had left both of them sweating, Purva even more than usual as she felt flimsy of not taking a bath today. She was glad the oil had dried up quite a bit owing to her secreting sex juices as she wiped them with her hands while her husband had her way with her for a couple of minutes. Mushtaq then proceeded to spread her legs wide right beside the door. He slapped her cunt roughly a couple of times while Purva tried to balance herself on account of the sudden lustful treatment by her hubby. Purva found herself becoming mute with euphoria as she just felt losing all of herself to Mushtaq and his rough exploiting acts as he finger-fucked her right there as she stood awkwardly trying to balance herself with the support from the door. Mushtaq gradually increased his pace and loved the look on his dear wife who was now on the verge of crying with happiness. She loved how speechless she was as she just looked into her husband’s eyes proud of the lust and desire for her that she invoked in him. Finally, after a minute of rough finger-fucking Purva subsided into oblivion, as she had her third orgasm of the day. She fell into Mushtaq’s arms as he kissed her again and again, smothering saliva all over her face. “Tujhe itna pyaar karta hu randi, mein”, he said and continued kissing her as Purva slowly regained her composure after the orgasm. “Thank you Mushtaq ji, mein aap ki hu aur mujhe isee jyaada pyaar chahiye”, she said with love and the couple hugged each other not caring for the sweat on each other with Mushtaq running his hands over his wife’s bare back and ass. “Mushtaq ji, 4 baj gaye hai abhi, aap ek kaam karo…bohot pasine aa rahe hai aap ko, aap naha lo…achha lagega aap ko, mein chali murgha tayyar karne aap ke doston k liye”, she said to her husband. “Thik hai raand, achha banana murgha, sajid ko bohot pasand hai…“. “Haan ji, zaroor”, she replied. Mushtaq proceeded to take a bath after kissing his wife one more time roughly on her lips. Purva blushed continuously as she took a strange and severe liking to her new married life and the lust her husband showered upon her. She wiped the saliva off of her face with her hands. She wasn’t sure how Mushtaq wanted her to be around the guests. She was almost sure that she wouldn’t have to wear anything as Mushtaq had already commanded her that she wasn’t supposed to wear anything at all inside the house, no matter what. So, she was almost sure she was going to remain naked for all of Mushtaq’s friends to see. But she was also not sure if Mushtaq would ask her to wash her face and put on some makeup for their friends. Of course, Sajid had already seen her naked and it wasn’t a big deal for her to be nude in front of him, but she did not know who the others would be. Sajid told her over phone that they hadn’t met her so she would probably be exhibiting her nude body to new men in the slums. She was certainly starting the exhibitionist side in her these days and the thought of having to be openly naked in front of cheap strangers she hadn’t met would be very erotic, she thought.
Unsure of what Mushtaq wanted her to do, Purva just washed her hands from her husband’s saliva on her face and the sex juices she was secreting continuously. She required her husband’s permission, as was outlined in the rules that Mushtaq had set for her, to wash any of her body parts, except her hands with water. So she just washed her hands with water and sat down to cook the raw chicken. She didn’t want to disappoint her husband or his friends and wanted to make sure that all was ready, spic and span and in time before their guests arrived.
As they got back on the cycle with Purva sitting in front of Mushtaq, Mushtaq said to Purva, “randi, tujhe ganda toh nhi laga na? Nazir thoda aisa hi hai…woh kuch bhi bol deta hai sab ke saamne”. Purva of course did not want to disappoint her husband by saying something that meant she wasn’t taking it in her stride. She of course was embarrassed at what Nazir had to say to her demeaningly in front of the cheap crowd and expected him to stay put in front of her husband, but of course that was the way it worked. And it pleased Mushtaq to see his whore being humiliated like that, and Purva knew he loved to see her in such situations. And it was not like she completely disliked it, she was sure she loved being humiliated like that, but just that it was too brazen. Of course, she knew Mushtaq had such kinks, and if he loved doing such things to feel happy, she would do it anyway. “Arre nhi Mushtaq ji, mujhe ganda nhi laga…achha hi laga…aap dono achhe dost ho?”. “Haan achhe hi dost hai…woh mere se 5-6 saal bada hai, aur hum bachpan se yahan rehte the, toh dosti toh ho jaati hai”. Purva was frankly quite fascinated that his husband knew all of them in the slums, and that made her a very important figure, quite literally, in the slums. It seemed like everyone in the slums knew of his marriage even though all had not attended it. It made her feel kind of special.
Mushtaq and Purva reached their home with Purva carrying the bag of chicken. Mushtaq left his cycle by the side of the house as he usually did and asked Purva to remove the burkha. Purva did so and asked her husband to hang it on the rope in such a way that the large wet patch was on the outside to the sun, so it would dry faster. Of course, Purva had an idea that she probably won’t be needing it later if they remained indoors throughout the party, but just in case, she would be needing it if they planned to take a stroll outside later.
After entering their abode, Mushtaq closed the door and proceeded kiss his wife on her lips and administered the usual slaps and gropes on his wife’s naked boobs and ass. The ride to and from the market had left both of them sweating, Purva even more than usual as she felt flimsy of not taking a bath today. She was glad the oil had dried up quite a bit owing to her secreting sex juices as she wiped them with her hands while her husband had her way with her for a couple of minutes. Mushtaq then proceeded to spread her legs wide right beside the door. He slapped her cunt roughly a couple of times while Purva tried to balance herself on account of the sudden lustful treatment by her hubby. Purva found herself becoming mute with euphoria as she just felt losing all of herself to Mushtaq and his rough exploiting acts as he finger-fucked her right there as she stood awkwardly trying to balance herself with the support from the door. Mushtaq gradually increased his pace and loved the look on his dear wife who was now on the verge of crying with happiness. She loved how speechless she was as she just looked into her husband’s eyes proud of the lust and desire for her that she invoked in him. Finally, after a minute of rough finger-fucking Purva subsided into oblivion, as she had her third orgasm of the day. She fell into Mushtaq’s arms as he kissed her again and again, smothering saliva all over her face. “Tujhe itna pyaar karta hu randi, mein”, he said and continued kissing her as Purva slowly regained her composure after the orgasm. “Thank you Mushtaq ji, mein aap ki hu aur mujhe isee jyaada pyaar chahiye”, she said with love and the couple hugged each other not caring for the sweat on each other with Mushtaq running his hands over his wife’s bare back and ass. “Mushtaq ji, 4 baj gaye hai abhi, aap ek kaam karo…bohot pasine aa rahe hai aap ko, aap naha lo…achha lagega aap ko, mein chali murgha tayyar karne aap ke doston k liye”, she said to her husband. “Thik hai raand, achha banana murgha, sajid ko bohot pasand hai…“. “Haan ji, zaroor”, she replied. Mushtaq proceeded to take a bath after kissing his wife one more time roughly on her lips. Purva blushed continuously as she took a strange and severe liking to her new married life and the lust her husband showered upon her. She wiped the saliva off of her face with her hands. She wasn’t sure how Mushtaq wanted her to be around the guests. She was almost sure that she wouldn’t have to wear anything as Mushtaq had already commanded her that she wasn’t supposed to wear anything at all inside the house, no matter what. So, she was almost sure she was going to remain naked for all of Mushtaq’s friends to see. But she was also not sure if Mushtaq would ask her to wash her face and put on some makeup for their friends. Of course, Sajid had already seen her naked and it wasn’t a big deal for her to be nude in front of him, but she did not know who the others would be. Sajid told her over phone that they hadn’t met her so she would probably be exhibiting her nude body to new men in the slums. She was certainly starting the exhibitionist side in her these days and the thought of having to be openly naked in front of cheap strangers she hadn’t met would be very erotic, she thought.
Unsure of what Mushtaq wanted her to do, Purva just washed her hands from her husband’s saliva on her face and the sex juices she was secreting continuously. She required her husband’s permission, as was outlined in the rules that Mushtaq had set for her, to wash any of her body parts, except her hands with water. So she just washed her hands with water and sat down to cook the raw chicken. She didn’t want to disappoint her husband or his friends and wanted to make sure that all was ready, spic and span and in time before their guests arrived.
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