14-11-2022, 11:02 AM
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.
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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