16-11-2022, 09:39 AM
Purva as kaamwali and doodhwali, next what?
Purva dutifully woke up on time the next day. It was officially her 3rd day as the slum’s doodhwali. She felt nice about it. The slum women were now her friends, as she chatted about happily for a minute or so with each of them when delivering their milk. She felt it nice that they too could the animosity for Purva for appearing naked on the streets in front of them in the milk booth, and be friends with her. Even Sultana too seemed to slowly be friends with her. Of course they were not friends Purva, the whore who wandered out naked into the milk booth and as a result of which she was humiliated like never before on the streets. It was certainly something that had not happened any time earlier in Mastanpur’s history. It was a pivotal moment. So the slums women still detested the real Purva but were friends with Neecha, A character that was moulded out of Purva in the last few days. The humiliation of the whore along with the harsh rulings of the local panchayat transformed her character to a new utterly de-socialized version of the trash whore. That’s whom they were friends with. Purva did realise this, that if she ever made the mistake of exposing her privates in their presence would revert of their friendship.
As usual Purva delivered milk that day to the slum women. After that she would usually spend about 15 mins. at dadi maa’s place. purva certainly developed fondness to dadi maa, as she would joke around with Purva. It seemed to Purva that even dadi maa’s initial resentment she had when she appeared naked for the second time and when she took the brutal humiliation, was going away now. She would talk to her very jovially, unlike the other slum women. Of course, she couldn’t blame them because they were busy, whereas dadi maa was in her house all the time. So after delivering milk, she went to dadi maa’s. While dadi maa was preparing tea for them, Purva told her that she had accepted to be a temporary maid for Nasira bhabhi and Rashid ji, who were her husband’s idols. Purva didn’t really know why she found it necessary to tell this to dadi maa, but she did it anyway.
“achha, Nasira bhabhi k yahan? sahi hai neecha…Nasira bhabhi bohot achhi hai, tumhe bhi wahan kaam karne me mazaa aayega”, dadi maa said with a smile.
She also mentioned that she and Mushtaq were invited to their house yesterday and that’s when Nasira had talked to them about Purva being her kaamwali.
After some more chatter while having tea, Purva head to Nasira bhabhi’s house for her first day as the kaamwali.She hopped onto her cycle and reached the house in about 10 mins. Rashid ji opened the door.
“Arre wah purghi aao aao, tumhara hi intezaar tha“, he said ogling openly at her huge breasts in the tiny bra of hers.
Purva smiled brightly and bent on her knees to touch his feet. “Saalam Aaleykum Rashid ji”, she said still crouched.
“Salaam purghi utho utho, Nasira bhabhi tumhara hi intezaar kar rahi hai, andar jao”, he said. Discreetly though, he groped Purva’s tits in his hands while making her get up. When Purva looked at him shyly, he winked at her. Purva looked down blushed and went into the kitchen for Nasira bhabhi. Rashid smiled sheepishly, as he got a look of Purva’s behind as she walked. It was of course a very short one and also managed to cover very little of Purva’s rear. Her ass crack was slightly visible behind her, which Purva managed to cover by adjusting her skirt before as soon as she was out of Rashid’s line of sight. She knew Rashid would be having a good time looking at her exposed crack, so she purposely let the skirt show her ass crack and pulled it in time afterwards when she about to approach Nasira bhabhi.
“Aaja neecha”, she said, as Purva gave her a greeting as well, by dropping to her feet.
For the next hour, Nasira bhabhi guided her with all her chores. First she made Purva sweep the floor of the entire house. She guided her and corrected her whenever necessary. It was an easy job but Purva wasn’t really used to sweeping the floor spic and span. She would never do it at her house, but she had been doing so at her current house with Musthaq. But Nasira bhabhi wanted it done perfectly. After that, Nasira made Purva wipe the floor. This thing was particularly humiliating for Purva and she made her squat down. She had a bucket with water into which she would dump the cloth every time before maintaining the squat position and wipe floor with the cloth. It was certainly very degrading for Purva and the erotic experience of having to do such demeaning things for a woman in the slums was making her very damp in her loins. It was turning her on, as she was dripping wet in her cunt. Once that was done, Nasira bhabhi commanded her to clean the dishes after which she headed home, after getting fondled once again while leaving, by Rashid.
Once out of their home, Purva rubbed her skirt quickly over her pussy. Her humiliation fetish that she had acquired recently was doing wonders to her. She was so horny with the whole thing, that she longed to touch herself in there, of course Nasira bhabhi would never approve of it, even if Rashid ji did. Even after she came out, she did not want to get into trouble by getting caught rubbing her pussy in broad daylight in the richest locality of the slums. As it is, her dress was a little scandalous as per the panchayat ruling, and if anyone happened to notice her rubbing her bald pussy at that time, they would slap the shit out of her. So, she quickly hopped on to her cycle, and made her way back to her house. Of course, she had the daily ritual to look forward to, as well as her husband’s rough treatment and fucking the entire day.
Purva dutifully woke up on time the next day. It was officially her 3rd day as the slum’s doodhwali. She felt nice about it. The slum women were now her friends, as she chatted about happily for a minute or so with each of them when delivering their milk. She felt it nice that they too could the animosity for Purva for appearing naked on the streets in front of them in the milk booth, and be friends with her. Even Sultana too seemed to slowly be friends with her. Of course they were not friends Purva, the whore who wandered out naked into the milk booth and as a result of which she was humiliated like never before on the streets. It was certainly something that had not happened any time earlier in Mastanpur’s history. It was a pivotal moment. So the slums women still detested the real Purva but were friends with Neecha, A character that was moulded out of Purva in the last few days. The humiliation of the whore along with the harsh rulings of the local panchayat transformed her character to a new utterly de-socialized version of the trash whore. That’s whom they were friends with. Purva did realise this, that if she ever made the mistake of exposing her privates in their presence would revert of their friendship.
As usual Purva delivered milk that day to the slum women. After that she would usually spend about 15 mins. at dadi maa’s place. purva certainly developed fondness to dadi maa, as she would joke around with Purva. It seemed to Purva that even dadi maa’s initial resentment she had when she appeared naked for the second time and when she took the brutal humiliation, was going away now. She would talk to her very jovially, unlike the other slum women. Of course, she couldn’t blame them because they were busy, whereas dadi maa was in her house all the time. So after delivering milk, she went to dadi maa’s. While dadi maa was preparing tea for them, Purva told her that she had accepted to be a temporary maid for Nasira bhabhi and Rashid ji, who were her husband’s idols. Purva didn’t really know why she found it necessary to tell this to dadi maa, but she did it anyway.
“achha, Nasira bhabhi k yahan? sahi hai neecha…Nasira bhabhi bohot achhi hai, tumhe bhi wahan kaam karne me mazaa aayega”, dadi maa said with a smile.
She also mentioned that she and Mushtaq were invited to their house yesterday and that’s when Nasira had talked to them about Purva being her kaamwali.
After some more chatter while having tea, Purva head to Nasira bhabhi’s house for her first day as the kaamwali.She hopped onto her cycle and reached the house in about 10 mins. Rashid ji opened the door.
“Arre wah purghi aao aao, tumhara hi intezaar tha“, he said ogling openly at her huge breasts in the tiny bra of hers.
Purva smiled brightly and bent on her knees to touch his feet. “Saalam Aaleykum Rashid ji”, she said still crouched.
“Salaam purghi utho utho, Nasira bhabhi tumhara hi intezaar kar rahi hai, andar jao”, he said. Discreetly though, he groped Purva’s tits in his hands while making her get up. When Purva looked at him shyly, he winked at her. Purva looked down blushed and went into the kitchen for Nasira bhabhi. Rashid smiled sheepishly, as he got a look of Purva’s behind as she walked. It was of course a very short one and also managed to cover very little of Purva’s rear. Her ass crack was slightly visible behind her, which Purva managed to cover by adjusting her skirt before as soon as she was out of Rashid’s line of sight. She knew Rashid would be having a good time looking at her exposed crack, so she purposely let the skirt show her ass crack and pulled it in time afterwards when she about to approach Nasira bhabhi.
“Aaja neecha”, she said, as Purva gave her a greeting as well, by dropping to her feet.
For the next hour, Nasira bhabhi guided her with all her chores. First she made Purva sweep the floor of the entire house. She guided her and corrected her whenever necessary. It was an easy job but Purva wasn’t really used to sweeping the floor spic and span. She would never do it at her house, but she had been doing so at her current house with Musthaq. But Nasira bhabhi wanted it done perfectly. After that, Nasira made Purva wipe the floor. This thing was particularly humiliating for Purva and she made her squat down. She had a bucket with water into which she would dump the cloth every time before maintaining the squat position and wipe floor with the cloth. It was certainly very degrading for Purva and the erotic experience of having to do such demeaning things for a woman in the slums was making her very damp in her loins. It was turning her on, as she was dripping wet in her cunt. Once that was done, Nasira bhabhi commanded her to clean the dishes after which she headed home, after getting fondled once again while leaving, by Rashid.
Once out of their home, Purva rubbed her skirt quickly over her pussy. Her humiliation fetish that she had acquired recently was doing wonders to her. She was so horny with the whole thing, that she longed to touch herself in there, of course Nasira bhabhi would never approve of it, even if Rashid ji did. Even after she came out, she did not want to get into trouble by getting caught rubbing her pussy in broad daylight in the richest locality of the slums. As it is, her dress was a little scandalous as per the panchayat ruling, and if anyone happened to notice her rubbing her bald pussy at that time, they would slap the shit out of her. So, she quickly hopped on to her cycle, and made her way back to her house. Of course, she had the daily ritual to look forward to, as well as her husband’s rough treatment and fucking the entire day.
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