19-11-2022, 10:34 AM
Purva meets more people now [Part 4]
Fakir Chowk was about 4-5 km away from Mushtaq's house. It seemed to be a part of the better societies of the slums. Purva guessed that maybe Hussain could not get hold of a place in the cheaper parts of the slum for them to practice for the raand naach. Once near the shed, they could hear murmurs from inside it.
Mushtaq said, "Yahi hoga...chal utar jaa randi".
Purva hopped off the cycle anticipating her meeting with new men. It was truly another hot experience for her as it was known to everyone that she was going to dance naked. The look of the shed made her get weak in her loins. She was indeed going to be naked in that dingy little shed for all the new men to see. It was going to be a great sexperience. Mushtaq too got of the cycle as he left it resting on the shed as both Purva and Mushtaq proceeded inside the shed.
"Arre aa gaye...aao aao Mushtaq aur purghi, aao", Hussain welcomed them.
Mushtaq held his hand around Purva's waist as they stepped inside the dingy shed. The shed was indeed pretty tiny, adding up to not more than 5 meters by 5 meters in area. The ground was just muddy but most of it was covered with an old dusty carpet. Purva guessed that the shed was probably used as a storehouse or dumper of some sorts by the local residents before Hussain turned it around into a place where she could practice for her raand naach.
Purva looked up and noticed the stares of all the new men she was going to spend considerable time with in the coming few days.
"Randi, yeh lo main inhe tumse milwa do", said Hussain.
He then pointed to Irfan, "Yeh hai Irfan saheb tera dance master. Bagal ke Shaktipoor gaav me yeh rehte hai...yeh tujhe dance sikhayange, inko salaam dena", said Hussain.
Purva obediently taking the cue from Hussain walked up to Irfan and dropped to her feet, "Assalam Waaleykum Irfan ji" and touched his feet.
Irfan of course knew Purva's background from Hussain, but he could not believe such an obedient and disciplined urban whore who was willing to even touch a slum man's feet. It was of course a moment of perverted joy for Irfan as he was experiencing such a thing for the first time. Of course Irfan could also see through Purva's transparent burkha into her silly bra and skirt that she wore inside. It was surely turning him on, and he loved how docile Purva behaved.
"Salaam naach raand, utho", he said, as he touched her shoulders.
Purva was of course getting turned on with the humiliation. She was openly being called naach raand by a guy she had just met. Of course, she couldn't really expect better, could she? She was going to dance nude on stage in front of countless men, and these men right there, whom she was surrounded with were going to help her do just that.
Irfan was a dark colored guy and he seemed like he was really from the slums, honestly. He had a certain characteristic persona to him that seemed really rustic to Purva. He was also tall but lean unlike Hussain who had a good build. Hussain then introduced Purva to the young lads, there were 5 of them in total who seemed to be in their 20s. Purva politely smiled at them even though she caught a couple of them staring deep into her exposed boobs through her transparent burkha much to their satisfaction.
Purva of course was informed before hand by Hussain that Irfan and these lads would be here. But along with them, there was also one other guy whom Purva noticed. Hussain introduced him to Purva as Abdul. Abdul was a short guy who was in his 30s but seemed much older given his bald head. He also had a weird and funny looking pot-belly that forced his trouser way below his stomach in a funny way. "Randi, tumhe 4-5 gaane pe naachne k baad break chahiye hoga na...toh Abdul saheb kuch shayaari wayaari me lage rahenge uss time pe". So, basically this pot-bellied funny looking guy going by the name of Abdul was going to be a kind of a filler in between Purva's raand naach, when she would need some rest. Good for her, she thought. Since he too seemed older than her and also because by the look in his eyes, he deeply wished Purva bowed down to him, Purva dropped to her knees like an obedient slave. "Assalam Waaleykum Abdul ji", she said much to his delight. "Salaam naach raand", he too said taking the cue from Irfan. Purva got up and politely smiled at him and went back to Mushtaq who held her again by her waist much to Purva's comfort. She wasn't really uncomfortable, but it was kind of awkward as she was under the gaze of so many new men she had just met, but the whole thing did make her damp in her loins. It was such a hot and alternative experience that she was being made to go through already and she wasn't even sure what was going to come next.
As if reading her thoughts, Hussain then said, "Randi ab tu ek kaam kar, saare kapde utaar de...Irfan saheb dekhenge raandnaach k liye nangi ho kar kaise lagegi tu".
Fakir Chowk was about 4-5 km away from Mushtaq's house. It seemed to be a part of the better societies of the slums. Purva guessed that maybe Hussain could not get hold of a place in the cheaper parts of the slum for them to practice for the raand naach. Once near the shed, they could hear murmurs from inside it.
Mushtaq said, "Yahi hoga...chal utar jaa randi".
Purva hopped off the cycle anticipating her meeting with new men. It was truly another hot experience for her as it was known to everyone that she was going to dance naked. The look of the shed made her get weak in her loins. She was indeed going to be naked in that dingy little shed for all the new men to see. It was going to be a great sexperience. Mushtaq too got of the cycle as he left it resting on the shed as both Purva and Mushtaq proceeded inside the shed.
"Arre aa gaye...aao aao Mushtaq aur purghi, aao", Hussain welcomed them.
Mushtaq held his hand around Purva's waist as they stepped inside the dingy shed. The shed was indeed pretty tiny, adding up to not more than 5 meters by 5 meters in area. The ground was just muddy but most of it was covered with an old dusty carpet. Purva guessed that the shed was probably used as a storehouse or dumper of some sorts by the local residents before Hussain turned it around into a place where she could practice for her raand naach.
Purva looked up and noticed the stares of all the new men she was going to spend considerable time with in the coming few days.
"Randi, yeh lo main inhe tumse milwa do", said Hussain.
He then pointed to Irfan, "Yeh hai Irfan saheb tera dance master. Bagal ke Shaktipoor gaav me yeh rehte hai...yeh tujhe dance sikhayange, inko salaam dena", said Hussain.
Purva obediently taking the cue from Hussain walked up to Irfan and dropped to her feet, "Assalam Waaleykum Irfan ji" and touched his feet.
Irfan of course knew Purva's background from Hussain, but he could not believe such an obedient and disciplined urban whore who was willing to even touch a slum man's feet. It was of course a moment of perverted joy for Irfan as he was experiencing such a thing for the first time. Of course Irfan could also see through Purva's transparent burkha into her silly bra and skirt that she wore inside. It was surely turning him on, and he loved how docile Purva behaved.
"Salaam naach raand, utho", he said, as he touched her shoulders.
Purva was of course getting turned on with the humiliation. She was openly being called naach raand by a guy she had just met. Of course, she couldn't really expect better, could she? She was going to dance nude on stage in front of countless men, and these men right there, whom she was surrounded with were going to help her do just that.
Irfan was a dark colored guy and he seemed like he was really from the slums, honestly. He had a certain characteristic persona to him that seemed really rustic to Purva. He was also tall but lean unlike Hussain who had a good build. Hussain then introduced Purva to the young lads, there were 5 of them in total who seemed to be in their 20s. Purva politely smiled at them even though she caught a couple of them staring deep into her exposed boobs through her transparent burkha much to their satisfaction.
Purva of course was informed before hand by Hussain that Irfan and these lads would be here. But along with them, there was also one other guy whom Purva noticed. Hussain introduced him to Purva as Abdul. Abdul was a short guy who was in his 30s but seemed much older given his bald head. He also had a weird and funny looking pot-belly that forced his trouser way below his stomach in a funny way. "Randi, tumhe 4-5 gaane pe naachne k baad break chahiye hoga na...toh Abdul saheb kuch shayaari wayaari me lage rahenge uss time pe". So, basically this pot-bellied funny looking guy going by the name of Abdul was going to be a kind of a filler in between Purva's raand naach, when she would need some rest. Good for her, she thought. Since he too seemed older than her and also because by the look in his eyes, he deeply wished Purva bowed down to him, Purva dropped to her knees like an obedient slave. "Assalam Waaleykum Abdul ji", she said much to his delight. "Salaam naach raand", he too said taking the cue from Irfan. Purva got up and politely smiled at him and went back to Mushtaq who held her again by her waist much to Purva's comfort. She wasn't really uncomfortable, but it was kind of awkward as she was under the gaze of so many new men she had just met, but the whole thing did make her damp in her loins. It was such a hot and alternative experience that she was being made to go through already and she wasn't even sure what was going to come next.
As if reading her thoughts, Hussain then said, "Randi ab tu ek kaam kar, saare kapde utaar de...Irfan saheb dekhenge raandnaach k liye nangi ho kar kaise lagegi tu".
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