04-12-2022, 12:21 PM
The practise in the shed continued with the same level of passion and commitment from everyone and Purva was by now horny and sweating like crazy. She had never ever danced so much in her life and Irfan, being the strict master he was, took care of every detail and made her repeat certain steps entirely where he deemed fit. He commanded her to jump more energetically, shake her tits faster and heavier and drop to the ground with a thud multiple times on her back where it was necessary to show off her cunt to the audience. The lads on the other hand did not have any steps that had to show exorbitant energy levels like Purva. All their steps were just mostly feeling her up and slapping her parts or just casual steps. Of course, to Purva it made sense as the raand naach was essentially her show. People would come to see her nude and see her dance obscenely and no one would look at the lads.
With small breaks, Purva's first day of practise finally came to an end after about 5 hours of gruelling practise where she made to dance to 10 songs. She was so tired at the end of the practise, that she just dropped to the floor and slept on her back with her legs wide and gasping for breath from the extreme physical exertion she was made to go through by her master.
Irfan and the lads laughed a little as Purva fell onto the floor. Irfan came up to her and sat beside her as he rubbed his hands all over Purva's nude sweaty body.
"Kaisa lag rha hai randi?", he asked her.
"Master ji, main bohot jaada thak gayi hu, aur yeh bass 10 gaane tak hue hai aaj", she said still panting.
"Haan randi...koi baat nahi...tere me bohot aag hai...aur tu seekh legi...parr tujhe aur aag laana hoga. Samajh ki tu ek mard hai aur saare kapde pehn k naach rha hai...itna khulla aur besharm naachna hoga tujhe...jor se challang maar, jor se niche gir ja, jor se apne babbe hila. Har cheez me taakat laga, samjhi?", he said as he rubbed all over Purva's sweaty body.
"Thik h Master ji", she said as she composed herself. The lads of course enjoyed the view standing right in front of her exposed sex, as she shamelessly spread her legs wide from being tired. They were leering at her sweaty vagina and licking their lips in lust, as Purva blushed, feeling so womanly.
After a while Purva got up and put on her clothes back. "Randi yeh bass tera pehla din hai...issi liye main tujhe jadli chhod raha hu bass 5 ghante ke practise k baad. Kal se isse bhi jaada practise karna hoga, samjhi?", he said to her.
"Thik h master saab", said Purva as she once again dropped to her knees to touch her master's feet.
Irfan dropped Purva at Mushtaq's place on his way back and once again reminded her that she needed to put in more energy into each of her steps.
"Raand naach hai yeh...toh tujhe ek dum ek besharam randi k tarah naachna padega, samjhi na?", he said to her.
Purva nodded and said, "Haan master ji".
Her first day of practise was indeed very demanding, no doubt. From the looks of Irfan, she believed that she could do better and she was serious about it. She wanted to do her best for the raand naach, even if it meant dancing continuously with so much energy for hours on end. With that determination, after Mushtaq and Purva had sex after dinner, she told her husband that she would dutifully put him to sleep when Mushtaq would cuddle with her and have fun with her parts and after that she would just move to the kitchen area and redo her steps that she learnt in the morning session. Mushtaq loved how committed his whore was for doing her best for the raand naach. "Jaroor meri raand, kyu nahi...", he said as he kissed her lips roughly with lust before going to sleep.
Purva then got out of the bed and moved to the kitchen area where there was enough space for her to practise the steps again, that she had learnt in the morning with her master. She didn't want to turn the light on lest it wake up her husband from his sleep. So without switching on the light, she recollected the steps and worked on improving them.
Just like Irfan wanted, she squatted more, shook her tits more, jumped higher and thrusted her pelvis more. She focused on showing great energy in each of her steps characteristic of a whore's shameless dance. Once she realised how good she was getting at it, she attained more and more confidence. She imagined hundreds of cheap local men shouting and clapping at her whorish steps filled with obscenity and ridiculousness. She also made sure her expressions came out perfectly. She bit her lips like a trashy prostitute, slapped at her own tits when required, and smiled like a shameless slut. She practised for an hour or so repeating each of her steps till she felt satisfied, moving on to the next. She was coming to love it and how it made her feel. She was feeling her soul, that of a true characterless whore only existing to satisfy the lustful and perverted desires of all the lustful men of Mastanpur.
She was sweating all over and panting again, but such was her determination. Still completely nude, after practising for an hour, she kissed on her husband's cheek and proceeded to sleep on the ground so as to not dirty the bed with her raand naach sweat. She was so tired having danced like a stupid slut for a total of more than 6 hours that day and she drifted to sleep in a minute.
With small breaks, Purva's first day of practise finally came to an end after about 5 hours of gruelling practise where she made to dance to 10 songs. She was so tired at the end of the practise, that she just dropped to the floor and slept on her back with her legs wide and gasping for breath from the extreme physical exertion she was made to go through by her master.
Irfan and the lads laughed a little as Purva fell onto the floor. Irfan came up to her and sat beside her as he rubbed his hands all over Purva's nude sweaty body.
"Kaisa lag rha hai randi?", he asked her.
"Master ji, main bohot jaada thak gayi hu, aur yeh bass 10 gaane tak hue hai aaj", she said still panting.
"Haan randi...koi baat nahi...tere me bohot aag hai...aur tu seekh legi...parr tujhe aur aag laana hoga. Samajh ki tu ek mard hai aur saare kapde pehn k naach rha hai...itna khulla aur besharm naachna hoga tujhe...jor se challang maar, jor se niche gir ja, jor se apne babbe hila. Har cheez me taakat laga, samjhi?", he said as he rubbed all over Purva's sweaty body.
"Thik h Master ji", she said as she composed herself. The lads of course enjoyed the view standing right in front of her exposed sex, as she shamelessly spread her legs wide from being tired. They were leering at her sweaty vagina and licking their lips in lust, as Purva blushed, feeling so womanly.
After a while Purva got up and put on her clothes back. "Randi yeh bass tera pehla din hai...issi liye main tujhe jadli chhod raha hu bass 5 ghante ke practise k baad. Kal se isse bhi jaada practise karna hoga, samjhi?", he said to her.
"Thik h master saab", said Purva as she once again dropped to her knees to touch her master's feet.
Irfan dropped Purva at Mushtaq's place on his way back and once again reminded her that she needed to put in more energy into each of her steps.
"Raand naach hai yeh...toh tujhe ek dum ek besharam randi k tarah naachna padega, samjhi na?", he said to her.
Purva nodded and said, "Haan master ji".
Her first day of practise was indeed very demanding, no doubt. From the looks of Irfan, she believed that she could do better and she was serious about it. She wanted to do her best for the raand naach, even if it meant dancing continuously with so much energy for hours on end. With that determination, after Mushtaq and Purva had sex after dinner, she told her husband that she would dutifully put him to sleep when Mushtaq would cuddle with her and have fun with her parts and after that she would just move to the kitchen area and redo her steps that she learnt in the morning session. Mushtaq loved how committed his whore was for doing her best for the raand naach. "Jaroor meri raand, kyu nahi...", he said as he kissed her lips roughly with lust before going to sleep.
Purva then got out of the bed and moved to the kitchen area where there was enough space for her to practise the steps again, that she had learnt in the morning with her master. She didn't want to turn the light on lest it wake up her husband from his sleep. So without switching on the light, she recollected the steps and worked on improving them.
Just like Irfan wanted, she squatted more, shook her tits more, jumped higher and thrusted her pelvis more. She focused on showing great energy in each of her steps characteristic of a whore's shameless dance. Once she realised how good she was getting at it, she attained more and more confidence. She imagined hundreds of cheap local men shouting and clapping at her whorish steps filled with obscenity and ridiculousness. She also made sure her expressions came out perfectly. She bit her lips like a trashy prostitute, slapped at her own tits when required, and smiled like a shameless slut. She practised for an hour or so repeating each of her steps till she felt satisfied, moving on to the next. She was coming to love it and how it made her feel. She was feeling her soul, that of a true characterless whore only existing to satisfy the lustful and perverted desires of all the lustful men of Mastanpur.
She was sweating all over and panting again, but such was her determination. Still completely nude, after practising for an hour, she kissed on her husband's cheek and proceeded to sleep on the ground so as to not dirty the bed with her raand naach sweat. She was so tired having danced like a stupid slut for a total of more than 6 hours that day and she drifted to sleep in a minute.
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