Episode 59
Karim then came forward and said, "bhabhi isko ya toh chunni jaise pehn jaise tu ne abhi pehna ya tu isko aise bhi pehn sakti ho...". Saying so he removed the cloth off her and folded it once. He then asked Purva toh raise her hands up, acknowledging her beautiful boobs that hung perfectly in that posture and also the obscene hair that jut out of her armpits. He then adjusted the cloth so that it covered her nipples completely and then tied it at the back. He looked at his work and beamed with joy. In that outfit Purva looked so slutty and whorish. The top if you could call it that managed to cover her nipples completely, but left quite a little to imagination as far as her boobs were concerned. They showed off her big boobs in a very hot way, and Purva too liked the creativity of Karim. It was effectively a boob-top. The whole package looked extremely raunchy and the men's faces showed that they definitely loved her attire.
Ghafur chacha looked at Purva and even at that age, it gave him a boner. The sight that stood in front of him was not something he had ever seen throughout his life. In that outfit Purva looked like a cheap, trashy road-side prostitute. While lusting at her, he said "Mushtaq, purghi ko aise mere bete ke cigarette aur bidi shop me bitha dete hai...sales bohot badh jayenge. Agar isse koi naukri chahiye hoga toh jaroor mujhe batana...", he said with an honest smile. Mushtaq said, "ji chacha, iss avatar me meri raand kahi bhi jayegi, wahan sales badhenge", saying that Mushtaq came forward and started to lick his wife's lips openly in front of Ghafur chacha and Karim.
Purva though surprised at his actions in front of his friends loved the moment and reciprocated the kiss, as Mushtaq held Purva tightly by her waist from behind. He then broke the kiss and said out loudly, "isko pyaar dena padega mujhe lag rha hai...", as he slapped her face a couple of times. Karim said, "hahaha, lagta hai Mushtaq bhayya ko mood aa gya jor se purghi ko aise dekh k...chalo fir achha hua aaj aap yahan aaye aur khushi se jayene", he said and smiled at Mushtaq. Purva felt as womanly as possible as Mushtaq expressed openly that he would take her home and fuck her for good. She quickly checked out all her front, rear and side profiles once again and decided that she had come to like the dress in the end. She was skeptical initially owing to Karim’s limited skills, but then he had done a fine job, she thought. She also felt she was unnecessarily fidgety towards him, and so when Karim asked Purva for a couple of snaps on his phone, she instantly agreed. Karim took a few snaps with the boob-top on and a few without it showing off her lovely boobs.
Purva then removed her skirt untying the knot of the string. While she was naked Karim managed to click a few more snaps of Purva completely in the nude. Purva didn’t mind really and passed a shy smile towards him. Mushtaq too didn’t seem to mind as he smiled at the naughty Karim gratuitously. Purva thanked both Karim and Ghafur chacha once again for the skirt, her flashy heels and the boob-top. Before leaving, Purva came forward and touched Ghafur chacha's feet once again to bid farewell. Ghafur was of course worked up with the shameless show that Purva had put on for all of them in the dingy little hut, and so he used both his old hands to pinch Purva's nipples. Not expecting such a reaction from the old man, Purva's face turned from that of a surprise to a friendly and naughty pout. He then let her tits free and said, "kabhi kabhi aate rehna loudi yahan pe, aise faltu kapde se sila ke tere liye aise hi aur khoob saare cheeze bangenge..". purva loved how Ghafur chacha took the liberty to call her as he wished. "Jaroor aungi chacha, aap ka tabiyat thik rakhna, milti hu fir se."
She then went and stood before Karim. She implicitly assumed that Karim would want to play with her tits too. When she stood in front of him, Karim said, "bhabhi, pehle mujhe thoda darr ho rha tha, par abhi me pooche bina nhi reh sakta...ek baar aapke nange stann ko achhe se choona chahta hu", he said. All of them let out a gentle laugh hearing Karim's words. Purva of course readily accepted. She removed her burkha once again and dropped it on the floor, and said "jo karna hai karo inn se parr pyaar se...jor se nhi", she said with a smile. As soon as Purva removed her burkha, Karim held her beautiful boobs in his hands and started bobbling them up and down. He then pulled her nipples for a while as all of them including laughed at Karim's weird ways of lusting at Purva's boobs. He licked them for a good 4-5 minutes and finally said..."chal purghi, ab tujhe chodd deta hu Mushtaq ji k liye". Purva gave him a playful slap on his chest and proceeded to wear her burkha. She then touched Karim's feet and bid farewell to them.
And after once again touching both of their feet for blessings, Mushtaq and Purva bid farewell to them and rode back to their house.
Back at their place, Purva as usual removed her burkha outside their house. A few people were walking on the streets, but Purva really didn’t mind as it was only for a split second. She quickly removed the burkha, passed it to Mushtaq and then entered the house naked. Once inside, Purva urged Mushtaq to fuck her roughly, “please Mushtaq ji, mujhe aap ka pyaar chahiye”, she begged. Mushtaq ji said, “Meri raand, tujhe mera pyaar jaroor dunga, par abhi nhi, khaane k baad. Aaj mein tumhe neeche ragad ke chodunga”. Saying that he made Purva spread her legs wide and said, “Abhi bass isse kaam chalayenge”, and he proceeded to finger fuck her roughly with two of his fingers. Purva held onto Mushtaq’s shoulders as he devastatingly fucked her wife’s dear pussy with his fingers.
Slapping roughly on her face multiple times, he spit on her continuously on her face completely savaging her. After a while, Purva reached the usual euphoric state that was by now pretty common to her. She was giggling with happiness in a mad state of pain and pleasure administered perfectly by his dear husband Mushtaq. Her orgasm lasted about 10 seconds when Mushtaq roughly slapped her face and cunt mercilessly. Finally, Purva’s orgasm came to a halt as she mindlessly fell on to the bed completely satisfied. Mushtaq turned her on her back on the bed and widened her legs, so that her red ravaged pussy was visible to him. Purva closed her eyes and fell into a torpor as a result of the treatment she received. Mushtaq slapped her once again on her wet cunt while she was asleep that evoked a squeal from Purva in her sleep. He was just loving it, and he felt like the happiest man on earth subjecting Purva to such demeaning treatment. Her face was still wet with his spit and he loved how Purva let him do anything and everything to her. Seeing the red pussy, he felt the kink of spitting on it, and so while his wife was asleep, Mushtaq spit a couple of globules softly on her pussy. The spit settled in her cunt unevenly, but the obscene sight of his dear wife’s pussy all disturbed was a sight to behold. Mushtaq left her to get rejuvenated and went on to do some chores in the house.
After about 30 minutes, Purva woke up and lovingly ruffled her husband’s hair who was sitting on the ground beside her watching tv. Mushtaq turned around and they both shared a deep rough passionate kiss that involved Mushtaq biting into Purva’s lips with utmost lust. Purva said, “thank you Mushtaq ji”, as her eyes were red with love and pleasure from the kiss. “Thank you kyu bol rhi hai meri raand?”, Mushtaq asked her while he pinched both her nipples. “Aise hi, bolne ka mann kiya”, she said and proceeded to plant another lip kiss to Mushtaq. “Aaja, tera bhosda ko thoda maalish kar deta hu“, he said. “Par khaane ke baad pyaar nhi karoge?”, she asked making a cute pout. Mushtaq slapped her hard on her tits with lust, he loved it when Purva did such things when she looked really slutty. “Kyu nhi karunga meri randi, bilkul karunga…tel ke upar se tera bhosda ko khaunga aaj”, saying that he laughed in a mock villain tone and lifted the naked Purva off of the bed and placed her on the ground. The couple then shared a romantic session where Mushtaq lovingly massaged his sexy wife on her bald pussy which was exploited roughly a while back. Purva loved being massaged by Mushtaq on her pussy, not only because it felt good on her vagina, but also because of how lovely the activity was. She always loved a guy to massage her vagina, and the special bond she shared with Mushtaq made her love it even more.
After lunch, the couple once again got back to work, this time on the ground. The hard surface made it difficult for them copulate, and even more so for Purva as during their fucking sessions, Mushtaq would lie on top of Purva and fuck her from behind. He once told her that her pussy would become really tight in such a pose and that it gave him maximum pleasure, even though he could not see her face and boobs. Purva found it really uncomfortable to do it on the hard ground as she felt her boobs being crushed roughly to the ground on account of Mushtaq’s weight, but since Mushtaq wanted to fuck her that way, she did not say anything. Mushtaq loved the way Purva let him fuck her. Her oily pussy was making the sex even great as Mushtaq could easily penetrate his wife’s beautiful love pot. He finally came deep inside her and the couple exhausted after the love session dozed to sleep right there on the floor with Mushtaq tightly grabbing his wife boobs.
They were very tired from all the rough sex when the slept and so when they woke up and saw that the time was 7 pm, they weren’t really surprised. The couple spent some time watching tv as Purva poured a glass of rum for his husband upon his instructions. Purva sat beside her hubby as Mushtaq consumed rum slowly enjoying his wife’s luscious breasts. They were talking about random things as Purva was nonchalantly lying on her husband’s chest with her hands on top of his, while he pinched and played with her nipples.
As the night was nearing, Purva was anxious about what to do the next morning at the milk booth. She had earlier decided to follow Mushtaq’s suggestion of going to booth naked and be fearless in talking to the slum women. There was no doubt that, as Mushtaq said, the slum women were pretty rustic and they wouldn’t mind getting into a fight. The way they looked at her with cheapness and absolute disgust was enough proof that she was quite unaccepted for her behavior as a whore, and also how she was near naked in public. She felt that if she strolled out completely naked, the women would treat her severely, given how that young woman Sultana had openly slapped her in front of all.
So in spite of agreeing to Mushtaq’s suggestion, she approached her husband once again as he was mauling his tits to reconsider the matter.
“Mushtaq ji, mujhe kal nangi jaane me darr lag rha hai…”
“Arre randi, tu fir uske baare me soch rhi hai kya?”, he said and turned her so that they were sitting face-to-face.
“Haan Mushtaq ji, aap ne sahi bola, yeh aurat bohot khatarnaak hai…agar mein puri nangi jaungi toh sab mil ke meri maar peeth kar lenge, aur itne auratein honge toh mein wapas ladh bhi nhi sakti”
“Haan, woh mein maanta hu ki tu wapas nhi ladh sakti, par mein bol rha hu ki aise thodi na ho jayega yaar. Tu unko samjha ki tujhe humesha nangi rehna pasand hai, aur bol ki ab tera mard hai aur bass woh tera bhosada ka lega. Usse bol ki tu yeh randibaazi paise k liye nhi karti, aise nhi hai na ki mein roj tujhe chodd k tujhe paise deta hu?”
“Nhi Mushtaq ji, aisi baat nhi hai…mein bass iss baat pe darr rhi hu ki agar puri nangi ho kar jaungi toh unko bilkul achha nhi lagega…”
“Pagal randi, iss baat pe thodi na darte hai…meine yeh hi bola na, tu bina darre unhe jawab de aur woh log kuch nhi karenge. Ab agar tu jhukegi, toh sach mein tujhe bahar jaane pe har waqt sahi kapde pehnne padenge…ab usme thodi mazaa hai, kyun? Unn auraton ko bina darre khul k bol ki tujhe sab k saamne nangi rehna pasand hai aur tu aise hi rahegi… Tu agar darti darti jawab degi toh unhe aur ghamandi aa jayegi. Aur agar sahi me tumhari maar peet kar liya toh khatam hai, hum seedhe sarpanch k yahan jaake sab bata denge. kahani khatam, samjhi randi?”
“Hmm”, she finally seemed a little convinced. “Thik h”.
Mushtaq again started to slap and pinch her tits and said, “Ab uske baare me soch mat jaada, bass nangi chali jaa kal subah aur bina dare baat kar unse aur chup chaap apna doodh le aa, samjhi?”
“Haan ji thik h”, said Purva. She decided that now, there was no turning back. She felt that she had given it enough thought and she decided to do it. She was going to put a point forth tomorrow and fight the slum women if anything happens.
As they settled in for the night after dinner, the couple had their usual fucking session that lasted about half an hour. Purva then washed her pussy clean as Mushtaq changed into his lungi and the couple talked for a long time before going to sleep. Purva loved how loved she felt in her husband’s presence. The couple dozed off to sleep as Mushtaq as usual tightly grabbed his wife’s parts. Mushtaq loved to do that when asleep, and so Purva loved it too. Tomorrow was a big day for her and she went to sleep with her husband all over her.
The next morning, Purva woke up on time at 7PM sharp. Mushtaq was still wide asleep. As usual she got out of her husband’s love clutches and went to do her chores. She once again thought about the strategy she was going to apply to deal with the slum women. She was going to nonchalantly get in the queue completely nude. She will remain confident, and if anyone happens to rebuke her for her nakedness in public, she was going to just tell them that she likes to be naked for all and sundry to see and that there’s nothing they were going to do about it. She repeated her husband’s words in her mind, “DARR MAT!”. As she wasn’t allowed to brush or even wash her face, she simply picked up her can. She kissed her dear husband who was still sleeping happily and moved out of the house in all her nakedness.
For a split second, when Purva saw the burkha, she was tempted to wear it and go to get the milk. But then, she thought there was no point in doing that. The burkha did nothing to hide her modesty anyway and if the situation didn’t go well, she wouldn’t be spared even for the burkha, so she decided against it. With sheer resolution, she made her way to the milk booth all naked. As she walked, the people on the road were taken aback. People commented on her with things like “iske babbe dekh, kitne bade hai” and “iska bhosda ka mazaa alag hi hoga”, ridiculed her and some even shouted out loud calling her names like “duniya ki sabse besharmi randi” quite openly. She of course didn’t mind all that, as all of them were ultimately men who didn’t object to her running naked anywhere in the slums. She even blew a few of them kisses shamelessly, maintaining her resolve of dealing with the slum women. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was pounding like crazy. She was feeling very anxious about how it would turn out.
Finally the time had come when she was in the eye sight of the slum women waiting in the queue. As soon as they realized that Purva was strutting down naked to join the queue, a bunch of women walked towards her suspending their wait in the queue. From a distance, she could see that they were about 8-9 of them and they were all clumsily dressed slum workers, except that there were fully covered, while Purva was fully naked. She was concerned about what might transpire given that so many women were walking towards her, but she tried to keep her cool. As they neared her, she felt a little relieved that Sultana wasn’t one of them. All the women looked pretty young except for one who seemed to be leading the pack.
“Yeh kya hai? kuch mazaak chal rha hai kya?”, the woman, who was probably around 45 asked her in a rebuking tone.
“Kya hua?”, Purva asked, trying to sound assertive.
“Yeh nanga avatar kya hai? Apni ghar samjhi hai kya lodi? Sharam nhi aati tujhe bina kapde k ghoomne aise sab k saamne? Tu aurat hai ya kya hai?”
“Arre didi aurat toh dur ki baat hai, yeh toh insaan hi nhi hai, yeh ek kuttiya hai jo din raat chuddti rehti hai kisi se bhi, 1 rupayee ki raand hai yeh…”, said one of the younger women.
Purva was beginning to feel threatened as she felt cornered and did not find any male around who could support her for being completely nude out in the open infront of everyone. She managed to gather her courage and said, “Mein tumhare jaise hi aurat hu, parr mujhe sab k saamne aise nanga ghoomna bohot pasand hai, aur mein hamesha aise hi rahungi…aap logon ko kya problem hai?”
*slap*
One of the younger women slapped her hard on her right cheek. “Kya boli randi? Humare jaise aurat? tu toh randi hai, hum paise wale nhi hai parr kam se kam ijjat toh hai humare paas. tu toh lodi bina ijjat ke apna bhosda aur gaand khol k chalti hai sadak pe, aur koi bhi mard tere andar bachha paida kar sakta hai…”, saying so, she spat roughly right at purva’s face, the spit depositing a big globule near her eyes.
Purva could feel herself unable to take control of the situation. Gradually more slum women reached the spot and there were about 12 of them all around purva.
One of the younger women looked angrily at Purva and said, “Sadina, rehne de…iss neech pe thukne bhi nhi chahiye, kam se kam sadak pe kuch hoga thuk se, iske muh pe thuko toh kya hi hoga”. Saying so she proceeded to deliver two hard slaps to purva, one on her left cheek and one on her right cheek.
karle apne badan ko, randi kahin ki”, she shouted towards Purva. Purva was now slowly regaining her physical and mental energy after the rough humiliation she was subjected to. There were people all around her, some even men by now who had probably witnessed the whole destruction. It was utmost humiliating to Purva as she sat there helplessly on the muddy ground as the old woman poured water on her body without touching her to get rid of the spit by the slum women in front of so many people. Purva slowly rubbed her hands over her body to get rid of the spit deposits on her entire body. She washed her eyes too and she began to feel a little better. Dadi maa then gave her a hand so that she could get up and gave her the can of milk. She then said with utmost disgust, “Ab jaa aur aise nanga kabhi mat ghoomna, jaa”, she said as she dropped the mug angrily into the bucket of water and left the scene.
Some of the slum women who were still present there hurled verbal abuses at Purva again. Purva timidly turned back to leave the spot. Her face and boobs were still crimson red from the hardcore treatment by the slum women. She was still wet and she managed to walk as quickly as possible so that she could reach her home. Once inside she quickly closed the door behind her. Mushtag was still sleeping snoring happily, as she fell to the floor all naked, and continued to cry.
Purva was now beginning to realize how stupid she was in thinking that she could overpower the slum women. They seemed absolutely invincible and Purva seemed to find it difficult to say just anything. Tears now started rolling down Purva’s eyes as the women continued to debase her.
“Iss loudi ki ijjat hi nhi hai, meine dekha isko uss din market me, bina sharam ki rehti hai bilkul”, said one of the younger women, as she too gargled and spit right at her face. Seeing her all the ladies did the same thing as they gargled spit from deep in their stomachs and spat right onto Purva’s face. The humiliation that Purva was being subjected to was beyond her imagination as woman after woman continued to insult her.
“Isko randi ko aise nhi, tu ek kaam karr, Sultana ko bula, woh iski mu todh degi toh isse samajh aayega, besharm kutti”, one of the women said. More and more women joined in as all of them started to slap and spit at Purva as they deemed fit. One of the women who just joined the group saw the situation and passed an amused laugh. “Achha, yeh hi hai kya woh aurat, loudi aaj toh puri nangi ho ke aayi hai…”, saying so she barged into the front of the group and started slapping Purva continuously, delivering each blow harder that the previous. After about 5 slaps on both her cheeks, she then proceeded to slap her hanging boobs roughly, much to the amusement of the slum women. By now, Purva had definitely lost her will to fight, and she realized that she could definitely not talk her way out of this.
As more and more women continued to slap her as they saw fit, she was being spit all over her body. The group had now become bigger and it grew to almost a couple of dozen women. Finally, Sultana came and the expression on her face said it all. She was happy for how she looked and she spit directly into her mouth. She then said, “Kal toh bach gayi loudi tu, aaj toh tujhe itna marungi mein, ki tu nahayegi bhi kapde pehen k, besharmi jaanwar”. Saying so she proceeded to slap her extremely hard on both her cheeks. Purva found herself hitting a new low, as Sultana seemed like she had gone crazy with disgust. She kept on slapping her roughly without break as the entire crowd stood away witnessing the humiliation of Purva. Finally, much to the delight of Purva, dadi maa arrived on the scene. She saw Purva and immediately realized what was going on. “Arre Sultana, bass kar ab, rehne de usseeee….Sultana bass karrrrr”, she shouted and pulled her away from Purva. Purva by now was completely out of her senses, as she collapsed to the muddy ground all naked, with spit running all over her body. She was made into this stinking garbage by the group of women in less than 10 minutes.
Dadi maa finally said, “kya hua, kyu isse itna maar peeth kar rahe ho?”
One of the women replied, “dadi maa, yeh randi bolti hai ki yeh humare jaise aurat hai aur bolti hai ki usse aise nanga avatar me ghoomna pasand hai…aise randi ko maar peeth nhi toh aur kya karenge?”
Dadi maa then turned to purva and asked, “tu ne sahi mein aise bola ki tujhe nangi ghoomna pasand hai?”
Purva lifted her head up. Tears filled her swollen eyes as there were rough hand marks all over her face and her boobs. Dadi maa again asked her loudly, “ayye raand, tu ne sahi me aise bola ki tujhe nangi ghoomna pasand hai?”. Purva finally nodded agreeing that she indeed said that. “tch tch tch, puri kharaab ho chuki hai yeh aurat, parr tum logon ko kya hua? aise thodi maar peeth karte hai…”. She then turned to one of the women and said, “Faliha, tu jaa aur kahi se ek balti ka paani leke aa”. Dadi maa then knelt in front of Purva and said in a very serious tone, “Dekh ab tujhe paani se nahlaake, tere can me doodh bhar ke tujhe wapas bhejti hu…agar tu mujhe kal aise hi nangi dikhi na, toh iss baar tujhe haath se nhi jooton se maarenge saare mil ke. randibaazi apni ghar me kar, sadak pe nhi…samjhi besharam?”. Purva looked up at her and nodded in agreement.
Ghafur chacha looked at Purva and even at that age, it gave him a boner. The sight that stood in front of him was not something he had ever seen throughout his life. In that outfit Purva looked like a cheap, trashy road-side prostitute. While lusting at her, he said "Mushtaq, purghi ko aise mere bete ke cigarette aur bidi shop me bitha dete hai...sales bohot badh jayenge. Agar isse koi naukri chahiye hoga toh jaroor mujhe batana...", he said with an honest smile. Mushtaq said, "ji chacha, iss avatar me meri raand kahi bhi jayegi, wahan sales badhenge", saying that Mushtaq came forward and started to lick his wife's lips openly in front of Ghafur chacha and Karim.
Purva though surprised at his actions in front of his friends loved the moment and reciprocated the kiss, as Mushtaq held Purva tightly by her waist from behind. He then broke the kiss and said out loudly, "isko pyaar dena padega mujhe lag rha hai...", as he slapped her face a couple of times. Karim said, "hahaha, lagta hai Mushtaq bhayya ko mood aa gya jor se purghi ko aise dekh k...chalo fir achha hua aaj aap yahan aaye aur khushi se jayene", he said and smiled at Mushtaq. Purva felt as womanly as possible as Mushtaq expressed openly that he would take her home and fuck her for good. She quickly checked out all her front, rear and side profiles once again and decided that she had come to like the dress in the end. She was skeptical initially owing to Karim’s limited skills, but then he had done a fine job, she thought. She also felt she was unnecessarily fidgety towards him, and so when Karim asked Purva for a couple of snaps on his phone, she instantly agreed. Karim took a few snaps with the boob-top on and a few without it showing off her lovely boobs.
Purva then removed her skirt untying the knot of the string. While she was naked Karim managed to click a few more snaps of Purva completely in the nude. Purva didn’t mind really and passed a shy smile towards him. Mushtaq too didn’t seem to mind as he smiled at the naughty Karim gratuitously. Purva thanked both Karim and Ghafur chacha once again for the skirt, her flashy heels and the boob-top. Before leaving, Purva came forward and touched Ghafur chacha's feet once again to bid farewell. Ghafur was of course worked up with the shameless show that Purva had put on for all of them in the dingy little hut, and so he used both his old hands to pinch Purva's nipples. Not expecting such a reaction from the old man, Purva's face turned from that of a surprise to a friendly and naughty pout. He then let her tits free and said, "kabhi kabhi aate rehna loudi yahan pe, aise faltu kapde se sila ke tere liye aise hi aur khoob saare cheeze bangenge..". purva loved how Ghafur chacha took the liberty to call her as he wished. "Jaroor aungi chacha, aap ka tabiyat thik rakhna, milti hu fir se."
She then went and stood before Karim. She implicitly assumed that Karim would want to play with her tits too. When she stood in front of him, Karim said, "bhabhi, pehle mujhe thoda darr ho rha tha, par abhi me pooche bina nhi reh sakta...ek baar aapke nange stann ko achhe se choona chahta hu", he said. All of them let out a gentle laugh hearing Karim's words. Purva of course readily accepted. She removed her burkha once again and dropped it on the floor, and said "jo karna hai karo inn se parr pyaar se...jor se nhi", she said with a smile. As soon as Purva removed her burkha, Karim held her beautiful boobs in his hands and started bobbling them up and down. He then pulled her nipples for a while as all of them including laughed at Karim's weird ways of lusting at Purva's boobs. He licked them for a good 4-5 minutes and finally said..."chal purghi, ab tujhe chodd deta hu Mushtaq ji k liye". Purva gave him a playful slap on his chest and proceeded to wear her burkha. She then touched Karim's feet and bid farewell to them.
And after once again touching both of their feet for blessings, Mushtaq and Purva bid farewell to them and rode back to their house.
Back at their place, Purva as usual removed her burkha outside their house. A few people were walking on the streets, but Purva really didn’t mind as it was only for a split second. She quickly removed the burkha, passed it to Mushtaq and then entered the house naked. Once inside, Purva urged Mushtaq to fuck her roughly, “please Mushtaq ji, mujhe aap ka pyaar chahiye”, she begged. Mushtaq ji said, “Meri raand, tujhe mera pyaar jaroor dunga, par abhi nhi, khaane k baad. Aaj mein tumhe neeche ragad ke chodunga”. Saying that he made Purva spread her legs wide and said, “Abhi bass isse kaam chalayenge”, and he proceeded to finger fuck her roughly with two of his fingers. Purva held onto Mushtaq’s shoulders as he devastatingly fucked her wife’s dear pussy with his fingers.
Slapping roughly on her face multiple times, he spit on her continuously on her face completely savaging her. After a while, Purva reached the usual euphoric state that was by now pretty common to her. She was giggling with happiness in a mad state of pain and pleasure administered perfectly by his dear husband Mushtaq. Her orgasm lasted about 10 seconds when Mushtaq roughly slapped her face and cunt mercilessly. Finally, Purva’s orgasm came to a halt as she mindlessly fell on to the bed completely satisfied. Mushtaq turned her on her back on the bed and widened her legs, so that her red ravaged pussy was visible to him. Purva closed her eyes and fell into a torpor as a result of the treatment she received. Mushtaq slapped her once again on her wet cunt while she was asleep that evoked a squeal from Purva in her sleep. He was just loving it, and he felt like the happiest man on earth subjecting Purva to such demeaning treatment. Her face was still wet with his spit and he loved how Purva let him do anything and everything to her. Seeing the red pussy, he felt the kink of spitting on it, and so while his wife was asleep, Mushtaq spit a couple of globules softly on her pussy. The spit settled in her cunt unevenly, but the obscene sight of his dear wife’s pussy all disturbed was a sight to behold. Mushtaq left her to get rejuvenated and went on to do some chores in the house.
After about 30 minutes, Purva woke up and lovingly ruffled her husband’s hair who was sitting on the ground beside her watching tv. Mushtaq turned around and they both shared a deep rough passionate kiss that involved Mushtaq biting into Purva’s lips with utmost lust. Purva said, “thank you Mushtaq ji”, as her eyes were red with love and pleasure from the kiss. “Thank you kyu bol rhi hai meri raand?”, Mushtaq asked her while he pinched both her nipples. “Aise hi, bolne ka mann kiya”, she said and proceeded to plant another lip kiss to Mushtaq. “Aaja, tera bhosda ko thoda maalish kar deta hu“, he said. “Par khaane ke baad pyaar nhi karoge?”, she asked making a cute pout. Mushtaq slapped her hard on her tits with lust, he loved it when Purva did such things when she looked really slutty. “Kyu nhi karunga meri randi, bilkul karunga…tel ke upar se tera bhosda ko khaunga aaj”, saying that he laughed in a mock villain tone and lifted the naked Purva off of the bed and placed her on the ground. The couple then shared a romantic session where Mushtaq lovingly massaged his sexy wife on her bald pussy which was exploited roughly a while back. Purva loved being massaged by Mushtaq on her pussy, not only because it felt good on her vagina, but also because of how lovely the activity was. She always loved a guy to massage her vagina, and the special bond she shared with Mushtaq made her love it even more.
After lunch, the couple once again got back to work, this time on the ground. The hard surface made it difficult for them copulate, and even more so for Purva as during their fucking sessions, Mushtaq would lie on top of Purva and fuck her from behind. He once told her that her pussy would become really tight in such a pose and that it gave him maximum pleasure, even though he could not see her face and boobs. Purva found it really uncomfortable to do it on the hard ground as she felt her boobs being crushed roughly to the ground on account of Mushtaq’s weight, but since Mushtaq wanted to fuck her that way, she did not say anything. Mushtaq loved the way Purva let him fuck her. Her oily pussy was making the sex even great as Mushtaq could easily penetrate his wife’s beautiful love pot. He finally came deep inside her and the couple exhausted after the love session dozed to sleep right there on the floor with Mushtaq tightly grabbing his wife boobs.
They were very tired from all the rough sex when the slept and so when they woke up and saw that the time was 7 pm, they weren’t really surprised. The couple spent some time watching tv as Purva poured a glass of rum for his husband upon his instructions. Purva sat beside her hubby as Mushtaq consumed rum slowly enjoying his wife’s luscious breasts. They were talking about random things as Purva was nonchalantly lying on her husband’s chest with her hands on top of his, while he pinched and played with her nipples.
As the night was nearing, Purva was anxious about what to do the next morning at the milk booth. She had earlier decided to follow Mushtaq’s suggestion of going to booth naked and be fearless in talking to the slum women. There was no doubt that, as Mushtaq said, the slum women were pretty rustic and they wouldn’t mind getting into a fight. The way they looked at her with cheapness and absolute disgust was enough proof that she was quite unaccepted for her behavior as a whore, and also how she was near naked in public. She felt that if she strolled out completely naked, the women would treat her severely, given how that young woman Sultana had openly slapped her in front of all.
So in spite of agreeing to Mushtaq’s suggestion, she approached her husband once again as he was mauling his tits to reconsider the matter.
“Mushtaq ji, mujhe kal nangi jaane me darr lag rha hai…”
“Arre randi, tu fir uske baare me soch rhi hai kya?”, he said and turned her so that they were sitting face-to-face.
“Haan Mushtaq ji, aap ne sahi bola, yeh aurat bohot khatarnaak hai…agar mein puri nangi jaungi toh sab mil ke meri maar peeth kar lenge, aur itne auratein honge toh mein wapas ladh bhi nhi sakti”
“Haan, woh mein maanta hu ki tu wapas nhi ladh sakti, par mein bol rha hu ki aise thodi na ho jayega yaar. Tu unko samjha ki tujhe humesha nangi rehna pasand hai, aur bol ki ab tera mard hai aur bass woh tera bhosada ka lega. Usse bol ki tu yeh randibaazi paise k liye nhi karti, aise nhi hai na ki mein roj tujhe chodd k tujhe paise deta hu?”
“Nhi Mushtaq ji, aisi baat nhi hai…mein bass iss baat pe darr rhi hu ki agar puri nangi ho kar jaungi toh unko bilkul achha nhi lagega…”
“Pagal randi, iss baat pe thodi na darte hai…meine yeh hi bola na, tu bina darre unhe jawab de aur woh log kuch nhi karenge. Ab agar tu jhukegi, toh sach mein tujhe bahar jaane pe har waqt sahi kapde pehnne padenge…ab usme thodi mazaa hai, kyun? Unn auraton ko bina darre khul k bol ki tujhe sab k saamne nangi rehna pasand hai aur tu aise hi rahegi… Tu agar darti darti jawab degi toh unhe aur ghamandi aa jayegi. Aur agar sahi me tumhari maar peet kar liya toh khatam hai, hum seedhe sarpanch k yahan jaake sab bata denge. kahani khatam, samjhi randi?”
“Hmm”, she finally seemed a little convinced. “Thik h”.
Mushtaq again started to slap and pinch her tits and said, “Ab uske baare me soch mat jaada, bass nangi chali jaa kal subah aur bina dare baat kar unse aur chup chaap apna doodh le aa, samjhi?”
“Haan ji thik h”, said Purva. She decided that now, there was no turning back. She felt that she had given it enough thought and she decided to do it. She was going to put a point forth tomorrow and fight the slum women if anything happens.
As they settled in for the night after dinner, the couple had their usual fucking session that lasted about half an hour. Purva then washed her pussy clean as Mushtaq changed into his lungi and the couple talked for a long time before going to sleep. Purva loved how loved she felt in her husband’s presence. The couple dozed off to sleep as Mushtaq as usual tightly grabbed his wife’s parts. Mushtaq loved to do that when asleep, and so Purva loved it too. Tomorrow was a big day for her and she went to sleep with her husband all over her.
The next morning, Purva woke up on time at 7PM sharp. Mushtaq was still wide asleep. As usual she got out of her husband’s love clutches and went to do her chores. She once again thought about the strategy she was going to apply to deal with the slum women. She was going to nonchalantly get in the queue completely nude. She will remain confident, and if anyone happens to rebuke her for her nakedness in public, she was going to just tell them that she likes to be naked for all and sundry to see and that there’s nothing they were going to do about it. She repeated her husband’s words in her mind, “DARR MAT!”. As she wasn’t allowed to brush or even wash her face, she simply picked up her can. She kissed her dear husband who was still sleeping happily and moved out of the house in all her nakedness.
For a split second, when Purva saw the burkha, she was tempted to wear it and go to get the milk. But then, she thought there was no point in doing that. The burkha did nothing to hide her modesty anyway and if the situation didn’t go well, she wouldn’t be spared even for the burkha, so she decided against it. With sheer resolution, she made her way to the milk booth all naked. As she walked, the people on the road were taken aback. People commented on her with things like “iske babbe dekh, kitne bade hai” and “iska bhosda ka mazaa alag hi hoga”, ridiculed her and some even shouted out loud calling her names like “duniya ki sabse besharmi randi” quite openly. She of course didn’t mind all that, as all of them were ultimately men who didn’t object to her running naked anywhere in the slums. She even blew a few of them kisses shamelessly, maintaining her resolve of dealing with the slum women. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was pounding like crazy. She was feeling very anxious about how it would turn out.
Finally the time had come when she was in the eye sight of the slum women waiting in the queue. As soon as they realized that Purva was strutting down naked to join the queue, a bunch of women walked towards her suspending their wait in the queue. From a distance, she could see that they were about 8-9 of them and they were all clumsily dressed slum workers, except that there were fully covered, while Purva was fully naked. She was concerned about what might transpire given that so many women were walking towards her, but she tried to keep her cool. As they neared her, she felt a little relieved that Sultana wasn’t one of them. All the women looked pretty young except for one who seemed to be leading the pack.
“Yeh kya hai? kuch mazaak chal rha hai kya?”, the woman, who was probably around 45 asked her in a rebuking tone.
“Kya hua?”, Purva asked, trying to sound assertive.
“Yeh nanga avatar kya hai? Apni ghar samjhi hai kya lodi? Sharam nhi aati tujhe bina kapde k ghoomne aise sab k saamne? Tu aurat hai ya kya hai?”
“Arre didi aurat toh dur ki baat hai, yeh toh insaan hi nhi hai, yeh ek kuttiya hai jo din raat chuddti rehti hai kisi se bhi, 1 rupayee ki raand hai yeh…”, said one of the younger women.
Purva was beginning to feel threatened as she felt cornered and did not find any male around who could support her for being completely nude out in the open infront of everyone. She managed to gather her courage and said, “Mein tumhare jaise hi aurat hu, parr mujhe sab k saamne aise nanga ghoomna bohot pasand hai, aur mein hamesha aise hi rahungi…aap logon ko kya problem hai?”
*slap*
One of the younger women slapped her hard on her right cheek. “Kya boli randi? Humare jaise aurat? tu toh randi hai, hum paise wale nhi hai parr kam se kam ijjat toh hai humare paas. tu toh lodi bina ijjat ke apna bhosda aur gaand khol k chalti hai sadak pe, aur koi bhi mard tere andar bachha paida kar sakta hai…”, saying so, she spat roughly right at purva’s face, the spit depositing a big globule near her eyes.
Purva could feel herself unable to take control of the situation. Gradually more slum women reached the spot and there were about 12 of them all around purva.
One of the younger women looked angrily at Purva and said, “Sadina, rehne de…iss neech pe thukne bhi nhi chahiye, kam se kam sadak pe kuch hoga thuk se, iske muh pe thuko toh kya hi hoga”. Saying so she proceeded to deliver two hard slaps to purva, one on her left cheek and one on her right cheek.
karle apne badan ko, randi kahin ki”, she shouted towards Purva. Purva was now slowly regaining her physical and mental energy after the rough humiliation she was subjected to. There were people all around her, some even men by now who had probably witnessed the whole destruction. It was utmost humiliating to Purva as she sat there helplessly on the muddy ground as the old woman poured water on her body without touching her to get rid of the spit by the slum women in front of so many people. Purva slowly rubbed her hands over her body to get rid of the spit deposits on her entire body. She washed her eyes too and she began to feel a little better. Dadi maa then gave her a hand so that she could get up and gave her the can of milk. She then said with utmost disgust, “Ab jaa aur aise nanga kabhi mat ghoomna, jaa”, she said as she dropped the mug angrily into the bucket of water and left the scene.
Some of the slum women who were still present there hurled verbal abuses at Purva again. Purva timidly turned back to leave the spot. Her face and boobs were still crimson red from the hardcore treatment by the slum women. She was still wet and she managed to walk as quickly as possible so that she could reach her home. Once inside she quickly closed the door behind her. Mushtag was still sleeping snoring happily, as she fell to the floor all naked, and continued to cry.
Purva was now beginning to realize how stupid she was in thinking that she could overpower the slum women. They seemed absolutely invincible and Purva seemed to find it difficult to say just anything. Tears now started rolling down Purva’s eyes as the women continued to debase her.
“Iss loudi ki ijjat hi nhi hai, meine dekha isko uss din market me, bina sharam ki rehti hai bilkul”, said one of the younger women, as she too gargled and spit right at her face. Seeing her all the ladies did the same thing as they gargled spit from deep in their stomachs and spat right onto Purva’s face. The humiliation that Purva was being subjected to was beyond her imagination as woman after woman continued to insult her.
“Isko randi ko aise nhi, tu ek kaam karr, Sultana ko bula, woh iski mu todh degi toh isse samajh aayega, besharm kutti”, one of the women said. More and more women joined in as all of them started to slap and spit at Purva as they deemed fit. One of the women who just joined the group saw the situation and passed an amused laugh. “Achha, yeh hi hai kya woh aurat, loudi aaj toh puri nangi ho ke aayi hai…”, saying so she barged into the front of the group and started slapping Purva continuously, delivering each blow harder that the previous. After about 5 slaps on both her cheeks, she then proceeded to slap her hanging boobs roughly, much to the amusement of the slum women. By now, Purva had definitely lost her will to fight, and she realized that she could definitely not talk her way out of this.
As more and more women continued to slap her as they saw fit, she was being spit all over her body. The group had now become bigger and it grew to almost a couple of dozen women. Finally, Sultana came and the expression on her face said it all. She was happy for how she looked and she spit directly into her mouth. She then said, “Kal toh bach gayi loudi tu, aaj toh tujhe itna marungi mein, ki tu nahayegi bhi kapde pehen k, besharmi jaanwar”. Saying so she proceeded to slap her extremely hard on both her cheeks. Purva found herself hitting a new low, as Sultana seemed like she had gone crazy with disgust. She kept on slapping her roughly without break as the entire crowd stood away witnessing the humiliation of Purva. Finally, much to the delight of Purva, dadi maa arrived on the scene. She saw Purva and immediately realized what was going on. “Arre Sultana, bass kar ab, rehne de usseeee….Sultana bass karrrrr”, she shouted and pulled her away from Purva. Purva by now was completely out of her senses, as she collapsed to the muddy ground all naked, with spit running all over her body. She was made into this stinking garbage by the group of women in less than 10 minutes.
Dadi maa finally said, “kya hua, kyu isse itna maar peeth kar rahe ho?”
One of the women replied, “dadi maa, yeh randi bolti hai ki yeh humare jaise aurat hai aur bolti hai ki usse aise nanga avatar me ghoomna pasand hai…aise randi ko maar peeth nhi toh aur kya karenge?”
Dadi maa then turned to purva and asked, “tu ne sahi mein aise bola ki tujhe nangi ghoomna pasand hai?”
Purva lifted her head up. Tears filled her swollen eyes as there were rough hand marks all over her face and her boobs. Dadi maa again asked her loudly, “ayye raand, tu ne sahi me aise bola ki tujhe nangi ghoomna pasand hai?”. Purva finally nodded agreeing that she indeed said that. “tch tch tch, puri kharaab ho chuki hai yeh aurat, parr tum logon ko kya hua? aise thodi maar peeth karte hai…”. She then turned to one of the women and said, “Faliha, tu jaa aur kahi se ek balti ka paani leke aa”. Dadi maa then knelt in front of Purva and said in a very serious tone, “Dekh ab tujhe paani se nahlaake, tere can me doodh bhar ke tujhe wapas bhejti hu…agar tu mujhe kal aise hi nangi dikhi na, toh iss baar tujhe haath se nhi jooton se maarenge saare mil ke. randibaazi apni ghar me kar, sadak pe nhi…samjhi besharam?”. Purva looked up at her and nodded in agreement.
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