Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

“Badhiya, toh woh log kal aayenge yahan pe. Fakir chowk ke paas ek shed hai, usko aaj main saaf karwake tayyar rakhwata hu kal tak, kal se hi tum apna raandnaach ka practice master se aur unke launde se shuru kar sakte ho, thik hai randi?”, said Hussain.

“thik h Hussain ji”, said Purva.

“Aur haan randi, achhe se seekh lena, yeh tere liye bohot kaam aayega, master bohot achha dancer hai aur tumhe raandnaach k liye ek dum tagda steps sikhayenge”, said Hussain.

Finally, after some conversation, Hussain proceeded to leave. He was happy that Purva and Mushtaq had agreed for a nude shameless dance on the stage in front of the politicians and the whole slum. It was going to be a great event for sure, and his ultimate goal of being in the good books of the president and Khan saheb too was very important. If all goes well, he would be elected into the party, and he would get a chance to live his dream. He had always wanted to be a politician and this was a good start to his dream. He went home and made love to his wife, thinking about his success. He was lucky he had Purva in his life, right when he needed such a whore the most. It was only after the panchayat ruling and Purva’s humiliation video that he decided he should get a raand naach by the whore, and wanted to use it to his political advantage when he immediately invited Khan saheb and the president to their village. Khan saheb of course was from Mastanpur too, so when he offered to show them a shameless raand naach, he loved the idea. He too appreciated the idea of a raand naach for the president, and also asked Hussain to also have some liquor ready for them, as the president loved to get drunk when watching a raan dnaach. Of course, he would also be a given opportunities to touch and grope the whore. Hussain himself was very excited to see the raand naach by Purva. He could not possibly think of anyone else who looked so sexy, voluptuous and hot to a nude raand naach on the stage not caring about anyone staring at her private parts.

At night, he called up Irfan, the dance master. He knew from a while, and he knew him to be good with the ladies and his whores, so he definitely would know how to treat one. As soon as he first thought about getting Purva to do a raand naach, he called him up to tell him about it. Needless to say, Irfan was thrilled about such an event. He was a regular dancer, and he had been to villages where he had to train girls to dance on stage to cheap songs. While he did fuck those whores before and after the performances, he could not live out his fantasies of making a whore dance naked on stage and have him touch and grope her in public. Once Hussain and talked more about Purva and how big a whore she was, Irfan considered himself extremely fortunate to have gotten the opportunity to orchestrate Purva’s raand naach. He fantasised about all kinds he would love to see her do on stage naked, and also have a piece of her body was constantly in his mind.

Hussain gave him his word that Purva would surely agree and that he better start out with the songs and steps for the whore to dance on stage. He also mentioned that she would agree to all sorts of steps, however obscene they may look when she is nude. So Hussain specifically asked Irfan to keep that in mind while choreographing the songs and steps for purva. So at night, Hussain called up Irfan to inform him the good news. Irfan was jubilant as his dreams were coming true. He would have a nasty slut all for himself. He would get the chance to make her do the sluttiest and the most obscene steps all nude.

Back at their place, Purva and Mushtaq got along with their day, which of course included lots of rough sex for Purva. Purva was very excited for her raand naach. Truth be told, she was getting off on the idea of having to dance naked on the stage in front of countless men. And she also knew that she would be made to perform obscene steps at loud noisy songs. Thinking about such an experience made her damp in her loins. As Mushtaq ji romped her pussy from behind on the bed roughly, she was so happy at that moment. She was realising so many of her fetishes and kinks and it was just a week now that she was Mushtaq’s wife. Her humiliation fetish is something that she loved right now, and this raand naach would have her enjoy more of it along with her exhibitionism fetish. Definitely they went hand in hand, at least for Purva. As the night arrived, Purva and Mushtaq, after having their dinner once more went at it.

This time, Mushtaq ate her pussy slurping it and biting it, while talking dirty to her. It was so damn hot for Purva as she completely gave in to her husband’s desires. All of her body was his and she wished he do anything with it, such was her submission. Mushtaq rightly had his way with his whore’s pussy and then pounded her roughly cumming deep inside her. Today was certainly an eventful day in their lives, as Mushtaq clean himself and wore his lungi and shirt, while Purva cleaned her vagina. Mushtaq then took to his wife breasts and completed engulfed them feeling her nipples with his fingers. He loved how docile his wife was, and the way she allowed Mushtaq to do just anything with her private parts told him how much she loved him. He was surely going to miss this whore. Anyway, for now, this slut was all his. Realizing that he tightened his grip on his wife’s boobs, which evoked a slutty squeal from Purva in her sleep. Mushtaq immediately got turned on, so he started to lick Purva’s neck pinching her tits roughly. “Kya hua randi, chuchhe dard kar rahi hai kya?”, he said in a pervertedly romantic way. Purva was by now half asleep given her tiring day. She knew Mushtaq would not fall asleep as fast as Purva, but she could not help it.

After all, she was really tired at this time of the night everyday. Her work as a doodhwali and kaamwali, along with the rough things that Mushtaq would do to her body everyday made her really sleep and tired at this time of the night. Of course, today even Hussain had fun with her pussy, and she had 3 orgasms today. So Mushtaq knew she was tired. Also, Mushtaq would get to sleep late into the morning, but Purva had to get up early to deliver milk to the slum women and work as the kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi. However, he wanted to have some fun with his dear wife. So he continued, “chucche dard kar rahi kya meri pyaari raand?”, he said continuing to lick her neck and her cheeks.
Purva was half asleep. Though she loved the attention, she hated to be woken up during her sleep. But she did not want her husband to be denied of anything, and so she played along. “mmmmm”, she said meaning that her tits were aching due to Mushtaq’s rough pinching. Mushtaq continued, “aise chucche ka mazaa yeh sab karne se hi bharega randi”, he said, once again licking her cheeks. “Achhhaaa?”, asked Purva deep in her sleep. “Haan meri raand”, he said and continued to pinch her tits even roughly. “Arre Mushtaq ji, please sone do na“, purva said. Her real problem was not the pain but the sleep, funnily thought Mushtaq.

Mushtaq then lovingly kissed her on the cheeks as Purva drifted off to her sleep. Mushtaq now stopped pinching her tits and grabbed both her huge boobs in his hands. He was still horny for her, but he let the whore sleep. He happily rubbed his leg over her nude form as he wished feeling her body. It was still 11 pm, so he wasn’t really sleep, but of course Purva had to go to work early in the morning. So without disturbing her, Musthaq turned to himself, and licked her nose slightly. He was lusting at the sleeping sexpot in front of him without disturbing her. She really seemed like the best of female creation, as he saw her in that pose all vulnerable and naked for him. He used his hands to run them all over her body as he spent extra time rubbing her clit slowly. Being careful not to wake her up, he naughtily licked her stomach and navel, while feeling her boobs with his hands. This lady was a real masterpiece, he thought, and how lucky was he to get her in her bed like this, ready to do anything and everything for his pleasure. It was pure luck, he thought. Slowly, feeling every part of her whore wife, he too drifted off to sleep.

Purva meets more people now [Part 1]

The next morning, Purva woke up at her regular time, 6 AM. After a couple of days as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali, she now got used to her schedule. Of course today was a much bigger day for the lucky whore. Yesterday, the sarpanch Mr. Hussain had come to their place and talked to Mushtaq about the possibility of having Purva do a raand naach on stage all naked as part of a political entourage. Hussain wanted to achieve an ulterior political goal, a pact more like, with Mr. Khan who was now a respected politician in the city with a certain party. Apparently, the party had been going well, and Hussain, being the sarpanch, wanted to get into the party himself too. Of course, Mr. Khan himself was from Mastanpur too, and if Hussain played his cards right, he would have a good chance to get into the party. Of course, Hussain had thought through all of this, and after realising how shameless a whore Purva was, he decided that he would get Purva to do a shameless nude dance, what they called it as a raand naach. However, this would be a raand naach in the true spirit.

Mastanpur did see a few raand naaches earlier, but all of those were done by the local Salim Garage whores. Of course, they weren't bad to look at, but they only offered to dance on stage with skimpy clothes on, but never completely nude. But Purva had readily agreed to do a nude raand naach in front of the guests and the whole slum, much to Hussain's delight. Of course, he had little doubt that she would agree, given how open and shameless a whore she was. So today she was going to meet the dance master, Irfan along with his dance troop at a shed near Fakir Chowk, which was going to be their regular place to practice the steps for the raand naach.

Purva stayed on the bed for a couple of minutes enjoying the moment. Truth be told, these were some of the kinkiest moments in her life, for sure. Here she was, a rich urban housewife, in bed with a low-life construction worker with her boobs tightly in his grasps. Mushtaq had his legs all over his nude wife. Her tits were painfully happy as Mushtaq had his way with them during the night. Of course, Purva was always naked at home, so that Mushtaq had uninhibited and ready access to his wife's body as and when he wished. Feeling shy and womanly, Purva kissed Mushtaq on his lips as he snored in his sleep. Their love was the most primal, Purva thought, as she kissed him. Mushtaq had his mouth open in sleep as he snored and Purva couldn't help find it so damn adorable. Her current husband was a 60 year old construction worker, and she loved him. She loved how their love was so primal. She a 32 year old urban woman and he a 60 year old construction worker. She loved how Mushtaq lusted for her, how he did the most kinkiest and nastiest of things to her and her pure nude form. How he loved to explore and live all of his fantasies through Purva. Of course, Purva too was enjoying the feeling of exploring her sexuality to great depths. Her exhibitionism fetish, her humiliation fetish were all coming to the core as day after day, Purva loved how she was so sexually charged, opening herself to newer and newer sexual scenarios. It was so damn exciting.

As Purva slowly got out of the clutches of her dear husband, she realized that she was damp in the pussy already. Realising that made her blush to herself about how horny a whore she had become. It wasn't just that though. Even the thought of having to submit herself to the slum women, to cheaply deliver milk to them as they ridiculed her and humiliated her turned her on strangely. She washed her face with water once, and after cleaning the dishes from yesterday, set off to deliver milk wearing her usual slutty and silly bra and skirt.

As usual, she had her usual groping with Kabul, the milkman. The milk booth was of course deserted as Purva was now officially the slum doodhwali. Today, though she was extra horny, it seemed like, so she let Kabul feel up her pussy with his fingers inside the milk booth. She of course did not want to let him get her to an orgasm, as she only wanted her hubby to do it to her, the first time in her day. But nevertheless, Purva allowed Kabul to have his share of fun with her pussy as he forcefully removed her silly bra and licked on her nipples for a few minutes.

"Arre Kabul jaane do na, late ho jaungi toh Sultana daant degi mujhe", she said as Kabul enjoyed her vagina.

"Arre bhabhi, aise thodi na...please kuch der aur ruk na...abhi abhi toh shuru kiya hai", said Kabul continuing to have his fun with Purva's pussy.

"Saale, 5 min se mazee le rha hai uska...ab jaane de...", she said, while maintaining her calmness in between Kabul's finger thrusts in her pussy.

"Humesha hi jaldi mein hoti hai tu toh bhabhi...chal nikal le fir...nhi toh maar kha legi sahi me", said Kabul, as he let go off Purva not before licking her pussy lips with his tongue shamelessly.

"Saale, bohot mazee le rha hai tu mera", she said cutely as she put on her meaningless and slutty outfit back on.

"Arre bhabhi, kya karu...aise badan aur aise mulayam bhosada hai toh yeh sab karna hi padega na", he said with a wink.

Purva shyly smiled as Kabul watched Purva put on that silly outfit. In his mind, he was thinking what a beautiful and shameless whore she was, indeed Mastanpur was lucky to have gotten such a gorgeous woman for such a whore.

"Chal milti hu baad me, bubbye", she said, as Kabul quickly pinched one of her tits over her silly bra.

Purva squealed not anticipating it and after smiling shyly once again at Kabul hopped onto her bicycle to get on with her first job of the day, the slum's doodhwali.

Purva meets more people now [Part 2]

After delivering milk and completing her second job as the temporary kaamwali for Nasira bhabhi, Purva went to dadi maa's house. She loved spending some time at her place every morning after delivering milk to the households. The first time when Purva appeared in her transparent burkha at the milk booth and when she was slapped roughly by Sultana, dadi maa had come to her rescue. Of course when it happened again and again, dadi maa too had given up on Purva. Now after all of that matter was settled by the panchayat, dadi maa did not really mind Purva's presence as she too spoke jovially with Purva.

During that time, Purva would usually sit on the ground and gossip with dadi maa, as she prepared tea for both of them. They would then have tea together as dadi maa sat on the sofa and Purva would sit on the floor beside her near her feet and talk about random things. Initially, Purva was slightly disappointed that dadi maa asked her to sit on the floor, on her first day as the doodhwali. But then, on second thoughts, why would dadi maa treat her differently at all? She was indeed a shameless whore and for the slum women including dadi maa, she was a neech, who loved to show off her nude self to one and all. While she did mind being called neecha, it did not really mess with her. She of course accepted it in her stride as the slum women seemed to be pacified with her being a doodhwali and wearing just enough clothes to cover her privates.

As she sipped on her tea, Purva said "Arre dadi maa, yahan pe bohot dhool hai...kya tumhari kaamwali yeh sab saaf nhi karti?", pointing to the area on the floor beneath the sofa where dadi maa was sitting.

"Arre neecha, meri kaamwali bohot aalsi hai yaar...yeh sab toh uski bass ki nhi hai", said dadi maa, not caring as much about dust so inconspicuous.

"Arre dadi maa, ruko main saaf kar deti hu fat se". Saying that, Purva got up and took dadi maa's finished glass of tea and proceeded to the sink to wash it. After washing the glasses, she took the broom and proceeded to clean the dust below the sofa. Dadi maa sat there on the sofa happily, impressed at Purva's thoughtfulness of helping the old woman.

"Aap usko bolte kyun nhi ho? ki yeh sab saaf karo? hmm dadi maa?", Purva said, as she herself lifted Dadi maa's legs to clean the floor.

"Arre main toh rehne deti hu neecha...itna bhi dhyaan dene ka mann nhi karta hai, haha", she said with a slight giggle.

"Chalo, koi nhi...aise chhote mote kaam main hi kar leti hu aap k liye roz", said Purva smiling at dadi maa, as she proceeded to leave the broom in the kitchen after cleaning.

"Chalo dadi maa, main chalti hu...kal milti hu", said Purva as she obediently bent down on her knees to touch dadi maa's feet.

"Chal neecha, abhi kya scene hai? Mushtaq ji ko apna pyaar degi?", asked dadi maa.

Purva blushed shyly at dadi maa's words. She indeed loved how jovially dadi maa was with her when she commented on her sex life.

"Arre dadi maa, ab itna sab karne ke baad patiji ka pyaar toh chahiye hota hai na", she said making a cute playful pout at dadi maa.

"Haha, sahi hai...abhi toh tere chudne ka umar hai...mazee de apni pati ko...bye neecha", said dadi maa smiling at her.

"Hehe, bye dadi maa..."

Purva then hopped on to her cycle and made her way back to her home. She of course badly wanted to have fun with her hubby, but after yesterday's awkward incident with the sarpanch, she considered the possibility of having to meet the sarpanch again at their place. They were indeed going to meet Purva's dance master and their troop for her upcoming raand naach.

As she deposited her cycle back at the milkbooth, Purva shyly winked at Kabul. He was apparently busy with something with few more guys, so she let him be. Of course all the men shameless gawked at her near naked and silly outfit and passed a few comments, that Purva deeply enjoyed. Of course, she loved being called out names and being lusted at in public.

With a wet vagina and an almost naked attire, Purva walked her way back to her home.

Purva meets more people now [Part 3]

As Purva entered the house, she was initially happy that unlike yesterday, Hussain wasn't present. Yesterday, she had jumped out of her silly skirt and bra immediately as she entered the house in the anticipation of getting fucked by her husband, much to the delight of both Hussain and Mushtaq and much to the embarrassment of Purva. However, she realised that Mushtaq was in the toilet. Purva got inside the house and got herself naked and then called out from outside to Mushtaq. "Mushtaq ji, aap naha rahe ho kya?"

"Haan randi, tum aa gayi ho?", shouted Musthaq from inside the bathroom.

"Haan Mushtaq ji...abhi kyun naha rahe ho aap?", she asked him.

"Arre woh, Sarpanch saheb se call aaya hai...unhone bola ki tumare aate hi apan dono Fakir chowk pahunch jaye tumhare dance master aur unke laundon se milne...iss liye main naha rha hu...jaldi hi nikalna hoga humko", said Mushtaq.

Purva was of course upset that she and her husband could not at least have their kinky ritual that they both immensely loved.

"Par Mushtaq ji, doodh do pi lijiye na?", she asked hoping to get a positive response from her hubby.

"Arre randi, mera bhi utna hi mann kar rha hai jitna tera kar rha hai...par abhi late nhi karna chahta...wapas aate hi main tera doodh pi lunga...abhi tu jaldi brush kar le...aur tera skirt aur bra k saath upar burkha bhi pehn lena...kyun ki abhi bohot aurat honge sadak pe", said Mushtaq.

Purva still badly missed their ritual, but she couldn't help it. Of course they were going to have it later, but now she wished her hubby used her body given how wet her vagina was. Nevertheless, she had to comply with her husband.

"Thik h ji", she shouted from outside the toilet.

As Mushtaq finished his bath, Purva ironed his clothes still nude, that Mushtaq had put on the bed for her to iron. She then wore back the other pair of skirt and bra that were slightly less revealing than the one she had worn to deliver milk. She had no idea where Fakir chowk was located, but Mushtaq had asked her to dress in a conservative manner. Of course the current dress wasn't holding back much of Purva's sexy body, but then she didn't have any other costume with her anyway. She then wore the burkha over her cheap skirt and bra although given how transparent it was, it really did not make much of a difference.

Once Mushtaq came out of the bath, he looked at Purva.

"Sahi hai randi...thoda makeup toh daal hi de jaldi, jab tak main apna kadpe pehn lu", he said to her.

"Thik h Mushtaq ji", said Purva.

Of course, Purva knew how her husband wanted her to look. Not requiring further confirmation from her husband and assuming that her husband wanted her to chose the colors of her makeup, that he usually did, she proceeded to sluttify herself.

She gave it a quick thought for about 10 seconds, deciding on the color combination that would make her look like a cheap dollish slut, that Mushtaq immensely loved. She wished that her choice would impress her husband to the maximum. So she took out a dark blue shade kajal and applied it beneath her eyes. Next she took out the green lipstick and applied it heavily on her lips just how her husband loved it on her, all the while knowing that Mushtaq was lusting at her from behind seeing her apply her whore makeup.

Next she rubbed the cheap fairness cream that was also gifted to her on her marriage on her face, making her acquire a cheap fair whitish complexion on her pretty slut face.

After a few more touch ups here and there, she finally turned around to her husband. With a slutty feminine posture, she put her hands on her waists and swayed to her right side. "Kaise lag rhi hu Mushtaq ji?".

Mushtaq ji came forward and playfully slapped on both her face cheeks. "Ek dum mere raand jaise lag rhi hai". Saying so he grabbed her tits over her burkha.

Purva loved how Mushtaq conveyed his lust to her. "Arre Mushtaq ji, abhi aise na karo...waise hi main bohot garam ho rhi hu", she said playfully.

"Haha, sorry meri raand...main bhi tera badan se mazee lena chahta hu, par abhi hum nhi gaye toh Sarpanch saheb naaraz ho jayenge...aane k baad pakka tera bhosda ka chudai karunga main", he said to his wife as he grabbed her by her waist.

"Thik h Mushtaq ji...ab chalte hai hum".

The couple then set off on Mushtaq's cycle to Fakir chowk to meet Purva's newest acquaintances. Purva was of course in a constant state of arousal from all the things happening to her. Now, she was going to meet the guys who would assist her in her raand naach, the nude shameless stage dance that she was going to do in front of one and all. It was indeed something really perverted, weird and kinky all at the same time for her. She could not believe she was enjoying all of this as much as she actually was. But, of course, she had no regrets. She was loving this life.

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".

Maybe because she hadn't been fucked yet by her husband today or maybe because the whole situation was turning Purva on, she felt so submissive at that very moment. There was no doubt she was very horny at the moment, and she would readily get fucked by all the men at that very moment. Hussain's dominant voice had certainly cast a spell on her as felt extremely submissive and womanly at that very moment. In such a situation, of course she would have to be naked for them to see and enjoy her nakedness. How could she be possibly clothed and stand equal to the men, was her thought process right then, at that erotic split second. Her exhibitionism as well as her humiliation fetish were playing a great role at that moment as all of the men enjoyed the situation in which they were right then.

"Haan ji", she muttered in a feeble voice, as she looked at Mushtaq who smiled at her. Mushtaq of course knew how submissive Purva was feeling right then and he loved to see her in such a state. Her makeup was adding to the extra kink as all of them knew Purva to be nothing but a piece of trash whore.

As Purva moved to a secluded area to get naked, all the men including Mushtaq shifted to the other side of the shed so that all of them could get a good view of Purva's naked form. Of course, they were going to be treated with more and more of Purva's naked body in the days to come, but the first time is always exciting, right?

As Mushtaq too settled in with them, Hussain playfully added, "Arre Mushtaq, tum kyun lage ho humare saath? Yeh raand toh tumhare saamne nangi hi hoti hai humesha aur khoob tumne iske mazee liye ho"

Mushtaq laughed lightly and said, "Arre saheb, ab randi kapde utaar rahi hai toh main kya taali bajau?"

Everyone including Purva let out a laugh to the conversation between Hussain and Mushtaq as all of the men settled in for the nude view of Purva.

Purva was extremely horny as she removed the transparent burkha. She held it out in a way to ask the men where she would place it. "Mujhe de do randi", said Irfan as he stepped forward to take the burkha from Purva. Purva handed over the burkha to Irfan as he stood there close to her to take the remaining clothes. Purva then removed her silly bra and skirt off of her and got completely naked as Irfan took them from Purva and got back to the group.

As Purva stood there completely naked for all the men to see, she was feeling as womanly as possible. Here in this dingy tiny little shed, she was all buck naked in front of 9 men from the slums 7 of them she had just met. It was indeed just too hot for her. Her pussy was draining love juices at will as she found herself sweating like crazy.

As she just stood there shyly looking at the men lusting at her nude form, Irfan said, "Waah iss randi ki raandnaach dekhne me alag hi mazaa aayega", he said with a sly smile staring directly at Purva's exposed private parts. The young lads too had the time of their life as they gawked openly and comfortably at this shameless slut who just got nude for them to see. Purva was sure that for the lads, it was probably their first time to see a woman nude by her own will, and she indeed felt proud in a strange kinky way to show them her body. Her vagina was leaking juices owing to the erotica of the situation which ran down her thighs.

"Issi liye toh randi ko chuna hai raandnaach k liye...log pagal ho jayenge isse aise dekh kar", said Hussain lusting at Purva.

"Babbe bhi bohot bade hai randi ke", said Irfan, as he sized up her boobs moving from left to right.

Irfan could not believe this was really happening. How could such a gorgeous woman be here in that situation right now? He could not believe it, but this moment was his. It was so damn hot for everyone!

Irfan then said, "Randi tumhare baal aise ajeeb kyun hai?", he asked.

Hearing his question, Hussain and Mushtaq exchanged looks as Purva looked on mindlessly. This was going to be really humiliating for her. How could she possibly narrate the whole slum women fiasco to Irfan? How could she tell him that she was debased, beaten and humiliated by the slum for appearing naked on the streets?

Much to her comfort, Hussain said "Arre Irfan woh bohot lambi kahaani hai".

"Arre Hussain saheb, aap bhi na...abhi humko kahan train pakadne hai?", he said.​