Episode 68
"Dekho randi...ab baat yeh hai ki yeh jo colour wale dye tumpe lagayenge woh bohot chamkeele honge...matlab tumpe door door tak woh chamkeele dikhenge. Ab yeh saare colours tumhare gaav ke barber ke paas hi milte hai...aur woh saste quality ka hi honge. Ab tu sheher se hai toh shayad tujhe Garnier wagare brands pata hote honge...par woh saare lagane me time lagenge aur chamkeele bhi nhi hote hai. Ab thoda cheap quality ke hai toh unko nikaalne me 1-2 hafte lag sakte hai tujhe...parr usse tujhe koi dikkat nhi hogi na?", said Irfan sounding confident.
Purva thought for a minute about it. 1-2 weeks didn't seem all that bad to her. She of course knew that they would indeed be of cheap quality and be bright and gaudy that would make sure she looked trashy and cheap.
"Hmm, ek do hafte hi toh thik hai...usse jyaada lagega toh mushkil hoga", she said.
"Nhi, usse jaada nhi lagega randi, iska tension mat le tu", said Irfan smiling at her.
"Thik h", said Purva convinced about it.
"Apne yeh bola ki mujhe mehendi wagare bhi lagwaoge...woh kaun lagayega?", asked purva.
"Woh dekhna padega randi...filhaal woh karne wala koi mard nhi dikh rha hai hume...par gaav ki koi aurat laga degi tumpe", said Irfan.
"Thik h", said Purva.
Purva once again spent few more minutes to gather her thoughts so that she could speak them confidently. She then said...
"Dekho Irfan ji, yeh toh aap jaante ho ki main bohot besharam randi hu...aur yeh cheez main mana nhi karungi. Issi liye Hussain ji ne raandnaach k liye mujhe chuna hai...aur main yeh bhi aap se bolungi ki jab Hussain saheb yahan aaye the mujhe poochne raandnaach k liye, maine turant haan bola tha. Parr job yeh sab mere saath karwane wale ho...uske liye main alag se paise loongi", Purva said showing the utmost confidence of a whore.
All the men were taken aback at Purva's words. Mushtaq for sure had his tongue tied as he could not believe how his docile wife was indeed demanding extra money to showcase herself as a shameless whore. Hussain too showed surprise on his face hearing Purva's words. Even Irfan, who knew Purva for not more than 5-6 hours was taken aback after seeing how docile and submissive she behaved so far.
Hussain said, "Mushtaq kya baat hai bhai...teri randi ko kya pila rha hai tu...aaj kal paise maangne lagi hai?", he said sarcastically. Of course, he was the sarpanch and he ruled the place, and truth be told he did not like Purva's attitude right then. How dare she ask money for being herself, he thought, but decided to play it cool. Of course, he had to find a way to make Purva perform the raand naach in the cheapest way possible by money too. He of course could not ask the slum men for money, they would only revolt against him given how Purva had already shown her nude self to so many in the slums. He also could not be sure that Khan saheb, primarily for whom he was arranging this naachraand by Purva, would give him money for seeing the raand naach. Of course, Hussain could not ask him for money after all, it would not be professional courtesy. Moreover, even if he did offer him money, he would not want to give a major chunk of it to this cheap characterless whore even if she deserved it. Why would he, when she stooped down so low to even get beaten up by the slum women to cover up just her private parts in public?
Before Mushtaq could say anything, purva interjected "Hussain saheb, aise koi baat nhi hai...aap ne hi bola hai na...ki garage ki bhi koi randi nanga naachne k liye tayyar nhi thi...toh main raandnaach karne k liye tayyar hu aur ab iske upar aap mera makeup bhi karoge...toh paise poochna mera haq banta hai na?", said purva with a submissive expression.
"Dekh raand, tujhe iss liye naachraand k liye poocha kyun ki tu ek dum besharmi hai...sadak pe nanga ghoomne k liye auraton se maar kha chuki hai tu, chappal se. Aur ab aise mere se aise paise maangne me tujhe sharam nhi aati?", said Hussain. The expression on his face told Mushtaq how serious he was, and he knew it. Of course Mushtaq had known Hussain from a long time, and he knew how he dealt with things and he knew it when he was serious, he knew it when he was agitated. purva was of course the latest citizen of the slums and knew nothing about Hussain. Before Mushtaq could control purva, she said "Saheb, aise stage pe itne mard ke saamne nanga naachne k liye itni besharm toh honi padti hai mere jaise...sadak pe sab k saamne auraton se maar khayi hu gandi wali, tabhi toh main itni besharam hui hu...yeh toh aap ka bachha bhi samajh lega".
Indeed that was the tipping point for Hussain. He got up from his chair in a jiffy furiously and raised his hand on purva. "Randi kahin ki, teri ijjat kya hai mere saamne aise baat karne ki", he shouted loudly before Irfan got up and controlled Hussain.
Hussain was agitated. Even though Irfan controlled him, he shouted out, "Mushtaq teri randi ko bol...ki woh bass ek sasti chhinnar hai...control me rakh loudi ko".
By now, Mushtaq lost his high from the liquor. The situation was getting a little out of hand and he had to do something. "Randi chup baith tu", he shouted out to Purva as he slapped roughly on her tits.
purva sensing the tension of the situation managed to keep quiet upon Mushtaq's command. Irfan too got a sense of the situation. Like Mushtaq, he too knew Hussain from a long time, and he knew that he would sometimes suddenly lose his temper. It was crucial that Hussain controlled himself, lest they lose this great opportunity of getting a slutty raandnaach by the shameless whore.
After a couple of minutes, Hussain finally settled down back on his chair. He said, "Mushtaq yeh jo teri raand harkat kar rahi hai...mujhe bilkul achha nhi lag rha hai. Tujhe pata hai na, agar main chahta hu toh abhi k abhi iss randi ka maar-peeth karwa sakta hu auraton se".
Mushtaq was quick to interject before purva could say anything, "Saheb maafi maangta hu randi k taraf se...isko kuch nhi pata", he quickly blurted out to control the situation. "Yeh lo, aap bhi ek peg maar lo", he said, handing out a peg of rum to Hussain ji to cool him.
Purva was a little scared of Hussain's disposition right then, but something in her made her adamant about her role as a Mastanpur whore. It seemed like Hussain antics made her even more stubborn and her she became even more resolute in her mission. Till now, she only demanded money because she thought she deserved it. Indeed, what kind of whore would be ready to acquire such a sleazy look and dance naked on stage in front of cheap men? Truth be told, she did not expect Hussain to react in such a manner and his denial to offer her money for doing such obscene things on stage made her even more adamant about her rights as a whore. She decided that if she was providing such services to the men of Mastanpur, she would have to be paid for it.
Hussain started to consume his alcohol. Mushtaq expected Hussain to cool down with it, but he still continued "Sab k saamne nanga ghoomti hai randi chod aur mujhe paise maang rhi hai, thu" he shouted.
Purva too unable to control herself, blurted out "Saheb, main nanga toh apne mann se ghoomti hu na...stage pe itne saare mard k saamne khullam khulla naachna aasan nhi hai...yeh samajh lo. Mujhe pata hai ki woh joh guests aayenge woh mere bhosde se khelenge aur mera poora fayda uthayenge...fir bhi maine haan bol diya...paise dene main aap itna scene kar rahe ho....yeh kya baat hui?".
Hussain said, "Bhosde se khel lenge...aise bol rahi hai jaise tera kuch nuksaan ho rha hai...abhi k abhi tu 100 mard se chudegi tera mann karta hai toh..."
"Ji haan, kyun nhi, parr uske liye bhi main paise lungi", said Purva.
By now, even Irfan had lost his cool. He could not believe this docile whore he had known for a few hours was behaving so restlessly.
As Hussain again started to lose his temper, Irfan nudged him to keep his calm, and said "Chal randi bol tujhe yeh sab karne k liye kitne paise chahiye?".
Purva was glad that finally they started to talk about money. "Saheb, pura nanga naach rhi hu aur woh bhi sab k saamne, toh kam se kam ek gaane k liye 1000 rupayee toh lagenge".
Irfan let out a giggle sarcastically, and so did Hussain. "Ek gaane pe 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Loudi itne paise me tere jaise main 100 randiyon ko le aa sakta hu samjhi?", said Hussain.
"Achha saheb, toh thik hai toh unse hi karwa lo apna raandnaach", said Purva showing a tinge of arrogance.
Just then, the most unexpected thing happened. Mushtaq slapped Purva hard on Purva's face that made everyone quiet for a moment.
"Bhosdi wali, pehle dhyaan se baat karna seekh bade logon se. Aur ek gaane pe nanga naachna k liye 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Mastanpur me apni ijjat kya samajh rakha hai tu ne? randi ki aulaad!", he shouted loudly as he started to slap purva hard on both her cheeks continuously before Irfan stopped him. "Arre Mushtaq ji, yeh kya kar rahe ho apni biwi k saath...control karo yaar...thik h randi hai toh paise maang rahi hai...uske liye kyun bechaari ko maar rahe ho", he said as Musthaq seemed to cool down.
Purva certainly did not expect Mushtaq, her husband to slap her in front of Hussain and Irfan especially when the egos were running so high.
Mushtaq did not say anything, but it was clear that he was pissed off with Purva's behavior towards the problem and the way she was talking with Hussain, the sarpanch of the slums. He certainly did not expect Purva to be so rebellious.
Getting face slaps from her own husband in front of the men weakened Purva's resolve as tears started to flow heavily from her eyes. Hussain smirked at Purva's tears and took the opportunity to weaken her resolve even more "Randi kahin ki...ek toh besharam aurat hai aur upar se paise pooch rahi hai", he said as he spit on her face in front of both Mushtaq and Irfan. Purva, not wanting to show her weakened resolve in front of the men, just hung her head down and she started sobbing. She did feel like she was being reasonable in asking money for service as the slum's naach raand, but once she received so many slaps from her husband, she decided to stay put. After all, she was a disciplined housewife.
Mushtaq still furious with Purva's behavior stood up and joined his hands together. "Hussain saheb mere randi k taraf se maafi mangta hu...main isse samjhaunga...aap nikal lijiye", he said.
Hussain nodded and got up, and so did Irfan. Hussain then said "Mushtaq teri randi ko aukaat me rakh...iski moonh se bass tera muth nikalni chahiye, awaaz nhi".
"Ji saheb", said Mushtaq, as Hussain and Irfan proceeded to leave. They threw one last glance before they left, at the naked Purva who was by now in all tears. Irfan condescendingly said "Jaada nhi bolti toh rona nhi padta aise".
After they left Mushtaq closed the door and then came back to Purva who was crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. For a moment he did feel apologetic for his behavior towards his whore even though he decided to reprimand her for her behavior towards the sarpanch of the slums. Of course, now he was feeling sympathetic for Purva having slapped her roughly so many times in front of those men. Sympathetically, he put his hand on Purva's shoulder and immediately, Purva shrugged herself forcing Mushtaq to withdraw his hand off of her. Still sobbing, she took the pillow off of the bed and placed it on the floor and slept on the ground all naked sobbing even more into the pillow. Of course, Purva did not expect her husband to slap her and call her names in front of the men, and it seemed like she was more emotionally hurt than physically as her sobs seemed out of control now. Mushtaq, unsure of what to do and how to patch up things with Purva, just sat on the bed looking at his nude whore lying on the ground crying loudly into the pillow.
Purva's emotional turbulence
Seeing his nude wife crying like that on the floor did make Mushtaq repent on his actions. He had just slapped his urban housewife left and right roughly and called her cheap names in front of two men. Of course, he was furious with how she spoke to them, without respect, but he certainly felt he could control his anger. He was also of course furious with how she was demanding about Rs. 1000 for each song for dancing in the raand naach. The alcohol in his system let him loose at that moment, and he was kicking himself for humiliating his dear wife in front of the men. Purva seemed to be really emotionally hurt as she cried into the pillow lying on the floor all naked. Mushtaq was now feeling sorry for his whore. He was certainly taken aback by the fact that she was asking money for dancing shamelessly nude on stage in front of the whole slum, but what enraged him was how she demanded it. After all, Hussain was a man of huge stature in the slums and he held great respect for him, and when Purva talked to him in a disrespectful way, he just could not control himself and ended up slapping his wife roughly on her face.
As Purva still lay there naked on the ground crying into the pillow for receiving face slaps from her husband, Mushtaq was really compassionate on her. After all, she only had him to look up to in between all her troubles in the slum. Realising so, he sat down on the floor and touched his wife on her shoulder. "Maaf kar de meri raand, maine tujhe bohot jor se maar diya hai", he said. Purva, who was still crying uncontrollably with her face stuck into the pillow, did not say anything. It was clear that she was really shocked with Mushtaq's rough treatment of her in front of the men who denied her of her money for her nude raand naach on stage.
The fact that his docile wife did not care to respond to his true apology told Mushtaq how deeply she was hurt. He then tried his usual trick of trying to sexually stimulate her by massaging her nude ass. Seeing no reaction from Purva to his touch on her sexy ass as she just kept sobbing into the pillow, he used his hands to spread both her butt cheeks wide and spit into her asshole a few times before digging deep into her asshole with his thumb. "Randi kya gaand hai yaar teri", he said with lust. He was of course really turned on, but Purva seemed like she was in no mood to forgive Mushtaq for his actions right then. Apparently, it made no difference to Purva as she kept sobbing without looking at him, and Mushtaq could tell that she was indeed emotionally shocked. "Randi, maaf kar de yaar...aise thodi ki mere se baat hi nhi karegi ab?", he said as he absolutely repented his actions.
Even then, Purva did not seem to react as now her sobs seemed to be controlled. She was still crying as was evident from her movements and even Mushtaq's dire attempt of trying to make her feel horny like before, wasn't working out. With no other option, Mushtaq decided to give Purva time to recover from her shock. He had already apologised to her for her actions in front of the men, that had severely hurt her ego, but that was all he could do at that moment. Normally, Purva usually gave up when her husband played with her body, but today it was different. It was clear that she was indeed very upset with Mushtaq's actions and was in no mood to talk to him. Having realised that, Musthaq switched off the lights in the house and went to sleep on the bed while his wife slept naked on the floor. He too was feeling sad for Purva who was still periodically sobbing on the floor, but he decided that the best way to take this thing forward was to talk to his whore in the morning after she finished her duties as the doodhwali and kaamwali.
Purva got up dutifully the next morning at her regular time. As she woke up, she felt it unusual without the familiar feeling of roughness on her tits and the warmth of her husband's manly hands on her boobs. Every night before going to sleep, Mushtaq would fuck her roughly on the bed as he would pinch her tits, slap her face and savage her pussy. Even while sleeping, Mushtaq would tightly hold his wife's boobs in his hands and showered her with his lust. But today, realising that she was sleeping on the floor without her boobs roughly engulfed in the hands of her husband brought Purva to reality as she recollected what had happened last night. She saw Mushtaq asleep on the bed and she developed the usual feeling of kissing her husband in his sleep like she usually did every morning when she woke up. Today though, she tried her best to not do it, as if to satisfy her feminine ego. She knew that her husband was indeed apologetic for slapping her roughly on her face multiple times in front of Hussain and Irfan last night, when Purva asked money for appearing sleazy and dance all naked for the raand naach. But she was indeed really emotionally hurt and she forcefully restrained herself from kissing her husband on his lips during his sleep.
Purva was troubled in multiple ways, as she did not feel good about being in an emotional war with her loving husband. She loved the feeling of always being naked and vulnerable in the house in front of him and loved how romantic it was when Mushtaq would do anything and everything to her while she was naked and he was clothed. It certainly made their bond more special, and having to deny his dear husband her body when he was horny did not feel good to her.
As she did her daily chores, she did realise that Mushtaq must have reacted in the heat of the moment, and she indeed was ready to forgive him, but it did hurt her, that he slapped her in front of those men without any consideration for her feelings. Moreover, she still felt that as a whore, she deserved money for her services as the slum's raandnaach. Hussian has indeed told them earlier that Khan saheb would offer them money for the raand naach, but the way Hussain reacted when Purva demanded money for dancing shamelessly nude for a total of 40 songs on stage made her stubborn towards her goal. She was still in a state of bother though, unsure of how to deal with this matter. She decided that she would open up about all this to dadi maa, who was her only close ally among the slum women and ask for her suggestion in dealing with this issue. With that in mind, Purva put on her daily skirt and bra that showed off almost all of her assets and proceeded to go about her first duty as the slum's doodhwali.
Purva talks to dadi maa about her compensation as a shameless whore
Once she reached the milk booth, as usual like every day, Kabul proceeded to have fun with Purva. Of course, Kabul normally had a relatively boring job as the slum's milkman, but he felt rejuvenated and looked forward to every morning off late as Purva would come to the milk booth wearing cheap next-to-nothing clothes and allow him to have fun with her pussy and boobs. Yesterday, he had even taken her inside the milk booth to avoid public view and stripped her off of her silly bra and panty and made her completely naked to finger her cunt and play with her tits. Today too, as Purva came inside the milk booth to collect the cans of milk that she would deliver to the slum women, Kabul immediately stripped her off her bra and panty and proceeded to lick her tits with lust. He then inserted two of his fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. "bhabhi, tere saath yeh sab karne me kitna mazaa aata hai...bohot garam raand hai yaar tu", he said as he pervertedly spit on her tits and proceeded to slap them lightly. Normally, Purva was reciprocative to Kabul's lusty actions on her private parts as she would usually moan and enjoy herself, but today she seemed like she was disconnected. Kabul, even though felt like continuing with his fun, felt concerned for her. He did love to molest her and he knew that she was indeed a cheap whore, but seeing Purva not enjoying the molestation told him something was indeed off.
"Kya hua raandbhabhi? bohot naraaz lag rahi hai tu aaj?", he said, even though he continued to feel Purva's boobs with both his hands.
"Kuch nhi Kabul, tu mazee le mera aur jab tera mann bharega mujhe jaane de", she said in a dejected tone.
Kabul by now knew that something was not right. He of course lusted for Purva but he treated her as a good friend, and he felt like he had to respect her feelings right then. Even though he deeply wanted to ask her what was wrong and continue to feel her up and finger her warm pussy which he loved to do, he decided to just let it be for the moment. He looked at her face which was quite expressionless, and with great difficulty he stopped molesting Purva's tits and removed his fingers from her pussy. Earlier, whenever he had his fun with her, Purva too enjoyed it equally, but today she was quite unresponsive and dejected. As he nonchalantly licked his fingers that were smothered by the love juices from Purva's pussy, he continued. "Nhi bhabhi, aise koi baat nhi hai...mujhe lag rha hai tu koi cheez leke upset hai...aise main tere se iss samay me maze nhi lena chahta...tu jaa doodh bechne, aur jab tera mann karega mujhe batana kya hua...tabhi main tere chuchhe aur bhosda ka mazaa lunga", he said earnestly.
Purva was certainly impressed with Kabul's words and actions as he quickly retreated from enjoying Purva's tits and pussy. He was a teenager and Purva knew that he would indeed have great primal instincts in feeling up a mature and busty whore like her, and she knew how difficult it would have been for him to give up on her suddenly. But the way he conducted himself, able to feel her turmoil and respect their friendship made her respect him a great deal right then. She inadvertently moved closer to him and gave him a deep lip kiss much to his delight and surprise. "Thank you Kabul, abhi main tujhe nhi bata sakti mere saath kya ho rha hai...parr baad me main tujhe apna pura badan dungi...tum jo marzi karna hai tab kar sakte ho", she said emotionally. Kabul lovingly grabbed her boobs and said, "bhabhi tu meri dost hai...ab main tera nanga badan ka mazaa leta hu toh yeh nhi hai na ki tujhe main samajh nhi saku...tujhe dekhte hi mere ko samajh main aaya ki tere dimaag me kuch chal rha hai...chal abhi tu toh nikal, aur baad me mujhe batana kya hua...koi dikkat nhi hai", he said, as he lovingly licked both her tits a couple of times before passing a bright smile to her. Purva said "Kabul main bhi tujhe ek bohot achha dost maanti hu aur jaise maine bola, baad main tujhe mera sab kuch dungi...tabhi tum khul k mere mazaa le sakte ho", she said as she gave him a good friendly hug in the nude.
Purva then proceeded to put back on her silly skirt and bra and hopped onto her cycle to deliver milk to the slum women. When she reached dadi maa's house and delivered milk to her, she said "dadi maa, aap se kuch jaroori cheez baat karni hai, baaki ghar me doodh bechke main aaungi aap ke yahan", she said. Once she finished delivering milk to all the households, Purva parked her cycle in front of dadi maa's house and knocked on the door.
Purva had of course expected dadi maa to open the door, but to her surprise an extremely beautiful lady opened the door. The revolted look on her face as she looked at Purva dressed in such exposing clothes along with her cheap unevenly cut hai told her that she indeed did not know who Purva was. "Kaun hai Nazzria?", came a voice from inside the house, and Purva knew it to be dadi maa's voice. The lady in front of her looked at Purva from top to toe involuntarily maintaining the condescending look. "Pata nhi daadi, ek baar aao tum", shouted the lady still looking at Purva in a dirty way.
To Purva's relief, dadi maa came out. "Arre neecha, tum ho kya? aa jao andar", she said. As Purva stepped inside, dadi maa said "yeh meri poti hai Nazzria. Maine tujhe ek baar bataya na...yeh fashion designer hai aur sheher me kaam karti hai, waise yeh sheher me hi rehti hai parr chutti ke din yeh mere saath rehne aati hai ", said dadi maa as she lovingly kissed her granddaughter on her cheeks.
Purva was of course very impressed with Nazzria's extremely good looks. She was indeed looking very beautiful even though it was a time when she wasn't her best. She seemed quite young compared to Purva, but given the respect she had for dadi maa, she inadvertently dropped down to her feet and touched Nazzira's feet. "Assalam Waaleykum Nazzria didi". she said. "Salaam neecha", said Nazzria as Purva got up. "Achha tum hi ho kya neecha, dadi maa tere baare me bohot bataya hai mujhe", she said, as she sized her up.
Purva guessed that if she knew about her, she would know that she was Mushtaq's temporary wife and she would of course also know of her beatings by the slum women for appearing naked in the street and how she was now a doodhwali for all the slum women. Somehow, knowing that Nazzria knew how big a whore she was made Purva feel really comfortable in her presence.
Once inside the house, dadi maa closed the door. She then turned to Purva and said "baitho neecha, kya baat karna tha tujhe mere saath?".
Purva of course by now had developed a good rapport with dadi maa and she felt quite comfortable inside her house and closed doors. That was the reason she decided to conceal her problem regarding the raand naach with dadi maa in the first place. Purva sat on the floor near the door where she usually did and said, "dadi maa, aap chai bana lo, fir main aap ko bataungi...", she said.
Dadi maa too developed good friendship with Purva by then. She had accepted that Purva was a real shameless whore and that she loved to be a source of ultimate pleasure for men given how she took so many beatings from the slum women just to appear naked on the streets for all the men of the slums. Once Purva said that, she prepared the tea for herself, her granddaughter Nazzria and purva. Dadi maa and Nazzria sat on the sofa and Purva sat on the floor near dadi maa's legs as they sipped their chai.
"Haan bata neecha, kya baat karni thi tumhe?", said dadi maa.
Purva started, "dadi maa aur Nazzria didi, jo main aap ko bata rahi ho woh aap please kisi se mat bolna", she started off.
Dadi maa saw concern in her eyes. "Thik hai neecha, ghabra mat...bata kya hua?", she said.
"Dadi maa...Hussain ji do din pehle humare ghar aaye the yeh poochne ki agar main poore gaav k mard k saamne ek nanga raandnaach karne k liye tayyar thi. Woh bol rahe the ki sab k saamne mujhe khul milke 40 gaane pe nanga naach karna hoga 5 launde k saath stage pe", she said. She also explained that this raand naach by her was a welcome party to the two politicians with whom Hussain saheb had ultimate political ties to achieve.
"Achha", said dadi maa, in a curious tone. "Kya bola tumne?", she asked.
"Dadi maa, maine haan toh bol diya tha, parr woh log ab yeh bol rahe the ki woh mere bohot ganda makeup karenge...woh bol rahe the ki mujhe lagbag takla bana denge aur fir sir pe aur mere kaksh k baal pe colour dye lagayenge", said Purva.
"Baap re...nanga naach hi bohot hai, uske upar aise cheeze bhi karne wale hai tere saath?", said dadi maa surprised.
"Haan dadi maa...chalo iss cheez k liye bhi maine nah nhi bola...mujhe yeh sab karne me mazaa aata hi hai...par ab itne gande cheeze mere se karwa rahe hai toh paise maangna mera haq banta hai na?", asked Purva as she inadvertently touched dadi maa's feet and proceeded to massage them out of love.
Purva thought for a minute about it. 1-2 weeks didn't seem all that bad to her. She of course knew that they would indeed be of cheap quality and be bright and gaudy that would make sure she looked trashy and cheap.
"Hmm, ek do hafte hi toh thik hai...usse jyaada lagega toh mushkil hoga", she said.
"Nhi, usse jaada nhi lagega randi, iska tension mat le tu", said Irfan smiling at her.
"Thik h", said Purva convinced about it.
"Apne yeh bola ki mujhe mehendi wagare bhi lagwaoge...woh kaun lagayega?", asked purva.
"Woh dekhna padega randi...filhaal woh karne wala koi mard nhi dikh rha hai hume...par gaav ki koi aurat laga degi tumpe", said Irfan.
"Thik h", said Purva.
Purva once again spent few more minutes to gather her thoughts so that she could speak them confidently. She then said...
"Dekho Irfan ji, yeh toh aap jaante ho ki main bohot besharam randi hu...aur yeh cheez main mana nhi karungi. Issi liye Hussain ji ne raandnaach k liye mujhe chuna hai...aur main yeh bhi aap se bolungi ki jab Hussain saheb yahan aaye the mujhe poochne raandnaach k liye, maine turant haan bola tha. Parr job yeh sab mere saath karwane wale ho...uske liye main alag se paise loongi", Purva said showing the utmost confidence of a whore.
All the men were taken aback at Purva's words. Mushtaq for sure had his tongue tied as he could not believe how his docile wife was indeed demanding extra money to showcase herself as a shameless whore. Hussain too showed surprise on his face hearing Purva's words. Even Irfan, who knew Purva for not more than 5-6 hours was taken aback after seeing how docile and submissive she behaved so far.
Hussain said, "Mushtaq kya baat hai bhai...teri randi ko kya pila rha hai tu...aaj kal paise maangne lagi hai?", he said sarcastically. Of course, he was the sarpanch and he ruled the place, and truth be told he did not like Purva's attitude right then. How dare she ask money for being herself, he thought, but decided to play it cool. Of course, he had to find a way to make Purva perform the raand naach in the cheapest way possible by money too. He of course could not ask the slum men for money, they would only revolt against him given how Purva had already shown her nude self to so many in the slums. He also could not be sure that Khan saheb, primarily for whom he was arranging this naachraand by Purva, would give him money for seeing the raand naach. Of course, Hussain could not ask him for money after all, it would not be professional courtesy. Moreover, even if he did offer him money, he would not want to give a major chunk of it to this cheap characterless whore even if she deserved it. Why would he, when she stooped down so low to even get beaten up by the slum women to cover up just her private parts in public?
Before Mushtaq could say anything, purva interjected "Hussain saheb, aise koi baat nhi hai...aap ne hi bola hai na...ki garage ki bhi koi randi nanga naachne k liye tayyar nhi thi...toh main raandnaach karne k liye tayyar hu aur ab iske upar aap mera makeup bhi karoge...toh paise poochna mera haq banta hai na?", said purva with a submissive expression.
"Dekh raand, tujhe iss liye naachraand k liye poocha kyun ki tu ek dum besharmi hai...sadak pe nanga ghoomne k liye auraton se maar kha chuki hai tu, chappal se. Aur ab aise mere se aise paise maangne me tujhe sharam nhi aati?", said Hussain. The expression on his face told Mushtaq how serious he was, and he knew it. Of course Mushtaq had known Hussain from a long time, and he knew how he dealt with things and he knew it when he was serious, he knew it when he was agitated. purva was of course the latest citizen of the slums and knew nothing about Hussain. Before Mushtaq could control purva, she said "Saheb, aise stage pe itne mard ke saamne nanga naachne k liye itni besharm toh honi padti hai mere jaise...sadak pe sab k saamne auraton se maar khayi hu gandi wali, tabhi toh main itni besharam hui hu...yeh toh aap ka bachha bhi samajh lega".
Indeed that was the tipping point for Hussain. He got up from his chair in a jiffy furiously and raised his hand on purva. "Randi kahin ki, teri ijjat kya hai mere saamne aise baat karne ki", he shouted loudly before Irfan got up and controlled Hussain.
Hussain was agitated. Even though Irfan controlled him, he shouted out, "Mushtaq teri randi ko bol...ki woh bass ek sasti chhinnar hai...control me rakh loudi ko".
By now, Mushtaq lost his high from the liquor. The situation was getting a little out of hand and he had to do something. "Randi chup baith tu", he shouted out to Purva as he slapped roughly on her tits.
purva sensing the tension of the situation managed to keep quiet upon Mushtaq's command. Irfan too got a sense of the situation. Like Mushtaq, he too knew Hussain from a long time, and he knew that he would sometimes suddenly lose his temper. It was crucial that Hussain controlled himself, lest they lose this great opportunity of getting a slutty raandnaach by the shameless whore.
After a couple of minutes, Hussain finally settled down back on his chair. He said, "Mushtaq yeh jo teri raand harkat kar rahi hai...mujhe bilkul achha nhi lag rha hai. Tujhe pata hai na, agar main chahta hu toh abhi k abhi iss randi ka maar-peeth karwa sakta hu auraton se".
Mushtaq was quick to interject before purva could say anything, "Saheb maafi maangta hu randi k taraf se...isko kuch nhi pata", he quickly blurted out to control the situation. "Yeh lo, aap bhi ek peg maar lo", he said, handing out a peg of rum to Hussain ji to cool him.
Purva was a little scared of Hussain's disposition right then, but something in her made her adamant about her role as a Mastanpur whore. It seemed like Hussain antics made her even more stubborn and her she became even more resolute in her mission. Till now, she only demanded money because she thought she deserved it. Indeed, what kind of whore would be ready to acquire such a sleazy look and dance naked on stage in front of cheap men? Truth be told, she did not expect Hussain to react in such a manner and his denial to offer her money for doing such obscene things on stage made her even more adamant about her rights as a whore. She decided that if she was providing such services to the men of Mastanpur, she would have to be paid for it.
Hussain started to consume his alcohol. Mushtaq expected Hussain to cool down with it, but he still continued "Sab k saamne nanga ghoomti hai randi chod aur mujhe paise maang rhi hai, thu" he shouted.
Purva too unable to control herself, blurted out "Saheb, main nanga toh apne mann se ghoomti hu na...stage pe itne saare mard k saamne khullam khulla naachna aasan nhi hai...yeh samajh lo. Mujhe pata hai ki woh joh guests aayenge woh mere bhosde se khelenge aur mera poora fayda uthayenge...fir bhi maine haan bol diya...paise dene main aap itna scene kar rahe ho....yeh kya baat hui?".
Hussain said, "Bhosde se khel lenge...aise bol rahi hai jaise tera kuch nuksaan ho rha hai...abhi k abhi tu 100 mard se chudegi tera mann karta hai toh..."
"Ji haan, kyun nhi, parr uske liye bhi main paise lungi", said Purva.
By now, even Irfan had lost his cool. He could not believe this docile whore he had known for a few hours was behaving so restlessly.
As Hussain again started to lose his temper, Irfan nudged him to keep his calm, and said "Chal randi bol tujhe yeh sab karne k liye kitne paise chahiye?".
Purva was glad that finally they started to talk about money. "Saheb, pura nanga naach rhi hu aur woh bhi sab k saamne, toh kam se kam ek gaane k liye 1000 rupayee toh lagenge".
Irfan let out a giggle sarcastically, and so did Hussain. "Ek gaane pe 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Loudi itne paise me tere jaise main 100 randiyon ko le aa sakta hu samjhi?", said Hussain.
"Achha saheb, toh thik hai toh unse hi karwa lo apna raandnaach", said Purva showing a tinge of arrogance.
Just then, the most unexpected thing happened. Mushtaq slapped Purva hard on Purva's face that made everyone quiet for a moment.
"Bhosdi wali, pehle dhyaan se baat karna seekh bade logon se. Aur ek gaane pe nanga naachna k liye 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Mastanpur me apni ijjat kya samajh rakha hai tu ne? randi ki aulaad!", he shouted loudly as he started to slap purva hard on both her cheeks continuously before Irfan stopped him. "Arre Mushtaq ji, yeh kya kar rahe ho apni biwi k saath...control karo yaar...thik h randi hai toh paise maang rahi hai...uske liye kyun bechaari ko maar rahe ho", he said as Musthaq seemed to cool down.
Purva certainly did not expect Mushtaq, her husband to slap her in front of Hussain and Irfan especially when the egos were running so high.
Mushtaq did not say anything, but it was clear that he was pissed off with Purva's behavior towards the problem and the way she was talking with Hussain, the sarpanch of the slums. He certainly did not expect Purva to be so rebellious.
Getting face slaps from her own husband in front of the men weakened Purva's resolve as tears started to flow heavily from her eyes. Hussain smirked at Purva's tears and took the opportunity to weaken her resolve even more "Randi kahin ki...ek toh besharam aurat hai aur upar se paise pooch rahi hai", he said as he spit on her face in front of both Mushtaq and Irfan. Purva, not wanting to show her weakened resolve in front of the men, just hung her head down and she started sobbing. She did feel like she was being reasonable in asking money for service as the slum's naach raand, but once she received so many slaps from her husband, she decided to stay put. After all, she was a disciplined housewife.
Mushtaq still furious with Purva's behavior stood up and joined his hands together. "Hussain saheb mere randi k taraf se maafi mangta hu...main isse samjhaunga...aap nikal lijiye", he said.
Hussain nodded and got up, and so did Irfan. Hussain then said "Mushtaq teri randi ko aukaat me rakh...iski moonh se bass tera muth nikalni chahiye, awaaz nhi".
"Ji saheb", said Mushtaq, as Hussain and Irfan proceeded to leave. They threw one last glance before they left, at the naked Purva who was by now in all tears. Irfan condescendingly said "Jaada nhi bolti toh rona nhi padta aise".
After they left Mushtaq closed the door and then came back to Purva who was crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. For a moment he did feel apologetic for his behavior towards his whore even though he decided to reprimand her for her behavior towards the sarpanch of the slums. Of course, now he was feeling sympathetic for Purva having slapped her roughly so many times in front of those men. Sympathetically, he put his hand on Purva's shoulder and immediately, Purva shrugged herself forcing Mushtaq to withdraw his hand off of her. Still sobbing, she took the pillow off of the bed and placed it on the floor and slept on the ground all naked sobbing even more into the pillow. Of course, Purva did not expect her husband to slap her and call her names in front of the men, and it seemed like she was more emotionally hurt than physically as her sobs seemed out of control now. Mushtaq, unsure of what to do and how to patch up things with Purva, just sat on the bed looking at his nude whore lying on the ground crying loudly into the pillow.
Purva's emotional turbulence
Seeing his nude wife crying like that on the floor did make Mushtaq repent on his actions. He had just slapped his urban housewife left and right roughly and called her cheap names in front of two men. Of course, he was furious with how she spoke to them, without respect, but he certainly felt he could control his anger. He was also of course furious with how she was demanding about Rs. 1000 for each song for dancing in the raand naach. The alcohol in his system let him loose at that moment, and he was kicking himself for humiliating his dear wife in front of the men. Purva seemed to be really emotionally hurt as she cried into the pillow lying on the floor all naked. Mushtaq was now feeling sorry for his whore. He was certainly taken aback by the fact that she was asking money for dancing shamelessly nude on stage in front of the whole slum, but what enraged him was how she demanded it. After all, Hussain was a man of huge stature in the slums and he held great respect for him, and when Purva talked to him in a disrespectful way, he just could not control himself and ended up slapping his wife roughly on her face.
As Purva still lay there naked on the ground crying into the pillow for receiving face slaps from her husband, Mushtaq was really compassionate on her. After all, she only had him to look up to in between all her troubles in the slum. Realising so, he sat down on the floor and touched his wife on her shoulder. "Maaf kar de meri raand, maine tujhe bohot jor se maar diya hai", he said. Purva, who was still crying uncontrollably with her face stuck into the pillow, did not say anything. It was clear that she was really shocked with Mushtaq's rough treatment of her in front of the men who denied her of her money for her nude raand naach on stage.
The fact that his docile wife did not care to respond to his true apology told Mushtaq how deeply she was hurt. He then tried his usual trick of trying to sexually stimulate her by massaging her nude ass. Seeing no reaction from Purva to his touch on her sexy ass as she just kept sobbing into the pillow, he used his hands to spread both her butt cheeks wide and spit into her asshole a few times before digging deep into her asshole with his thumb. "Randi kya gaand hai yaar teri", he said with lust. He was of course really turned on, but Purva seemed like she was in no mood to forgive Mushtaq for his actions right then. Apparently, it made no difference to Purva as she kept sobbing without looking at him, and Mushtaq could tell that she was indeed emotionally shocked. "Randi, maaf kar de yaar...aise thodi ki mere se baat hi nhi karegi ab?", he said as he absolutely repented his actions.
Even then, Purva did not seem to react as now her sobs seemed to be controlled. She was still crying as was evident from her movements and even Mushtaq's dire attempt of trying to make her feel horny like before, wasn't working out. With no other option, Mushtaq decided to give Purva time to recover from her shock. He had already apologised to her for her actions in front of the men, that had severely hurt her ego, but that was all he could do at that moment. Normally, Purva usually gave up when her husband played with her body, but today it was different. It was clear that she was indeed very upset with Mushtaq's actions and was in no mood to talk to him. Having realised that, Musthaq switched off the lights in the house and went to sleep on the bed while his wife slept naked on the floor. He too was feeling sad for Purva who was still periodically sobbing on the floor, but he decided that the best way to take this thing forward was to talk to his whore in the morning after she finished her duties as the doodhwali and kaamwali.
Purva got up dutifully the next morning at her regular time. As she woke up, she felt it unusual without the familiar feeling of roughness on her tits and the warmth of her husband's manly hands on her boobs. Every night before going to sleep, Mushtaq would fuck her roughly on the bed as he would pinch her tits, slap her face and savage her pussy. Even while sleeping, Mushtaq would tightly hold his wife's boobs in his hands and showered her with his lust. But today, realising that she was sleeping on the floor without her boobs roughly engulfed in the hands of her husband brought Purva to reality as she recollected what had happened last night. She saw Mushtaq asleep on the bed and she developed the usual feeling of kissing her husband in his sleep like she usually did every morning when she woke up. Today though, she tried her best to not do it, as if to satisfy her feminine ego. She knew that her husband was indeed apologetic for slapping her roughly on her face multiple times in front of Hussain and Irfan last night, when Purva asked money for appearing sleazy and dance all naked for the raand naach. But she was indeed really emotionally hurt and she forcefully restrained herself from kissing her husband on his lips during his sleep.
Purva was troubled in multiple ways, as she did not feel good about being in an emotional war with her loving husband. She loved the feeling of always being naked and vulnerable in the house in front of him and loved how romantic it was when Mushtaq would do anything and everything to her while she was naked and he was clothed. It certainly made their bond more special, and having to deny his dear husband her body when he was horny did not feel good to her.
As she did her daily chores, she did realise that Mushtaq must have reacted in the heat of the moment, and she indeed was ready to forgive him, but it did hurt her, that he slapped her in front of those men without any consideration for her feelings. Moreover, she still felt that as a whore, she deserved money for her services as the slum's raandnaach. Hussian has indeed told them earlier that Khan saheb would offer them money for the raand naach, but the way Hussain reacted when Purva demanded money for dancing shamelessly nude for a total of 40 songs on stage made her stubborn towards her goal. She was still in a state of bother though, unsure of how to deal with this matter. She decided that she would open up about all this to dadi maa, who was her only close ally among the slum women and ask for her suggestion in dealing with this issue. With that in mind, Purva put on her daily skirt and bra that showed off almost all of her assets and proceeded to go about her first duty as the slum's doodhwali.
Purva talks to dadi maa about her compensation as a shameless whore
Once she reached the milk booth, as usual like every day, Kabul proceeded to have fun with Purva. Of course, Kabul normally had a relatively boring job as the slum's milkman, but he felt rejuvenated and looked forward to every morning off late as Purva would come to the milk booth wearing cheap next-to-nothing clothes and allow him to have fun with her pussy and boobs. Yesterday, he had even taken her inside the milk booth to avoid public view and stripped her off of her silly bra and panty and made her completely naked to finger her cunt and play with her tits. Today too, as Purva came inside the milk booth to collect the cans of milk that she would deliver to the slum women, Kabul immediately stripped her off her bra and panty and proceeded to lick her tits with lust. He then inserted two of his fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. "bhabhi, tere saath yeh sab karne me kitna mazaa aata hai...bohot garam raand hai yaar tu", he said as he pervertedly spit on her tits and proceeded to slap them lightly. Normally, Purva was reciprocative to Kabul's lusty actions on her private parts as she would usually moan and enjoy herself, but today she seemed like she was disconnected. Kabul, even though felt like continuing with his fun, felt concerned for her. He did love to molest her and he knew that she was indeed a cheap whore, but seeing Purva not enjoying the molestation told him something was indeed off.
"Kya hua raandbhabhi? bohot naraaz lag rahi hai tu aaj?", he said, even though he continued to feel Purva's boobs with both his hands.
"Kuch nhi Kabul, tu mazee le mera aur jab tera mann bharega mujhe jaane de", she said in a dejected tone.
Kabul by now knew that something was not right. He of course lusted for Purva but he treated her as a good friend, and he felt like he had to respect her feelings right then. Even though he deeply wanted to ask her what was wrong and continue to feel her up and finger her warm pussy which he loved to do, he decided to just let it be for the moment. He looked at her face which was quite expressionless, and with great difficulty he stopped molesting Purva's tits and removed his fingers from her pussy. Earlier, whenever he had his fun with her, Purva too enjoyed it equally, but today she was quite unresponsive and dejected. As he nonchalantly licked his fingers that were smothered by the love juices from Purva's pussy, he continued. "Nhi bhabhi, aise koi baat nhi hai...mujhe lag rha hai tu koi cheez leke upset hai...aise main tere se iss samay me maze nhi lena chahta...tu jaa doodh bechne, aur jab tera mann karega mujhe batana kya hua...tabhi main tere chuchhe aur bhosda ka mazaa lunga", he said earnestly.
Purva was certainly impressed with Kabul's words and actions as he quickly retreated from enjoying Purva's tits and pussy. He was a teenager and Purva knew that he would indeed have great primal instincts in feeling up a mature and busty whore like her, and she knew how difficult it would have been for him to give up on her suddenly. But the way he conducted himself, able to feel her turmoil and respect their friendship made her respect him a great deal right then. She inadvertently moved closer to him and gave him a deep lip kiss much to his delight and surprise. "Thank you Kabul, abhi main tujhe nhi bata sakti mere saath kya ho rha hai...parr baad me main tujhe apna pura badan dungi...tum jo marzi karna hai tab kar sakte ho", she said emotionally. Kabul lovingly grabbed her boobs and said, "bhabhi tu meri dost hai...ab main tera nanga badan ka mazaa leta hu toh yeh nhi hai na ki tujhe main samajh nhi saku...tujhe dekhte hi mere ko samajh main aaya ki tere dimaag me kuch chal rha hai...chal abhi tu toh nikal, aur baad me mujhe batana kya hua...koi dikkat nhi hai", he said, as he lovingly licked both her tits a couple of times before passing a bright smile to her. Purva said "Kabul main bhi tujhe ek bohot achha dost maanti hu aur jaise maine bola, baad main tujhe mera sab kuch dungi...tabhi tum khul k mere mazaa le sakte ho", she said as she gave him a good friendly hug in the nude.
Purva then proceeded to put back on her silly skirt and bra and hopped onto her cycle to deliver milk to the slum women. When she reached dadi maa's house and delivered milk to her, she said "dadi maa, aap se kuch jaroori cheez baat karni hai, baaki ghar me doodh bechke main aaungi aap ke yahan", she said. Once she finished delivering milk to all the households, Purva parked her cycle in front of dadi maa's house and knocked on the door.
Purva had of course expected dadi maa to open the door, but to her surprise an extremely beautiful lady opened the door. The revolted look on her face as she looked at Purva dressed in such exposing clothes along with her cheap unevenly cut hai told her that she indeed did not know who Purva was. "Kaun hai Nazzria?", came a voice from inside the house, and Purva knew it to be dadi maa's voice. The lady in front of her looked at Purva from top to toe involuntarily maintaining the condescending look. "Pata nhi daadi, ek baar aao tum", shouted the lady still looking at Purva in a dirty way.
To Purva's relief, dadi maa came out. "Arre neecha, tum ho kya? aa jao andar", she said. As Purva stepped inside, dadi maa said "yeh meri poti hai Nazzria. Maine tujhe ek baar bataya na...yeh fashion designer hai aur sheher me kaam karti hai, waise yeh sheher me hi rehti hai parr chutti ke din yeh mere saath rehne aati hai ", said dadi maa as she lovingly kissed her granddaughter on her cheeks.
Purva was of course very impressed with Nazzria's extremely good looks. She was indeed looking very beautiful even though it was a time when she wasn't her best. She seemed quite young compared to Purva, but given the respect she had for dadi maa, she inadvertently dropped down to her feet and touched Nazzira's feet. "Assalam Waaleykum Nazzria didi". she said. "Salaam neecha", said Nazzria as Purva got up. "Achha tum hi ho kya neecha, dadi maa tere baare me bohot bataya hai mujhe", she said, as she sized her up.
Purva guessed that if she knew about her, she would know that she was Mushtaq's temporary wife and she would of course also know of her beatings by the slum women for appearing naked in the street and how she was now a doodhwali for all the slum women. Somehow, knowing that Nazzria knew how big a whore she was made Purva feel really comfortable in her presence.
Once inside the house, dadi maa closed the door. She then turned to Purva and said "baitho neecha, kya baat karna tha tujhe mere saath?".
Purva of course by now had developed a good rapport with dadi maa and she felt quite comfortable inside her house and closed doors. That was the reason she decided to conceal her problem regarding the raand naach with dadi maa in the first place. Purva sat on the floor near the door where she usually did and said, "dadi maa, aap chai bana lo, fir main aap ko bataungi...", she said.
Dadi maa too developed good friendship with Purva by then. She had accepted that Purva was a real shameless whore and that she loved to be a source of ultimate pleasure for men given how she took so many beatings from the slum women just to appear naked on the streets for all the men of the slums. Once Purva said that, she prepared the tea for herself, her granddaughter Nazzria and purva. Dadi maa and Nazzria sat on the sofa and Purva sat on the floor near dadi maa's legs as they sipped their chai.
"Haan bata neecha, kya baat karni thi tumhe?", said dadi maa.
Purva started, "dadi maa aur Nazzria didi, jo main aap ko bata rahi ho woh aap please kisi se mat bolna", she started off.
Dadi maa saw concern in her eyes. "Thik hai neecha, ghabra mat...bata kya hua?", she said.
"Dadi maa...Hussain ji do din pehle humare ghar aaye the yeh poochne ki agar main poore gaav k mard k saamne ek nanga raandnaach karne k liye tayyar thi. Woh bol rahe the ki sab k saamne mujhe khul milke 40 gaane pe nanga naach karna hoga 5 launde k saath stage pe", she said. She also explained that this raand naach by her was a welcome party to the two politicians with whom Hussain saheb had ultimate political ties to achieve.
"Achha", said dadi maa, in a curious tone. "Kya bola tumne?", she asked.
"Dadi maa, maine haan toh bol diya tha, parr woh log ab yeh bol rahe the ki woh mere bohot ganda makeup karenge...woh bol rahe the ki mujhe lagbag takla bana denge aur fir sir pe aur mere kaksh k baal pe colour dye lagayenge", said Purva.
"Baap re...nanga naach hi bohot hai, uske upar aise cheeze bhi karne wale hai tere saath?", said dadi maa surprised.
"Haan dadi maa...chalo iss cheez k liye bhi maine nah nhi bola...mujhe yeh sab karne me mazaa aata hi hai...par ab itne gande cheeze mere se karwa rahe hai toh paise maangna mera haq banta hai na?", asked Purva as she inadvertently touched dadi maa's feet and proceeded to massage them out of love.
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