Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

Hussain reached home and had a bath and then had his lunch. He was extremely satisfied about how the things stood at that point and he himself was sexually charged up for witnessing the raand naach by Purva. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would be able to execute such a devious and erotic event for all the men to enjoy and he felt extremely proud about it. The fact that whole of Mastanpur (excluding most of the women even though of course they weren't restricted from attending it) would be happy to witness such a sleazy and erotic show on stage would also do wonders to his upcoming political career. He could not express how glad he was to have found someone as shameless and characterless as Purva right when he needed it.

Hussain then made a couple of calls to take care of the other arrangements for the raand naach. He planned to host the event after 4 days, so he had to be meticulous. He had to take care of setting up the stage and lights and other infrastructure. Abdul was already preparing himself for being the host and the filler in between Purva's dance. He decided that after judging the pace of progress of everything, he would call up Khan saheb and inform him that they were invited. They were not too busy with work right now, as was informed to him by Khan saheb and that he and the party president would be ready to arrive in Mastanpur any moment.

Purva's practise for the raand naach begins

The next morning Purva as usual got up at her regular time and went about her job as the slum's doodhwali and kaamwali. Today she offered herself completely to Kabul given how she was bland with him yesterday. She was happy today and like she promised she gave herself in to Kabul. Kabul had made her naked and had his way with her pussy and boobs as he fingered her roughly to an orgasm right inside the milk booth. Purva however was cautious not to say anything regarding the raand naach to him. Hussain had told her not to mention this to anyone right now for reasons he denied to tell her. Anyway, she just said to Kabul that her problem was now resolved and that she was delighted to let Kabul have his fun with her.

After she came home from her duties, Purva and Mushtaq completed their daily ritual. Mushtaq and Hussain had agreed that Purva would be allowed to stay without bathing up until the day of her makeup, so Purva did not care about it. Musthaq kinkily smelt her armpits and licked her pubic hair.

"Bohot achha aa rha hai randi tumpe baal yahan pe, inko rang lagane k baad kya besharm raand dikhegi tu", he said as he ran his hands over both her armpits in front of the mirror and kissed her lips with lust.

When she had first heard this fetish from Mushtaq that he wanted to see dense growth of pubic hair in her armpits, Purva was repulsed. But now she was also starting to enjoy the cheap and sleazy look it gave her. She blushed at Mushtaq's words and imagining how trashy and cheap she would look with an almost bald head and such dense hair in her underarms made her get wet in her loins. Such a look was so going to be so shameless and trashy, it didn't even seem real to her!

After preparing and having breakfast, Mushtaq and Purva hopped on their cycle to go to the shed where Purva was going to have her practice for the raand naach. Irfan was known to be a strict and professional dance master, so he politely asked Mushtaq to not attend their practice sessions as it would interfere with Purva's emotional feelings of dancing naked in front of other men right in front of her husband. Of course, Irfan still knew that she was Musthaq's whore and nothing more, but even then he expected professionalism from his students and Purva was of course his student right then.

So as they reached the shed, Mushtaq asked purva to get off the cycle and said to her, "Randi, achhe se seekhna. Yeh raandnaach tere liye bhi bohot achha mauka hai Mastanpur me sab ko khush karne k liye. Jaise Irfan bolega waise hi karna, samjhi?".

Purva nodded to Musthaq's words. She was dressed in the transparent burkha along with the sleazy skirt and bra underneath it. "Thik h Mushtaq ji, main aise hi karungi...aap chinta mat karo", she said with a bright smile. Truth be told, she was nervous given how important the raand naach was. What if she did not meet their expectations, especially when both Hussain and Irfan had exclaimed multiple times that she had the body and the character for doing such an obscene raand naach? She was anxious about it and she was having butterflies in her stomach. But one thing was sure, she wanted to be her best and work hard for making this raand naach a great success.

After Mushtaq left, Purva took in a deep breath and entered the shed, where Irfan and the dance troop guys were waiting for her.

As she entered the doorless makeshift shed where she would be practising, Irfan welcomed her with a bright smile. Indeed, he too was excited to teach the docile whore sleazy steps for the raand naach. "Aa gayi naachraand, aaja raand aaja...tera hi intezaar tha", he said.

Purva shyly walked into the shed. She was a little nervous about the whole thing, given that these days she always had Mushtaq, her husband beside her. But today, she was on her own, and added to that was her nervousness regarding the raand naach. However, she tried to remain calm and take it in her stride. She knew she just had to do what she was supposed to. So as she entered the shed, she smiled at Irfan and the lads. She then bent down on her knees and touched Irfan's feet as a mark of respect. "Assalam waaleykum Irfan ji", she said as she touched his feet. "Salaam randi, uth jao", said Irfan as he touched her shoulders.

"Dekho randi, aaj se tera practise shuru hoga raandnaach k liye. Tujhe bohot achhe se practise karna hoga kyu ki khul mil ke 40 songs hai aur woh bohot jaada hai...uske liye tujhe stamina bhi laana padega toh practise me yeh bhi hum karenge ki bohot naachegi tu ek saath, samjhi?", Irfan said.

"Haan Irfan saab", said Purva.

"Aur suno, waise tu mujhe Irfan saheb bahar bula sakte ho, par jab tu practise kar rahi hai main tera dance teacher hu, toh tu mujhe master saab karke hi bulayegi, samjhi?", said Irfan.

"Haan master saab", said Purva with a smile.

"Badhiya. Ab chal tu kapde utaar ke yahan rakh de neeche".

Purva complied to Irfan's command and proceeded to remove her clothes. As she did that, Irfan took out a dozen bananas from a cover he had brought and came up to her. As she was getting naked, Irfan said, "Yeh le randi tujhe roj practise shuru karne se pehle yeh 12 kele khana padega...isse tujhe bohot taakat milegi lagataar ghanton tak naachne k liye".

Purva got naked and dropped the clothes on the side on the carpet covered muddy ground. She was feeling hot now, now that she was naked as the dance troop lads looked on at her nude form with lust.

Purva took the dozen bananas and said, "thik h master saab" and proceeded to eat the bananas one by one. She was impressed with Irfan's professionalism and was happy that he had taken the effort to get the bananas that was necessary for her diet for the raand naach. Of course, dancing for such a long time for the raand naach, would command a lot of energy and Purva was convinced that 12 bananas would be doing a good job of giving her the required stamina and energy.

Of course, Purva had never really eaten so many bananas at a stretch and she found herself having to put in great effort to consume all of them. "Master saab, saare kha nhi paa rahi hu mein", she said as she touched her stomach signalling that she was full.

"Aise nhi chalega raand, tujhe khaana hi padega...nhi toh tujhe taakat nhi milega...aaram se hi khana koi dikkat nhi", said Irfan with a smile as he and the lads patiently waited for the naked Purva to consume all the bananas.

After Purva somehow managed to finish all her bananas, she could see that her stomach was bloated, much to her embarrassment. She also found herself burping a lot as the men laughed out to her unwomanly burps. Purva shyly looked down at the floor which all the men found really cute.

"Arre meri randi koi nhi...12 kele khane k baad aise hi hoga...usme kya hai", Irfan said laughing.

Irfan then said, "Randi humare dance sessions pure record karne k liye maine ek camera rakha hai wahan pe", he said to purva pointing her to a camera that was placed on the floor in the corner. "Isse hume pata chalega tu kaise naach rahi hai aur kahan kahan tujhe aur practise karna hoga...samjhi?", he said.

Purva looked at the camera and said "Ji master saab".

"Badhiya, toh chalo shuru karte hai. Pehle main tujhe raandnaach ka salaam sikhaunga. Idhar aao aur yahan khade ho", he said as he moved Purva by shoulders to the middle of the shed. Irfan asked the boys to come over to the other side where they could see her face to face.

"Yeh salaam tujhe raandnaach shuru karne se pehle karna hoga", he said.

"Apne pair ko ek dum dur rakh aur ek dum neeche jhuk ke pehle zameen ko dono haathon se chuna. Fir apne bhosda pe dono haath rakh aur fir tere dono babbe pe haath rakh. Uske baad wapas khada ho jaana", said Irfan.

Purva complied to her dance master's command as she extended her legs as far as she could. "Aise master ji?".

"Aur dur karo", said Irfan.

Purva managed to extend her legs only a little more much to her discomfort. Irfan didn't seem really satisfied. "Isse thoda aur chahiye hoga parr koi baat nhi, seekh jayegi tu, ab aise hi gaand bahar kar ke neech jhuk", he said.

With her legs extended to the maximum limit, Purva bent down careful not to bend at her knees that resulted in her ass being pushed out completely.

"Aur jhak randi aur", said Irfan with a stern look.

Purva was feeling the heat in her thighs and joints as she was stretched to the maximum. She was squatting with her legs wide and it was certainly difficult to attain the pose that Irfan wanted. However, with the determination of a real whore she exerted more pressure on her knees and thighs and managed down a little more making sure her ass was still sticking out.

Irfan said, "Randi isse jaada chahiye...itna kaafi nhi hoga. Thik h koi baat nahi, ab baaki karo", he said, with a rough voice.

Purva then touched the muddy ground with both her hands, she then touched her wet pussy and her boobs with her hands and then stood up expecting to get appreciation from her dance master.

"Thik h, iske baad saare mehmaano ko ek baar dekh ke ek achha sa smile dena aur fir wapas aise hi pair dur karke jhuk jaana aur haath upar karke sab ko apna saalam dena".

Purva enacted the next step as she smiled at Irfan and then once again extended her legs, bent down with her ass protruding out and then raise her arms to join her hands as a mark of respect for the guests.

"Badhiya, ab utho randi", he said.

"Isko raand naach salaam bolte hai. Iska matlab yeh hai ki tu yahan Mastanpur ki hai aur apne dharti se pyaar karti hai. Aur jab tu apne bhosde aur babbe ko apne haathon se chuti hai, yeh matlab hai ki tu yeh raandnaach karegi apna bhosda and aur babbe ko pura dikha ke. Aur salaam iss liye ki tu chahti hai ku sab log tera yeh nanga raand naach dekh ke khush ho, samjhi?", he asked Purva.

"Haan master saab", said Purva with a confident smile to pacify her master.

Irfan wasn't really convinced but he knew that Purva was in her early thirties and so she would lack flexibility in her body. Moreover, she was slightly on the fleshier side, so she would have difficulty in stretching herself as required for the raand naach. But he was sure that Purva was willing to commit herself to do her best and with enough practice she would attain the perfection he wanted off her.

Irfan then proceeded to play a song from the music recorder he had brought. It was a loud bhojpuri item song, that talked about how a horny girl wanted to get fucked by loads of men. "Yeh gaana tere liye ek dum sahi hai randi", he said as he played the song as the lads laughed out. Purva too blushed at his words.

As the song played, Irfan co-ordinated with both Purva and the lads and explained the steps in detail. The steps, as Purva realised, involved Purva exhibiting great energy and enthusiasm and lyrical relevance. She didn't know bhojpuri but as Irfan explained the meaning of the song, she realised that Irfan was making her do steps that justified the lyrics.

"Ab neecha so ja aur taang baahar kar ke apna bhosda dikha sab ko aur upar neeche kar apna badan ko", he said in one of the dance sequences where the song indicated that she wanted to get fucked.

"Aur jaada aur jaada hila apne badan ko. Aur jor se challang maar randi...khud jor se...babbe aur jor se hila", he shouted out to her as he taught her the steps. purva quickly realised why both Hussain and Mushtaq had told her he was a strict dance master. He was relentless as he made Purva exhibit enormous energy in each of her steps.

"Loudi, expression kaun dega? Acchi dancer wahi hai jo achhe se expressions degi...tujhe yeh expressions dena hoga ki tu kitni chudna chahti hai...", he shouted out, as he forcefully brought out the best expressions in her.

In the later part of the song, the lyrics of the song were about how the dancer imagined many young men around her touching her and feeling her as she got horny. Towards that, Irfan instructed the lads to touch Purva's boobs and finger her pussy as part of the steps. "Randi k babbe ko dabao jor se aur iske gaand me jor se thappad maaro", he instructed them, as the lads all took the opportunity to grab at purva's tits and slap her tits and ass as they wished. "Aur jor se maaro...yeh raandnaach hai bhai log, aur yeh ek besharm raand hai...jor se maaro", said Irfan as he exhibited the look of a serious professional. The lads took to slapping Purva and molesting her parts to their wish with a look of lust and pleasure in their eyes. Purva, by now was already enormously turned on with how the practise was going. With 5 pairs of hands all over her body slapping her roughly and feeling her, she was beginning to get extremely wet and she longed to touch her pussy already. Moreover, the lads' fingers inside her was making her squeal every now and then, that Irfan acknowledged with a smile.

The practise in the shed continued with the same level of passion and commitment from everyone and Purva was by now horny and sweating like crazy. She had never ever danced so much in her life and Irfan, being the strict master he was, took care of every detail and made her repeat certain steps entirely where he deemed fit. He commanded her to jump more energetically, shake her tits faster and heavier and drop to the ground with a thud multiple times on her back where it was necessary to show off her cunt to the audience. The lads on the other hand did not have any steps that had to show exorbitant energy levels like Purva. All their steps were just mostly feeling her up and slapping her parts or just casual steps. Of course, to Purva it made sense as the raand naach was essentially her show. People would come to see her nude and see her dance obscenely and no one would look at the lads.

With small breaks, Purva's first day of practise finally came to an end after about 5 hours of gruelling practise where she made to dance to 10 songs. She was so tired at the end of the practise, that she just dropped to the floor and slept on her back with her legs wide and gasping for breath from the extreme physical exertion she was made to go through by her master.

Irfan and the lads laughed a little as Purva fell onto the floor. Irfan came up to her and sat beside her as he rubbed his hands all over Purva's nude sweaty body.

"Kaisa lag rha hai randi?", he asked her.

"Master ji, main bohot jaada thak gayi hu, aur yeh bass 10 gaane tak hue hai aaj", she said still panting.

"Haan randi...koi baat nahi...tere me bohot aag hai...aur tu seekh legi...parr tujhe aur aag laana hoga. Samajh ki tu ek mard hai aur saare kapde pehn k naach rha hai...itna khulla aur besharm naachna hoga tujhe...jor se challang maar, jor se niche gir ja, jor se apne babbe hila. Har cheez me taakat laga, samjhi?", he said as he rubbed all over Purva's sweaty body.

"Thik h Master ji", she said as she composed herself. The lads of course enjoyed the view standing right in front of her exposed sex, as she shamelessly spread her legs wide from being tired. They were leering at her sweaty vagina and licking their lips in lust, as Purva blushed, feeling so womanly.

After a while Purva got up and put on her clothes back. "Randi yeh bass tera pehla din hai...issi liye main tujhe jadli chhod raha hu bass 5 ghante ke practise k baad. Kal se isse bhi jaada practise karna hoga, samjhi?", he said to her.

"Thik h master saab", said Purva as she once again dropped to her knees to touch her master's feet.

Irfan dropped Purva at Mushtaq's place on his way back and once again reminded her that she needed to put in more energy into each of her steps.

"Raand naach hai yeh...toh tujhe ek dum ek besharam randi k tarah naachna padega, samjhi na?", he said to her.

Purva nodded and said, "Haan master ji".

Her first day of practise was indeed very demanding, no doubt. From the looks of Irfan, she believed that she could do better and she was serious about it. She wanted to do her best for the raand naach, even if it meant dancing continuously with so much energy for hours on end. With that determination, after Mushtaq and Purva had sex after dinner, she told her husband that she would dutifully put him to sleep when Mushtaq would cuddle with her and have fun with her parts and after that she would just move to the kitchen area and redo her steps that she learnt in the morning session. Mushtaq loved how committed his whore was for doing her best for the raand naach. "Jaroor meri raand, kyu nahi...", he said as he kissed her lips roughly with lust before going to sleep.

Purva then got out of the bed and moved to the kitchen area where there was enough space for her to practise the steps again, that she had learnt in the morning with her master. She didn't want to turn the light on lest it wake up her husband from his sleep. So without switching on the light, she recollected the steps and worked on improving them.

Just like Irfan wanted, she squatted more, shook her tits more, jumped higher and thrusted her pelvis more. She focused on showing great energy in each of her steps characteristic of a whore's shameless dance. Once she realised how good she was getting at it, she attained more and more confidence. She imagined hundreds of cheap local men shouting and clapping at her whorish steps filled with obscenity and ridiculousness. She also made sure her expressions came out perfectly. She bit her lips like a trashy prostitute, slapped at her own tits when required, and smiled like a shameless slut. She practised for an hour or so repeating each of her steps till she felt satisfied, moving on to the next. She was coming to love it and how it made her feel. She was feeling her soul, that of a true characterless whore only existing to satisfy the lustful and perverted desires of all the lustful men of Mastanpur.

She was sweating all over and panting again, but such was her determination. Still completely nude, after practising for an hour, she kissed on her husband's cheek and proceeded to sleep on the ground so as to not dirty the bed with her raand naach sweat. She was so tired having danced like a stupid slut for a total of more than 6 hours that day and she drifted to sleep in a minute.

Practice makes a MAN perfect

Over the next two days, Irfan pushed Purva over the limit as he made her practise for more than 10 hours per day. They would start at around 9 am and then practise till about 2 pm after which they would break for lunch and then convene again at around 4 pm and practise till about 11pm in the night. Purva would be panting all throughout as she demonstrated great energy levels with each of her steps much to the delight and satisfaction of Irfan. He was certainly happy that Purva had improved her energy levels as she shamelessly danced through all the loud songs as he wished.

"Randi tujhe yeh samajhna padega ki sab mard tujhe dekhne aayenge...woh log dekhna chahte hai tere bhosda kitna sahi hai, tere babbe kitne bade hai aur woh kaise hilte hai, tu kitni besharam hai. Yeh tu bhool ja ki tu ek aurat hai aur soch ki tu ek mard hi hai jo sab k saamne kapde pehn k naach rha hai...waise tujhe dance karna hai", he would repeatedly tell her in her breaks as she would be panting and drinking water.

Over the next two days, Irfan also increased her diet to a great extent. In the morning, at the start of her session, he would command Purva to eat her 12 bananas as usual. After lunch before convening for their evening session at 4pm, Irfan would give Purva 10 bananas that would give her more energy for their second session. Again at around 7pm, he ordered her to have 12 more bananas that would give her enough energy till their session lasted till 11pm.

Irfan also increased the whole intensity factor of the raand naach that Purva had very clearly realised. He used songs that were more loud and had faster beats that required the whore to dance more vigorously. Also, she realised that she was being used more and more by the lads. For one of the songs, Purva was taught to do a step where she was told to show her behind to the audience and shake her ass titillatingly and move towards the audience. As she did so, Irfan commanded two lads on either side of her who would slap at her ass roughly several times till she was inches distances from the front row of the audience. "Abbe yaar tum logon ko kya ho gaya? yeh aurat nhi hai, randi hai, ek dum aur jor se iski gaand maaro", Irfan would shout at the lads as they would repeat the step several times until they all got it right.

Purva realised how sore she felt as the lads slapped at her ass mercilessly so that they could get it right, right enough to satisfy Irfan. The step of course did not end there. After jiggling her ass towards the audience with the two lads slapping roughly at her ass cheeks with their bare hands several times, Purva was required to turn towards the audience and in one quick motion fall on her back with a thud on the floor and spread her legs wide and push her pelvis to and fro to expose her naked vagina to the crowd. It was indeed quite a titillating step that would entice the audience, thought Purva. In practising the latter step, Purva ended up falling on her back on the rough floor inconveniently several times before getting it right. Repeating the step several times, she was scared for her spinal cord but she didn't say anything to her master. Of course, she realised that the raand naach was a very special event and that she had to be at her very best and so she did not object to Irfan's demands even once.

Purva also had to face the wrath of Irfan in instances where she could not get her steps right even in multiple attempts. For example, in one of the songs, Purva was required to raise her arms and put her hands on her head to show her armpit hair, bend at her knees and walk awkwardly towards one of the lads as a comic step that was intended to elicit laughs from the audience. The song that was played was actually a parody song where a male prisoner was acting as a female in front of a horny security officer officer in the security officer station, who was reprimanding the prisoner for his petty crimes. For this song, Irfan wanted Purva to enact the role of the prisoner.

She was required to dance like a man dressed as a female and to have certain funny and nonsensical facial expressions that were intended to show Purva as a man dressed like a female. But, no matter how many times Purva tried, Irfan wasn't satisfied with Purva's efforts. "Chutiya hai randi tu...yeh step nhi kar pa rahi hai", he shouted at her. "Mujhe tera chehra aur tera steps dekh ke hansi aane chahiye loudi, mere chehre pe hansi dikh rahi hai kya tujhe? loudi kahin ki", he shouted loudly at her and tightly slapped her on her right cheek after Purva couldn't get it right even after 5-6 attempts. That was the moment when Purva lost it and she instantly started to develop tears in her eyes, as she stood there naked in front of the men and cried, much to Irfan's annoyance. "Bass yeh rona aata hai tujhe, nikamma randi", he shouted loudly at her and exited the shed in anger, as Purva broke down. She fell to the floor and cried loudly with her hand in her hands. Fortunately, the young lads empathised with her who came up to her and comforted her.

"Arre raand bhabhi, koi nhi...ro mat tu", one of them said as Purva continued to cry non-stop. "Irfan ji bohot strict master hai aur yeh sab tujhe jhelna padega raand bhabhi", said another to comfort her. Purva looked up at them with teary eyes and said, "mujhe yeh step nhi aa rha hai Firan, aur master ji mere se pareshaan ho gaye hai", she said as she continued to cry like a kid. The lads realised that she wasn't hurt because she received a tight slap from her master, but because she failed to impress him. They could not believe the commitment she showed for the raand naach and her willingness to impress her master. One of the lads named Kabir then said, "Dekho bhabhi aap aise karo", he said as he enacted the step himself as a male prisoner dressed in female clothes. Purva looked up at him and inadvertently let out a funny laugh looking at him even though she was still crying, and she immediately realised what was wrong with her steps and her expression. Looking at her smile in between her tears made the lads happy. "Ab samjhi na tu, bass yeh kar jab master ji wapas aayenge", the lad said to her as he kissed her lovingly on her cheeks and wiped her tears. After that,

Purva somehow managed to get her confidence back and as soon as Irfan arrived back into the shed after a smoke, she immediately got into the pose where she raised her arms and put her hands on head. She then bent awkwardly at her knees and walked towards Irfan like a ridiculous tramp. This time, her facial expression were perfect as she squinted her eyes and pushed her tongue out in random directions, twisting her face randomly. Watching her, Irfan let out a happy smile as Purva completed her step by falling at the security officerman's feet. This time, purva was sure that she did her steps as Irfan wanted and looked up at Irfan while she lay at his feet, as Irfan nodded his head in approval. Immediately the lads clapped in delight, knowing that Purva had finally got her step right. Purva too smiled at Irfan and wiped her tears, pleased that she had succeeded in impressing her master.

After her dance practice would end, Purva would be really sore from all the steps and the slaps she would receive from the lads as part of the steps. Indeed, the raand naach was taking a toll on her and she wished that she was fit enough for the actual raand naach. The practise was indeed very strenuous for her, as Irfan only expected the best from her.

On the third and last day of her practise, Purva was made to stay up till 4 am in the morning by her master. The dance troop had left by 11pm, but Irfan found imperfections in some of the steps that Purva had to perform and so he made her stay till late in the morning. He made her repeat her steps until she managed to get all of them right. She was extremely tired at the end of it, but truth be told, she was impressed with the level of professionalism Irfan had showed. She had eaten about 40 bananas that day and she had expended all of her energy for her steps, such was the caliber Irfan had brought out of his students.

At the end of the session, Irfan seemed really happy. "Meri raand, ab mujhe lag rha hai tu ek dum tayyar hai teri raandnaach k liye. Kal tera makeup hai, uske baad ek baar aur thoda practise kar lenge hum", he said as they ended the session at 4am in the morning.

As she reached home, she saw Mushtaq fast asleep. She didn't want to wake him up even though she longed for some quality rough sex with her hubby. Moreover she didn't have the energy after practising for her raand naach through the day and night. She washed her face and slept on the floor and drifted to sleep in a matter of seconds.

Purva's makeup gets underway

After her dance practice sessions, Purva was so tired that she couldn't wake up on time for her duty as the slum's doodhwali the next day. Luckily, her sprint as Nasira bhabhi's kaamwali had ended yesterday, but when she got up at 8 am, way past her usual time of 6 am when she went for delivering milk to the slum women, she panicked. She did not want to piss off the slum women at this time when she was going to perform her raand naach. Mushtaq was still fast asleep on the bed. In a jiffy, she quickly got up from the floor as she was and quickly opened the door and ran for the milk booth all naked. She was barely in her senses as she managed to get just a few hours sleep, and her body was still aching from all the practice she had been doing for the last 3 days.

As she ran naked on the road towards the milk booth with her tits jumping in all directions, all the men who saw her laughed at her and commented on her. "Arre kya hua randi, tera bhosda gir gaya hai kya kahi, dudhne bhaag rhi hai", "Lagta hai randi ka bhosda bohot garam ho gayi hai, subah subah bhaag rahi hai lund k chakkar me", "Kya hua randi? jaada randibaazi karne k wajah Mushtaq ji ne tujhe ghar se bahar fenk diya kya" were some of the comments she received from the passing men on the streets as Purva ran towards the milk booth. Normally, she would have been turned on hearing such rude and nasty comments on her, but now she was too concerned about the slum women to care about their comments.

As she got near the milk booth, Kabul the milkman looked at her running, and said, "Arre bhabhi, kahan reh gayi tu? Aaj doodh bechne aayi hi nahi?", he said with a quizzical look.

Purva panting replied, "Arre Kabul, aaj main uth nahi paayi thi time pe...".

Kabul deliciously looked on at the whore in front of him all naked and juicy, but he could see the panic on her face that she had failed to turn up to deliver milk to the slum women. Of course, Kabul was a spectator in all the instances when she was terribly debased and humiliated by the slum women for appearing naked at the milk booth few days back and he knew that Purva was terribly frightened from pissing them off. As a friend, he wanted to help her in anyway he could.

"Achha, bhabhi jo tu ne kiya woh sahi nhi kiya...saare gaav ke aurat aaye the thodi der pehle ek k baad ek aur doodh le gaye the, par tujhe bohot gaali diye the", said Kabul.

Purva of course knew that was bound to happen, but she wasn't sure what she could do now.

With a helpless face, she said to Kabul "Abhi main kya karu Kabul? meri galti hi thi, main so gayi thi jaada", she said as she banged her head, upset at herself.

Kabul of course knew the situation she was in, and her reason for panic was genuine. As the slum's doodhwali, Purva played a very important role and missing a day without informing beforehand was sure to cause problems for her from the slum women.

"Raand bhabhi, abhi tu tension mat le...rehne de koi nahi...chala jaa, kal maafi maang lena unse...pair padh jaana unka aur bolna ki aise kabhi nahi hoga wapas. Abhi jaane ka koi matlab nahi hai, sab ne doodh aake le liya hai", said Kabul.

"Hmm, thik h. Yaar nind jaada aa gayi mujhe...uth te hi main bhaag ki aayi aise hi", she said indicating her nude avatar.

Kabul looked at Purva from head to toe at her nude form and licked his lips in lust. He would have loved to have a piece of her right then, but there were many people on the streets at this point and he did not want to risk it for him or for his friend Purva.

"Koi nahi raand bhabhi, abhi chale jao aur Mushtaq ji ke saah maje karo, kal dekh lenge", he said with a comforting smile before Purva half-heartedly waved him goodbye and left.

Back at her home, Purva and Mushtaq completed their daily ritual where Mushtaq roughly fucked his dear wife's mouth and had his way with her parts completely gagging her. He loved to do such demeaning things to his whore wife first thing in the morning. The feeling of having her mouth wrapped around his cock first thing after he got up and getting the opportunity to roughly fuck her mouth was a very erotic experience for him indeed. After that, Mushtaq took a bath and he urged Purva also to take a bath after what seemed like 5 days, as today Purva was going to be made up for her trashy look for tomorrow's raand naach.

"Achhe se saboon se dho lena apna badan, randi", he said to her much to Purva's delight.

Purva of course wasn't particularly into Mushtaq's kink of staying without taking a bath for days on end, but it was something Mushtaq wanted for his whore. He said he loved it when she possessed her swachh sugandh or the natural aroma that he wanted to smell on his whore all the time. The dense pubic hair in her armpits also went along with the same fetish of his. Today, gladly for Purva, she would be taking a bath so that she would look cleaner for tomorrow's naked raand naach that she was going to do in front of all the men of Mastanpur.

Not having received any specific instructions for her makeup day, Purva was dropped off at the shed by Mushtaq and after confirming that Irfan was there at the shed waiting for her, Mushtaq made his way back. He told Purva that he had some work in the city and that he would be arriving only in the night. Purva kissed him goodbye knowing that this was going to be another long day ahead of her.

Once inside the shed, Irfan said, "aaja randi, abhi hum chalenge tujhe makeup karwaane, bass Hussain ji ka call ka intezaar hai", he said.

In a matter of minutes, Irfan received a call from Hussain asking them to come to Patel chowk, their pre-decided place where Purva was going to be made up today for her raand naach tomorrow.

"Chal randi, aa gaya Hussain ji ka call", he said. Purva hopped on to Irfan's cycle as they made their way to Patel chowk for Purva's makeup.
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