Next morning, as Tarun got up at around 9 AM already late for office, he looked over to Purva who was fast asleep. He could not help but look at her gorgeous wife wearing nothing sleeping on the bed with her legs spread wide. He noticed the wet patch under the her pussy and instantly realized Purva must have fucked herself to an orgasm while he was asleep. Nowadays, it was common occurence for Purva to wake up in the middle of the night and finger herself as she went about getting fucked like a street whore by all the cheap guys.
He did not want to disturb her from her sleep as he knew she needed a lot of rest. Her body was completely sore as he could see bite and hand marks over her thighs and her boobs as well as her stomach. Her pussy was moist and quite red owing to the fact that she was completely raped mercilessly by all those horny men.
Tarun could not resist his raging hard on, so he lightly touched his sexy wife's pussy with his hands. It was still so moist, that he felt she was leaking juices even in her sleep. He could not help but insert his index and middle finger inside her pussy. He did it slowly for a while when Purva started to moan with horniness in her sleep. He did not want to wake her from her sleep, but he felt that if other men were having fun with her so much, it's not quite wrong to extract so much from his own wife. Without thinking anymore, Tarun hit roughly on her pussy and then started to finger much more vigorously increasing the speed and depth of penetration with each stroke. Eventually, Purva opened her eyes and started to enjoy the rough actions from her hubby. Knowing that Purva was enjoying it, he pulled her closer and then hit hardly on her pussy a few more times and then started to finger fuck her. Within 10 minutes, Purva was on the verge of falling off from the bed as she had her first orgasm of the morning surprizingly from her husband this time.
Tarun held her closely and continued fingering her and she started to cry like a bitch "ouchhhh", "aahhhhh", "ohh my fuckkkinggg goddd, I am cummingggggg". Tarun enjoyed fucking her like a true whore she was and when she was done orgasming, Purva was still shivering like it was -10 degrees. She was so hot, as Tarun hugged her and gave her a passionate kiss. He so badly wanted to fuck Purva, but as he was getting late for office, he had to leave quickly. Little did he know that he would not get to fuck Purva again for a long time to come.
Purva: Tarun, I hate you leaving me like this, why the hell did you finger me? to leave me all horny for a rough fuck?
Tarun: Babe, am really sorry, but i gotta go. You know how much I hate leaving you like this, but I am already very late. I could not help looking at your moist unclothed pussy and leave it all alone, so I wanted to give it a quick treatment, what it rightly deserves, with a wink.
Purva: Hmm, ok then...I don't want you to lose your job over me!
Tarun: haha, then let me go, and listen Purva, please think well about Sajid's proposal. It's ok to take risk once in a while, so I suggest you accept it and when you finally come back, it's going to be a heck of a story for you to tell me!
Purva: Haha, I know Tarun. Let me think it out properly, and then I'll let both you and Sajid know my decision.
Tarun: that's great Purva. I'll help myself, sorry for waking you up, you can go back to sleep if you want.
Saying that Tarun kissed Purva once more and then left for work as Purva immediately went into a deep sleep. Needless to say with all the rough things being done to her by all kinds of men, she was very tired, and needed to regain her energy by having good amounts of sleep.
Purva slept like a log for 2 more hours and finally got up at around 11:30 AM. She was feeling quite fresh and horny. Her body was still aching badly but she kind of liked it with a kink. It reminded her of she was brutally fucked and celebrated by Pushkar and his dearest friends in the cheap little hut. She just loved feeling that ache all over her body. She then got up from her bed and observed her naked body in the mirror and she loved the way it looked. It was an erotic mix of fair skin with redness all over. What made it absolutely sexy was the way all kinds of marks were in her most delicate and sensuous parts - her thighs, stomach and her luscious tits. She then turned around and spread her cheeks a little to observe her tight asshole with the huge doorknob. She couldn't believe it has been wedged inside her tight little asshole for more than a day now. She loved how she felt with it completely inside her asshole.
After spending a little more time admiring her lovely curves, Purva went about doing her daily chores. Before going to the bathroom, she dislodged the doorknob from inside her asshole and kept it aside. After her bath, she came out and cooked herself a nice little breakfast as she sat infront of the TV to eat it. It felt her a long time that she was doing this, probably even before she first knew about Sajid.
As she was having her breakfast, she could not help but wander back to Sajid's proposal. She was definitely excited to do it, but she was worried of her safety. As she cited it to Tarun earlier, she could never underestimate the possibility of Sajid and Mushtaq and their group of men to rape her and then sell her off to a red-light area. She also did not know how Mushtaq was on bed. Sure, he too fucked her along with countless other men last time she was asked to come to Salim's garage by Sajid, but this was a different story altogether. Now, she would be completely inside his clutches and he would spend all time with her, possibly fucking her throughout. What if she tries to do harmful things to her? While she loved the thrill of getting into a completely unknown territory, the possibility of being fucked badly and getting scarred for life did not leave her mind.
As she kept thinking of it, suddenly the doorbell rang. Her first reaction that it was Sajid. He must have been really anxious about Purva's reply. Also the fact that she wasn't home for the last couple of days would have really pissed him off. She quickly got up and wore a silk robe that covered the bare minimum of her body, planned to tell him that she went to her sister's place in case he asked and then opened the door. Surprisingly enough, it was Ramu the watchman, not Sajid. Surely, he must have missed her.
"Ramu, hey, how are you?", Purva said, with a bright smile. She was indeed truly happy to see him. She knew he had something in mind, else why would he be here?
"Hi purva, I was out of town for the last few days, sorry about that. I can't tell you how much I have missed you. Everytime I fucked my wife, I was fantasizing about fucking you. She was surprized how I came so early each time", said Ramu.
"Haha, that's nice! Come in, will make you some tea", said Purva.
Ramu came inside and closed the door as Purva started to go to the kitchen to make some chai for Ramu. She guessed he was going to make a move on her, but to her surprise he didn't.
"Purva, I don't want any chai, but I need to talk to you about something", he said.
"Oh, ok then, tell me", said Purva as they sat side by side on the couch.
Ramu: Purva, you know Kapil and Sunil right? my twin brothers?
Purva: yeah, of course, what about them?
Ramu: Purva, they are going to get married in a few days, in my village in UP
Purva: Oh ok, that's good news Ramu
Ramu: Yes, they are getting married pretty soon, so I wanted to ask you for a favour Purva
Purva had no clue what Ramu was asking her, what could she possibly do to avoid Kapil and Sunil getting married early in their life. She was confused.
Purva: What can I do Ramu?
Ramu: See Purva, it is a custom in our village that if during marrige, the groom is still thought to be a boy, he is asked to fuck a woman older than him. It basically means that the woman makes the boy a man by allowing him to fuck her, and precisely that's where I want you to come in
Purva: What? seriously? such customs exist? Purva was clearly bemused about the stupid tradition, but did not doubt the intentions behind Ramu's words.
Ramu: Yes Purva, they do, trust me. It's not difficult to find a woman for Kapil and Sunil to fuck for them to become men, but I was hoping why couldn't you be the one. It would be the best present for my dearest cousins Purva
Purva was no doubt turned on by the idea of it all. It was such a weird custom, but it did appear genuine to her. She knew village people to be quite stupid and superstitious for no reason at all, but she never doubted that Ramu wanted Purva to come to the village and do all sorts of cheap things to be a source of dirty pleasure and be an object of utter lust and humiliation to all the village people. Ramu knew he had to just use the right words, and she would fall for it, she was just a whore and when horny she would agree to do just about anything
Purva thought about it long and hard. She was surely excited about the idea and loved the naughty idea of being the woman who was going to make the twin brothers Kapil and Sunil as men. She was getting wet in her pussy, and she realized the juices were dripping down her thighs slowly. But on the other hand, she also wanted to agree to Sajid'd proposal and be Mushtaq's wife.
Purva: Well, Ramu, I am not sure about it completely. How many days will it be in total?
Ramu: See Purva, if you agree, let me tell you you are going to have a wonderful time. I have a lot of things planned for you, and you can look out for many more things that just getting fucked by Kapil and Sunil to make them men. If we leave today, we will be back by next monday, so that's just 7 days excluding today.
That was not too bad Purva thought. She could just call in Sajid and tell him that she needed to be with her sister for a few days, and that after she was back, she would get married to Mushtaq. But she wasn't quite sure what Ramu was referring to when he meant he had a lot of things planned for her.
Purva: Hmm, okay. But what else did you plan for me?
Ramu: It's a surprise Purva, but don't worry, I am sure you will certainly love it
Purva: Arre Ramu, tell me something at least if not all!
Ramu: okay fine. Have you heard about bhojpuri songs?
Purva: No, not really. What are they?
Ramu: So in UP, we have these bhojpuri movies which are pretty cheap, and in every movie we have an item song which has an item dancer who dances wearing very less clothes to loud catchy music
Purva: Oh ok, and?
Ramu: So during marriages in our village, we continuously run these bhojpuri songs, but we rarely have a sexy woman who could dance like those item girls. But during this marriage, you will do that job, and you will be much hotter than any of those item girls Purva. You will be dancing to loud vulgar bhojpuri music wearing almost nothing, on the center stage and everyone will enjoy your performance. So typically, you will be dancing on the stage for sometime, then walking down the stage to serve drinks to the people, dancing with them, pulling them to dance with you and all sorts of things like that. You will also have a very gaudy makeup, and with minimal clothing, you will be like the sole entertainer of the entire village during the time the marriage takes place. Of course, I have planned a lot lot more for the entire week, but come on, do you want to lost the thrill and know everything now itself?
Purva: Wow, that's really hot Ramu. I have never heard of bhojpuri, though listening to the way you tell me about them, I would sure love to be one of those dirty shameless dancers!
That's it, Ramu knew Purva was in. He knew she just needed some encouragement, and for the whore she is, she would agree to do just about anything. Ever since Ramu met Purva, he was sexually excited about how Purva is so docile and easy to manipulate and he got a real kink in humiliating her and making her a source of pleasure for all types of men. Now, since it was his dear cousins' marriage, it was the right opportunity for Ramu to fulfill he fantasies of seeing Purva like a cheap whore in front of loads of cheap people. Of course with all the things he has planned out for Purva for the 7 days, he was sure she was going to lose all her respect and be nothing but a cheap whore for all the village men. It was sure going to be an awesome time for him and all his village men!
Ramu: Yes, Purva, then please come with me, we will leave today. You will not be disappointed purva, I promise.
Though Purva wanted to agree then and there to Ramu's proposal, she first wanted to talk to Sajid and let her know her decision. She never wanted to piss him off lest he and his gang brutally rape her inside her own house.
Purva: Ramu, I already had plans for this week, I was supposed to go to my sister's home as Apu is also there, but let me see what I can do. I will let you know soon.
Ramu: okay dear, but please try to come with me today, it's going to be an awesome time.
Saying that, Ramu came forward and planted a deep kiss on Purva's lips disrobing her. He then roughly pinched her sore nipples and said, "Wow, looks like sahab has been really doing some awesome work on you purva ji". Purva smiled cautiously at Ramu's words and continued kissing him. She was happy Purva didn't doubt she was with Pushkar and his friends and that's how her body was completely ravaged.
Saying that, Ramu opened the door and said, "purva, please come to my hut as soon as you have decided about what to do" and left as Purva closed the door and sat down to think for a moment.
As Ramu left, he could not help but laugh at Purva's innocence, she was just too innocent and docile for him. She of course could never guess that Ramu and Pushkar together planned on getting purva fucked by Pushkar's friends in a far away village. After disrobing her, Ramu could not help but see how badly his friends Mishra ji, Paresh, Kesava and Pushkar himself had raped Purva so much so that her body was still sore and full of bite and hand marks. It was so erotic and sexy to see a ripe mature woman completely red with getting totally ravaged.
As he reached the hut, Ramu immediately called Mishra, his closest friend.
"Abey yaar Mishra, Purva ka video bhej yaar, abhi abhi randi ko nanga dekh ke aa rha hu...bhai tum logon ne toh iska pura fayda utha liya lagta hai", he said.
Mishra ji: "Haan yaar...kafi rape kar liya uska...achha tera plan ka kya hua usko tere gaav le jane ka kapil aur sunil ke shaadi ke liye?"
Ramu: "abhi bata ke aaya hoon, aane wali hai...aaj hi le jaunga"
Mishra ji: "Bhai badhiya...maze le uski ek dum..."
Ramu: "haan yaar, chal fir video bhej de baad me baat karta hu"
Saying that, he cut the call and unzipped his pants to masturbate as he opened Purva's bathing video on his mobile.
Back at her place, Purva was still unsure what to do. She wanted to go with Ramu to his village now and then after she was back she would get married to Mushtaq and be his wife for 15 days. It was all good.
She then called up Sajid, who evidently was quite pissed off with Purva's behaviour regarding the subject. But of course, he was happy that she agreed to marry Mushtaq albeit after a week's time. Sajid warned her to not delay it any further as Mushtaq was already quite horny for her and if she pissed him off, he would become even more rough on bed, which Sajid warned was quite animalistic. Sajid himself wanted to come over and fuck Purva as it was a long time and Purva too wanted it, but she knew she couldn't waste any time now as she had to go with Ramu. So she lied to Sajid that she had to be at her sister's place as Apu was unwell and got rid off of him, though she was completely displeased at her own self to deny Sajid's desire to fuck her for good.
With no more hesitation in her mind, she began to involuntarily get excited about the things ahead of her. She was going to be the sole entertainer in a cheap village marriage, dancing like a whore to loud obscene music with gaudy makeup infront of a village full of cheap men and then get fucked by the grooms themselves. It was such an erotic feel of things, she just could not help undress herself completely and finger herself slowly taking it all in.
She then called Tarun.
Purva: "Tarun, guess what, I am going to UP"
Tarun: "What? Why?? Are you getting married there to Mushtaq?"
Purva: "Well no, I will be marrying Mushtaq next week, this week I will be in UP in a village as a sole entertainer for Ramu's cousins' marriage"
Tarun: "What? fuck, that's crazy! tell me more"
As Purva began to tell Tarun in detail about what she was going to do for the next 7 days, she couldn't help but get turned on immensely. Ramu had not revealed to her entirely what she was going to do for the 7 days, and once again she was in that absolutely unknown territory where there was no turning back. Truth be told, she knew no one there, and anyone would hardly ever know if she was gangraped by the entire village and then sold off to some red-light district or used as fuck toy for the village men itself. She felt a sense of fear engulf her, but she was still fingering her moist pussy which knew no barricades as it kept leaking juices.
After a while, she wore a saree just for the sake of covering herself and with no one really watching her, she went to the watchman's hut.
Ramu was sitting on a stool and listening to the radio and she came in and hugged Ramu. She said, "Let's do it!".
Ramu was sure he was never so happy in his entire life. He was going to take Purva to his own village where she was going to do all sorts of erotic things to entertain the cheap crowd. It was going to be a dream come true for Ramu and his folks back at the village who are yet to see her in real. They were waiting eagerly for Purva and now that Purva had agreed, he was going to set the village in a frenzy. Huge banners had already been prepared to be put up in the entire village portraying sleazy and vulgar photos of Purva picked from her bathing video. It was going to be awesome, the whole village would get to see a hot urban married woman completely nude doing all sorts of slutty things with no limits at all.
As Purva sat down on the cot, Ramu said, "okay, purva let me tell you something that's going to turn you on even more!"
Purva could not guess what was coming her way. "What's that Ramu?", she asked quite puzzled.
Ramu took out a short skirt and a tank top and showed it to Purva.
"Wow, that's nice, is it for me?", asked Purva.
"Yes dear, it's for you, and you are going to wear it during the journey to the village", said Ramu.
"okay, how are we going?", asked Purva.
"Purva, I have not booked any train tickets in advance, so we will have to take the general compartment bogie, as there is only one train that runs in one week from here to my village, and all you are going to wear is this skirt and tank top with nothing else inside and board the general compartment with me", Ramu said.
Purva was stunned. It was truly so erotic that just listening to Ramu say it made her drip saliva from her mouth and juices from her pussy. She could not help but imagine what all things could be done to her by all kinds of men inside that cheap dirty general compartment bogie, that too which was destined to reach a village. She was speechless for a while, and finally muttered a few words.
"Oh my god, are you sure?", was all she could manage. Her hand involuntarily went to her pussy as she rubbed it slightly to loosen it so that it could release her juices.
"Yes purva, you are going to enjoy it like anything before, even better than getting fucked. It's going to be so damn erotic, with you wearing such sexy clothes while all there in the compartment will be just cheap men who wouldn't mind doing anything to you. Also, we will board the compartment separately, so people should think you are alone. So all the perverts wouldn't fear doing anything they want to you. But don't worry, I will be there if anything harmful is likely to happen", he said.
"Wow Ramu, this is going to be really really hot. I still think it's risky given the number of cheap perverts there will be in that compartment, but I would love to do it! You are just so perverted!", said Purva with amazement. She could not wait to get out there and seduce all kinds of horny men with her slutty outfit.
"Yes, am telling you Purva, you will have the time of your life the whole week, and the next 14 hours of journey is just a preview of what's going to come later. Okay, just try the outfit once now", said Ramu.
Purva got herself naked as she removed the saree infront of Ramu and wore the miniskirt and tank top. She was really looking like the hottest milf on this planet who was attending a fashion show. The miniskirt rightly accentuated her shapely ass, and her sleeveless tank top featured a huge cut near her armpits as it showed a considerable part of her side boob. At the front, her huge boobs were tightly held up that accentuated her frame even more. Overall, she was looking like a sexbomb that even a dignified man with full control over his manliness could not resist to rape her on first look. Now she was going to dress the same and enter into a world full of cheap men in a crowded train compartment with no space to sit or stand. It was erotica beyong anything.
As both Ramu and Purva made out for sometime with Purva in that slutty outfit. He then removed her dress and made her suck his cock and then fucked her in her pussy for a good 15 mins. He had just masturbated but he was still hard for her in no time. After a good marathon sex, Ramu said, "okay Purva, sorry but we have no time. We will have plenty of time to fuck in the village, but lets leave now, we will have to catch the train in another half hour".
"Okay, let me pack my clothes then", said Purva.
As she was about to leave, "No not required dear. Just get your bare essentials, all things including your attire or the lack of it will be taken care of in the village itself, I have made all the necessary arrangements", he said with a wink.
"You are so naughty!", said Purva and then kissed him.
She then left the hut with the saree and came back with just her toothbrush and some cash and put them all inside Ramu's cheap little market bag which was filled with Ramu's clothes and his other things. Ramu advised to her to put on the tank top and the miniskirt and then wear her saree over it and before boarding the train, she would remove the saree and remain with just the slutty clothes.
Ramu called for an auto and they left for the station. It was going to be so exciting. Purva could feel butterflies in her stomach, and wetness in her pussy. It was going to be one heck of a journey, she thought.
Ramu could not believe how lustful he was getting of Purva. It was like he was with an erection since the time he met Purva today. He was away for 2 days from her because he had to take care of his wife in her own village, and he just could not forget about Purva. What excited him like a horny bastard was how she was open to let cheap guys like him do and say all kinds of vulgar things and truth be told, he loved that. He always wanted to fuck her as his dick would become erect whenever he saw or even thought about Purva, but Ramu was that kind of guy who loved extreme intense roleplay. He had a kink for women who were sluts, and he gained extreme pleasure in getting all kinds of vulgar things done to her in public.
While in the auto with purva sitting beside him and he fondling her tits over the saree, he could not help but contain his erection even after fucking purva once and masturbating today. Such was his lust for her. Now today was a dream come true for Ramu. Ever since he had realized purva's shameless whorish character he wanted to expose her in full view of random strangers. He always fantasized about her getting humiliated and used badly with cheap men like him. He always masturbated imagining purva in a helpless situation where she was trapped by turn of events with a bunch of guys all around her who would not abstain from doing whatever they wanted to her, while she had no way out but to succumb to her vulnerability. He had that kink. Today he was going to witness all of that and gosh was he excited like anything.
Seeing her completely savaged body made him even more horny. He had created the plan of sending purva with his friend Pushkar to their group of friends Mishra, Kesava and Paresh who lived in a nearby village. The thought of purva getting used up by their friends who he always knew to be extremely horny as well was too kinky for him. Given the cheap characterless whore they knew purva to be, they were sure that would work out. He knew Pushkar and their friends were going to enjoy her to the maximum and that was what had happened. When he got to look at purva's body after the village trip, he was so excited with the look of her naked body. It was clear that Mishra, Kesava, Paresh and Pushkar had completely gangraped her at their hut and he loved it like anything. Her body was full of red hand marks and bite marks all over and her pussy was swollen and completely red. Her face was glistening but it was clear that she had been slapped a hell lot of times. But he knew purva enjoyed it, he knew she was one slut whore who enjoyed such encounters with men completely demolishing her mature ripe body.
He so badly wanted to purva to come to his village and be the sole entertainer for the entire village over there, and now that purva had accepted his offer, he was so content and lustful of her. He wanted to enjoy this chance as he wanted, her entire body and soul was completely under his wraps, and he loved the control he had over her. He knew he was lucky to find her and he was not going to miss any opportunity to execute his lust and fantasies over her. For the next few days he wanted to take a notch up higher and demolish all her moral values and shame.
Now that she was wearing just a couple of cheap cloth, he knew he was in for a ride. He was going to board her into a train that ran to the village and in a general compartment. He was getting goosebumps all over his body of the thought of purva in the midst of such cheap men in such a vulgar and sexy situation.
"purva", he said.
"yes Ramu?", purva said.
Ramu: purva, i want to tell you that this is a very nice opportunity for you. If you perform well in the village, it will really increase demand for you, and it's going to be a very satisfying experience for you. Even though you won't get paid much, you will surely enjoy being the sole performer for the whole village. And the fact that you will get to make boys as men will be a very enriching feeling for you
Purva: yes Ramu, I am really excited about the whole thing and eagerly looking forward to it, it's really hot!
Ramu: So purva, i was not sure you wanted to come, but if you said so, i wanted to also make sure we had a lot of fun in the journey, and that's why i came up with the idea of boarding a general compartment boogie. It's going to be a whole new experience for you and this 14 hr journey will make you a better teaser in public. So I want you to learn a lot from this whole general compartment experience and enjoy it too. I know it's going to be uncomfortable and also extremely hot at the same time, but you need to be at your best. As I told, you should learn from this experience and perform at your highest in the village.
purva: Ok Ramu, I will do it, but i am a little nervous and a little uncomfortable with the idea, though really aroused. I am not sure what I shoud do and how I should react. Please be there near me as I am sure those cheap guys will try to do anything to me in the train itself.
Ramu: Don't worry about that purva. Just go with the flow, but make sure you are really horny and enjoying all of it. I want you to talk to all the cheap men in the compartment, be friendly and socialize with all of them so that they become comfortable with you and then they will reveal their true colors.
purva: ok Ramu
Ramu: If you have ever boarded a general compartment, you know how dirty, smelly and crowded they are, but you should not get worried about it. Instead just forget everything and just sink into your character. As you start talking to people, they will start talking vulgar things about you as they will not have any moral standards. Also seeing you in such a slutty dress, they won't be able to contain their lust for you and things will become really hot. I want you to be one among them, and completely belong to them. They will start asking you different types of questions, so just make sure you answer them perfectly in a way that will make them more lustful for you.
purva: hmm ok, i will do that Ramu
Ramu: Also, since I will be guiding you by being with you nearby you will have nothing to worry. Just follow my leads carefully, I will give you indications clearly where required. Also since you and me are not related throughout the journey, you will have nothing with you, so I want you to be very dependant on the people inside the general compartment for all types of things. I leave it all to you, but make sure you excite all the cheap hungry men and let them enjoy you. Don't worry about any consequences, as I will always be there, just let things happen and you can freely do and say whatever makes you horny.
purva: ok, Ramu
Ramu: So once we are ready to board i will get in first and you should just follow me. I will make sure I find an appropriate place for us to start the adventure. Just stop with me and keep it going.
purva: okay...
Ramu: I am so damn excited about this purva. All the people will be really skeptical about you and looking at your completely sore body and your cheap attire, and the fact that you boarded into a general compartment that goes to a cheap village will certainly create arousal and increase their curiosity to know about you. It's going to be super duper hot!
purva: yes Ramu, I am sure it's going to be really hot and cheap!
As they were getting near the railway station, both purva and ramu were getting increasingly horny. It was such a vulgar and erotic idea and purva's pussy was completely damp with all the sexual feelings building up inside her. It was clear to her by now that she loved to be in such a helpless situation as a subject of lust to all kinds of horny, dirty perverted men. Also boarding a general compartment meant that she was completely within bounds of such a crowded space with absolutely nowhere to go. It made her more and more horny and she was getting restless to start the adventure.
In a few minutes they reached the station and saw that the train was already standing on the platform, albeit the station was kind of empty as not many boarded a train from this station that mostly encompassed trains going to remote parts of the country.
Ramu: "ok purva, you go to the toilet and remove the saree. You can just leave it there in the toilet as you don't the saree anymore"
Purva: "ok ramu"
Saying that purva went into the toilet and came out of it after a minute. Looking at purva in such a cheap and exposing attire just made his erection harder as he felt it inevitable to walk without a boner. He looked at purva and said, "wow purva, you are really looking like a whore, i wonder how people are going to treat you in that cheap little general compartment".
Purva was extremely nervous, but getting hornier by the minute. Now that she was wearing next to nothing in such a public setup made her even more hotter. The cheap railway station surroundings made her go crazy and she was willing to go to her limits for pleasing all the men including Ramu.
As they walked on the platform to the general compartment, purva realized that all the eyes were on her and her completely exposed ripe body. She was wearing only a miniskirt that just covered her most precious snatch and that bulgy ass and a tank top that managed to cover her luscious boobs that could stand up even without a bra. The fact that she was not even wearing any undergarments made her conscious as she knew from the looks of her dress, people would immediately recongnize so. As they started to reach the section that consisted of multiple general compartment boogies, she realized what she was getting into. It was 2 pm in the afternoon and the compartments were completely packet with all kinds of cheap people. As they were walking in inches distance she could see all kinds of hungry men squatted at the entrance to the boogies amazed at what they were getting to see. She felt like a whore who getting paraded waiting to be sold to the rightful owner.
The cheapness of the compartments was what made her go weak in her knees. Each and every compartment was completely crowded with all kinds of men who were smoking beedis, brushing their teeth, gargling water, eating as cheaply as possible and all such village acts. The fact that in a few seconds she was going to be made to be with them throughout the journey brought goosebumps to her. And even though she didn't know look them straight in the eye, she knew people were getting extremely horny and lustful looking at her cheap voluptuous body as she roamed around in her tiny little outfit. She knew people were intently looking at her beautiful body and raping her with their eyes and she was beginning to lose her pussy juices at a greater pace.
As they neared the start of one more boogie, Ramu whispered to purva, "let's get into this one".
As they stopped, she could not help but witness what was going to happen to her. The whole compartment was extremely crowded and at the very entrance, there were a couple of guys who were probably 22-23 who were smoking beedis and talking loudly in some language. As soon as they saw purva, they openly exclaimed which clearly showed that they were startled by the look of a purva. They would have certainly identified her as a married woman, but the fact that she looked all brutally raped and with such tiny clothes must have made them squeal with excitement and lust.
As they continued smoking their bodies, while making sure to completely rape her with their eyes pinned at each and every part of her mature voluptuous body, they said, "kahan jana hai bhabhi ji?"
As Ramu was going to enter the compartment first, he said, "bhayya hume gaderi jaana hoga, jagah milega?"
The guys were obviously confused about purva being in such a condition with a guy like Ramu. They said, "haan bhayya, jagah ban jayegi aa jao andar".
As Ramu forced himself into the boogie which was full to like three times its normal capacity, he was sure this was going to be extreme humiliation and sexual kink for purva. He was getting really horny and restless for all of it to start. As he got in, one of the guys said, "bhabhi chalo aao andar". Saying that he caught her hand and pulled her into them. As he pulled purva in, her body became completely crushed between the two guys as both of them completely felt her up. They must have realized immediately that purva didn't have any underclothing as one of them immediately pinched her ass and the other almost inserted his finder into her pussy. That's it, thought purva. The perverted erotic journey was about to start.
She looked at them, and acted as if she really disliked their behaviour as she grimmaced on their actions. She then made her way forward through the crowd to follow Ramu as each and every guy made sure to feel some part of her lusty body. The young lads to followed purva as they didn't want to be away from her. They knew they had hit jackpot.
As Ramu moved ahead searching for a perfect place to execute the adventure, purva followed him being helplessly groped and enjoyed by all kinds of men. The compartment was stinking in all possible smells as people just went about their business. She could see a bunch of old men were consuming some local liquor and smoking beedis, a group of men playing cards while loudly laughing and talking, as a group of men were eating vada pao in the most inhumane manner.
Ramu walked a few metres with utmost difficulty to get through the crowd and then stopped at a certain row. Purva was a nearby him and she stopped with him too. There she could see that about 12 guys occupied the berths in various positions some sleeping, some sitting and sleeping, some people just looking blankly all around. As they stood there, purva was completely drenched in sweat and almost felt like covering her nose due to unbearable foul smell emanating from the cheap general compartment.
As she stood there she realized she could not hold onto any support as she was right in the middle surrounded by all types of men who were intently staring at her and her body. For all the guys, it was like a dream. Never would they have imagined such a sexy lady boarding the general compartment and be one among them, that too in such a cheap attire. As all the men lustily feasted on her sexy body, Ramu started to feel his dream coming true. He keenly observed each and everyone as they shamelessly looked at her body. Some looked at her face, some her slightly exposed midriff, some her luscious thighs as they had bite marks and hand marks all over. Every guy enjoyed by looking at that part of purva which he had a fetish for. Ramu knew that they were all fantasizing of fucking her and raping her brutally and he loved that.
As purva stood there completely drenched in sweat, she was breathing heavily resulting from the extremely erotic situation. Even when the train stood still, she could feel guys were nonchalantly trying to get under her skirt. She could feel hands roaming over her ass as a couple of guys dared to even get underneath it and feel her butt cheeks. She wanted to take it slow, so she would just act as if she was irritated by their advances and would just look at them with an fake angry face. She knew it was going to be one heck of a journey.
After a minute or so, the train started moving. Purva felt it was metaphorical to how her life had gained speed in the last month or so. In just a month, purva had transformed to such a cheap characterless slut ready to do anything to please cheap men. This journey and the days she was going to spend as a performer in the village is going to be a really splendid experience for her, as she would initate her journey of becoming a performer and entertainer for one and all.
As train started to gain speed, Purva felt she was going to paralyse as everyone stared at Purva's fat heaving boobs whilst her nipples continued to try and poke holes in the thin material of her tight pink tank top. Her tiny black frilly skirt with polka dots was not exactly a micro mini but barely covered her round bottom. Although she had had many such humiliating experiences in the past few weeks when she had to walk naked in the slum to reach Salim?s garage and to have to walk topless with Pushkar had been bad enough but she had known it would only be short lived. But to have to execute Ramu?s lustful plan of making her go out dressed like a cheap whore on a fourteen hour journey in a train?s general compartment now seemed like a marathon and was too much to bear even for Purva. She had never been so scared in her life before. She knew that these vile people would have this mental picture of her for the rest of their lives. But that was not her main concern. She knew she had willingly put herself in this danger and had given away the option to back off. She knew she was going to be gang raped on her journey and would be lucky to get out of the train alive. She could feel her tears rising, the words sticking in her throat. The general compartment bogie was full of all sorts of people. She could see how they looked at her. She did not have a black eye or any major bruises on her face, but the smaller bruises, hickeys, bite and hand marks on her milky white body that she shamelessly displayed like a badge of honour on her body made it amply obvious that she had been slapped around. She was only too aware of the looks she was receiving.
Purva felt herself being passed on to a gleeful mob excited to see this tasty treat of delicious female meat that had appeared almost naked from out of nowhere into the midst of this cheap general compartment train. As she was passed along she could feel her semi naked body being touched at all the places. It happened so randomly that Purva didn?t have a chance to react. There were almost 500 men in that compartment & Purva knew that even if fifty of them raped her she would be dead.
Purva knew that had she dressed properly like a respectable woman that she once was, one snooty stare could scare these dirty men away and keep their hands to themselves at least for some time. But the image she presented today was much more than what the men must be used to; gone was the self assured, confident, attractive and respectable trophy housewife of an upper middle class man; to be replaced by a cheap cock sucking, cum drinking fuck slut. Her dress, or the lack of it, seemed to have been purchased from a roadside bargain stall where dresses looked attractive only when they were new and later the stitches and fittings split up. The tacky dress was a size too small and titillated the testosterones of the entire general compartment and every man wanted to grope her. Purva knew she was a sight as everyone gave her a top to down look. Men were pushing & shoving each other to get a better view & everyone was trying to come further ahead in the crowd to enjoy the shameless display of this beautiful married woman?s ripe and luscious body.
Purva couldn?t see where she was going but was visibly scared to death & panicking as she tried to push her way through the crowd and tried her best to follow Ramu who was trying to secure a berth to sit. Ramu and Purva looked like an unlikely couple. Ramu looked like just one of the few hundred other low class passengers in that bogie. Purva on the other hand looked like a cheap tart that had been picked up for the afternoon, and instead of taking her into a room, her client had brought this whore into a passenger train for some cheap thrill and excitement.
She stared straight in front of her, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see the effect she was having on everyone. Both men and women openly stared at her. The look of anger and disgust in the eyes of women, people with families and older couples was only reflective of how Purva?s morally decadent character had bypassed all the norms of the society by exhibiting her ripe and mature body like a rack of meat in a cheap passenger train?s general compartment offering her most virtuous and private parts, which not so long ago were the exclusive gifts of her husband Tarun, were exposed for the most disgustingly voyeuristic and titillating pleasure of all and sundry. Some men had smirking looks of pity on their faces and there were others with blatant leering and whistling to show their excitement to see a half naked woman dressed like a prostitute. She was only too aware of the looks; the stares were burning into her skin as everyone hovered around her to catch a glimpse of her assets on display.
In the process, countless hands crawled over her body; groping her bum, arse, caressing her waist & flat tummy while most were crushing her breasts. The entire act seemed choreographed as if Purva was intuitively instigating the crowd to devour the fleshy charms of this class less slut of a whore.
In just a month?s time, her once virtuous cunt had become a free for all whore pussy. She knew she was uncomfortable but what freaked her out was how could she be so shamelessly horny and turned on in such a scary situation; her face flushed with shame thinking that she was in a filthy enclosed space in a semi naked state surrounded by at least five hundred men. Her luscious body was on display and she was continuously being rubbed and molested by strangers. Purva felt so horrified that she could subconsciously feel promising herself to not only give the best pleasure to Kapil and Sunil on their marriage and make them men for all that she is worth of, but she she would also dance to all the cheap Bhojpuri songs like one of those cheap item dancers and will do everything else and more, if she managed to get out of this train alive.
This realization immediately brought her attention to the fact that women, children and people with families started to leave the train compartment in disgust and sensing trouble. Disapproval from these poorest of low class women was evident in the way these women grimaced, flinched and snivelled to themselves whilst looking at her with contempt. Soon enough, she could not see any other woman in the entire bogie. Purva was really stuck now, she could see Ramu had climbed on to the top berth like a monkey. He opened his bag and took out a digital camera, aimed it at her, and was now taking in her discomfort, smiling to himself as unseen hands of a jostling crowd pushed, prodded and brushed against Purva?s slutty body. Purva couldn?t help but notice that Ramu?s camera looked pretty similar to the one that was used to record her gangbang by Pushkar and his gang in their hut the other night. She was running out of options, she had to think fast. Purva?s train of nervous thoughts reminded her of Ramu?s advice in the auto when he had told her to go with the flow, learn from the general compartment experience as well as enjoy all of it.
Purva was not too sure of how she was going to enjoy this experience but she knew that the consequences of not following Ramu?s advice could be fatal if the crowd got violent. So, she had no other option but to be comfortable, friendly and socialize with all the cheap men, be one among them, completely belong to them and talk to them in a way that will make them more lustful for her and then they will reveal their true colors. As it is, she didn?t have anything with her. The little cash she had carried was in Ramu?s bag and as she had been explained by Ramu in the auto, she was dependant on these people inside the general compartment for all types of things, so had to make sure to excite all the cheap hungry men and let them enjoy her. She knew that she was still feeling ashamed of her situation but the incidents with Sajid and his gang, her experiences with Ramu, Pushkar and his gang had made her so sexually alive, that her body was continuously buzzing with the thrill of it all, irrespective of the shame that accompanied her feelings of excitement. She had begun to understand that shame played a principal part of her excitement, the two opposing feelings going hand in hand. Each of the humiliating experiences she had been subjected to by these low class men was leading to a diminishing shame quotient in her personality. Purva realized the full extent of her submission and the humiliation at being displayed only caused her pussy to continue to moisten.
Ramu had made it amply clear to Purva that they were not related throughout the journey and he will have nothing to do with her. As the train compartment got crowded, Purva was getting sandwiched from all sides. The faceless crowd was molesting her from all sides and she could not do anything. She had already realized that Ramu had deceived her into thinking that she didn?t need to worry about consequences. But given the situation she was now in, she had no option but to give him a benefit of doubt and make sure that she obeyed Ramu?s instructions like a dutiful housewife as she struggled through the crowd to make sure that she was as close to Ramu as possible. She was scared like never before...She was in a truly dangerous situation and was hoping against hope for some hint or signal from Ramu about her next move that would at least make her experience less punishing if not less shameful. However, Ramu had now become pretty confident of his authority over Purva. He and his friend Pushkar had already poisoned this once virtuous maiden with their sexual prowess and had recorded the pleasures of her destruction for their perverted pleasures and were least bothered about who they shared the captured moments of her promiscuity with. Ramu had made Purva shed her inhibitions this far and was determined to further push her down towards her descent from a rich upper middleclass trophy housewife to a cheap full fledged prostitute by making her dance to his tunes on his beck and call.
Purva was dressed to bring any man?s lust into a state of rage and Ramu was certainly boiling with lust as he waited to see how Purva was going to react and handle the situation for the next 12-13 hours to save herself from so many low class men from raping her. He himself had assumed the role of a seasoned cameraman as she captured her discomforting predicament from the top berth. Purva had succeeded in following his leads by letting him record her helplessness from the top berth?s vantage point as she excited all the cheap hungry men by exposing her milky white body and letting them rub their bodies with hers in the crowded train. Stuck in this crowded train and surrounded by a mad crowd, she could rationalize that the only way for her to save herself from any physical contact was to enjoy the moment, not resist the gropes and make herself as easily available to anyone and everyone as possible. She knew that resistance was only going to make the experience mor harrowing; might as well enjoy the situation. Purva didn?t have money or anything else so was now dependant on the people inside the general compartment. She couldn't deny she didn't need the attention. Her slit was running with her juice, she was wiggling around in between the faceless crowd, quietly grimacing and snivelling to herself. Her clit was screaming; desperate for attention, her body twanging with pent up desire. Electricity coursed through her, connecting sexual organs, continually making her all too aware of what was required, sex sex and more sex please, thanks for asking.
She pondered on Ramu?s advice to just let things happen and to freely do and say whatever makes her horny.
As Purva rested her hip on a seat handle to her right, she accidentally touched a hand. So she stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. But the person looked at Purva in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of her ass. Even as she was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at her and then both seemed to look at her rock hard nipples tearing through her tank top. She looked towards Ramu imploringly for some cue but Ramu was intermittently looking at her and had a satisfied smirk on his face as he captured Purva?s battered expressions awaiting her body?s destruction by all these cheap men in the train.
Purva knew she was trapped. She knew most men in the compartment would be the same as the ones sitting to her right. She looked around with the hope for some help. The only other lady she could see in the compartment was standing a couple of meters ahead of her amongst a crowd full of men. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 3-4 inches shorter than Purva and very skinny. She slowly made an eye contact with the woman. She looked around with some difficulty. Purva looked at her with moist eyes and pointing towards the man behind her. She got the message Purva wanted her to know. But to her shock, the woman turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself further away and making her way out of the compartment. She did not want to get involved in this.
"God help me!" Purva screamed in her head. She was now the only woman in a train compartment; dressed to be fucked, surrounded by about 200-300 men of all ages, shoulder to shoulder, back to front, hand over hands. She tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as she felt a pair of hands on her waist preventing her movement. His hand came back up to the seat rod but instead of holding it, it cupped her breast. The other hand strayed around her ass and slowly moved to her hip. Purva stood still as the man?s hand turned around from her boobs and rested both his palms on her ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over her ass-cheeks. Purva gripped the vertical bar firmly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging her rear. As she turned her head to the left, the two men were still staring intently at her exposed navel and boobs covered in thin top. The little hope she had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along her rear and started giggling. As the man groped her from behind, they both knew she would not be able to resist for long.
Suddenly the train jerked hard and everyone lurched forward. That was when she felt something on her ass and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. Purva was careful not to raise any alarm. She knew it was not a hand. The man behind her was leaning over her and had put his entire weight on her. Purva tried to glance at the guy but realised she could not without turning her whole body towards him. Almost against her better judgement, she turned a little to her right. Purva looked back with some difficulty at the person. He looked back at her plainly as if nothing was going on. She felt the man?s hand reach for his cock and flattening it against his stomach so that he could rub his entire length against her ass crack. The man moved his pelvis to the right along with Purva and his cock had found the slot into her ass crack over her skirt.
The man was pushing Purva from behind and she could feel his long hard dick in her butt crack. Within no time, he was pushing his entire body?s weight on to Purva, and she had to lean forward pressing her boobs to the back of the man before her. Purva tried to balance herself but suddenly felt the hard rod giving another jerk from behind as she fell on the guy standing in front of her and her boobs got crushed on his back. Purva was so blank that she didn?t know if she was pretending or she actually was helpless. She knew that she didn?t have a choice and couldn?t do anything; not wanting to know what she would have done had she had the choice to get out of this situation. She had been in such situations in the past as well. Her mind was racing fast and she couldn?t help bemusing herself that she had reached the crescendo by travelling in a general compartment like a sleazy fifty rupee whore following her past experiences starting with Sajid and Rasul and then Ramu and his cousins and Pushkar and his gang of friends.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity the guy in front turned around facing Purva and started palming her boobs and having fun. Soon enough both the men gained confidence that she was helpless and was not going to raise alarm. Purva was holding onto the vertical handle bar and her grip on the handle tightened as the man behind her started running his hands over her flat belly. Very soon he was circling her belly button. She craned her neck towards Ramu and could see his excitement through the camera as he recorded Purva giving unimaginable pleasure to the unknown strangers.
Purva kept as much a straight face as possible but her heart skipped a beat when the man in front ran his fingers into her tight skirt. Purva bent further down in an effort to prevent him find his way into her panty-less love canal. She struggled to muffle her moans as she saw the wicked smile on the ugly man?s face and she pleaded him silently "Please don't do that?.
The man smirked wickedly in surprise as he touched her soft pubic hair and now knew she was not wearing panties. Purva?s wet pussy was already begging for more and with the man?s rock hard cock pointing right at the crack of her ass, she almost involuntarily gasped for breath and pushed her ass hard against his groin and that feeling drew her nuts. Whatever little resistance she could show had slowly turned into cooperation. By this time, he was humping her pretty hard but slow. Purva had always been a very sexed up woman and she knew that it was only a matter of time when the slut out of her will blow the last shreds of her modesty into smithereens.
Thankfully for Purva the man in front changed his mind and moved his hands away from her love mound. But soon he palmed her breasts and started to squeeze and maul her boobs. The men who till now had been pretending that things were happening because of no space, had now started doing it deliberately. After having played with her boobs for some time, he moved his hands away from Purva?s breasts slightly. But they came back again searching for her nipples over the top. His thumb and first two fingers started pinching her nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched Purva?s nipples so hard that she had to bite her lips to stop from screaming.
Soon enough, she felt a third hand on her right thigh and looked down. To her shock, it was the man sitting on her right. He had his hand running up and down her thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As she adjusted her vision out of the dull light in the train, she realized it was his erect dick in his hand. He was masturbating looking at her.
By now the sitting person had his hand under her skirt on her bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from her crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed her panty-less slit under her skirt. This made Purva weak on her knees and she was about to fall on the floor like a lifeless doll, but the man in front caught her entire body weight from her armpits and picked her up; in the process massaging and squeezing her boobs like he had done never before. Purva too was really horny from all the action. She hid her face into the man?s hairy chest as her body started to respond to his touch and her cunt started to get wetter.
Purva was holding on to the vertical and she could feel someone?s breath on her clean armpits. The man behind her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back further towards him. This made her lose her balance and she lost the grip of the handle she was holding and her entire weight fell on him. She felt his erection tighten on her ass. He seemed really hard. This man was about the same height as Purva. He now smelt her hair with deep breaths. He caught her long hair and swung it forward lightly and she fell on the guy at the front. It was almost as if both the men were playing badminton and she was the shuttle of their cocks. Both men were now openly giving Purva dry fucks.
Purva could not hold it anymore. She stole a quick glance and made eye contact with both the men at her front and the back. They looked right into one another?s eyes, mouths serious and a silent agreement was made ?let?s be grownups and just have some harmless fun!? As soon as Purva was back in position, the man sitting on her left brought ran his fingers into her skirt again and grabbed her dripping cunt under her tight skirt.
Here she was in a crowded general compartment of a passenger train with one man fondling her breasts hard and a rock hard cock rubbing against her ass and a hand finger fucking Purva. She lowered her raised left arm, moved a few inches away from the man in front and found the bulge of his cock.
The man behind started hump into her tight ass crack even harder and she pumped the man in front with her hand. His fingers were tweaking Purva?s nipples and as the guy sitting on her left fingered her clit, her pussy juices had begun to leak. At this moment she really did not care who was watching and who was not! Purva squirmed, gave out an audible moan and shuddered, cumming like no tomorrow. Seconds later, the man behind gave five to six hard pushes and came right in his pants.
But it was not long before her face ran ice cold as the bastard in front tried to outrage her further by trying to remove the straps of her top off her shoulders. Purva resisted a bit and silently thanked the man for understanding as he withdrew his hand.
But to her surprise the hand then caught hold of Purva's hand. So she looked to find what he wanted from her hand. Soon she found her fingers now touching his swollen cock head under his track pants, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before she could realize what was happening, he released his load on Purva?s fingers. He then guided her hand to her face. The man wanted Purva to lick it. But she turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on her cheeks. Purva tried to wipe it off with her shoulders turning it into a thin coat from her shoulder on to her tank top. Humiliated beyond belief, she saw a large rope of cum on her thighs and skirt from the man who was sitting on her left and finger fucking her. Ramu?s camera recorded the content look on the man?s face sitting quietly with his eyes closed with traces of cum outlining his greasy track pants as Purva wiped the gooey cum on her hand and thighs with her skirt trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
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Dressed in a completely transparent burkha and with a tray in her hand indicative of her romantic first night with mushtaq that was going to start mid day itself, Purva made her way to the room. She was helped by sajid and the teenager who walked her to the room as if following actual marriage and first night traditions. The tray had a bottle of old monk rum and an empty glass along with a razor that was going to be used to shave Purva's delicious mound, a tradition apparently followed before mushtaq embarks on a journey of savaging it. The rum was an actual aphrodisiac to the perverted and ever horny men in these areas, so it superseded milk that was a tradition for the mere mortals.
As Purva made way into her first night room, she was very sexually euphoric already. The apparent foreplay that sajid and his crew has planned for Purva had been working wonders on her pussy. Having to wear only a thin transparent burkha in front of the whole crowd while being married to mushtaq, an old slum dwelling construction worker that was older than her father had been nothing short of a surreal experience. Had her pussy and her hormones been that of a normal housewife that she was a few months ago, she would be terrified about such a thought. But things had progressed so fiercely fast, and here she was. There was probably a new word called Purva that needed to be coined and added to the dictionary for what she is right now, a slut/whore would be a severe understatement, she thought filthily about herself.
"Purva, hope you can be an ideal wife for mushtaq bhai. I wish to tell you that he might be a little rough and aggressive at times or even most of the times but you must understand his lust for you", sajid said to her as they neared the first night room.
" Of course sajid, I understand how he wants me and had I not acknowledged that I would not have been here!", said Purva with a sweet smile.
The door to the room was ajar, and so Purva got into it. Sajid and the teenager quietly signalled their thumbs up wishing a good start to her fuck life. Blushingly Purva smiled and closed the door marking the start of her 30 day marriage with mushtaq. Mushtaq was fast asleep on their love-making bed as he was under the influence of alcohol a while ago in the marriage ceremony. Looking at him sleeping like an innocent child brought a feeling of love and responsibility of a loving wife. Purva decided to be a true housewife to mushtaq and wanted to give him the best of pleasure and care at this age of his life. The way he fucked her like a whore showed how he lacked a pussy to enjoy and that was why sajid had chosen her to fill the void in mushtaq's life. Anyone who could read Purva's thoughts at that point would certainly attest to the perverted nature of Purva and how far she had been used and abused. But Purva was in her own rights enjoying the feeling immensely. At that moment she wanted to belong entirely to mushtaq and satisy each and every perverted desire and fetish of his new husband.
Placing the tray on the table alongside, Purva tapped lightly on mushtaq's shoulder to wake him up. After all her body was seeking love and rough treatment too. After a few more nugdes mushtaq finally woke up from his torpor and looked up to see the personification of lust standing in front of him shyly.
"Arre aa gayi tu meri Randi", mushtaq said with an ecstatic expression.
Purva unable to bear the shyness and erotica of the situation just stood there with her head down anticipative of the lust that she was going to be showered here on.
"Aaja meri goad me". Saying that mushtaq positioned Purva on his lap with both her legs close to each other having over mushtaq's thighs. He then looked her in the eye with the ultimate lust and finally rested them on her luscious boobs. As far as Purva could tell among countless men she had been with and bad been used by, their preference for Purva's intimate parts seemed to oscillate. Mushtaq had mostly been about her boobs. She felt that he loved the flesh of two inviting mumps and the beautiful pink nipples that looked like delicate and delicious cherries. If anything mushtaq's next action confirmed her judgement. Mushtaq tightly grabbed both her boobs with his hands and started pressing them roughly. He pinched her nipples slightly causing Purva to squeal with pleasure in his lap. Mushtaq passed a small laugh looking at how Purva was reacting to his sexual acts. He loved subjecting Purva to such things and then see her womanly reactions.
After spending a few minutes enjoying her boobs and nipples over the transparent burkha mushtaq then made her stand in front of her. Purva was getting hotter by the minute as evident in the juices flowing from her hairy pussy. Mushtaq then came forward and without saying anything initiated the task of removing the burkha. Purva just went with the flow which looked like the calm before the storm. She adjusted as required lifting her legs up to facilitate her shift from near nakedness to complete nakedness. Mushtaq removed the only article of clothing from her body and threw the burkha in the corner of the room. So there she was, Purva, standing in front of his new slum worker husband mushtaq without as much as a thread on her body, completely under his mercy. As Purva stood there with her head hung due to shyness and humiliation of being totally naked in front of a low class worker, mushtaq devoured the sight with all his raw sexual energy. He looked at her from top to toe many times careful to not miss even a mole of her ripe nudity. It was like her was taking her all in. Embracing her soul and the slut she is, like getting to know her in the most primal way. After devouring her ripe flesh for about 2 mins without saying a word, mushtaq finally said, "Lay down on the ground on your back".
Purva, still very shy immediately obeyed her husband's instructions and dropped herself to the ground. The cold, rough and untidy floor made her feel uncomfortable but she hardly minded it. These days if her pussy was leaking, it meant she did not care about anything else. Her pussy's happiness was her happiness. Mushtaq then took the razor and looked at Purva with a wry smile, indicating what he was going to do. Purva blushed at that and nodded her head on approval. Mushtaq then placed himself alongside Purva on the floor. He widened her legs to get a good view of her pussy first. Examining the specimen is always important before performing anything on it. " Garam ho gayi hai tu", said he indicating Purva's draining pussy and her wet thighs that shared the fluids on account of sitting on mushtaq's lap earlier. He then a spit on his fingers and rubbed it over Purva's hairy mound getting it ready for its first treatment of the day. Mushtaq then took the razor and after making sure Purva's legs were widened enough, started the noble act of making her pussy naked. Carefully with the skill of an artist mushtaq proceeded to slowly remove Purva's pubic hair on her pussy, the hair that she had grown over the last week in anticipation of her first night tradition. It was finally serving its purpose, she thought. It felt like every thing on Purva's body could be used as a means of sexual exploitation and satisfaction by these crazily perverted slummers. After about 5 mins of careful work mushtaq glowed with his achievement. Looking at his own handiwork that is Purva's bald pussy he smiled in sexual perversion and lust that waft over him. This beautiful little object was completely his for the next few days and he could do anything he wanted to do to it. He then ran both his hands all over the pussy as if to ascertain the beauty of his work embracing the lust that piece of flesh evoked in him.
Purva looked at her pussy and acknowledged his work while enjoying mushtaq's hands all over her pussy rubbing them roughly. Her pussy was leaking even more juices now as this seemed like an extended foreplay. She loved it when the slum guys executed such perverted acts on her apart from the usual destruction. It gave her much more kink. Dropping her head back down on the ground, Purva completely surrendered her nude entirety to mushtaq and let him do what he wanted with it.
After rubbing it thoroughly mushtaq then slapped her pussy a couple of times as if completing the process of activating Purva's pussy. As Purva squealed again in pleasure and pain, mushtaq proceeded to then eat it a little, prolonging the beautiful foreplay. He laid himself on the ground and for the next 10 mins. mushtaq slurped, spit, bited and ate her pussy in various ways. He also pinned down Purva's hands to the ground with his disallowing her to jiggle with excitement. Purva was beginning to feel the emotions and lust of both her and her husband getting richer and richer. He then proceeded to finger her helpless cunt with vigour slapping it occasionally with his other hand. After some time Purva shuddered with a thunderous orgasm, the first romantic one with her new husband. She was twisting and turning and beating like a crazy whore on the cheap untidy ground of a dilapidated whorehouse in the slums, in her first night with his slum worker husband. It was so surreal to Purva that she thought maybe this was all a dream. None of it was actually happening. It could not nastier.
After bringing her to her first orgasm mushtaq smiled and beamed at the sight of this urban housewife completely under his mercy fidgeting uncontrollably on the ground. He let her succumb to the sexual destruction and made himself a shot of rum to get himself ready for the next phase of his first night. Liquor got him very very horny and he would have more pleasure in fucking the cheap slut. After consuming a couple of shots while waiting for his lovely wife to recuperate from her first after marriage orgasm, mushtaq asked her, "Kaise lag rhi hai meri Randi?", slowly rubbing her moist vagina. "Achha lag rha hai mushtaq ji, bahut achha lag rha hai", Purva said beaming with sexual energy and the pleasure and love from mushtaq's rough treatment of her pussy. Mushtaq then proceeded to plant a deep kiss on Purva's lips licking her lips in utmost lust and delight. The cheap smell of the alcohol that emanated from mushtaq's mouth brought another sense of nastiness into the scenario and their tongues were beating and biting each others like snakes quarrelling. Mushtaq got himself naked and then continued eating Purva's lips some more time making sure to make love to all of her parts. He wanted this chapter of life to never end, he wanted this whore to be his forever and ever. Mushtaq was getting hornier by the second and in a fit of rage tightly slapped Purva on her face a couple of times. The expression on Purva's face brought their lusts into the fore even more as mushtaq started to rub and slap her cunt. Purva bit her lips unable to contain the sexual intensity of the situation. It seemed like traces of blood started to come out of her lips as a proof of their lust and their desires. "Mushtaq ji, please fuck me now, fuck me like I deserve it, fuck me like I am your whore...Please!", shouted Purva.
Mushtaq then sat over her thighs and rubbed his huge cock with his saliva. The view that Purva's pussy gave him serious concerns as to how we could destroy it. It seemed to him like he could never get satiated with its tenderness and beauty. It had already become pink with his treatment so far which made it look even more luscious. After slapping it a couple of times, mushtaq entered his cock into the beautiful entrance to Purva's soul. It was so inviting as a result of all the wetness it bad been subject that until then. With all his lust mushtaq began to hump the life out of Purva's pussy making her moan with excitement. Here she was being fucked like a true whore by a slum worker she had met just a couple of weeks back. It was true that even the cheapest of prostitutes that worked in salim's garage did not let their clients fuck them on the ground. They always provided their services on the bed. But Purva, being the absolute whore she was had no objections whatsoever as mushtaq continued to fuck her with an animalistic desire. She was thoroughly enjoying every moment of destruction.
As the intense sex session continued, mushtaq slept over Purva completely transferring his weight on to her crushing her body on the ground and fucked her cunt with deep strokes. His lust for her was unprecedented as he began to lick Purva's sweaty shaved armpits as he continued to rape her pussy. The sight was so steamy as the two fucked each other like horny rabbits on the cheap untidy floor of the whorehouse. "Randi tu kamaal hai, tu kamaal hai" repeated mushtaq incessantly as his inebriated self was experiencing heavenly feelings while fucking this gorgeous urban slut who was now completely his. The liquor brought out more lust and desire and made him enjoy the sensations even more. It was like he was out of this world, after having consumed a drug prescribed by aliens.
The fucking continued as mushtaq seemed to be unstoppable. For a man his age and his lifestyle, Purva would not have thought of having such an extended intense session with mushtaq but clearly she was surprised. Of course she did not have the chance to realize it while she was being savaged. She could only feel the euphoric pleasure that she was being given by his lover. His cock was reaching and poking inside her body to greater and greater depths as she was fucked the living daylights out of her. She was moaning unstoppable and even screaming sometimes unable to contain the lust and pleasure. "Behenchod tere ko mai pura din chodunga", she heard as his lover continued to hump her helpless cunt.
Finally after some time, mushtaq began to shudder and Purva began to feel the change deep inside her pussy. She felt the warmth of his semen as mushtaq began to slow down with his humping. The old man had finally cum into his dear wife's cunt after fucking it ferociously with all his lust. "Pagal kar degi mujhe", he muttered to her breathlessly as he collapsed onto Purva's body. Still insatiable completely, mushtaq licked Purva's face in lust as he still stroked Purva's pussy slowly with his limp dick depositing all of the cum inside her. After a while as both of them regained their breaths, " Randi tereko itna chodunga main roz tere ko, kaisa maza aaya tereko", said mushtaq as he slided over beside her. "Mushtaq ji, ab main aap ki hu, aap jitna jaisa chahiye waise mujhe pyaar do, aaj toh main bhut khush hu ki mein aap ki bani hu". Saying that Purva moved closer to his husband and lay her head on his shoulder. Mushtaq kissed her on her cheek and both of them moved to the bed to take a short nap to revitalize themselves ahead of the next session. Both slept like bunnies with mushtaq tightly grabbing his wife and her boobs. He could not even imagine how lucky he was to have someone like Purva as his wife next to him on his bed. It was certainly something that he did not imagine all through his 65 years of his life. As Purva immediately drifted to sleep mushtaq tightened his hold on her boobs feeling his wife's nipples more thoroughly and went to sleep.
Mushtaq opened his eyes. It took him a while to realize where he was. Due to the intense fucking session and the liquor, Mushtaq was in quite a daze before he dozed off. The feeling of the object in his hands made him realize where he was. Once it dawned upon him, he realized just how happy he was right then; a satisfied smile passed his lips. He tightened his grip on his wife's luscious boobs that were already enclosed tightly in his palms. It seemed like Purva had gotten really tired with the rough treatment Mushtaq had given to her parts, she deserved some sleep he thought.
As she still slept like a log, Mushtaq kissed her on her cheek and got up from the bed to switch the light on. The sight that he saw on the bed was remarkable. A rich urban and once pristine housewife lay there buck naked on the bed of a whorehouse as his wife. Life could not get better than that he thought. Mushtaq slowly made her change her position such that she was sleeping on her back. He then spread her legs apart to get a good view of her pussy. It was truly a beautiful sight to watch his dear wife sleep like that like a baby, literally. He then made himself a shot of rum and consumed it while leering at his wife's pussy. It had resumed its soft texture from its pink-red color after Mushtaq had slapped it a couple of times. Such was the beauty of Purva's pussy he thought, it looked sexy and inviting to him whether it was beaten, or treated with respect, loved, or lusted at.
Not wanting to wake up his darling wife from her deep sleep, Mushtaq spent a few more minutes just savouring Purva's luscious pussy and in the meantime downed another 30ml of rum. He was starting to get high again, and that meant he was getting horny again. But now was not the time. He had to take Purva to his home where they could start their married life. He planned to fuck her badly again at night at his home. With the plan to have a good rough session at night Mushtaq checked what time it was. It was already 8pm so Mushtaq thought it was best to have dinner there in the garage itself, so Purva could take rest from cooking today. She would then be fully free to satisfy his husband. So Mushtaq dressed himself and went out to get some dinner for him and his wife. In the little hotel nearby, Mushtaq was congratulated by one and all on his new marriage. Most of them had been in the marriage anyway, so they all had gotten to see Purva in her transparent burkha. But most of all, Mushtaq had a good ego boost, as he knew everyone in the slum knew how badly they wanted to fuck Purva.
Mushtaq and Purva had their dinner in the garage itself with the food that Mushtaq bought from the hotel. He explained to her that they would be moving to his home today night so that they could comfortably start their married life as soon as possible. Purva readily agreed. After dinner, Purva wore her transparent burkha as they collected all of Purva's gifts that were given to her by the guests of the marriage - her razor, the lockets for the kamarband, the body oil and the contraceptive pills along with the remaining rum and got into an auto. While in the auto Mushtaq got hold of Purva's waist and said, "Purva, I have some rules that I wish you to follow as my wife". "Sure Mushtaq ji, what kind of rules?", said Purva. Mushtaq then outlined all the rules that defined how Purva conducted herself in the role of Mushtaq's wife. Hearing them made her realize how badly Mushtaq wanted to enjoy the time while she was Mushtaq's wife. She knew Mushtaq wanted to make the most of this opportunity and his intentions were clear from the what rules he had defined for Purva. He wanted to completely use her and make her his true whore subjecting her to all of his perverted desires and fetishes. Some rules that he had defined were even surprising to her as they indicated his perverted desires that were probably unquenched since he had developed them. Purva felt very happy and privileged even to have been the chosen one to satisfy Mushtaq's weird desires. She was excited to embark on her after-marriage ceremony, and she was so happy to have taken this decision of becoming Mushtaq's wife.
After about 10 mins. they reached Mushtaq's place. Once at the door, Mushtaq said to Purva, "Burkha utar ke de de mujhe". and that's where the one of the rules that Mushtaq had laid down was being employed. Irrespective of anything, Mushtaq demanded that Purva always remained naked when she was in the house. She was not allowed to wear anything when in the house, not that she had anything else to wear other than the transparent burkha anyway. But that was that. There was not much crowd outside anyway, so Purva readily removed the burkha and handed it over to Mushtaq who then hung the burkha on the rope that was tied across the length of his house to dry wet clothes. Mushtaq then unlocked the door and the husband and his naked wife entered the house. "Kaisa hai mera ghar randi?", said Mushtaq as he closed the door behind him and grabbed his wife right butt cheek. "Achha hai Mushtaq ji", said Purva.
The house was a brick one in contrast to most of the houses that she had seen in the slums. It seemed like this part of the slums was slightly better. It was still a small one, with just a room. But it also had a small extension that served as a kitchen and Purva was happy for that. It also had a bathroom/toilet inside so it was probably even more than she had expected in her new house. Purva and Mushtaq refreshed themselves and got themselves ready for their sex session of the night. They hadn't really planned it or anything, but of course Purva knew Mushtaq was going to fuck her once before they slept again anyway. After about 5 mins. the bunnies got back to work. The room housed a bed that was big enough for both of them and they both made love to each other with the same intensity as their first night sex in the afternoon. The rough fucking that Purva was subjected to in her new house gave strange sensations in her. She felt like she never wanted this to end. The feelings were so perverted and cheap that she loved how dirty she was. She was a skank, a whore, a slut, a damsel for the low-class, a purva. As they made love intensely and drifted to sleep, the night had finally settled.
The next morning Purva woke up first. She was completely enclosed in Mushtaq's wraps as he held her boobs in his hands tightly and his legs were completely over her torso. Purva loved how Mushtaq wanted her and she felt as womanly as possible. It seemed like she was hungover from the rough treatment she was given by her new hubby. Managing to get out of his clutches Purva got out of the bed and wandered into the kitchen. She looked for something to prepare breakfast, and found out she could make some rotis. She wanted to brush her teeth, but one of the rules prevented her from doing that right then. She had to wait till Mushtaq was up, and so she simply washed her face, did her daily chores and got started on preparing the rotis.
After about half an hour, Mushtaq got up from his sleep. He realized Purva not beside him and heard sounds coming from the kitchen. "Randi, uth gaya hu mein, aaja...", he shouted. Purva immediately stopped with working on the rotis and got two glasses out. In one she filled it with warm milk that she had prepared and in the other, she filled it with water. She put both of them on a tray and made way into the living room to Mushtaq. "Waah, kya lag rhi hai randi, aaja, yahan rakh de aur neeche baith ja gutno pe". Indeed one of the daily rituals was just getting started. Purva placed the tray beside the bed and then as instructed by his husband, kneeled down on the ground infront of Mushtaq. "Haath peeche rakh, haath aage dikhni hi nhi chahiye...", said Mushtaq as Purva readily complied folding her hands on her back. Mushtaq then pulled her towards him as Purva opened her mouth in anticipation of her snack. With the utmost lust in his eyes Mushtaq passed a happy smile as he inserted his cock into his wife's mouth and started to hump it.
Every morning, Purva was told to wait on her husband. The first thing that she would be taking in her mouth every morning would be her dear husband's cock, and following that, the first thing that would go into her stomach would be her dear husband's cum, and until then Purva was not allowed to eat anything. "Mein tera doodh peeyunga, aur tu meri dood peeyegi", Mushtaq had told her triumphantly while outlining the rules for her. Mushtaq happily fucked his wife's mouth drinking milk and Purva sat on her knees sucking his husband's cock. It was a kinky morning ritual to say the least. She loved how humiliatingly perverted it was, and loved how Mushtaq had come up with such ideas to humiliate and degrade her to the core. Mushtaq sat there drinking the warm milk as Purva continued to suck his cock with her hands behind her back like an obedient student following her teacher's instructions. She had taken an oath to serve her hubby to the fullest extent and rightly so, she was certainly up to the mark. As Purva continued to suck her husband's cock, Mushtaq finished the milk in his glass. He signalled Purva to stop sucking and once he had downed all the milk, he asked her to open her mouth. Mushtaq then gargled spit deep from his throat and then spit a good large globule right inside Purva's mouth and then shoved his cock inside her mouth again. That was so demeaning and humiliating to Purva and she felt cheaper with his husband's act. It was so cruel, humiliating, dirty and sexy all at the same time. Mushtaq then grabbed Purva's head from behind and started to deep throat her. The sounds that Purva was making as he fucked her throat made him hornier as he started to go deeper and rougher. "Pura le randi, pura le...", he mumbled as his breath quickened with each stroke and went deeper with each stroke. Purva was gagging quite a bit as the mixture of her saliva and Mushtaq's precum dripped to the floor. On the few occasions when Purva tried to adjust herself with her hands, Mushtaq would tightly slap her hands away. He loved it when she looked helpless and docile offering no resistance as he pervertedly fucked her beautiful fresh mouth. After what seemed like 10 mins of rough face fucking, Mushtaq finally cum inside Purva's mouth. "Yeh le, tere liye hi", he said as he instructed Purva to drink all of him cum. Once she was done swallowing all of his cum, Mushtaq asked her to open her mouth again and spit another couple of times into her mouth. She was instructed to gargle the spit first and then swallow it to mark and end to that day's daily ritual. "Badhiya randi hai tu Purva, ek dum first class", he said to her tapping on her cheek in mark of appreciation. Purva, with her face completely filled with happy tears from mushtaq's rough face fucking thanked her husband. While in the same subservient position, Purva told her husband, "aap ke lie roti banayi hu Mushtaq ji, brush kar ke kha lijiye". Mushtaq passed a smile and kissed his loving wife on her forehead. He then said, "thik hai, mere brush karne ke baad tu bhi kar le...". That reminded Purva of her third rule in the house. It was already decided by the community during the marriage that Mushtaq and Purva would be sharing everything metaphorically equivalent to their life as a married couple. Mushtaq had thus instructed Purva that she would have to brush her teeth every morning after Mushtaq did and to do so she would have to use the same brush. It was something that Purva found very nasty and magnified how perverted Mushtaq was and how degradingly dirty he wanted to treat her.
Also, Mushtaq had instructed Purva that she was not allowed to take a bath everyday. He declared that he wanted his wife to possess her "natural aroma" or "swachh sugandh" as he called it. Adding to the philosophy of naturality, he also demanded that Purva grew her armpit hair. He said he wanted to see his wife with bushy armpits. He said he had always imagined the rich busty urban housewives in their most primal form and so upon discussion with his comrades he and the crew had come up with such ideas to execute on Purva. So that meant that while Purva's pussy would be frequently trimmed to make it bald, she would be growing her armpit hair. Imaging herself in such a state made Purva realize how nasty she would look. Mushtaq surely wanted to make her a shameless whore she thought. On account of that, Mushtaq said that he would regularly check for the growth of her pubic hair. He also said that he believed sweat would induce growth of armpit hair and so Purva would not have a bath until he instructed her to do so. If anything she could just wash her pussy if required but that too only after his permission.
After Mushtaq brushed his teeth, he instructed Purva to do so, with the same brush. Purva was as ready and happy as ever to obey her husband's commands. After denying Purva to take a bath, Purva got the breakfast ready and both of them had a hearty breakfast. Things were just getting started and Purva was a happy fuck piece and a loyal, committed housewife.
After having a couple of rotis for breakfast, mushtaq proceeded to complete his daily chores and take a bath while Purva cleaned the dishes and swept the living room clean. Since mushtaq had lived alone in the house the living room was quite messy and so Purva made it a point to make everything look orderly in her new home. Purva realized that there was too much sunlight coming into the house through the window and made it a point to later talk to mushtaq to do something about it.
Mushtaq dressed himself in a lungi and a shirt and the happy couple spent some time watching the TV on the bed as mushtaq had a good time enjoying his wife's private parts. His right hand fondled with her tits and his left hand was rubbing her pussy as he passionately kissed his wife. Mushtaq had never thought he would be so lucky to have a woman like Purva with him on his bed in his cheap house ready to offer her anything to him. Purva too immensely enjoyed the attention he was getting. She was very happy to satisfy this old man's desires and be a lustful object and source of utmost pleasure for the slum dwelling construction worker.
"Mushtaq ji, yahan se bahut roshni aati hai, aur bahar logon ko bhi mein nangi dikh jaungi, iska kuch karo na", she said when mushtaq momentarily moved his mouth from her lips to her tits.
" Iska kya kare Randi rehne do na...bahar logon ko tum nangi dikhe to achha hai na, khush rakho unhe bhi...', he said with a wry smile, going back to chewing Purva's nipples.
"Arre mushtaq ji, par itni toh dhoop nikal ke aati hai isse...koi pardah lagao na"
"Pardah toh kuch nhi hai...ek kaam kar sakta hu tere liye...tu toh waise bhi burkha nhi pehenti na andar, toh main Tera burkha Hi laga deta hu yahan, bahar jab nikalte hai toh leke pehen lena tum, kyun?"
With no other option, Purva agreed to mushtaq's suggestion as he brought Purva's transparent burkha and hung it two fold on the window to mitigate the heat. The couple spent some more time on the bed watching the TV as mushtaq had fun with Purva's ripe naked body. In the midst of their fun, mushtaq got a call on his mobile.
"Haan sajid, Kaise ho?", mushtaq spoke into the phone.
"Achha khush khabri hai, mai badhiya hu yaar Purva ki maze le rha hu", he said as he winked at his wife continuing to maul her boobs. Purva blushed at how mushtaq cheaply expressed her love life to sajid.
"Haan haan kyun nahi, aa jao. Khoob masti marenge, patte bhi leke aana, bahut din ho gaye khelke", mushtaq continued on the phone.
After a few more words, mushtaq passed the phone to Purva.
"Hello sajid, Kaise ho?", she said as mushtaq continued to enjoy her parts much to Purva's embarrassment. It felt so cheap to Purva as she spoke to sajid trying to suppress her moans to mushtaq's naughty and cheap acts.
" Mein badhiya hu bhabhi, kaisa rha aap ka suhaag raat? Maza aaya?", asked sajid.
Purva blushingly replied, "haan sajid, bahut achha rha" trying to sound nonchalant despite of mushtaq fingering her cunt with increased pace.
"Mushtaq bhai ko bahut khushi mil rhi hogi Teri wajah se...Tera awaaz sunn ke lag rha hai abhi bhi Tera achha khaasa mazaa le rha hai, hahaha", said sajid with a mocking laughter.
"Arre sajid, rehne do na...", said Purva trying to contain the embarrassment.
"Hahaha achha suno bhabhi, aaj hum tumhare ghar aayenge...mushtaq bhai aur Tera shaadi mana ne ke liye...tum kahin mat jaana"
"Haan sajid, zaroor aayiye"
"Aur haan tumhare shaadi ke CDs bhi launga...tere saath baith ke dekhne me alag Hi mazaa aayega hum sab ko"
"Haha thik hai sajid, intezaar karungi aap ki, aap ke saath aur kaun aane wale hai?", Purva asked.
"Arre bhabhi, zyaada nhi bass 3-4 log honge khul milke, hum sab mushtaq bhai ke saath daaru peeke kaafi din ho gaye...aur yeh logon ne tumhe bhi nhi dekha...toh socha aaj plan bana hi leta hu, kyun?"
"Achha, thik hai", said Purva.
Upon mushtaq's instruction, Purva further asked "khana me aap logon ke liye kya banau?
" Khane me...waise toh bhabhi tere ko Khane me bahut mazaa aayega, par mushtaq bhai maar denge humhe, toh phir kuch achha murga bana do na, daaru ke saath badhiya rahega", said sajid.
Purva passed a shy jovial laugh to sajid's words and said, "thik hai sajid...kitne baje tak aane wale ho?"
"Hum bhabhi 5 baje tak pahunch jayenge, chalo ab mein rakta hu, disturb kar ne ke liye maaf kar lo, Hahaha", saying that sajid cut the call.
Purva and Mushtaq then got back to their romantic session. Mushtaq made Purva fold her hands behind her back on the bed and spread her legs wide. He then slapped Purva's wet pussy a couple of times roughly making Purva wriggle with pain and pleasure. He bore a triumphant smile on his perverted face as he loved the sight of the urban high class shameless slut withered in his hands like a whore on his bed completely naked. He had done it so many times by now, but he loved to treat Purva roughly, degrading her to nothing but a skanky whore. Seeing Purva in such a helpless state made him go mad with lust as he slapped her pussy a few more times making it obtain its familiar pinkish tinge. "ouchhh ahhh ahhhh mushtaq ji...!", was all Purva would repeatedly scream as she enjoyed her husband's rough treatment of her pussy in the middle of the day. With the lust of a mad man, mushtaq then shut Purva's mouth tightly with his fist not before spitting a couple of globules into her mouth. Pinning her to the bed, he then widened her legs even more and then after slapping her helpless cunt a few more times proceeded to finger fuck it. "Randi hai tu bhenchod, do rupayee ki Randi hai tu...", he continued to exclaim as mushtaq went crazy with love and lust for his newly wed wife. As the fingering continued to increase in intensity, Purva was starting to really go into her familiar euphoric state. The feeling that made her the cheap characterless whore that she became. Every time she felt it, she was out of this world, it always felt the best regardless how similarly demeaning and destructing she had been treated the previous times. Only occasionally allowing her to breathe, mushtaq would remove the hand over her mouth only to slap her on the face as he continued to destroy Purva's pussy. His fingers fiercely moved in and out of her love pot demonstrating how deeply he loved her. Finally after about 2 mins of rough finger fucking, Purva began to become speechless. Her sexual euphoria was reaching its peeks as tears flowed unstoppably from her eyes. She started to shake violently on the bed and had a thunderous orgasm that lasted about 30 seconds. It was so good that Purva started to go crazy with lust biting her lips signalling mushtaq to not stop it. Mushtaq slapped her beautiful cunt repeatedly as he had the time of life completely destroying his whore wife's bald savaged pussy. Finally, Purva's pussy seemed to get satiated as she began to speak. "Mushtaq ji mein aap ki Randi hu", was what she chose. Mushtaq kissed her tightly on her lips and left her on the bed as Purva drifted into a satisfied torpor with her legs spread wide. Looking at his dear wife's pussy in such a state made him go made with lust again. It was beautifully and deliciously red after being subjected to mushtaq's beastly lust. He made it a point to later apply some oil on the tender love pot of his wife though he loved the way it looked.
After a while Purva got up from her short nap. She did not know when she had passed out, only remembering how roughly she was loved by her husband. "Uth gayi meri Randi?", she heard from the other side as she saw her husband sitting on the floor watching TV. He proceeded to kiss her gently fondling her boobs. "Achha laga tujhe?", he asked her referring to how he destroyed her pussy earlier. "Haan mushtaq ji, bahut achha laga...", she said her hand inadvertently reaching her vagina to estimate its health. "Tera bhosda bahut kamal ki cheez hai Randi...usko dekh ke mein pagal ho jata hu...aur usko rape kar deta hu...", said mushtaq pinching her tits. "Mushtaq ji, aap se ek baat kahu?, please bura mat maanna", said Purva with a genuine concern on her face. Mushtaq got up and sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair lovingly, "kya hua meri raand?". "Mushtaq ji, jab aap mere saath yeh sab karte ho, mujhe bahut mazaa aata hai, lekin mujhe yeh darr bhi hota hai ki kahin aap mujhe chot na de". Mushtaq could see the concern that Purva had. True that he loved to treat her like a sex object doing all kinds of nasty and rough things to her, but he never intended to hurt her. It was all just unadulterated lust and perverted love that he had for Purva. He did not want his loving wife to feel threatened due to his sexual perversion and the way he expressed his carnal desires to her. "Arre meri pyari Randi, tere ko mein kabhi chot nhi dunga...kabhi bhi...mein tujhe bahut chahta hu...bahut zyaada. Tujhe aise nangi dekh kar soch le ki koi bhi mard ka khada ho jata hai aur woh tero ko kuch bhi karne lag jayega...par tujhe chot dena ka maksad kisi ka nhi hoga samjhi?". Saying that mushtaq gently squeezed Purva's boobs and kissed her on her lips passionately. Purva felt pleasantly surprised at her husbands kind and compassionate words as they lived in their romantic moment french kissing each other as the time stood still.
After they broke away their kiss, mushtaq said, "Aaja, tere chut ko bahut dard hua hoga, uspe thoda tel ki maalish kar deta hu". Saying so he made Purva sleep on the ground on her back and spread her legs wide. He then sat in between them comfortably and took the oil that Purva was gifted by one of the guests. He then poured some of it on his wife's tender pussy and began to gently massage it. The coolness of the oil and her husband's loving hands brought great relief to Purva and her pussy. She was very pleased and happy, surprized slightly even with how mushtaq had expressed his care towards her. "Mushtaq ji aap bahut pyaare ho", she said with a sweet smile on her face. Mushtaq reciprocated as he continued to massage his wife's love pot with the oil. "Ab sahi lag rha hai tera bhosda, randi?", he asked to which purva politely nodded with a smile. He further added, "achha hua iska koi sugandh nhi hota nhi toh iss wajah se tera swachh sugandh kharab ho jata...". After massaging it for about 10-15 mins more, Purva and mushtaq shared another romantic kiss. Mushtaq urged Purva that he massage her some more time so that she felt even better. "Arre meri raand thoda aur karwa le, achha lagega bhosda ko...", but it was already 12 pm and Purva explained that she had not prepared anything for lunch. It would take her an hour at least to cook their lunch and she reasoned that since they were also expecting guests she better make it fast to fit in the schedule. "Raat ko wapas kar Lena mushtaq ji...", she said and after one more passionate french kiss Purva proceeded to the kitchen to get started on preparing their lunch with her pussy all oiled up. Mushtaq could not help but watch her sexy slutty wife walk away with her curvy ass swaying seductively. "I have got to rape that thing too", he thought to himself.
"Achha suno mushtaq ji, yahan murga kahan milega?", she shouted across to her husband in the living room from the kitchen.
"Murga? Kyun?", asked Mushtaq.
"Arre aap ke doston ke liye...shaam ko..."
"Achha unke liye...yahan pe milta hai paas me...par woh achha nhi hota hai...thoda door hai par market jayenge...wahan pe kaafi saare dukaan hote hai murga wale...aur saste me bhi mil jata hai...tujhe mein le chalunga cycle pe Khane ke baad.."
"Thik hai ji...", Purva said as she got back to her cooking.
In the hallway mushtaq adjusted his thickening groin as he imagined Purva walking in the crowded market with nothing but her transparent burkha bargaining with the chicken vendors as the entire crowd had the time of their lives witnessing the sight of an urban lady wearing a sleazy completely see through burkha with all her assets on display. It was truly surreal to say the least. It was going to be a sight worth remembering for a lifetime he thought as the smell of freshly cooked vegetables emanated from the kitchen. Purva was easily the best thing that happened to all of the slums and especially to himself, thought mushtaq naughtily as he caught the site of his gorgeous whore wife toiling in the kitchen to make their lunch completely naked and sweat running through her luscious body parts. In the light that accentuated her nude and busty figure her oiled pussy looked like a gem as it shone through the light. Mushtaq couldn't believe it was all happening to him. It felt to him like he was the luckiest man on earth.
Purva cooked a good lunch comprising of rotis, rice and dal. Mushtaq had expressed that he had never had such a good meal in a long time after his wife had run away from him years ago. Purva felt very happy that she could bring happiness to her slum worker husband's life. She indeed loved the kinky feeling of being the ultimate source of joy, lust and comfort for the old slum construction worker. Purva sat on the ground to eat her lunch so as to not spoil the bed with the oil on her pussy while mushtaq sat on the bed and consumed his delicious meal. While Purva watched the tv, mushtaq had a good time watching his wife's oiled pussy that was completely open to his view. He loved how shameless Purva was in his presence as she sat with her legs crossed over giving a perfect view of her bald juicy oily pussy. Purva too knew that mushtaq had been immensely enjoying the view that she presented to him with her vagina completely exposed to her dear husband. She of course loved to show her naked ripeness to him and enjoyed the perverted gazes of her husband. The two finished their delicious lunch as Purva went to do her daily chores once more. "Randi ek ipill le le...roz khana ke baad ek tablet le na", he instructed her. Purva immediately obeyed her husband's order as she popped an ipill gifted to her by one of the guests in her marriage to mitigate any chances of pregnancy.
After spending some time together on the bed romancing each other, mushtaq declared, "chal Randi market chalte hai...". Purva, already incessantly wet in her pussy since her marriage just felt tingling in her pussy as she realized how in a short while she was going to be exposed to the slum market in her filthy transparent burkha. Added to it was the fact that she all flimsy and sleazy having not taken a bath and having been subjected to the roughest treatment by her husband. Her pussy was still oily after her husband's gentle massage. It was still tinging with pain from her husband's demolishing treatment a while ago, but she loved the feeling it incited in her. She for a second thought about washing her pussy but rejected it after realizing how naughty it made her feel. If anything she felt excited that she was going to be nude infront of the cheapest crowd with an oily pussy after it had been destroyed by her husband. Purva had anyway known that once after marriage all of these would be common occurrence given how perverted mushtaq was and it thrilled her more and more how she would be objectified as a sex pot to all and sundry once in the filthy market.
Purva wore the transparent burkha that was acting as a makeshift curtain to prevent the heat and the couple got out of the house. Mushtaq made Purva sit at the front of the cycle as they started their journey to the market. As the crowd looked on, Purva felt very shy and kinkily humiliated with the situation she was in. It was certainly one of the most erotic things one might get to see in real life she thought as she was paraded on the cycle for one and all to see her naked flesh only facaded by a thin transparent burkha that showed off all her lovely assets. As mushtaq cycled her through he dirty bylanes of the slums, she heard whistles and cat calls. Mushtaq was quite a known figure around here and so almost everyone knew about his marriage to the urban slut. He was being congratulated and showered blessings as all of them intently gazed at Purva's exposed ripeness. Finally after about 15 mins. of clycling they reached the market and the sight that lay ahead of her made Purva weak in her knees. The market was as sleazy as it could be with people bustling loudly. It was buzzing with all kinds of noises, some of sellers shouting the prices of their goods, some of the customers bargaining. It was crowded even at 3 pm in the afternoon. As they made way into the market, Purva realized what she was getting into. It seemed like the entire crowd was there just to watch her nude. She could feel gazes from every nook and corner as mushtaq designated Purva as his property by tightly grabbing her waist. It was certainly so humiliating and erotic for Purva. "Aaja meri raand", he said as they walked into the market with mushtaqs hand tightly wrapped over Purva's waist.
As Purva was paraded through the noisy crowd, she could feel the dirty crowd trying to feel her up. He fact that all of her body was out in the open made her oily pussy drain with juices. As she saw people approaching her from all sides pervertedly gazing at her private parts she felt a tinge of shyness of a married woman. It was true that she was mushtaqs wife, but the fact that she was everyone lust object made her feel nastily happy. Mushtaq on the other hand was enjoying the situation to the fullest as he observed how all kinds of men were ogling at Purva's exposed ripe nude body. He loved how people would rape her then and there had it not been for him. He could see the lust in their eyes as they licked their lips looking at Purva's naked body parts. All of this happening in a smelly market in the slums was bringing them newer levels of pleasure.
After walking for some more while showing Purva off to the crowd in her stinky transparent burkha, they finally stopped at a chicken shop. "Assalam walekum" nazir bhai said mushtaq to the guy who had been busy chopping chicken. "Arre mushtaq bhai, assalam walekum", he said and then his eyes transfixed on Purva. Without a doubt that was probably the nastiest lust gaze Purva had ever seen. Nazir was dressed in a lungi and a banyan and a Muslim cap over his head. His teeth was stained with pan as she could see with his mouth wide open in awe and lust looking at Purva's ripe nude body. He intently gazed at Purva's exposed boobs and bald pussy which had by now developed a visible patch of wetness and oil infront on the burkha. " Mushtaq bhai, yeh hai na teri biwi, kya gajab maal hai yaar", he said continuing to gaze at her pussy and boobs. Purva was feeling as humiliated as she possibly could as the crowd stood on all her sides intently watching all of her nudity. It was as if all of her natural body processes could be known to the crowd. Every biological process of hers was out in the open. Mushtaq was very happy and pervertedly euphoric at nazir's words. "Dhanyawaad nazir bhai", he said.
Purva was feeling her dampness in her pussy get even more thicker as the crowd watched and made comments of their own. She could hear lewd murmurs from the men and feelings of disgust from the women present. It was turning her on crazily. Upon mushtaq's urging Purva asked for a price of the chicken. "Bhayya yeh murga kitne ki hai?".
He did not want to disturb her from her sleep as he knew she needed a lot of rest. Her body was completely sore as he could see bite and hand marks over her thighs and her boobs as well as her stomach. Her pussy was moist and quite red owing to the fact that she was completely raped mercilessly by all those horny men.
Tarun could not resist his raging hard on, so he lightly touched his sexy wife's pussy with his hands. It was still so moist, that he felt she was leaking juices even in her sleep. He could not help but insert his index and middle finger inside her pussy. He did it slowly for a while when Purva started to moan with horniness in her sleep. He did not want to wake her from her sleep, but he felt that if other men were having fun with her so much, it's not quite wrong to extract so much from his own wife. Without thinking anymore, Tarun hit roughly on her pussy and then started to finger much more vigorously increasing the speed and depth of penetration with each stroke. Eventually, Purva opened her eyes and started to enjoy the rough actions from her hubby. Knowing that Purva was enjoying it, he pulled her closer and then hit hardly on her pussy a few more times and then started to finger fuck her. Within 10 minutes, Purva was on the verge of falling off from the bed as she had her first orgasm of the morning surprizingly from her husband this time.
Tarun held her closely and continued fingering her and she started to cry like a bitch "ouchhhh", "aahhhhh", "ohh my fuckkkinggg goddd, I am cummingggggg". Tarun enjoyed fucking her like a true whore she was and when she was done orgasming, Purva was still shivering like it was -10 degrees. She was so hot, as Tarun hugged her and gave her a passionate kiss. He so badly wanted to fuck Purva, but as he was getting late for office, he had to leave quickly. Little did he know that he would not get to fuck Purva again for a long time to come.
Purva: Tarun, I hate you leaving me like this, why the hell did you finger me? to leave me all horny for a rough fuck?
Tarun: Babe, am really sorry, but i gotta go. You know how much I hate leaving you like this, but I am already very late. I could not help looking at your moist unclothed pussy and leave it all alone, so I wanted to give it a quick treatment, what it rightly deserves, with a wink.
Purva: Hmm, ok then...I don't want you to lose your job over me!
Tarun: haha, then let me go, and listen Purva, please think well about Sajid's proposal. It's ok to take risk once in a while, so I suggest you accept it and when you finally come back, it's going to be a heck of a story for you to tell me!
Purva: Haha, I know Tarun. Let me think it out properly, and then I'll let both you and Sajid know my decision.
Tarun: that's great Purva. I'll help myself, sorry for waking you up, you can go back to sleep if you want.
Saying that Tarun kissed Purva once more and then left for work as Purva immediately went into a deep sleep. Needless to say with all the rough things being done to her by all kinds of men, she was very tired, and needed to regain her energy by having good amounts of sleep.
Purva slept like a log for 2 more hours and finally got up at around 11:30 AM. She was feeling quite fresh and horny. Her body was still aching badly but she kind of liked it with a kink. It reminded her of she was brutally fucked and celebrated by Pushkar and his dearest friends in the cheap little hut. She just loved feeling that ache all over her body. She then got up from her bed and observed her naked body in the mirror and she loved the way it looked. It was an erotic mix of fair skin with redness all over. What made it absolutely sexy was the way all kinds of marks were in her most delicate and sensuous parts - her thighs, stomach and her luscious tits. She then turned around and spread her cheeks a little to observe her tight asshole with the huge doorknob. She couldn't believe it has been wedged inside her tight little asshole for more than a day now. She loved how she felt with it completely inside her asshole.
After spending a little more time admiring her lovely curves, Purva went about doing her daily chores. Before going to the bathroom, she dislodged the doorknob from inside her asshole and kept it aside. After her bath, she came out and cooked herself a nice little breakfast as she sat infront of the TV to eat it. It felt her a long time that she was doing this, probably even before she first knew about Sajid.
As she was having her breakfast, she could not help but wander back to Sajid's proposal. She was definitely excited to do it, but she was worried of her safety. As she cited it to Tarun earlier, she could never underestimate the possibility of Sajid and Mushtaq and their group of men to rape her and then sell her off to a red-light area. She also did not know how Mushtaq was on bed. Sure, he too fucked her along with countless other men last time she was asked to come to Salim's garage by Sajid, but this was a different story altogether. Now, she would be completely inside his clutches and he would spend all time with her, possibly fucking her throughout. What if she tries to do harmful things to her? While she loved the thrill of getting into a completely unknown territory, the possibility of being fucked badly and getting scarred for life did not leave her mind.
As she kept thinking of it, suddenly the doorbell rang. Her first reaction that it was Sajid. He must have been really anxious about Purva's reply. Also the fact that she wasn't home for the last couple of days would have really pissed him off. She quickly got up and wore a silk robe that covered the bare minimum of her body, planned to tell him that she went to her sister's place in case he asked and then opened the door. Surprisingly enough, it was Ramu the watchman, not Sajid. Surely, he must have missed her.
"Ramu, hey, how are you?", Purva said, with a bright smile. She was indeed truly happy to see him. She knew he had something in mind, else why would he be here?
"Hi purva, I was out of town for the last few days, sorry about that. I can't tell you how much I have missed you. Everytime I fucked my wife, I was fantasizing about fucking you. She was surprized how I came so early each time", said Ramu.
"Haha, that's nice! Come in, will make you some tea", said Purva.
Ramu came inside and closed the door as Purva started to go to the kitchen to make some chai for Ramu. She guessed he was going to make a move on her, but to her surprise he didn't.
"Purva, I don't want any chai, but I need to talk to you about something", he said.
"Oh, ok then, tell me", said Purva as they sat side by side on the couch.
Ramu: Purva, you know Kapil and Sunil right? my twin brothers?
Purva: yeah, of course, what about them?
Ramu: Purva, they are going to get married in a few days, in my village in UP
Purva: Oh ok, that's good news Ramu
Ramu: Yes, they are getting married pretty soon, so I wanted to ask you for a favour Purva
Purva had no clue what Ramu was asking her, what could she possibly do to avoid Kapil and Sunil getting married early in their life. She was confused.
Purva: What can I do Ramu?
Ramu: See Purva, it is a custom in our village that if during marrige, the groom is still thought to be a boy, he is asked to fuck a woman older than him. It basically means that the woman makes the boy a man by allowing him to fuck her, and precisely that's where I want you to come in
Purva: What? seriously? such customs exist? Purva was clearly bemused about the stupid tradition, but did not doubt the intentions behind Ramu's words.
Ramu: Yes Purva, they do, trust me. It's not difficult to find a woman for Kapil and Sunil to fuck for them to become men, but I was hoping why couldn't you be the one. It would be the best present for my dearest cousins Purva
Purva was no doubt turned on by the idea of it all. It was such a weird custom, but it did appear genuine to her. She knew village people to be quite stupid and superstitious for no reason at all, but she never doubted that Ramu wanted Purva to come to the village and do all sorts of cheap things to be a source of dirty pleasure and be an object of utter lust and humiliation to all the village people. Ramu knew he had to just use the right words, and she would fall for it, she was just a whore and when horny she would agree to do just about anything
Purva thought about it long and hard. She was surely excited about the idea and loved the naughty idea of being the woman who was going to make the twin brothers Kapil and Sunil as men. She was getting wet in her pussy, and she realized the juices were dripping down her thighs slowly. But on the other hand, she also wanted to agree to Sajid'd proposal and be Mushtaq's wife.
Purva: Well, Ramu, I am not sure about it completely. How many days will it be in total?
Ramu: See Purva, if you agree, let me tell you you are going to have a wonderful time. I have a lot of things planned for you, and you can look out for many more things that just getting fucked by Kapil and Sunil to make them men. If we leave today, we will be back by next monday, so that's just 7 days excluding today.
That was not too bad Purva thought. She could just call in Sajid and tell him that she needed to be with her sister for a few days, and that after she was back, she would get married to Mushtaq. But she wasn't quite sure what Ramu was referring to when he meant he had a lot of things planned for her.
Purva: Hmm, okay. But what else did you plan for me?
Ramu: It's a surprise Purva, but don't worry, I am sure you will certainly love it
Purva: Arre Ramu, tell me something at least if not all!
Ramu: okay fine. Have you heard about bhojpuri songs?
Purva: No, not really. What are they?
Ramu: So in UP, we have these bhojpuri movies which are pretty cheap, and in every movie we have an item song which has an item dancer who dances wearing very less clothes to loud catchy music
Purva: Oh ok, and?
Ramu: So during marriages in our village, we continuously run these bhojpuri songs, but we rarely have a sexy woman who could dance like those item girls. But during this marriage, you will do that job, and you will be much hotter than any of those item girls Purva. You will be dancing to loud vulgar bhojpuri music wearing almost nothing, on the center stage and everyone will enjoy your performance. So typically, you will be dancing on the stage for sometime, then walking down the stage to serve drinks to the people, dancing with them, pulling them to dance with you and all sorts of things like that. You will also have a very gaudy makeup, and with minimal clothing, you will be like the sole entertainer of the entire village during the time the marriage takes place. Of course, I have planned a lot lot more for the entire week, but come on, do you want to lost the thrill and know everything now itself?
Purva: Wow, that's really hot Ramu. I have never heard of bhojpuri, though listening to the way you tell me about them, I would sure love to be one of those dirty shameless dancers!
That's it, Ramu knew Purva was in. He knew she just needed some encouragement, and for the whore she is, she would agree to do just about anything. Ever since Ramu met Purva, he was sexually excited about how Purva is so docile and easy to manipulate and he got a real kink in humiliating her and making her a source of pleasure for all types of men. Now, since it was his dear cousins' marriage, it was the right opportunity for Ramu to fulfill he fantasies of seeing Purva like a cheap whore in front of loads of cheap people. Of course with all the things he has planned out for Purva for the 7 days, he was sure she was going to lose all her respect and be nothing but a cheap whore for all the village men. It was sure going to be an awesome time for him and all his village men!
Ramu: Yes, Purva, then please come with me, we will leave today. You will not be disappointed purva, I promise.
Though Purva wanted to agree then and there to Ramu's proposal, she first wanted to talk to Sajid and let her know her decision. She never wanted to piss him off lest he and his gang brutally rape her inside her own house.
Purva: Ramu, I already had plans for this week, I was supposed to go to my sister's home as Apu is also there, but let me see what I can do. I will let you know soon.
Ramu: okay dear, but please try to come with me today, it's going to be an awesome time.
Saying that, Ramu came forward and planted a deep kiss on Purva's lips disrobing her. He then roughly pinched her sore nipples and said, "Wow, looks like sahab has been really doing some awesome work on you purva ji". Purva smiled cautiously at Ramu's words and continued kissing him. She was happy Purva didn't doubt she was with Pushkar and his friends and that's how her body was completely ravaged.
Saying that, Ramu opened the door and said, "purva, please come to my hut as soon as you have decided about what to do" and left as Purva closed the door and sat down to think for a moment.
As Ramu left, he could not help but laugh at Purva's innocence, she was just too innocent and docile for him. She of course could never guess that Ramu and Pushkar together planned on getting purva fucked by Pushkar's friends in a far away village. After disrobing her, Ramu could not help but see how badly his friends Mishra ji, Paresh, Kesava and Pushkar himself had raped Purva so much so that her body was still sore and full of bite and hand marks. It was so erotic and sexy to see a ripe mature woman completely red with getting totally ravaged.
As he reached the hut, Ramu immediately called Mishra, his closest friend.
"Abey yaar Mishra, Purva ka video bhej yaar, abhi abhi randi ko nanga dekh ke aa rha hu...bhai tum logon ne toh iska pura fayda utha liya lagta hai", he said.
Mishra ji: "Haan yaar...kafi rape kar liya uska...achha tera plan ka kya hua usko tere gaav le jane ka kapil aur sunil ke shaadi ke liye?"
Ramu: "abhi bata ke aaya hoon, aane wali hai...aaj hi le jaunga"
Mishra ji: "Bhai badhiya...maze le uski ek dum..."
Ramu: "haan yaar, chal fir video bhej de baad me baat karta hu"
Saying that, he cut the call and unzipped his pants to masturbate as he opened Purva's bathing video on his mobile.
Back at her place, Purva was still unsure what to do. She wanted to go with Ramu to his village now and then after she was back she would get married to Mushtaq and be his wife for 15 days. It was all good.
She then called up Sajid, who evidently was quite pissed off with Purva's behaviour regarding the subject. But of course, he was happy that she agreed to marry Mushtaq albeit after a week's time. Sajid warned her to not delay it any further as Mushtaq was already quite horny for her and if she pissed him off, he would become even more rough on bed, which Sajid warned was quite animalistic. Sajid himself wanted to come over and fuck Purva as it was a long time and Purva too wanted it, but she knew she couldn't waste any time now as she had to go with Ramu. So she lied to Sajid that she had to be at her sister's place as Apu was unwell and got rid off of him, though she was completely displeased at her own self to deny Sajid's desire to fuck her for good.
With no more hesitation in her mind, she began to involuntarily get excited about the things ahead of her. She was going to be the sole entertainer in a cheap village marriage, dancing like a whore to loud obscene music with gaudy makeup infront of a village full of cheap men and then get fucked by the grooms themselves. It was such an erotic feel of things, she just could not help undress herself completely and finger herself slowly taking it all in.
She then called Tarun.
Purva: "Tarun, guess what, I am going to UP"
Tarun: "What? Why?? Are you getting married there to Mushtaq?"
Purva: "Well no, I will be marrying Mushtaq next week, this week I will be in UP in a village as a sole entertainer for Ramu's cousins' marriage"
Tarun: "What? fuck, that's crazy! tell me more"
As Purva began to tell Tarun in detail about what she was going to do for the next 7 days, she couldn't help but get turned on immensely. Ramu had not revealed to her entirely what she was going to do for the 7 days, and once again she was in that absolutely unknown territory where there was no turning back. Truth be told, she knew no one there, and anyone would hardly ever know if she was gangraped by the entire village and then sold off to some red-light district or used as fuck toy for the village men itself. She felt a sense of fear engulf her, but she was still fingering her moist pussy which knew no barricades as it kept leaking juices.
After a while, she wore a saree just for the sake of covering herself and with no one really watching her, she went to the watchman's hut.
Ramu was sitting on a stool and listening to the radio and she came in and hugged Ramu. She said, "Let's do it!".
Ramu was sure he was never so happy in his entire life. He was going to take Purva to his own village where she was going to do all sorts of erotic things to entertain the cheap crowd. It was going to be a dream come true for Ramu and his folks back at the village who are yet to see her in real. They were waiting eagerly for Purva and now that Purva had agreed, he was going to set the village in a frenzy. Huge banners had already been prepared to be put up in the entire village portraying sleazy and vulgar photos of Purva picked from her bathing video. It was going to be awesome, the whole village would get to see a hot urban married woman completely nude doing all sorts of slutty things with no limits at all.
As Purva sat down on the cot, Ramu said, "okay, purva let me tell you something that's going to turn you on even more!"
Purva could not guess what was coming her way. "What's that Ramu?", she asked quite puzzled.
Ramu took out a short skirt and a tank top and showed it to Purva.
"Wow, that's nice, is it for me?", asked Purva.
"Yes dear, it's for you, and you are going to wear it during the journey to the village", said Ramu.
"okay, how are we going?", asked Purva.
"Purva, I have not booked any train tickets in advance, so we will have to take the general compartment bogie, as there is only one train that runs in one week from here to my village, and all you are going to wear is this skirt and tank top with nothing else inside and board the general compartment with me", Ramu said.
Purva was stunned. It was truly so erotic that just listening to Ramu say it made her drip saliva from her mouth and juices from her pussy. She could not help but imagine what all things could be done to her by all kinds of men inside that cheap dirty general compartment bogie, that too which was destined to reach a village. She was speechless for a while, and finally muttered a few words.
"Oh my god, are you sure?", was all she could manage. Her hand involuntarily went to her pussy as she rubbed it slightly to loosen it so that it could release her juices.
"Yes purva, you are going to enjoy it like anything before, even better than getting fucked. It's going to be so damn erotic, with you wearing such sexy clothes while all there in the compartment will be just cheap men who wouldn't mind doing anything to you. Also, we will board the compartment separately, so people should think you are alone. So all the perverts wouldn't fear doing anything they want to you. But don't worry, I will be there if anything harmful is likely to happen", he said.
"Wow Ramu, this is going to be really really hot. I still think it's risky given the number of cheap perverts there will be in that compartment, but I would love to do it! You are just so perverted!", said Purva with amazement. She could not wait to get out there and seduce all kinds of horny men with her slutty outfit.
"Yes, am telling you Purva, you will have the time of your life the whole week, and the next 14 hours of journey is just a preview of what's going to come later. Okay, just try the outfit once now", said Ramu.
Purva got herself naked as she removed the saree infront of Ramu and wore the miniskirt and tank top. She was really looking like the hottest milf on this planet who was attending a fashion show. The miniskirt rightly accentuated her shapely ass, and her sleeveless tank top featured a huge cut near her armpits as it showed a considerable part of her side boob. At the front, her huge boobs were tightly held up that accentuated her frame even more. Overall, she was looking like a sexbomb that even a dignified man with full control over his manliness could not resist to rape her on first look. Now she was going to dress the same and enter into a world full of cheap men in a crowded train compartment with no space to sit or stand. It was erotica beyong anything.
As both Ramu and Purva made out for sometime with Purva in that slutty outfit. He then removed her dress and made her suck his cock and then fucked her in her pussy for a good 15 mins. He had just masturbated but he was still hard for her in no time. After a good marathon sex, Ramu said, "okay Purva, sorry but we have no time. We will have plenty of time to fuck in the village, but lets leave now, we will have to catch the train in another half hour".
"Okay, let me pack my clothes then", said Purva.
As she was about to leave, "No not required dear. Just get your bare essentials, all things including your attire or the lack of it will be taken care of in the village itself, I have made all the necessary arrangements", he said with a wink.
"You are so naughty!", said Purva and then kissed him.
She then left the hut with the saree and came back with just her toothbrush and some cash and put them all inside Ramu's cheap little market bag which was filled with Ramu's clothes and his other things. Ramu advised to her to put on the tank top and the miniskirt and then wear her saree over it and before boarding the train, she would remove the saree and remain with just the slutty clothes.
Ramu called for an auto and they left for the station. It was going to be so exciting. Purva could feel butterflies in her stomach, and wetness in her pussy. It was going to be one heck of a journey, she thought.
Ramu could not believe how lustful he was getting of Purva. It was like he was with an erection since the time he met Purva today. He was away for 2 days from her because he had to take care of his wife in her own village, and he just could not forget about Purva. What excited him like a horny bastard was how she was open to let cheap guys like him do and say all kinds of vulgar things and truth be told, he loved that. He always wanted to fuck her as his dick would become erect whenever he saw or even thought about Purva, but Ramu was that kind of guy who loved extreme intense roleplay. He had a kink for women who were sluts, and he gained extreme pleasure in getting all kinds of vulgar things done to her in public.
While in the auto with purva sitting beside him and he fondling her tits over the saree, he could not help but contain his erection even after fucking purva once and masturbating today. Such was his lust for her. Now today was a dream come true for Ramu. Ever since he had realized purva's shameless whorish character he wanted to expose her in full view of random strangers. He always fantasized about her getting humiliated and used badly with cheap men like him. He always masturbated imagining purva in a helpless situation where she was trapped by turn of events with a bunch of guys all around her who would not abstain from doing whatever they wanted to her, while she had no way out but to succumb to her vulnerability. He had that kink. Today he was going to witness all of that and gosh was he excited like anything.
Seeing her completely savaged body made him even more horny. He had created the plan of sending purva with his friend Pushkar to their group of friends Mishra, Kesava and Paresh who lived in a nearby village. The thought of purva getting used up by their friends who he always knew to be extremely horny as well was too kinky for him. Given the cheap characterless whore they knew purva to be, they were sure that would work out. He knew Pushkar and their friends were going to enjoy her to the maximum and that was what had happened. When he got to look at purva's body after the village trip, he was so excited with the look of her naked body. It was clear that Mishra, Kesava, Paresh and Pushkar had completely gangraped her at their hut and he loved it like anything. Her body was full of red hand marks and bite marks all over and her pussy was swollen and completely red. Her face was glistening but it was clear that she had been slapped a hell lot of times. But he knew purva enjoyed it, he knew she was one slut whore who enjoyed such encounters with men completely demolishing her mature ripe body.
He so badly wanted to purva to come to his village and be the sole entertainer for the entire village over there, and now that purva had accepted his offer, he was so content and lustful of her. He wanted to enjoy this chance as he wanted, her entire body and soul was completely under his wraps, and he loved the control he had over her. He knew he was lucky to find her and he was not going to miss any opportunity to execute his lust and fantasies over her. For the next few days he wanted to take a notch up higher and demolish all her moral values and shame.
Now that she was wearing just a couple of cheap cloth, he knew he was in for a ride. He was going to board her into a train that ran to the village and in a general compartment. He was getting goosebumps all over his body of the thought of purva in the midst of such cheap men in such a vulgar and sexy situation.
"purva", he said.
"yes Ramu?", purva said.
Ramu: purva, i want to tell you that this is a very nice opportunity for you. If you perform well in the village, it will really increase demand for you, and it's going to be a very satisfying experience for you. Even though you won't get paid much, you will surely enjoy being the sole performer for the whole village. And the fact that you will get to make boys as men will be a very enriching feeling for you
Purva: yes Ramu, I am really excited about the whole thing and eagerly looking forward to it, it's really hot!
Ramu: So purva, i was not sure you wanted to come, but if you said so, i wanted to also make sure we had a lot of fun in the journey, and that's why i came up with the idea of boarding a general compartment boogie. It's going to be a whole new experience for you and this 14 hr journey will make you a better teaser in public. So I want you to learn a lot from this whole general compartment experience and enjoy it too. I know it's going to be uncomfortable and also extremely hot at the same time, but you need to be at your best. As I told, you should learn from this experience and perform at your highest in the village.
purva: Ok Ramu, I will do it, but i am a little nervous and a little uncomfortable with the idea, though really aroused. I am not sure what I shoud do and how I should react. Please be there near me as I am sure those cheap guys will try to do anything to me in the train itself.
Ramu: Don't worry about that purva. Just go with the flow, but make sure you are really horny and enjoying all of it. I want you to talk to all the cheap men in the compartment, be friendly and socialize with all of them so that they become comfortable with you and then they will reveal their true colors.
purva: ok Ramu
Ramu: If you have ever boarded a general compartment, you know how dirty, smelly and crowded they are, but you should not get worried about it. Instead just forget everything and just sink into your character. As you start talking to people, they will start talking vulgar things about you as they will not have any moral standards. Also seeing you in such a slutty dress, they won't be able to contain their lust for you and things will become really hot. I want you to be one among them, and completely belong to them. They will start asking you different types of questions, so just make sure you answer them perfectly in a way that will make them more lustful for you.
purva: hmm ok, i will do that Ramu
Ramu: Also, since I will be guiding you by being with you nearby you will have nothing to worry. Just follow my leads carefully, I will give you indications clearly where required. Also since you and me are not related throughout the journey, you will have nothing with you, so I want you to be very dependant on the people inside the general compartment for all types of things. I leave it all to you, but make sure you excite all the cheap hungry men and let them enjoy you. Don't worry about any consequences, as I will always be there, just let things happen and you can freely do and say whatever makes you horny.
purva: ok, Ramu
Ramu: So once we are ready to board i will get in first and you should just follow me. I will make sure I find an appropriate place for us to start the adventure. Just stop with me and keep it going.
purva: okay...
Ramu: I am so damn excited about this purva. All the people will be really skeptical about you and looking at your completely sore body and your cheap attire, and the fact that you boarded into a general compartment that goes to a cheap village will certainly create arousal and increase their curiosity to know about you. It's going to be super duper hot!
purva: yes Ramu, I am sure it's going to be really hot and cheap!
As they were getting near the railway station, both purva and ramu were getting increasingly horny. It was such a vulgar and erotic idea and purva's pussy was completely damp with all the sexual feelings building up inside her. It was clear to her by now that she loved to be in such a helpless situation as a subject of lust to all kinds of horny, dirty perverted men. Also boarding a general compartment meant that she was completely within bounds of such a crowded space with absolutely nowhere to go. It made her more and more horny and she was getting restless to start the adventure.
In a few minutes they reached the station and saw that the train was already standing on the platform, albeit the station was kind of empty as not many boarded a train from this station that mostly encompassed trains going to remote parts of the country.
Ramu: "ok purva, you go to the toilet and remove the saree. You can just leave it there in the toilet as you don't the saree anymore"
Purva: "ok ramu"
Saying that purva went into the toilet and came out of it after a minute. Looking at purva in such a cheap and exposing attire just made his erection harder as he felt it inevitable to walk without a boner. He looked at purva and said, "wow purva, you are really looking like a whore, i wonder how people are going to treat you in that cheap little general compartment".
Purva was extremely nervous, but getting hornier by the minute. Now that she was wearing next to nothing in such a public setup made her even more hotter. The cheap railway station surroundings made her go crazy and she was willing to go to her limits for pleasing all the men including Ramu.
As they walked on the platform to the general compartment, purva realized that all the eyes were on her and her completely exposed ripe body. She was wearing only a miniskirt that just covered her most precious snatch and that bulgy ass and a tank top that managed to cover her luscious boobs that could stand up even without a bra. The fact that she was not even wearing any undergarments made her conscious as she knew from the looks of her dress, people would immediately recongnize so. As they started to reach the section that consisted of multiple general compartment boogies, she realized what she was getting into. It was 2 pm in the afternoon and the compartments were completely packet with all kinds of cheap people. As they were walking in inches distance she could see all kinds of hungry men squatted at the entrance to the boogies amazed at what they were getting to see. She felt like a whore who getting paraded waiting to be sold to the rightful owner.
The cheapness of the compartments was what made her go weak in her knees. Each and every compartment was completely crowded with all kinds of men who were smoking beedis, brushing their teeth, gargling water, eating as cheaply as possible and all such village acts. The fact that in a few seconds she was going to be made to be with them throughout the journey brought goosebumps to her. And even though she didn't know look them straight in the eye, she knew people were getting extremely horny and lustful looking at her cheap voluptuous body as she roamed around in her tiny little outfit. She knew people were intently looking at her beautiful body and raping her with their eyes and she was beginning to lose her pussy juices at a greater pace.
As they neared the start of one more boogie, Ramu whispered to purva, "let's get into this one".
As they stopped, she could not help but witness what was going to happen to her. The whole compartment was extremely crowded and at the very entrance, there were a couple of guys who were probably 22-23 who were smoking beedis and talking loudly in some language. As soon as they saw purva, they openly exclaimed which clearly showed that they were startled by the look of a purva. They would have certainly identified her as a married woman, but the fact that she looked all brutally raped and with such tiny clothes must have made them squeal with excitement and lust.
As they continued smoking their bodies, while making sure to completely rape her with their eyes pinned at each and every part of her mature voluptuous body, they said, "kahan jana hai bhabhi ji?"
As Ramu was going to enter the compartment first, he said, "bhayya hume gaderi jaana hoga, jagah milega?"
The guys were obviously confused about purva being in such a condition with a guy like Ramu. They said, "haan bhayya, jagah ban jayegi aa jao andar".
As Ramu forced himself into the boogie which was full to like three times its normal capacity, he was sure this was going to be extreme humiliation and sexual kink for purva. He was getting really horny and restless for all of it to start. As he got in, one of the guys said, "bhabhi chalo aao andar". Saying that he caught her hand and pulled her into them. As he pulled purva in, her body became completely crushed between the two guys as both of them completely felt her up. They must have realized immediately that purva didn't have any underclothing as one of them immediately pinched her ass and the other almost inserted his finder into her pussy. That's it, thought purva. The perverted erotic journey was about to start.
She looked at them, and acted as if she really disliked their behaviour as she grimmaced on their actions. She then made her way forward through the crowd to follow Ramu as each and every guy made sure to feel some part of her lusty body. The young lads to followed purva as they didn't want to be away from her. They knew they had hit jackpot.
As Ramu moved ahead searching for a perfect place to execute the adventure, purva followed him being helplessly groped and enjoyed by all kinds of men. The compartment was stinking in all possible smells as people just went about their business. She could see a bunch of old men were consuming some local liquor and smoking beedis, a group of men playing cards while loudly laughing and talking, as a group of men were eating vada pao in the most inhumane manner.
Ramu walked a few metres with utmost difficulty to get through the crowd and then stopped at a certain row. Purva was a nearby him and she stopped with him too. There she could see that about 12 guys occupied the berths in various positions some sleeping, some sitting and sleeping, some people just looking blankly all around. As they stood there, purva was completely drenched in sweat and almost felt like covering her nose due to unbearable foul smell emanating from the cheap general compartment.
As she stood there she realized she could not hold onto any support as she was right in the middle surrounded by all types of men who were intently staring at her and her body. For all the guys, it was like a dream. Never would they have imagined such a sexy lady boarding the general compartment and be one among them, that too in such a cheap attire. As all the men lustily feasted on her sexy body, Ramu started to feel his dream coming true. He keenly observed each and everyone as they shamelessly looked at her body. Some looked at her face, some her slightly exposed midriff, some her luscious thighs as they had bite marks and hand marks all over. Every guy enjoyed by looking at that part of purva which he had a fetish for. Ramu knew that they were all fantasizing of fucking her and raping her brutally and he loved that.
As purva stood there completely drenched in sweat, she was breathing heavily resulting from the extremely erotic situation. Even when the train stood still, she could feel guys were nonchalantly trying to get under her skirt. She could feel hands roaming over her ass as a couple of guys dared to even get underneath it and feel her butt cheeks. She wanted to take it slow, so she would just act as if she was irritated by their advances and would just look at them with an fake angry face. She knew it was going to be one heck of a journey.
After a minute or so, the train started moving. Purva felt it was metaphorical to how her life had gained speed in the last month or so. In just a month, purva had transformed to such a cheap characterless slut ready to do anything to please cheap men. This journey and the days she was going to spend as a performer in the village is going to be a really splendid experience for her, as she would initate her journey of becoming a performer and entertainer for one and all.
As train started to gain speed, Purva felt she was going to paralyse as everyone stared at Purva's fat heaving boobs whilst her nipples continued to try and poke holes in the thin material of her tight pink tank top. Her tiny black frilly skirt with polka dots was not exactly a micro mini but barely covered her round bottom. Although she had had many such humiliating experiences in the past few weeks when she had to walk naked in the slum to reach Salim?s garage and to have to walk topless with Pushkar had been bad enough but she had known it would only be short lived. But to have to execute Ramu?s lustful plan of making her go out dressed like a cheap whore on a fourteen hour journey in a train?s general compartment now seemed like a marathon and was too much to bear even for Purva. She had never been so scared in her life before. She knew that these vile people would have this mental picture of her for the rest of their lives. But that was not her main concern. She knew she had willingly put herself in this danger and had given away the option to back off. She knew she was going to be gang raped on her journey and would be lucky to get out of the train alive. She could feel her tears rising, the words sticking in her throat. The general compartment bogie was full of all sorts of people. She could see how they looked at her. She did not have a black eye or any major bruises on her face, but the smaller bruises, hickeys, bite and hand marks on her milky white body that she shamelessly displayed like a badge of honour on her body made it amply obvious that she had been slapped around. She was only too aware of the looks she was receiving.
Purva felt herself being passed on to a gleeful mob excited to see this tasty treat of delicious female meat that had appeared almost naked from out of nowhere into the midst of this cheap general compartment train. As she was passed along she could feel her semi naked body being touched at all the places. It happened so randomly that Purva didn?t have a chance to react. There were almost 500 men in that compartment & Purva knew that even if fifty of them raped her she would be dead.
Purva knew that had she dressed properly like a respectable woman that she once was, one snooty stare could scare these dirty men away and keep their hands to themselves at least for some time. But the image she presented today was much more than what the men must be used to; gone was the self assured, confident, attractive and respectable trophy housewife of an upper middle class man; to be replaced by a cheap cock sucking, cum drinking fuck slut. Her dress, or the lack of it, seemed to have been purchased from a roadside bargain stall where dresses looked attractive only when they were new and later the stitches and fittings split up. The tacky dress was a size too small and titillated the testosterones of the entire general compartment and every man wanted to grope her. Purva knew she was a sight as everyone gave her a top to down look. Men were pushing & shoving each other to get a better view & everyone was trying to come further ahead in the crowd to enjoy the shameless display of this beautiful married woman?s ripe and luscious body.
Purva couldn?t see where she was going but was visibly scared to death & panicking as she tried to push her way through the crowd and tried her best to follow Ramu who was trying to secure a berth to sit. Ramu and Purva looked like an unlikely couple. Ramu looked like just one of the few hundred other low class passengers in that bogie. Purva on the other hand looked like a cheap tart that had been picked up for the afternoon, and instead of taking her into a room, her client had brought this whore into a passenger train for some cheap thrill and excitement.
She stared straight in front of her, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see the effect she was having on everyone. Both men and women openly stared at her. The look of anger and disgust in the eyes of women, people with families and older couples was only reflective of how Purva?s morally decadent character had bypassed all the norms of the society by exhibiting her ripe and mature body like a rack of meat in a cheap passenger train?s general compartment offering her most virtuous and private parts, which not so long ago were the exclusive gifts of her husband Tarun, were exposed for the most disgustingly voyeuristic and titillating pleasure of all and sundry. Some men had smirking looks of pity on their faces and there were others with blatant leering and whistling to show their excitement to see a half naked woman dressed like a prostitute. She was only too aware of the looks; the stares were burning into her skin as everyone hovered around her to catch a glimpse of her assets on display.
In the process, countless hands crawled over her body; groping her bum, arse, caressing her waist & flat tummy while most were crushing her breasts. The entire act seemed choreographed as if Purva was intuitively instigating the crowd to devour the fleshy charms of this class less slut of a whore.
In just a month?s time, her once virtuous cunt had become a free for all whore pussy. She knew she was uncomfortable but what freaked her out was how could she be so shamelessly horny and turned on in such a scary situation; her face flushed with shame thinking that she was in a filthy enclosed space in a semi naked state surrounded by at least five hundred men. Her luscious body was on display and she was continuously being rubbed and molested by strangers. Purva felt so horrified that she could subconsciously feel promising herself to not only give the best pleasure to Kapil and Sunil on their marriage and make them men for all that she is worth of, but she she would also dance to all the cheap Bhojpuri songs like one of those cheap item dancers and will do everything else and more, if she managed to get out of this train alive.
This realization immediately brought her attention to the fact that women, children and people with families started to leave the train compartment in disgust and sensing trouble. Disapproval from these poorest of low class women was evident in the way these women grimaced, flinched and snivelled to themselves whilst looking at her with contempt. Soon enough, she could not see any other woman in the entire bogie. Purva was really stuck now, she could see Ramu had climbed on to the top berth like a monkey. He opened his bag and took out a digital camera, aimed it at her, and was now taking in her discomfort, smiling to himself as unseen hands of a jostling crowd pushed, prodded and brushed against Purva?s slutty body. Purva couldn?t help but notice that Ramu?s camera looked pretty similar to the one that was used to record her gangbang by Pushkar and his gang in their hut the other night. She was running out of options, she had to think fast. Purva?s train of nervous thoughts reminded her of Ramu?s advice in the auto when he had told her to go with the flow, learn from the general compartment experience as well as enjoy all of it.
Purva was not too sure of how she was going to enjoy this experience but she knew that the consequences of not following Ramu?s advice could be fatal if the crowd got violent. So, she had no other option but to be comfortable, friendly and socialize with all the cheap men, be one among them, completely belong to them and talk to them in a way that will make them more lustful for her and then they will reveal their true colors. As it is, she didn?t have anything with her. The little cash she had carried was in Ramu?s bag and as she had been explained by Ramu in the auto, she was dependant on these people inside the general compartment for all types of things, so had to make sure to excite all the cheap hungry men and let them enjoy her. She knew that she was still feeling ashamed of her situation but the incidents with Sajid and his gang, her experiences with Ramu, Pushkar and his gang had made her so sexually alive, that her body was continuously buzzing with the thrill of it all, irrespective of the shame that accompanied her feelings of excitement. She had begun to understand that shame played a principal part of her excitement, the two opposing feelings going hand in hand. Each of the humiliating experiences she had been subjected to by these low class men was leading to a diminishing shame quotient in her personality. Purva realized the full extent of her submission and the humiliation at being displayed only caused her pussy to continue to moisten.
Ramu had made it amply clear to Purva that they were not related throughout the journey and he will have nothing to do with her. As the train compartment got crowded, Purva was getting sandwiched from all sides. The faceless crowd was molesting her from all sides and she could not do anything. She had already realized that Ramu had deceived her into thinking that she didn?t need to worry about consequences. But given the situation she was now in, she had no option but to give him a benefit of doubt and make sure that she obeyed Ramu?s instructions like a dutiful housewife as she struggled through the crowd to make sure that she was as close to Ramu as possible. She was scared like never before...She was in a truly dangerous situation and was hoping against hope for some hint or signal from Ramu about her next move that would at least make her experience less punishing if not less shameful. However, Ramu had now become pretty confident of his authority over Purva. He and his friend Pushkar had already poisoned this once virtuous maiden with their sexual prowess and had recorded the pleasures of her destruction for their perverted pleasures and were least bothered about who they shared the captured moments of her promiscuity with. Ramu had made Purva shed her inhibitions this far and was determined to further push her down towards her descent from a rich upper middleclass trophy housewife to a cheap full fledged prostitute by making her dance to his tunes on his beck and call.
Purva was dressed to bring any man?s lust into a state of rage and Ramu was certainly boiling with lust as he waited to see how Purva was going to react and handle the situation for the next 12-13 hours to save herself from so many low class men from raping her. He himself had assumed the role of a seasoned cameraman as she captured her discomforting predicament from the top berth. Purva had succeeded in following his leads by letting him record her helplessness from the top berth?s vantage point as she excited all the cheap hungry men by exposing her milky white body and letting them rub their bodies with hers in the crowded train. Stuck in this crowded train and surrounded by a mad crowd, she could rationalize that the only way for her to save herself from any physical contact was to enjoy the moment, not resist the gropes and make herself as easily available to anyone and everyone as possible. She knew that resistance was only going to make the experience mor harrowing; might as well enjoy the situation. Purva didn?t have money or anything else so was now dependant on the people inside the general compartment. She couldn't deny she didn't need the attention. Her slit was running with her juice, she was wiggling around in between the faceless crowd, quietly grimacing and snivelling to herself. Her clit was screaming; desperate for attention, her body twanging with pent up desire. Electricity coursed through her, connecting sexual organs, continually making her all too aware of what was required, sex sex and more sex please, thanks for asking.
She pondered on Ramu?s advice to just let things happen and to freely do and say whatever makes her horny.
As Purva rested her hip on a seat handle to her right, she accidentally touched a hand. So she stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. But the person looked at Purva in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of her ass. Even as she was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at her and then both seemed to look at her rock hard nipples tearing through her tank top. She looked towards Ramu imploringly for some cue but Ramu was intermittently looking at her and had a satisfied smirk on his face as he captured Purva?s battered expressions awaiting her body?s destruction by all these cheap men in the train.
Purva knew she was trapped. She knew most men in the compartment would be the same as the ones sitting to her right. She looked around with the hope for some help. The only other lady she could see in the compartment was standing a couple of meters ahead of her amongst a crowd full of men. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 3-4 inches shorter than Purva and very skinny. She slowly made an eye contact with the woman. She looked around with some difficulty. Purva looked at her with moist eyes and pointing towards the man behind her. She got the message Purva wanted her to know. But to her shock, the woman turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself further away and making her way out of the compartment. She did not want to get involved in this.
"God help me!" Purva screamed in her head. She was now the only woman in a train compartment; dressed to be fucked, surrounded by about 200-300 men of all ages, shoulder to shoulder, back to front, hand over hands. She tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as she felt a pair of hands on her waist preventing her movement. His hand came back up to the seat rod but instead of holding it, it cupped her breast. The other hand strayed around her ass and slowly moved to her hip. Purva stood still as the man?s hand turned around from her boobs and rested both his palms on her ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over her ass-cheeks. Purva gripped the vertical bar firmly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging her rear. As she turned her head to the left, the two men were still staring intently at her exposed navel and boobs covered in thin top. The little hope she had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along her rear and started giggling. As the man groped her from behind, they both knew she would not be able to resist for long.
Suddenly the train jerked hard and everyone lurched forward. That was when she felt something on her ass and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. Purva was careful not to raise any alarm. She knew it was not a hand. The man behind her was leaning over her and had put his entire weight on her. Purva tried to glance at the guy but realised she could not without turning her whole body towards him. Almost against her better judgement, she turned a little to her right. Purva looked back with some difficulty at the person. He looked back at her plainly as if nothing was going on. She felt the man?s hand reach for his cock and flattening it against his stomach so that he could rub his entire length against her ass crack. The man moved his pelvis to the right along with Purva and his cock had found the slot into her ass crack over her skirt.
The man was pushing Purva from behind and she could feel his long hard dick in her butt crack. Within no time, he was pushing his entire body?s weight on to Purva, and she had to lean forward pressing her boobs to the back of the man before her. Purva tried to balance herself but suddenly felt the hard rod giving another jerk from behind as she fell on the guy standing in front of her and her boobs got crushed on his back. Purva was so blank that she didn?t know if she was pretending or she actually was helpless. She knew that she didn?t have a choice and couldn?t do anything; not wanting to know what she would have done had she had the choice to get out of this situation. She had been in such situations in the past as well. Her mind was racing fast and she couldn?t help bemusing herself that she had reached the crescendo by travelling in a general compartment like a sleazy fifty rupee whore following her past experiences starting with Sajid and Rasul and then Ramu and his cousins and Pushkar and his gang of friends.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity the guy in front turned around facing Purva and started palming her boobs and having fun. Soon enough both the men gained confidence that she was helpless and was not going to raise alarm. Purva was holding onto the vertical handle bar and her grip on the handle tightened as the man behind her started running his hands over her flat belly. Very soon he was circling her belly button. She craned her neck towards Ramu and could see his excitement through the camera as he recorded Purva giving unimaginable pleasure to the unknown strangers.
Purva kept as much a straight face as possible but her heart skipped a beat when the man in front ran his fingers into her tight skirt. Purva bent further down in an effort to prevent him find his way into her panty-less love canal. She struggled to muffle her moans as she saw the wicked smile on the ugly man?s face and she pleaded him silently "Please don't do that?.
The man smirked wickedly in surprise as he touched her soft pubic hair and now knew she was not wearing panties. Purva?s wet pussy was already begging for more and with the man?s rock hard cock pointing right at the crack of her ass, she almost involuntarily gasped for breath and pushed her ass hard against his groin and that feeling drew her nuts. Whatever little resistance she could show had slowly turned into cooperation. By this time, he was humping her pretty hard but slow. Purva had always been a very sexed up woman and she knew that it was only a matter of time when the slut out of her will blow the last shreds of her modesty into smithereens.
Thankfully for Purva the man in front changed his mind and moved his hands away from her love mound. But soon he palmed her breasts and started to squeeze and maul her boobs. The men who till now had been pretending that things were happening because of no space, had now started doing it deliberately. After having played with her boobs for some time, he moved his hands away from Purva?s breasts slightly. But they came back again searching for her nipples over the top. His thumb and first two fingers started pinching her nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched Purva?s nipples so hard that she had to bite her lips to stop from screaming.
Soon enough, she felt a third hand on her right thigh and looked down. To her shock, it was the man sitting on her right. He had his hand running up and down her thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As she adjusted her vision out of the dull light in the train, she realized it was his erect dick in his hand. He was masturbating looking at her.
By now the sitting person had his hand under her skirt on her bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from her crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed her panty-less slit under her skirt. This made Purva weak on her knees and she was about to fall on the floor like a lifeless doll, but the man in front caught her entire body weight from her armpits and picked her up; in the process massaging and squeezing her boobs like he had done never before. Purva too was really horny from all the action. She hid her face into the man?s hairy chest as her body started to respond to his touch and her cunt started to get wetter.
Purva was holding on to the vertical and she could feel someone?s breath on her clean armpits. The man behind her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back further towards him. This made her lose her balance and she lost the grip of the handle she was holding and her entire weight fell on him. She felt his erection tighten on her ass. He seemed really hard. This man was about the same height as Purva. He now smelt her hair with deep breaths. He caught her long hair and swung it forward lightly and she fell on the guy at the front. It was almost as if both the men were playing badminton and she was the shuttle of their cocks. Both men were now openly giving Purva dry fucks.
Purva could not hold it anymore. She stole a quick glance and made eye contact with both the men at her front and the back. They looked right into one another?s eyes, mouths serious and a silent agreement was made ?let?s be grownups and just have some harmless fun!? As soon as Purva was back in position, the man sitting on her left brought ran his fingers into her skirt again and grabbed her dripping cunt under her tight skirt.
Here she was in a crowded general compartment of a passenger train with one man fondling her breasts hard and a rock hard cock rubbing against her ass and a hand finger fucking Purva. She lowered her raised left arm, moved a few inches away from the man in front and found the bulge of his cock.
The man behind started hump into her tight ass crack even harder and she pumped the man in front with her hand. His fingers were tweaking Purva?s nipples and as the guy sitting on her left fingered her clit, her pussy juices had begun to leak. At this moment she really did not care who was watching and who was not! Purva squirmed, gave out an audible moan and shuddered, cumming like no tomorrow. Seconds later, the man behind gave five to six hard pushes and came right in his pants.
But it was not long before her face ran ice cold as the bastard in front tried to outrage her further by trying to remove the straps of her top off her shoulders. Purva resisted a bit and silently thanked the man for understanding as he withdrew his hand.
But to her surprise the hand then caught hold of Purva's hand. So she looked to find what he wanted from her hand. Soon she found her fingers now touching his swollen cock head under his track pants, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before she could realize what was happening, he released his load on Purva?s fingers. He then guided her hand to her face. The man wanted Purva to lick it. But she turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on her cheeks. Purva tried to wipe it off with her shoulders turning it into a thin coat from her shoulder on to her tank top. Humiliated beyond belief, she saw a large rope of cum on her thighs and skirt from the man who was sitting on her left and finger fucking her. Ramu?s camera recorded the content look on the man?s face sitting quietly with his eyes closed with traces of cum outlining his greasy track pants as Purva wiped the gooey cum on her hand and thighs with her skirt trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
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Dressed in a completely transparent burkha and with a tray in her hand indicative of her romantic first night with mushtaq that was going to start mid day itself, Purva made her way to the room. She was helped by sajid and the teenager who walked her to the room as if following actual marriage and first night traditions. The tray had a bottle of old monk rum and an empty glass along with a razor that was going to be used to shave Purva's delicious mound, a tradition apparently followed before mushtaq embarks on a journey of savaging it. The rum was an actual aphrodisiac to the perverted and ever horny men in these areas, so it superseded milk that was a tradition for the mere mortals.
As Purva made way into her first night room, she was very sexually euphoric already. The apparent foreplay that sajid and his crew has planned for Purva had been working wonders on her pussy. Having to wear only a thin transparent burkha in front of the whole crowd while being married to mushtaq, an old slum dwelling construction worker that was older than her father had been nothing short of a surreal experience. Had her pussy and her hormones been that of a normal housewife that she was a few months ago, she would be terrified about such a thought. But things had progressed so fiercely fast, and here she was. There was probably a new word called Purva that needed to be coined and added to the dictionary for what she is right now, a slut/whore would be a severe understatement, she thought filthily about herself.
"Purva, hope you can be an ideal wife for mushtaq bhai. I wish to tell you that he might be a little rough and aggressive at times or even most of the times but you must understand his lust for you", sajid said to her as they neared the first night room.
" Of course sajid, I understand how he wants me and had I not acknowledged that I would not have been here!", said Purva with a sweet smile.
The door to the room was ajar, and so Purva got into it. Sajid and the teenager quietly signalled their thumbs up wishing a good start to her fuck life. Blushingly Purva smiled and closed the door marking the start of her 30 day marriage with mushtaq. Mushtaq was fast asleep on their love-making bed as he was under the influence of alcohol a while ago in the marriage ceremony. Looking at him sleeping like an innocent child brought a feeling of love and responsibility of a loving wife. Purva decided to be a true housewife to mushtaq and wanted to give him the best of pleasure and care at this age of his life. The way he fucked her like a whore showed how he lacked a pussy to enjoy and that was why sajid had chosen her to fill the void in mushtaq's life. Anyone who could read Purva's thoughts at that point would certainly attest to the perverted nature of Purva and how far she had been used and abused. But Purva was in her own rights enjoying the feeling immensely. At that moment she wanted to belong entirely to mushtaq and satisy each and every perverted desire and fetish of his new husband.
Placing the tray on the table alongside, Purva tapped lightly on mushtaq's shoulder to wake him up. After all her body was seeking love and rough treatment too. After a few more nugdes mushtaq finally woke up from his torpor and looked up to see the personification of lust standing in front of him shyly.
"Arre aa gayi tu meri Randi", mushtaq said with an ecstatic expression.
Purva unable to bear the shyness and erotica of the situation just stood there with her head down anticipative of the lust that she was going to be showered here on.
"Aaja meri goad me". Saying that mushtaq positioned Purva on his lap with both her legs close to each other having over mushtaq's thighs. He then looked her in the eye with the ultimate lust and finally rested them on her luscious boobs. As far as Purva could tell among countless men she had been with and bad been used by, their preference for Purva's intimate parts seemed to oscillate. Mushtaq had mostly been about her boobs. She felt that he loved the flesh of two inviting mumps and the beautiful pink nipples that looked like delicate and delicious cherries. If anything mushtaq's next action confirmed her judgement. Mushtaq tightly grabbed both her boobs with his hands and started pressing them roughly. He pinched her nipples slightly causing Purva to squeal with pleasure in his lap. Mushtaq passed a small laugh looking at how Purva was reacting to his sexual acts. He loved subjecting Purva to such things and then see her womanly reactions.
After spending a few minutes enjoying her boobs and nipples over the transparent burkha mushtaq then made her stand in front of her. Purva was getting hotter by the minute as evident in the juices flowing from her hairy pussy. Mushtaq then came forward and without saying anything initiated the task of removing the burkha. Purva just went with the flow which looked like the calm before the storm. She adjusted as required lifting her legs up to facilitate her shift from near nakedness to complete nakedness. Mushtaq removed the only article of clothing from her body and threw the burkha in the corner of the room. So there she was, Purva, standing in front of his new slum worker husband mushtaq without as much as a thread on her body, completely under his mercy. As Purva stood there with her head hung due to shyness and humiliation of being totally naked in front of a low class worker, mushtaq devoured the sight with all his raw sexual energy. He looked at her from top to toe many times careful to not miss even a mole of her ripe nudity. It was like her was taking her all in. Embracing her soul and the slut she is, like getting to know her in the most primal way. After devouring her ripe flesh for about 2 mins without saying a word, mushtaq finally said, "Lay down on the ground on your back".
Purva, still very shy immediately obeyed her husband's instructions and dropped herself to the ground. The cold, rough and untidy floor made her feel uncomfortable but she hardly minded it. These days if her pussy was leaking, it meant she did not care about anything else. Her pussy's happiness was her happiness. Mushtaq then took the razor and looked at Purva with a wry smile, indicating what he was going to do. Purva blushed at that and nodded her head on approval. Mushtaq then placed himself alongside Purva on the floor. He widened her legs to get a good view of her pussy first. Examining the specimen is always important before performing anything on it. " Garam ho gayi hai tu", said he indicating Purva's draining pussy and her wet thighs that shared the fluids on account of sitting on mushtaq's lap earlier. He then a spit on his fingers and rubbed it over Purva's hairy mound getting it ready for its first treatment of the day. Mushtaq then took the razor and after making sure Purva's legs were widened enough, started the noble act of making her pussy naked. Carefully with the skill of an artist mushtaq proceeded to slowly remove Purva's pubic hair on her pussy, the hair that she had grown over the last week in anticipation of her first night tradition. It was finally serving its purpose, she thought. It felt like every thing on Purva's body could be used as a means of sexual exploitation and satisfaction by these crazily perverted slummers. After about 5 mins of careful work mushtaq glowed with his achievement. Looking at his own handiwork that is Purva's bald pussy he smiled in sexual perversion and lust that waft over him. This beautiful little object was completely his for the next few days and he could do anything he wanted to do to it. He then ran both his hands all over the pussy as if to ascertain the beauty of his work embracing the lust that piece of flesh evoked in him.
Purva looked at her pussy and acknowledged his work while enjoying mushtaq's hands all over her pussy rubbing them roughly. Her pussy was leaking even more juices now as this seemed like an extended foreplay. She loved it when the slum guys executed such perverted acts on her apart from the usual destruction. It gave her much more kink. Dropping her head back down on the ground, Purva completely surrendered her nude entirety to mushtaq and let him do what he wanted with it.
After rubbing it thoroughly mushtaq then slapped her pussy a couple of times as if completing the process of activating Purva's pussy. As Purva squealed again in pleasure and pain, mushtaq proceeded to then eat it a little, prolonging the beautiful foreplay. He laid himself on the ground and for the next 10 mins. mushtaq slurped, spit, bited and ate her pussy in various ways. He also pinned down Purva's hands to the ground with his disallowing her to jiggle with excitement. Purva was beginning to feel the emotions and lust of both her and her husband getting richer and richer. He then proceeded to finger her helpless cunt with vigour slapping it occasionally with his other hand. After some time Purva shuddered with a thunderous orgasm, the first romantic one with her new husband. She was twisting and turning and beating like a crazy whore on the cheap untidy ground of a dilapidated whorehouse in the slums, in her first night with his slum worker husband. It was so surreal to Purva that she thought maybe this was all a dream. None of it was actually happening. It could not nastier.
After bringing her to her first orgasm mushtaq smiled and beamed at the sight of this urban housewife completely under his mercy fidgeting uncontrollably on the ground. He let her succumb to the sexual destruction and made himself a shot of rum to get himself ready for the next phase of his first night. Liquor got him very very horny and he would have more pleasure in fucking the cheap slut. After consuming a couple of shots while waiting for his lovely wife to recuperate from her first after marriage orgasm, mushtaq asked her, "Kaise lag rhi hai meri Randi?", slowly rubbing her moist vagina. "Achha lag rha hai mushtaq ji, bahut achha lag rha hai", Purva said beaming with sexual energy and the pleasure and love from mushtaq's rough treatment of her pussy. Mushtaq then proceeded to plant a deep kiss on Purva's lips licking her lips in utmost lust and delight. The cheap smell of the alcohol that emanated from mushtaq's mouth brought another sense of nastiness into the scenario and their tongues were beating and biting each others like snakes quarrelling. Mushtaq got himself naked and then continued eating Purva's lips some more time making sure to make love to all of her parts. He wanted this chapter of life to never end, he wanted this whore to be his forever and ever. Mushtaq was getting hornier by the second and in a fit of rage tightly slapped Purva on her face a couple of times. The expression on Purva's face brought their lusts into the fore even more as mushtaq started to rub and slap her cunt. Purva bit her lips unable to contain the sexual intensity of the situation. It seemed like traces of blood started to come out of her lips as a proof of their lust and their desires. "Mushtaq ji, please fuck me now, fuck me like I deserve it, fuck me like I am your whore...Please!", shouted Purva.
Mushtaq then sat over her thighs and rubbed his huge cock with his saliva. The view that Purva's pussy gave him serious concerns as to how we could destroy it. It seemed to him like he could never get satiated with its tenderness and beauty. It had already become pink with his treatment so far which made it look even more luscious. After slapping it a couple of times, mushtaq entered his cock into the beautiful entrance to Purva's soul. It was so inviting as a result of all the wetness it bad been subject that until then. With all his lust mushtaq began to hump the life out of Purva's pussy making her moan with excitement. Here she was being fucked like a true whore by a slum worker she had met just a couple of weeks back. It was true that even the cheapest of prostitutes that worked in salim's garage did not let their clients fuck them on the ground. They always provided their services on the bed. But Purva, being the absolute whore she was had no objections whatsoever as mushtaq continued to fuck her with an animalistic desire. She was thoroughly enjoying every moment of destruction.
As the intense sex session continued, mushtaq slept over Purva completely transferring his weight on to her crushing her body on the ground and fucked her cunt with deep strokes. His lust for her was unprecedented as he began to lick Purva's sweaty shaved armpits as he continued to rape her pussy. The sight was so steamy as the two fucked each other like horny rabbits on the cheap untidy floor of the whorehouse. "Randi tu kamaal hai, tu kamaal hai" repeated mushtaq incessantly as his inebriated self was experiencing heavenly feelings while fucking this gorgeous urban slut who was now completely his. The liquor brought out more lust and desire and made him enjoy the sensations even more. It was like he was out of this world, after having consumed a drug prescribed by aliens.
The fucking continued as mushtaq seemed to be unstoppable. For a man his age and his lifestyle, Purva would not have thought of having such an extended intense session with mushtaq but clearly she was surprised. Of course she did not have the chance to realize it while she was being savaged. She could only feel the euphoric pleasure that she was being given by his lover. His cock was reaching and poking inside her body to greater and greater depths as she was fucked the living daylights out of her. She was moaning unstoppable and even screaming sometimes unable to contain the lust and pleasure. "Behenchod tere ko mai pura din chodunga", she heard as his lover continued to hump her helpless cunt.
Finally after some time, mushtaq began to shudder and Purva began to feel the change deep inside her pussy. She felt the warmth of his semen as mushtaq began to slow down with his humping. The old man had finally cum into his dear wife's cunt after fucking it ferociously with all his lust. "Pagal kar degi mujhe", he muttered to her breathlessly as he collapsed onto Purva's body. Still insatiable completely, mushtaq licked Purva's face in lust as he still stroked Purva's pussy slowly with his limp dick depositing all of the cum inside her. After a while as both of them regained their breaths, " Randi tereko itna chodunga main roz tere ko, kaisa maza aaya tereko", said mushtaq as he slided over beside her. "Mushtaq ji, ab main aap ki hu, aap jitna jaisa chahiye waise mujhe pyaar do, aaj toh main bhut khush hu ki mein aap ki bani hu". Saying that Purva moved closer to his husband and lay her head on his shoulder. Mushtaq kissed her on her cheek and both of them moved to the bed to take a short nap to revitalize themselves ahead of the next session. Both slept like bunnies with mushtaq tightly grabbing his wife and her boobs. He could not even imagine how lucky he was to have someone like Purva as his wife next to him on his bed. It was certainly something that he did not imagine all through his 65 years of his life. As Purva immediately drifted to sleep mushtaq tightened his hold on her boobs feeling his wife's nipples more thoroughly and went to sleep.
Mushtaq opened his eyes. It took him a while to realize where he was. Due to the intense fucking session and the liquor, Mushtaq was in quite a daze before he dozed off. The feeling of the object in his hands made him realize where he was. Once it dawned upon him, he realized just how happy he was right then; a satisfied smile passed his lips. He tightened his grip on his wife's luscious boobs that were already enclosed tightly in his palms. It seemed like Purva had gotten really tired with the rough treatment Mushtaq had given to her parts, she deserved some sleep he thought.
As she still slept like a log, Mushtaq kissed her on her cheek and got up from the bed to switch the light on. The sight that he saw on the bed was remarkable. A rich urban and once pristine housewife lay there buck naked on the bed of a whorehouse as his wife. Life could not get better than that he thought. Mushtaq slowly made her change her position such that she was sleeping on her back. He then spread her legs apart to get a good view of her pussy. It was truly a beautiful sight to watch his dear wife sleep like that like a baby, literally. He then made himself a shot of rum and consumed it while leering at his wife's pussy. It had resumed its soft texture from its pink-red color after Mushtaq had slapped it a couple of times. Such was the beauty of Purva's pussy he thought, it looked sexy and inviting to him whether it was beaten, or treated with respect, loved, or lusted at.
Not wanting to wake up his darling wife from her deep sleep, Mushtaq spent a few more minutes just savouring Purva's luscious pussy and in the meantime downed another 30ml of rum. He was starting to get high again, and that meant he was getting horny again. But now was not the time. He had to take Purva to his home where they could start their married life. He planned to fuck her badly again at night at his home. With the plan to have a good rough session at night Mushtaq checked what time it was. It was already 8pm so Mushtaq thought it was best to have dinner there in the garage itself, so Purva could take rest from cooking today. She would then be fully free to satisfy his husband. So Mushtaq dressed himself and went out to get some dinner for him and his wife. In the little hotel nearby, Mushtaq was congratulated by one and all on his new marriage. Most of them had been in the marriage anyway, so they all had gotten to see Purva in her transparent burkha. But most of all, Mushtaq had a good ego boost, as he knew everyone in the slum knew how badly they wanted to fuck Purva.
Mushtaq and Purva had their dinner in the garage itself with the food that Mushtaq bought from the hotel. He explained to her that they would be moving to his home today night so that they could comfortably start their married life as soon as possible. Purva readily agreed. After dinner, Purva wore her transparent burkha as they collected all of Purva's gifts that were given to her by the guests of the marriage - her razor, the lockets for the kamarband, the body oil and the contraceptive pills along with the remaining rum and got into an auto. While in the auto Mushtaq got hold of Purva's waist and said, "Purva, I have some rules that I wish you to follow as my wife". "Sure Mushtaq ji, what kind of rules?", said Purva. Mushtaq then outlined all the rules that defined how Purva conducted herself in the role of Mushtaq's wife. Hearing them made her realize how badly Mushtaq wanted to enjoy the time while she was Mushtaq's wife. She knew Mushtaq wanted to make the most of this opportunity and his intentions were clear from the what rules he had defined for Purva. He wanted to completely use her and make her his true whore subjecting her to all of his perverted desires and fetishes. Some rules that he had defined were even surprising to her as they indicated his perverted desires that were probably unquenched since he had developed them. Purva felt very happy and privileged even to have been the chosen one to satisfy Mushtaq's weird desires. She was excited to embark on her after-marriage ceremony, and she was so happy to have taken this decision of becoming Mushtaq's wife.
After about 10 mins. they reached Mushtaq's place. Once at the door, Mushtaq said to Purva, "Burkha utar ke de de mujhe". and that's where the one of the rules that Mushtaq had laid down was being employed. Irrespective of anything, Mushtaq demanded that Purva always remained naked when she was in the house. She was not allowed to wear anything when in the house, not that she had anything else to wear other than the transparent burkha anyway. But that was that. There was not much crowd outside anyway, so Purva readily removed the burkha and handed it over to Mushtaq who then hung the burkha on the rope that was tied across the length of his house to dry wet clothes. Mushtaq then unlocked the door and the husband and his naked wife entered the house. "Kaisa hai mera ghar randi?", said Mushtaq as he closed the door behind him and grabbed his wife right butt cheek. "Achha hai Mushtaq ji", said Purva.
The house was a brick one in contrast to most of the houses that she had seen in the slums. It seemed like this part of the slums was slightly better. It was still a small one, with just a room. But it also had a small extension that served as a kitchen and Purva was happy for that. It also had a bathroom/toilet inside so it was probably even more than she had expected in her new house. Purva and Mushtaq refreshed themselves and got themselves ready for their sex session of the night. They hadn't really planned it or anything, but of course Purva knew Mushtaq was going to fuck her once before they slept again anyway. After about 5 mins. the bunnies got back to work. The room housed a bed that was big enough for both of them and they both made love to each other with the same intensity as their first night sex in the afternoon. The rough fucking that Purva was subjected to in her new house gave strange sensations in her. She felt like she never wanted this to end. The feelings were so perverted and cheap that she loved how dirty she was. She was a skank, a whore, a slut, a damsel for the low-class, a purva. As they made love intensely and drifted to sleep, the night had finally settled.
The next morning Purva woke up first. She was completely enclosed in Mushtaq's wraps as he held her boobs in his hands tightly and his legs were completely over her torso. Purva loved how Mushtaq wanted her and she felt as womanly as possible. It seemed like she was hungover from the rough treatment she was given by her new hubby. Managing to get out of his clutches Purva got out of the bed and wandered into the kitchen. She looked for something to prepare breakfast, and found out she could make some rotis. She wanted to brush her teeth, but one of the rules prevented her from doing that right then. She had to wait till Mushtaq was up, and so she simply washed her face, did her daily chores and got started on preparing the rotis.
After about half an hour, Mushtaq got up from his sleep. He realized Purva not beside him and heard sounds coming from the kitchen. "Randi, uth gaya hu mein, aaja...", he shouted. Purva immediately stopped with working on the rotis and got two glasses out. In one she filled it with warm milk that she had prepared and in the other, she filled it with water. She put both of them on a tray and made way into the living room to Mushtaq. "Waah, kya lag rhi hai randi, aaja, yahan rakh de aur neeche baith ja gutno pe". Indeed one of the daily rituals was just getting started. Purva placed the tray beside the bed and then as instructed by his husband, kneeled down on the ground infront of Mushtaq. "Haath peeche rakh, haath aage dikhni hi nhi chahiye...", said Mushtaq as Purva readily complied folding her hands on her back. Mushtaq then pulled her towards him as Purva opened her mouth in anticipation of her snack. With the utmost lust in his eyes Mushtaq passed a happy smile as he inserted his cock into his wife's mouth and started to hump it.
Every morning, Purva was told to wait on her husband. The first thing that she would be taking in her mouth every morning would be her dear husband's cock, and following that, the first thing that would go into her stomach would be her dear husband's cum, and until then Purva was not allowed to eat anything. "Mein tera doodh peeyunga, aur tu meri dood peeyegi", Mushtaq had told her triumphantly while outlining the rules for her. Mushtaq happily fucked his wife's mouth drinking milk and Purva sat on her knees sucking his husband's cock. It was a kinky morning ritual to say the least. She loved how humiliatingly perverted it was, and loved how Mushtaq had come up with such ideas to humiliate and degrade her to the core. Mushtaq sat there drinking the warm milk as Purva continued to suck his cock with her hands behind her back like an obedient student following her teacher's instructions. She had taken an oath to serve her hubby to the fullest extent and rightly so, she was certainly up to the mark. As Purva continued to suck her husband's cock, Mushtaq finished the milk in his glass. He signalled Purva to stop sucking and once he had downed all the milk, he asked her to open her mouth. Mushtaq then gargled spit deep from his throat and then spit a good large globule right inside Purva's mouth and then shoved his cock inside her mouth again. That was so demeaning and humiliating to Purva and she felt cheaper with his husband's act. It was so cruel, humiliating, dirty and sexy all at the same time. Mushtaq then grabbed Purva's head from behind and started to deep throat her. The sounds that Purva was making as he fucked her throat made him hornier as he started to go deeper and rougher. "Pura le randi, pura le...", he mumbled as his breath quickened with each stroke and went deeper with each stroke. Purva was gagging quite a bit as the mixture of her saliva and Mushtaq's precum dripped to the floor. On the few occasions when Purva tried to adjust herself with her hands, Mushtaq would tightly slap her hands away. He loved it when she looked helpless and docile offering no resistance as he pervertedly fucked her beautiful fresh mouth. After what seemed like 10 mins of rough face fucking, Mushtaq finally cum inside Purva's mouth. "Yeh le, tere liye hi", he said as he instructed Purva to drink all of him cum. Once she was done swallowing all of his cum, Mushtaq asked her to open her mouth again and spit another couple of times into her mouth. She was instructed to gargle the spit first and then swallow it to mark and end to that day's daily ritual. "Badhiya randi hai tu Purva, ek dum first class", he said to her tapping on her cheek in mark of appreciation. Purva, with her face completely filled with happy tears from mushtaq's rough face fucking thanked her husband. While in the same subservient position, Purva told her husband, "aap ke lie roti banayi hu Mushtaq ji, brush kar ke kha lijiye". Mushtaq passed a smile and kissed his loving wife on her forehead. He then said, "thik hai, mere brush karne ke baad tu bhi kar le...". That reminded Purva of her third rule in the house. It was already decided by the community during the marriage that Mushtaq and Purva would be sharing everything metaphorically equivalent to their life as a married couple. Mushtaq had thus instructed Purva that she would have to brush her teeth every morning after Mushtaq did and to do so she would have to use the same brush. It was something that Purva found very nasty and magnified how perverted Mushtaq was and how degradingly dirty he wanted to treat her.
Also, Mushtaq had instructed Purva that she was not allowed to take a bath everyday. He declared that he wanted his wife to possess her "natural aroma" or "swachh sugandh" as he called it. Adding to the philosophy of naturality, he also demanded that Purva grew her armpit hair. He said he wanted to see his wife with bushy armpits. He said he had always imagined the rich busty urban housewives in their most primal form and so upon discussion with his comrades he and the crew had come up with such ideas to execute on Purva. So that meant that while Purva's pussy would be frequently trimmed to make it bald, she would be growing her armpit hair. Imaging herself in such a state made Purva realize how nasty she would look. Mushtaq surely wanted to make her a shameless whore she thought. On account of that, Mushtaq said that he would regularly check for the growth of her pubic hair. He also said that he believed sweat would induce growth of armpit hair and so Purva would not have a bath until he instructed her to do so. If anything she could just wash her pussy if required but that too only after his permission.
After Mushtaq brushed his teeth, he instructed Purva to do so, with the same brush. Purva was as ready and happy as ever to obey her husband's commands. After denying Purva to take a bath, Purva got the breakfast ready and both of them had a hearty breakfast. Things were just getting started and Purva was a happy fuck piece and a loyal, committed housewife.
After having a couple of rotis for breakfast, mushtaq proceeded to complete his daily chores and take a bath while Purva cleaned the dishes and swept the living room clean. Since mushtaq had lived alone in the house the living room was quite messy and so Purva made it a point to make everything look orderly in her new home. Purva realized that there was too much sunlight coming into the house through the window and made it a point to later talk to mushtaq to do something about it.
Mushtaq dressed himself in a lungi and a shirt and the happy couple spent some time watching the TV on the bed as mushtaq had a good time enjoying his wife's private parts. His right hand fondled with her tits and his left hand was rubbing her pussy as he passionately kissed his wife. Mushtaq had never thought he would be so lucky to have a woman like Purva with him on his bed in his cheap house ready to offer her anything to him. Purva too immensely enjoyed the attention he was getting. She was very happy to satisfy this old man's desires and be a lustful object and source of utmost pleasure for the slum dwelling construction worker.
"Mushtaq ji, yahan se bahut roshni aati hai, aur bahar logon ko bhi mein nangi dikh jaungi, iska kuch karo na", she said when mushtaq momentarily moved his mouth from her lips to her tits.
" Iska kya kare Randi rehne do na...bahar logon ko tum nangi dikhe to achha hai na, khush rakho unhe bhi...', he said with a wry smile, going back to chewing Purva's nipples.
"Arre mushtaq ji, par itni toh dhoop nikal ke aati hai isse...koi pardah lagao na"
"Pardah toh kuch nhi hai...ek kaam kar sakta hu tere liye...tu toh waise bhi burkha nhi pehenti na andar, toh main Tera burkha Hi laga deta hu yahan, bahar jab nikalte hai toh leke pehen lena tum, kyun?"
With no other option, Purva agreed to mushtaq's suggestion as he brought Purva's transparent burkha and hung it two fold on the window to mitigate the heat. The couple spent some more time on the bed watching the TV as mushtaq had fun with Purva's ripe naked body. In the midst of their fun, mushtaq got a call on his mobile.
"Haan sajid, Kaise ho?", mushtaq spoke into the phone.
"Achha khush khabri hai, mai badhiya hu yaar Purva ki maze le rha hu", he said as he winked at his wife continuing to maul her boobs. Purva blushed at how mushtaq cheaply expressed her love life to sajid.
"Haan haan kyun nahi, aa jao. Khoob masti marenge, patte bhi leke aana, bahut din ho gaye khelke", mushtaq continued on the phone.
After a few more words, mushtaq passed the phone to Purva.
"Hello sajid, Kaise ho?", she said as mushtaq continued to enjoy her parts much to Purva's embarrassment. It felt so cheap to Purva as she spoke to sajid trying to suppress her moans to mushtaq's naughty and cheap acts.
" Mein badhiya hu bhabhi, kaisa rha aap ka suhaag raat? Maza aaya?", asked sajid.
Purva blushingly replied, "haan sajid, bahut achha rha" trying to sound nonchalant despite of mushtaq fingering her cunt with increased pace.
"Mushtaq bhai ko bahut khushi mil rhi hogi Teri wajah se...Tera awaaz sunn ke lag rha hai abhi bhi Tera achha khaasa mazaa le rha hai, hahaha", said sajid with a mocking laughter.
"Arre sajid, rehne do na...", said Purva trying to contain the embarrassment.
"Hahaha achha suno bhabhi, aaj hum tumhare ghar aayenge...mushtaq bhai aur Tera shaadi mana ne ke liye...tum kahin mat jaana"
"Haan sajid, zaroor aayiye"
"Aur haan tumhare shaadi ke CDs bhi launga...tere saath baith ke dekhne me alag Hi mazaa aayega hum sab ko"
"Haha thik hai sajid, intezaar karungi aap ki, aap ke saath aur kaun aane wale hai?", Purva asked.
"Arre bhabhi, zyaada nhi bass 3-4 log honge khul milke, hum sab mushtaq bhai ke saath daaru peeke kaafi din ho gaye...aur yeh logon ne tumhe bhi nhi dekha...toh socha aaj plan bana hi leta hu, kyun?"
"Achha, thik hai", said Purva.
Upon mushtaq's instruction, Purva further asked "khana me aap logon ke liye kya banau?
" Khane me...waise toh bhabhi tere ko Khane me bahut mazaa aayega, par mushtaq bhai maar denge humhe, toh phir kuch achha murga bana do na, daaru ke saath badhiya rahega", said sajid.
Purva passed a shy jovial laugh to sajid's words and said, "thik hai sajid...kitne baje tak aane wale ho?"
"Hum bhabhi 5 baje tak pahunch jayenge, chalo ab mein rakta hu, disturb kar ne ke liye maaf kar lo, Hahaha", saying that sajid cut the call.
Purva and Mushtaq then got back to their romantic session. Mushtaq made Purva fold her hands behind her back on the bed and spread her legs wide. He then slapped Purva's wet pussy a couple of times roughly making Purva wriggle with pain and pleasure. He bore a triumphant smile on his perverted face as he loved the sight of the urban high class shameless slut withered in his hands like a whore on his bed completely naked. He had done it so many times by now, but he loved to treat Purva roughly, degrading her to nothing but a skanky whore. Seeing Purva in such a helpless state made him go mad with lust as he slapped her pussy a few more times making it obtain its familiar pinkish tinge. "ouchhh ahhh ahhhh mushtaq ji...!", was all Purva would repeatedly scream as she enjoyed her husband's rough treatment of her pussy in the middle of the day. With the lust of a mad man, mushtaq then shut Purva's mouth tightly with his fist not before spitting a couple of globules into her mouth. Pinning her to the bed, he then widened her legs even more and then after slapping her helpless cunt a few more times proceeded to finger fuck it. "Randi hai tu bhenchod, do rupayee ki Randi hai tu...", he continued to exclaim as mushtaq went crazy with love and lust for his newly wed wife. As the fingering continued to increase in intensity, Purva was starting to really go into her familiar euphoric state. The feeling that made her the cheap characterless whore that she became. Every time she felt it, she was out of this world, it always felt the best regardless how similarly demeaning and destructing she had been treated the previous times. Only occasionally allowing her to breathe, mushtaq would remove the hand over her mouth only to slap her on the face as he continued to destroy Purva's pussy. His fingers fiercely moved in and out of her love pot demonstrating how deeply he loved her. Finally after about 2 mins of rough finger fucking, Purva began to become speechless. Her sexual euphoria was reaching its peeks as tears flowed unstoppably from her eyes. She started to shake violently on the bed and had a thunderous orgasm that lasted about 30 seconds. It was so good that Purva started to go crazy with lust biting her lips signalling mushtaq to not stop it. Mushtaq slapped her beautiful cunt repeatedly as he had the time of life completely destroying his whore wife's bald savaged pussy. Finally, Purva's pussy seemed to get satiated as she began to speak. "Mushtaq ji mein aap ki Randi hu", was what she chose. Mushtaq kissed her tightly on her lips and left her on the bed as Purva drifted into a satisfied torpor with her legs spread wide. Looking at his dear wife's pussy in such a state made him go made with lust again. It was beautifully and deliciously red after being subjected to mushtaq's beastly lust. He made it a point to later apply some oil on the tender love pot of his wife though he loved the way it looked.
After a while Purva got up from her short nap. She did not know when she had passed out, only remembering how roughly she was loved by her husband. "Uth gayi meri Randi?", she heard from the other side as she saw her husband sitting on the floor watching TV. He proceeded to kiss her gently fondling her boobs. "Achha laga tujhe?", he asked her referring to how he destroyed her pussy earlier. "Haan mushtaq ji, bahut achha laga...", she said her hand inadvertently reaching her vagina to estimate its health. "Tera bhosda bahut kamal ki cheez hai Randi...usko dekh ke mein pagal ho jata hu...aur usko rape kar deta hu...", said mushtaq pinching her tits. "Mushtaq ji, aap se ek baat kahu?, please bura mat maanna", said Purva with a genuine concern on her face. Mushtaq got up and sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair lovingly, "kya hua meri raand?". "Mushtaq ji, jab aap mere saath yeh sab karte ho, mujhe bahut mazaa aata hai, lekin mujhe yeh darr bhi hota hai ki kahin aap mujhe chot na de". Mushtaq could see the concern that Purva had. True that he loved to treat her like a sex object doing all kinds of nasty and rough things to her, but he never intended to hurt her. It was all just unadulterated lust and perverted love that he had for Purva. He did not want his loving wife to feel threatened due to his sexual perversion and the way he expressed his carnal desires to her. "Arre meri pyari Randi, tere ko mein kabhi chot nhi dunga...kabhi bhi...mein tujhe bahut chahta hu...bahut zyaada. Tujhe aise nangi dekh kar soch le ki koi bhi mard ka khada ho jata hai aur woh tero ko kuch bhi karne lag jayega...par tujhe chot dena ka maksad kisi ka nhi hoga samjhi?". Saying that mushtaq gently squeezed Purva's boobs and kissed her on her lips passionately. Purva felt pleasantly surprised at her husbands kind and compassionate words as they lived in their romantic moment french kissing each other as the time stood still.
After they broke away their kiss, mushtaq said, "Aaja, tere chut ko bahut dard hua hoga, uspe thoda tel ki maalish kar deta hu". Saying so he made Purva sleep on the ground on her back and spread her legs wide. He then sat in between them comfortably and took the oil that Purva was gifted by one of the guests. He then poured some of it on his wife's tender pussy and began to gently massage it. The coolness of the oil and her husband's loving hands brought great relief to Purva and her pussy. She was very pleased and happy, surprized slightly even with how mushtaq had expressed his care towards her. "Mushtaq ji aap bahut pyaare ho", she said with a sweet smile on her face. Mushtaq reciprocated as he continued to massage his wife's love pot with the oil. "Ab sahi lag rha hai tera bhosda, randi?", he asked to which purva politely nodded with a smile. He further added, "achha hua iska koi sugandh nhi hota nhi toh iss wajah se tera swachh sugandh kharab ho jata...". After massaging it for about 10-15 mins more, Purva and mushtaq shared another romantic kiss. Mushtaq urged Purva that he massage her some more time so that she felt even better. "Arre meri raand thoda aur karwa le, achha lagega bhosda ko...", but it was already 12 pm and Purva explained that she had not prepared anything for lunch. It would take her an hour at least to cook their lunch and she reasoned that since they were also expecting guests she better make it fast to fit in the schedule. "Raat ko wapas kar Lena mushtaq ji...", she said and after one more passionate french kiss Purva proceeded to the kitchen to get started on preparing their lunch with her pussy all oiled up. Mushtaq could not help but watch her sexy slutty wife walk away with her curvy ass swaying seductively. "I have got to rape that thing too", he thought to himself.
"Achha suno mushtaq ji, yahan murga kahan milega?", she shouted across to her husband in the living room from the kitchen.
"Murga? Kyun?", asked Mushtaq.
"Arre aap ke doston ke liye...shaam ko..."
"Achha unke liye...yahan pe milta hai paas me...par woh achha nhi hota hai...thoda door hai par market jayenge...wahan pe kaafi saare dukaan hote hai murga wale...aur saste me bhi mil jata hai...tujhe mein le chalunga cycle pe Khane ke baad.."
"Thik hai ji...", Purva said as she got back to her cooking.
In the hallway mushtaq adjusted his thickening groin as he imagined Purva walking in the crowded market with nothing but her transparent burkha bargaining with the chicken vendors as the entire crowd had the time of their lives witnessing the sight of an urban lady wearing a sleazy completely see through burkha with all her assets on display. It was truly surreal to say the least. It was going to be a sight worth remembering for a lifetime he thought as the smell of freshly cooked vegetables emanated from the kitchen. Purva was easily the best thing that happened to all of the slums and especially to himself, thought mushtaq naughtily as he caught the site of his gorgeous whore wife toiling in the kitchen to make their lunch completely naked and sweat running through her luscious body parts. In the light that accentuated her nude and busty figure her oiled pussy looked like a gem as it shone through the light. Mushtaq couldn't believe it was all happening to him. It felt to him like he was the luckiest man on earth.
Purva cooked a good lunch comprising of rotis, rice and dal. Mushtaq had expressed that he had never had such a good meal in a long time after his wife had run away from him years ago. Purva felt very happy that she could bring happiness to her slum worker husband's life. She indeed loved the kinky feeling of being the ultimate source of joy, lust and comfort for the old slum construction worker. Purva sat on the ground to eat her lunch so as to not spoil the bed with the oil on her pussy while mushtaq sat on the bed and consumed his delicious meal. While Purva watched the tv, mushtaq had a good time watching his wife's oiled pussy that was completely open to his view. He loved how shameless Purva was in his presence as she sat with her legs crossed over giving a perfect view of her bald juicy oily pussy. Purva too knew that mushtaq had been immensely enjoying the view that she presented to him with her vagina completely exposed to her dear husband. She of course loved to show her naked ripeness to him and enjoyed the perverted gazes of her husband. The two finished their delicious lunch as Purva went to do her daily chores once more. "Randi ek ipill le le...roz khana ke baad ek tablet le na", he instructed her. Purva immediately obeyed her husband's order as she popped an ipill gifted to her by one of the guests in her marriage to mitigate any chances of pregnancy.
After spending some time together on the bed romancing each other, mushtaq declared, "chal Randi market chalte hai...". Purva, already incessantly wet in her pussy since her marriage just felt tingling in her pussy as she realized how in a short while she was going to be exposed to the slum market in her filthy transparent burkha. Added to it was the fact that she all flimsy and sleazy having not taken a bath and having been subjected to the roughest treatment by her husband. Her pussy was still oily after her husband's gentle massage. It was still tinging with pain from her husband's demolishing treatment a while ago, but she loved the feeling it incited in her. She for a second thought about washing her pussy but rejected it after realizing how naughty it made her feel. If anything she felt excited that she was going to be nude infront of the cheapest crowd with an oily pussy after it had been destroyed by her husband. Purva had anyway known that once after marriage all of these would be common occurrence given how perverted mushtaq was and it thrilled her more and more how she would be objectified as a sex pot to all and sundry once in the filthy market.
Purva wore the transparent burkha that was acting as a makeshift curtain to prevent the heat and the couple got out of the house. Mushtaq made Purva sit at the front of the cycle as they started their journey to the market. As the crowd looked on, Purva felt very shy and kinkily humiliated with the situation she was in. It was certainly one of the most erotic things one might get to see in real life she thought as she was paraded on the cycle for one and all to see her naked flesh only facaded by a thin transparent burkha that showed off all her lovely assets. As mushtaq cycled her through he dirty bylanes of the slums, she heard whistles and cat calls. Mushtaq was quite a known figure around here and so almost everyone knew about his marriage to the urban slut. He was being congratulated and showered blessings as all of them intently gazed at Purva's exposed ripeness. Finally after about 15 mins. of clycling they reached the market and the sight that lay ahead of her made Purva weak in her knees. The market was as sleazy as it could be with people bustling loudly. It was buzzing with all kinds of noises, some of sellers shouting the prices of their goods, some of the customers bargaining. It was crowded even at 3 pm in the afternoon. As they made way into the market, Purva realized what she was getting into. It seemed like the entire crowd was there just to watch her nude. She could feel gazes from every nook and corner as mushtaq designated Purva as his property by tightly grabbing her waist. It was certainly so humiliating and erotic for Purva. "Aaja meri raand", he said as they walked into the market with mushtaqs hand tightly wrapped over Purva's waist.
As Purva was paraded through the noisy crowd, she could feel the dirty crowd trying to feel her up. He fact that all of her body was out in the open made her oily pussy drain with juices. As she saw people approaching her from all sides pervertedly gazing at her private parts she felt a tinge of shyness of a married woman. It was true that she was mushtaqs wife, but the fact that she was everyone lust object made her feel nastily happy. Mushtaq on the other hand was enjoying the situation to the fullest as he observed how all kinds of men were ogling at Purva's exposed ripe nude body. He loved how people would rape her then and there had it not been for him. He could see the lust in their eyes as they licked their lips looking at Purva's naked body parts. All of this happening in a smelly market in the slums was bringing them newer levels of pleasure.
After walking for some more while showing Purva off to the crowd in her stinky transparent burkha, they finally stopped at a chicken shop. "Assalam walekum" nazir bhai said mushtaq to the guy who had been busy chopping chicken. "Arre mushtaq bhai, assalam walekum", he said and then his eyes transfixed on Purva. Without a doubt that was probably the nastiest lust gaze Purva had ever seen. Nazir was dressed in a lungi and a banyan and a Muslim cap over his head. His teeth was stained with pan as she could see with his mouth wide open in awe and lust looking at Purva's ripe nude body. He intently gazed at Purva's exposed boobs and bald pussy which had by now developed a visible patch of wetness and oil infront on the burkha. " Mushtaq bhai, yeh hai na teri biwi, kya gajab maal hai yaar", he said continuing to gaze at her pussy and boobs. Purva was feeling as humiliated as she possibly could as the crowd stood on all her sides intently watching all of her nudity. It was as if all of her natural body processes could be known to the crowd. Every biological process of hers was out in the open. Mushtaq was very happy and pervertedly euphoric at nazir's words. "Dhanyawaad nazir bhai", he said.
Purva was feeling her dampness in her pussy get even more thicker as the crowd watched and made comments of their own. She could hear lewd murmurs from the men and feelings of disgust from the women present. It was turning her on crazily. Upon mushtaq's urging Purva asked for a price of the chicken. "Bhayya yeh murga kitne ki hai?".
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