The next morning, as her daily routine, Shano stood in the doorway waving goodbye to her husband Shahbaz as he drove off to work. Shahbaz still didn't have the slightest doubt that his wife was cheating on him. She was dressed in a pink prayer dress called a Mukena in which she looked like a proper, devout, religious wife. Looking at her in this attire even the devil would say that she has never committed a sin like infidelity.
As soon as Shahbaz's car turned the corner, she locked the door and went back inside where Ramu was waiting for her in the living room with a smirk on his face. "Come to the bedroom," he said. Shano followed him to her martial bed, the same bed she shared with Shahbaz for the past 37 years and now she shared it with her Hindu servant. Ramu took off his clothes, his strong, short, dark skinned body ready. Shano bit her lip and took off her Mukena and then her bra and panties and stood naked infront of Ramu. Her big heavy 36F boobs hung free and her toned waist shining in the morning sunlight.
Without wasting any time, they both fell onto the bed and kissed each other deeply. Shano sucked his tongue and kissed him back, hating how much she wanted him. She raised one of Ramu's arms and sniffed his armpits and said "Oh fuck, why am I in love with you, ahhh" and licked his hairy armpits. Ramu pressed her boobs and licked her nipples and Shano fingered her own cunt and squirted. Ramu sucked her boobs hard, milk coming out again like before. "Drink it all, you dirty boy," Shano whispered, pulling his head closer.
While Ramu was sucking her boobs, Shano's pussy became wet. She pulled his head away and begged while panting, "FUCK MY PUSSY NOW, I NEED THAT BIG BLACK COCK IN MY PUSSY NOW, PLEASE ITS WET". Ramu got out of the bed as he pretending to leave, he smirked and said "Oh Shano begum, feels so good to see you begging. But my cock isn't long and hard enough that would satisfy your thirsty pussy".
Without any wait or hesitation Shano quickly got out of the bed too and crawled on her knees to Ramu, "please wait, please Ramu, don't leave your Muslim slut hungry for your cock" Shano said loudly and began sucking his flaccid cock. She sucked it and licked like a popsicle and within a few seconds Ramu's dark cock was rock hard. As Shano was sucking his cock, without a warning Ramu held her head and pushed it completely towards cock deepthroating her. Shano gagged and couldn't breathe, she patted his thighs repeatedly trying to tell him to release her. But Ramu didn't leave her until his cock was covered with her mucus. He released her and Shano breathed heavily. Her whole face was covered in her own mucus.
Ramu ordered her to wear a hijab if she wanted his cock in her cunt. Like a proper bimbo Shano stood up, went to her closet and came out wearing her best Hijab while her whole body was naked. This was the same Shano who until 2 weeks ago used to shout at Ramu for not working properly and was discriminatory to him because of his religion and caste. Soon they both fell on the bed again, Ramu quickly inserted his fully erect cock in her pussy. Shano wrapped her long legs around his short body, moaning loud "Fuck me... oh God, your cock is so big...Oh FUCK..I love this fucking cock..Oh Allah." She came twice before he cummed in her mouth. They slept naked, tangled in the sheets for hours.
In the evening, Shano woke up first. She panicked, 'Shahbaz would be home soon'. Quickly she cleaned everything: changed the sheets, wiped the floors, sprayed air freshener, leaving no trace behind.
When Shahbaz arrived and everything looked normal to him. Later, Shano made tea for Shahbaz and added a sedative powder from the medicine box. It would make him sleep early and wake late. Shahbaz drank it without knowing, talking about his day. "Work was tough, but I am glad to be home with you," he said. After completing the tea, as expected, Shahbaz went straight to his bed and passed out. Shano smiled and said "Rest well tonight."
After Shahbaz dozed off, Shano went to the bathroom where Ramu was waiting for her, they both showered together in the hot water. This time, it was different, no rough stuff. Shano turned to him, her wet hair sticking to her back. She kissed him herself, this time Ramu didn't have to force her. "I love you now," she said, surprising herself. Ramu kissed back, his hands gentle on her boobs. They rubbed soap on each other and had a really good time under the shower. Ramu didn't pee on her, he held back because the moment felt real. They hugged under the water, her tall body against his short one, his cock hard but not pushing. Shano felt warm inside, like she was falling for him a little.
After the shower, Ramu gave her a sleeveless orange blouse showing deep cleavage and the saree draped way below her navel to give an elongated look to her midriff and torso. Only a string-thin pallu covered her toned midriff, sparkling navel piercing and her big boobs that were almost spilling out.
"Wear this under your burkha and niqab," Ramu said. "We are going to my slum."
Shano put on her burkha and covered her face with the niqab. Now, no one would know who she was. She looked just like any other modest Muslim wife. She climbed onto the back of Ramu's old bike and held onto his waist tightly. As they rode through the dark streets of Malerkotla, she felt the wind blowing against her face through the thin fabric. Her heart was beating fast as she was a little bit scared, but also very excited.
They reached the edge of Ramu's slum neighborhood. It was a poor, crowded place with muddy paths and small houses topped with tin roofs. Most of the families living there were from Bihar, the same place where Ramu belonged from.
Ramu pulled the bike over and stopped. "Time to show the real you," he said. He pulled off her burkha and niqab, tossed them aside.
Shano stood there in the revealing saree, beautiful face glowing under street lights. Her toned midriff bare, big heavy round milky boobs pushing against the blouse, navel piercing shining. She looked like a movie star in the middle of trash. This was the first time ever that Shano was in such a non-islamic attire in a public space, luckily nobody here knew her or she could lose her dignity, family and even get stoned to death.
A crowd quickly gathered: men, women, and children all rushing over. They stared at Shano with their mouths wide open. Suddenly, everyone started cheering.
"Ramu! You brought home a queen!" the men shouted. They clapped for him like he had just won a huge war. "How did a random guy from our slum get such a beautiful woman?" others asked. Some of the women whispered to each other, feeling a bit jealous. At first, Shano felt shy. But hearing all the cheering made her smile. She waved to the crowd, feeling truly happy for once, like she was someone special.
As they walked through the crowd, Shano raised her arms to fix her hair that revealed sweaty, broad, smooth lickable armpits. Her midriff stretched longer, soft abs hinting under the skin. Bihari men are known for loving bellies of women because of which all of them went crazy. Their mouths watered over her navel and toned waist. "Look at that belly! So sexy!" one shouted. "Why can't our wives look like her? All of them are fat and lazy!" The wives glared, angry. "Shut up, you dogs!" but the men kept taunting. "Her armpits are cleaner than your faces!" one said.
Ramu brought Shano to the center of the crowd, "Everyone, guess her age and religion!" he yelled.
Men shouted guesses. "25 years old! Hindu!" "30, Sikh!" "Christian, 28!"
Ramu laughed. "Wrong! She's 55 years old, a Pathaan Muslim woman from a rich family!"
The crowd gasped, shocked. "55? She looks 35!" "a Pathaan Muslim? In our hindu slum?" Men turned to their wives again. "See? Our wives are 25 but look 50, fat and old. This Muslim aunty is hotter than all of you!"
The wives muttered, "She's a whore," but the men cheered louder.
Ramu raised his hand. "Promise me, none of you spread this outside the slum. No telling anyone a Pathaan woman came here. Swear on your families!"
Everyone nodded. "Promise, bhaiya! Our secret!"
Then Ramu turned to Shano. "Dance for them, Shano Begum. Show what a Muslimslut can do."
Shano blushed as the crowd began to cheer. Loud Bollywood music blasted from the speakers, and she started to dance, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. She removed the string thin saree pallu that was covering her body. She twirled and raised arms to flex her glistening armpits.
As she moved, the crowd went wild, clapping and whistling just like they were watching a movie. Her skin glistened under the lights, and she shook her hips with confidence. She was clearly enjoying the attention, laughing and dancing along with the music.
A few old people sitting in the front reached out to touch her belly, amazed by how smooth her skin felt. Someone splashed a oil on her belly that made it shine. As she flexed while dancing, the abs on her stomach became clear, six soft boxes showed through her skin. The women in the crowd stared in surprise, whispering to each other, "Look at those lines on her belly! They look like little boxes. I have never seen that on a woman before!"
Shano danced for a full thirty minutes, her face glowing with a wide smile. Even as sweat began to pour down her skin, she didn't slow down. She felt free, like she was never guilty for having sex with Ramu.
Afterward, Ramu took her to his small room. It was simple and worn, with just a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a messy bed. Still out of breath from the dance, Shano laughed.
"Ramu, I'm actually happy here," she said. "Your slum makes me feel young again."
She felt a rush of real emotion for him. She pulled him close, gave him a kiss, and whispered, "I think I am actually in love with you."
Shano: Drop me home now?
Ramu (smiled): Not yet, Shano. You are not done.
Shano (confused): What?
Ramu: I took money from everyone. A lot. Each man paid to fuck you.
Shano (eyes widened): WHAT! WHY!? How much?
Ramu: Rich ones paid 5000 rupees for one-on-one. Groups paid 2000 each for gangbang. Poor ones 500 just to worship and touch.
Shano: "You bastard! I am not a whore! I came here thinking it was just us!"
She slapped him, pushed him. "Take me home now! This is wrong!"
Ramu went silent at first, looking sad, like he felt something for her too. But then he fought back. "You forget the pictures? Your naked boobs, your pussy leaking, I will send those photos to Shahbaz, your sons and the whole town!"
Shano cried. "Please... don't do this. I thought you cared."
"I do, Shano, I do" Ramu said. "But business first, I allotted classes. Rich get you alone. Others gangbang. Poor worship."
First, the rich men took their turns, five of them, one after another, in Ramu's cramped room
The first buried his cock deep in her soaked pussy and grunted as he sucked her boobs. "Drink this Pathaan milk, you rich fuck," Shano hissed through her teeth.
The second flipped her over and rammed his cock straight into her tight ass without mercy. Thick, brutal thrusts that made her scream, the burn turning into white-hot pleasure as he stretched her hole wide. "Take this Dalit dick in your Muslim ass," he growled. Shano's body convulsed, cumming again from the rough violation.
Then the gangbang began. More than twenty men packed the tiny room, turning Shano into their cum-dump. Two fat cocks forced into her mouth at once that caused her lips to stretch, she gagged her until drool and precum poured down her chin and neck. Two more slid under her smooth armpits, fucking the slick and smooth hollows that felt like tight little cunts.
Two cocks crammed into her pussy together that stretched her cunt to the limit, they rubbed against each other inside her spasming walls. One thick cock pounded her asshole.
Another cock slid between her heavy, milk-dripping tits and the tip bumped her chin with every thrust.
Mouths latched onto both nipples, sucking greedily, milk spraying as they drank.
Two more cocks rubbed across her tear-streaked face, painting her cheeks and lips with thick ropes of precum and cum.
Cocks thrust between her thighs, against her calves. One man even forced his penis tip into her navel, fucking the shallow hole like a tiny cunt.
Shano lost track of time and orgasms, her body jerked and squirted repeatedly, pussy gushing onto the filthy floor. The men roared, "Pathaan randi! Muslim whore!" as they used every inch of her. She felt utterly broken, yet the endless waves of filthy pleasure kept crashing through her. While all this was going on, the men who were mouthfucking Shano cummed in her mouth and made her swallow their semen. As soon as they pulled out their cock, a filthy old man kept his foot into her mouth and tried to push it in. Shano shut her mouth, sealed her lips to prevent it from going inside and tried to push his foot away but couldn't as her arms and legs were locked by the other men in the gang bag.
The other men who were fucking her Shano starting shouting, "suck his toes", "put that foot in your fucking mouth already". Shano had no choice. The man's foot smelled really bad and was right next to her nose. He would not move it until she put his toes in her mouth and sucked them. Shano opened her mouth and licked the bottom of his foot and sucked his toes one by one. After a while, he took his foot out, she spat out the saliva she had used on it. But since she was lying on the floor, the spit fell back onto her own face. They came one by one and sat on her face and forced her to rim their buttholes. All the men covered Shano's body completely in their cum.
Finally, the worshippers: Old, poor men who paid just to touch and lick her. They knelt around her hot body, licking her sweaty armpits clean, licking the oil-slicked ridges of her abs, sucking her toes, rubbing her toned stomach with rough hands. "Goddess... perfect slut..." they muttered. No penetration, only desperate worship.
Ramu pocketed stacks of cash, hundred thousands earned in a single night.
After everyone was done, Shano stood up wiped the cum of her body with an underwear of the who's ass she rimmed and dressed back into the orange saree. Shano wore her burkha and niqab again to protect herself from being exposed to her town. Ramu rode her home on the bike.
Shano stood under the shower for a long time, scrubbing furiously at every trace of cum. She slipped into a nightie and slid into bed beside her snoring husband. All day and night she had been fucked like a cheap whore, and now she lay next to the man who still believed she was faithful. She felt a sharp pain of guilt in her chest, but her swollen pussy throbbed with the memory of being stretched, filled, and used beyond reason.
To be continued...