Shalini walked away from the last alley with slow, unsteady steps. Sweat still ran down her back under the thick winter sweatshirt. The thermal leggings clung to her thighs, the wide tear leaving her completely open to the warm May air. Between her legs she could feel the slow trickle of mixed cum from the six men who had already emptied themselves inside her.
She took out her phone, opened Momscircle, and typed a short message to Malika:
**Done.**
I also made my own rule. If any of them touched me, I did not stop them until they finished whatever they wanted.
She sent it.
Almost immediately a notification appeared. Malika's reply was short.
**It's ok.**
A second message followed right after.
**New task.**
Find new beggars only. None of the ones you already gave clothes to.
You must make one single beggar cum inside you three times.
If he finishes before three, start again from zero with a different man.
No going back.
Keep using the same method — buy bra and panty, remove them in front of him while naked, and let him do whatever he wants.
Shalini stared at the screen. A slow, dark heat spread through her belly. The orgasm she had been saving for Prayush suddenly felt very far away.
She bought a fresh winter bra and a fresh pair of winter panties from a cheap stall, both again one size too small. In a narrow gap between shutters she changed. The new bra immediately dampened with sweat. The new panties clung the moment they touched her still-wet skin. Then she began walking again, scanning the quieter edges of the fair for the next man who would take what she offered.
The first new beggar was thin and middle-aged, sitting near a pile of empty crates. Shalini stopped in front of him, removed the bra and panties while standing fully naked, and held them out. He took them with shaking hands. When his fingers brushed her thigh she did not pull away. He pulled her behind the crates, pushed her to her knees, and fucked her mouth first. After he came down her throat he made her turn around and took her pussy from behind. The second time he came inside her he stayed buried deep, grinding until every drop was emptied. For the third time he wanted her ass. Shalini braced her hands on the rough wood and let him push in slowly.
"Ahhh… slow… mmhh…"
He lasted longer the third time. Every time the pleasure climbed too high and she felt herself nearing the edge she pulled forward, turned, and sucked him until the urge faded. Only then did she let him back inside. When he finally came in her ass he collapsed against her back, breathing hard. Three times from one man. But when he pulled out and sat down heavily, clearly finished for good, Shalini understood she would need more. She cleaned herself as best she could with a corner of the sweatshirt, put the thermal leggings back on with no panties, and walked away to change into the next pair.
The second beggar was younger and almost feverish with need. The moment she stood naked in front of him he asked her to call him "beta."
"Say it," he whispered. "Call me your son."
Shalini's cheeks burned, but she obeyed.
"Come, beta… take what you want from your mama."
He groaned and pulled her down onto his lap. She rode him slowly while he sucked her breasts and called her "Mummy" over and over. He came inside her the first time while she was still on top. The second time he laid her on her back on the dirty ground and fucked her hard. The third time he turned her over and took her ass while making her repeat "Mama loves her beta's cock" until his voice broke and he flooded her again. Three more. She bought another set of winter underwear, changed in a hidden corner, forced herself to the edge with her own fingers once more, and continued walking.
The third beggar was older and smelled strongly of sweat and cheap tobacco. He wanted her piss. Shalini stood over him with her legs apart while he lay on his back. She released a warm stream directly into his open mouth. He drank greedily, some of it spilling over his cheeks and neck. Afterward he licked her clean, then fucked her on the same ground, first her pussy, then her ass. He came twice inside her and the third time across her tongue. She swallowed everything, changed again, and kept moving.
The fourth man was rough. He barely looked at the bra and panties she offered. He dragged her into a deeper alley, pushed her against the wall, and fucked her with hard, almost angry thrusts. Every time she got close he seemed to sense it and slowed down just to keep her desperate. She had to stop him three separate times and suck him until she regained control. When he finally came the third time he stayed locked inside her pussy and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave marks.
"Ahhh—fuck—yes—"
She walked away on shaking legs, thighs shiny with his release, already looking for the next place to change.
The fifth beggar took her to a half-collapsed storage shed at the very edge of the fairground. Inside it smelled of dust and old cloth. He made her strip completely, then dressed her in a dirty, torn petticoat he found among the rubbish. The fabric was stiff with age and stained. He made her dance naked underneath it while he watched, then pulled her down and fucked her on the broken floor. He came once in her mouth, once in her pussy, and the third time in her ass while she was on all fours, the dirty petticoat still bunched around her waist. When he finished she left the filthy cloth behind, pulled her thermal leggings back on, and continued.
The sixth wanted only her feet and armpits at first. He licked the sweat from her soles, sucked her toes, then buried his face under her arms while she stroked him. When he finally entered her he lasted a long time. She stopped him twice with her mouth. The third time he came so deep she felt it in her stomach. She cleaned herself as best she could and moved on, the sun already beginning to lower in the sky.
By the time she reached the seventh beggar her body was a map of dried cum, saliva, and sweat. The winter clothes were heavy and rank. She had stopped counting how many times she had forced herself to the edge and pulled back. This one was quieter. He took the bra and panties, then simply pointed to the ground. Shalini lay down. He fucked her slowly, almost carefully, three full times — pussy, then ass, then pussy again — without ever needing her to stop him. When he finished the third time he rested his forehead against hers for a moment before letting her go.
The eighth was younger and nervous. He asked her to piss on him while he stroked himself. She did. Afterward he licked her clean and fucked her with desperate, quick thrusts. He came twice inside her and the third time across her breasts. She scooped his release with her fingers and licked them clean while he watched, then changed once more and kept walking.
The ninth man was thick and heavy. He wanted her to sit on his face first. She did, letting him lick every trace of the previous men out of her while she moaned openly. Then he fucked her with deep, powerful strokes. She had to pull off and suck him four separate times before he finally managed the third load inside her ass. Her legs were trembling when she left him.
The tenth and final beggar was older, thin, and had calm, dark eyes. He accepted the last winter bra and panties without speaking. When she stood naked in front of him he simply took her hand and led her deeper behind the last row of closed stalls, to a place where tall weeds and broken wood created a natural screen. He did not rush. He made her kneel and sucked her breasts for a long time while she stroked him. He licked the sweat from her armpits. He kissed the insides of her thighs. When he finally entered her it was slow and deep. The first time he came in her pussy he stayed inside, kissing her neck until he hardened again. The second time he took her ass while she was on her elbows and knees, one hand reaching under to rub her clit.
"Ahhh… yes… right there… mmhh…"
The third time he turned her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her with long, steady strokes that seemed to drag every nerve ending into the open. Shalini felt the orgasm she had been denying all day rise like a wave she could no longer hold back.
*I was saving this for Prayush…*
The thought came too late.
Her back arched. A broken, high cry left her throat as the climax tore through her. Her walls clenched hard around the beggar's cock. The pleasure was so sharp it almost hurt. He kept thrusting through it, and the rhythmic squeezing pushed him over the edge as well. He buried himself deep and came for the third time inside her, pulsing in thick, hot spurts while she was still shaking.
For a long moment neither of them moved.
When he finally pulled out, a thick mixture of his release and her own juices ran down the cleft of her ass onto the dirt. Shalini lay there breathing hard, staring up at the darkening sky, the orgasm she had tried so hard to save now spent on a stranger's cock.
She had completed the task.
She sat up slowly, pulled the thermal leggings back on with nothing underneath, and slipped the heavy sweatshirt over her bare breasts. Her body felt used, heavy, and strangely light at the same time. She walked back toward the main path of the fair as the first lamps began to glow, thighs sticky, nipples rubbing against the rough fabric, and the only clear thought left in her head was simple:
I need to find Prayush.