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Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 01

By: haramakhrama



I needed the job really bad, so bad that if I could not have it I would have contemplated suicide, rather than returning to my parents' home in horrid Abbotabad. Islamabad may not have been the most cosmopolitan and happening of cities, but it was Paris compared to the awful village like town my folks called home. And the position, though not all that well paying, was with the leading telecom company, in a rapidly growing market, following the Pakistan government's decision to privatize the national telecom authority and liberalize the phone market. 

I had received my Master's degree just a few months back (in Pakistan a Master's can be obtained in 4 years as only 2 years are spent to get a Bachelor's degree; this is a key reason why degrees from Pakistan are often discounted elsewhere) and wanted to go out into the wide world and find myself. But my family had put hindrance after hindrance in my path. As I was well over 20 years of age, my aunts and other female relatives were frenetic in their search for a suitable husband. I was paraded in front of potential suitor after other, always finding a way to either weasel out from the situation or to insult them into withdrawing. 

After about 3 months, my father had asked what I wanted. "I want to get a job and to make my own decisions in life," I responded. After thinking for a while, he agreed to let me go to Islamabad, not as far as Lahore or Karachi, and get a good job and a decent place to live. If this did not happen within 6 months, I would come back without complaint and marry the person of my parents' choice. This was magic to my ears. With my outgoing personality, reasonably good looks despite a chubby figure, educational background, and willingness to discover new avenues, I figured it would be a cinch to land a really good position, move up in the ranks of the world, set out on my own, and be in command of my own destiny. In six months' time I would be so far from the reaches of my family, they would think I was just a figment of their imagination. 

My father then dropped an unexpected bombshell on my plans. "Our catering business here is quite seasonal and one cannot depend on it to ensure our well being," he said, adding, "I have bought a restaurant in Rawalpindi, about 15 km from Islamabad. This will work year round and I'll be able to keep an eye on you from fairly close." 

II

I had not always been a very rebellious person. Rather I was the good child within the three offspring of my parents. Growing up in the UAE, where my father had received a government appointment, I liked the relative freedom compared to our traditional home in Pakistan. I had excelled in class and also enjoyed swimming, dancing, gymnastics and drama, all areas where the dress senses were much different from those in the Taliban type north. 

When his contract ended, after having stayed in the region for over 10 years, there was no way I could, as a precocious teenager, go back to the ways and mores of a society that in my views was half a millennium behind the times. I cried so hard the first time I wanted to go out in my skirt and was instead forced to wear an all-encompassing Pathan female outfit and chador. I so missed my leotards and swimsuits. 

I may not have had the best figure around, but my breasts had come early and substantially. I had allowed many a boy to fondle these bounties in my school, in return for candies or other material favours. On more than one occasion, while supposedly at a friend's house for a sleep over, I had instead snuggled up with various classmates. My "boyfriend" Najeeb, who was a few years older and soon going to college in the US, particularly liked to have me spend the night with him with only a pair of shorts on. I am certain my breast size moved to the D's because of the heavy sucking and petting he would indulge in with my assets. For nearly 15 months that I had been hot and heavy with him, our relationship did not go further than some kissing or fondling. In fact, I had rarely seen his manhood or held it, though I had certainly felt the heat on my body when he would press up against me and caress my boobs. Najeeb was somewhat aware that I did not have an exclusive relationship with him and I would time to time have a date with someone else, with some kissing or petting to follow, but the majority of my make out sessions would be with him. Many had tried to fuck me, vaginally or anally, or finger my womanhood, but I had so far resisted this temptation, partly due to fear of consequence and partly as I was not sure who I would like to do it with first. I had on occasion massaged Najeeb's cock through his underwear or pants, and had otherwise fondled those of a few others who accepted a hand job from me as a consolation against getting into my pussy, ass or mouth. In school my reputation as a man eater was already quite established. 

III

As the end of my junior high school year approached, Najeeb arranged for one of our night time trysts. I had told my parents about plans to be at my friend Salma's house for a sleep over. As Salma was in the know, she waited for me to come, as if for a short visit, and then slipped me outdoors where Najeeb waited in his car. Najeeb drove me over to the beach, where we found a secluded spot. He took my face in his hands, kissed me deeply and began to rub my breasts through my shirt. 

Najeeb pulled back and while still holding my face in his hands, said, "I am booked to leave tomorrow night for Michigan, and I want tonight to be a very special night for both of us. I will think of you often and cannot wait to return to you during the winter holidays." While I was well aware of his plans to depart, the news of his imminent move brought me to tears. I was speechless. Najeeb took out a hanky and wiped my tears. The flow would not stop, so he started to lick them off my face with his tongue. Very soon his tongue was deep down my throat and mine was intertwined with it. We kissed for a near eternity.

Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. The bra did not offer much resistance either, given that he was already adept in separating it and my breasts from past experience. He raised my torso a bit and pulling on my shorts, brought them down to my knees. Then pressing me backwards, he took them off completely. I now lay there in just my panties, having never ever been so exposed to him before. As my brain tackled the new situation, he brought his hands to the sides of my panty, rolled the elastic up and down, and finding no resistance from me, yanked it off my body with ease. I lay in his car totally naked and unwilling to do anything about it. 

Najeed pulled a blanket out of the car and placed it on the sand, with some pillows. He laid me down gently on the blanket. In a flash his clothes had vanished and I saw his prick in its full glory. It wasn't the longest or thickest I had seen, but it certainly seemed the hardest as I held it. A bolt of electricity seemed to pass through his body as I ran my fingers over his manhood. 

He pushed me down, pulled my legs apart and placed his prick just over my pussy. "No Najeeb," I whispered, while willing him to ram it all the way in. He hands traced inside my pussy lips till he located the opening, put his penis right at the entrance, and returned to caressing my boobs. Without warning he plunged forward. A dazzling pain seared my inside but his forward progress was halted by my hymen. He took a deep breath, appeared to go very still, and then probed forward into my love canal. The pain returned as I felt myself being rent apart from inside. He kept making progress and soon his shaft was fully inside my recently virginal pussy. Najeeb began to pump in and out and as he moved I felt a wave of pleasure arise in my nether regions and flow all over me. While he fucked me for the first time ever, I wondered why I had waited so long for the experience. Najeeb tensed, then jerked forward and let go a torrent of semen inside of me. As the warmth hit me, I first felt elated and then was rudely brought into reality. 

"Najeeb, did you just come inside?" I asked. He looked dreamily at me and nodded assent. I shoved him off viciously and was shocked to see his penis was totally unprotected. He tried to cajole and caress me, but I was totally upset at the thought of pregnancy with my very first vaginal experience. 

IV

We drove back to Salma's house in silence. I did not even shake hands with him, but rushed to her room and into the shower. Salma wondered about me and after I had been under the shower for some 30 minutes, she came inside the bathroom. "What is it?" she asked, and I was just unable to tell her. 

She pulled aside the shower curtain and found me trying to scrub out my pussy. A quick glance down at my bloody underwear told her everything. "You've had sex with Najeeb?" she inquired. 

I nodded and continued to cry with the shame of expectation. "Now, now," said Salma, pulling me to her and holding me in her arms, "you will get over it and nothing will happen." I was so relieved at what she said that I hugged her close. 

Before you knew it, Salma had pulled my face back by entangling her hands in my hair. She then put her lips on mine and kissed me deeply. I was thoroughly confused by what was going on. Salma shut off the shower and holding my hand led me naked to her bed. She pried my legs open and began to lick my just used pussy. I was in shock initially, but soon began to enjoy it and lay back. Salma removed her clothing, bit by bit, while licking my pussy, kissing my lips, fingering my behind or rubbing my breasts. She climbed on top of me and we began to kiss passionately. She took my right hand and guided my fingers into her vagina. As my fingers entered her honey pot, Salma started to moan and move my hand in and out with a decided pulse. Soon after she let out a squeal and lay back still, my fingers still inside of her. 

"I have been so jealous of you letting Najeeb have all the fun, when I have been here all alone covering for you," she complained. Seating herself on her desk chair, she had me sit on my knees and suck her pussy. I found the taste to be fairly pleasant, even if the aroma was a bit fishy. As I sucked her, she brought her toes to my vagina and began to rub up and down. This was incredibly arousing and we continued in this way till both of us were spent. For the rest of the night we remained naked, in each others' arms and took turns at sexually exploring our bodies. My worries about potential pregnancy went to the back of my mind. Luckily the stars were on my side too, for the month passed and my periods continued as normal. Najeeb had made me a woman, but thankfully not a mother. Salma had made me appreciate lesbianism, but didn't turn me off men. I would now know how to find joy both with willing male and female partners.

V

Najeeb left for the US and appeared to go off the radar. I later heard that he had found a girlfriend in Michigan within days of landing there. I really thanked my stars he had not left me pregnant. Through my senior year, I continued to see other guys, usually just fondling or kissing. On rare occasions, I even sucked off a couple of my dates, mainly to check what it felt like. I did enjoy the feel of man meat in my mouth, but was wary of getting a reputation of being a cocksucker. Unfortunately for me, the tag was soon conferred on me courtesy of one of my so-called conquerors who talked too much, and stuck till I got back to Pakistan, probably the only good bit about the return to Abbottabad. 

For me, meanwhile, release and passion took the form of Salma. We found more and more occasions to sleep over at each others' homes, right under the unsuspecting noses of our parents. Salma was very adept at licking my cunt and could bring me off many times during our encounters. For her part, she loved to be fingered, and even fisted once in a while. I warned her that she would loosen her vagina too far if I continued to fist her, but she told me of a local doctor who had promised to do her up, as good as new, when the need arose. I learned some years later, when Salma got married, that her husband was admitted to hospital with stress fractures of some sort on his penis, and on his wedding night. Apparently Salma's doctor had sewn her back up too tight and the poor guy was trying to break down cement with skin! On the positive side, Salma's family, also Pathans, would forever be able to sing praises about how virginal their daughter was at her marriage! 

Senior year ended so quick, I could not believe we were all set to return to Pakistan. I was to attend the district college in Abbotabad. I enrolled in commerce and math curricula and focused, for once, on my studies. Abbotabad was not a place where I could indulge in any hanky panky, as every one knew everyone else and any hint of impropriety could lead to the Pathan tendency of killing females over honor related issues. It was no surprise when I easily topped my class during the Bachelor of Commerce exams. I figured that I could go away with a scholarship to a bigger city, like Lahore. Instead, my parents insisted I take the free ride for my Master's at IT at Peshawar University. It was a bit of freedom but just then the religious party took power in the provincial elections. Overnight, the campus and other areas turned into virtual seminaries and any possibility of sexual discovery or indulgence became potentially hazardous, given the Taliban like edict of stoning adulterers to death that the mullahs in power were trying to enforce. Would you believe I took the Gold Medal, amongst the IT candidates, in the Master's examination, and without having to resort to sucking a single cock?! 

VI

I arrived at Islamabad and went straight to a girls' boarding house that a cousin of mine had stayed in some years back. It was located fairly close to the main business district and had the shopping sector within walking distance. The main bus depot for the city was right across the street, so I could get to Abbotabad and return very quick and safely. The boarding house was in a fairly shabby state, having not received any major maintenance for many years, if ever. An overweight, 50-something, matron was in charge of the place. On arrival, I was given a lecture on rules, regulations, propriety and tenets of religion relating to piety. I heard it all, wondering all the time if the garishly dressed, oddly painted, madam actually believed in what she was saying to me. 

My room was as beat up as the rest of the place. I was sharing with another girl and her stuff was already on the bed and dresser on one side. I took the other bed and put my clothes in the cabinet next to it. Around 9 pm, my roommate arrived. Her name was Naila and she had moved in about four months back. Her old roommate had left, following her engagement, and so the vacancy for me had occurred. She had just found a position with a Real Estate developer that had set up shop in Pakistan, a foray out from its home base in the Arabian Gulf. Naila was lucky to have secured a position as the secretary for the Head of HR at the company. I imagined this was karmic since she was tuned in to HR activity in the company, if not the city at large. 

Over the next few weeks, Naila guided me on preparing my CV, looking for opportunities and networking. I did not have any relevant work experience so I would have to rely on my strong academics and personality. On the network front, Naila was able to do a lot better for me. As time passed, I became more adept at making my case, but did not succeed in landing a real position. Unlike Naila, I was not keen on a dead end job. My father, whose business in Rawalpindi started doing better than expected, kept his tabs on me, but as the days passed, his level of watchfulness wavered. Still he kept reminding me that he was keeping his side of the bargain and I had to keep mine.

Nearly four months down, I had interviewed with over two dozen companies. Somehow, either I was deemed too aggressive or too inexperienced. The few offers that did result were far below what I would have expected and were in dead end roles. To keep myself occupied I did start work as the personal secretary of the GM in a start up software company. But I soon tired of the odd hours, the unsatisfactory pay scale and the hidden agenda of the boss, who only wanted my legs in the air. Had I been paid better and the prospects been more encouraging, I could have seen my way to sleeping with him. But for a no real return benefit, I was not keen to have his paws on my body. 

My luck turned for the better one evening when Naila asked me to join her at a party. About 3 dozen persons were gathered at the home of one her friends. It was a nice enough affair with good music, decent snacks and quite a bit of alcohol about. I had indulged before, but really took to the free vodka at the party. Soon I was feeling giddy, chirpy and short on inhibitions. I danced with a number of people and made small talk with many of them. 

I was talking about looking for an opportunity when one of the guys approached me. Mahfooz was a junior manager in the telecom company and told me a new Sales department was being set up for the Wireless business. He gave me his business card and suggested I send my CV to his attention. I told him I had hard copies at my boarding house and if he did not mind, we could get one from there. Naila appeared to be having a good time, so I left and had Mahfooz drive me over to my residence. He waited outside, while I fetched the document. Getting back inside the vehicle and giving him the document, I asked him what my chances were to get the job and he responded that he would put in a good word.

Feeling appreciative I put my hand forward to shake with him. I figured I was at home, just before the boarding house curfew, so might as well go inside and sleep. Mahfooz took my hand and kissed the top side, then pulled it so my body leaned in to his. He kissed me lightly on the lips, testing my response. The car was parked in the side street where, relatively undisturbed, we were still in danger of being seen. I could not bring him inside and he could not take me home either. Since I did not want to look ungrateful and being an expert at fellatio, I unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. Bending over, I put it in my mouth and moved it up and down and around it. He moaned deeply and leaned back, so I could work easier. I moved fast and very soon his cum was spewing into my mouth. I pulled away, wiped my mouth on his shirt, thanked him for the evening, opened the door and ran into the boarding house. Mahfooz was left there greatly touched and hooked to work on my behalf. I hadn't sucked cock in a while so enjoyed the opportunity after such a long time. 

VII

Two days later I received a call from a secretary at the telecom company's HR office. I was to appear for an interview with the Senior HR Manager and with the Commercial VP of the Wireless division in a week's time. Figuring I needed to do some homework, I sought Mahfooz out and was invited to the office, which was located in a towering building in the Blue Area. He introduced me to the VP, Mr. Jameel and the project consultants Mr. Iftikhar and Mr. Naseem. The VP did not appear unduly interested in me, but both the consultants warmed up quickly. Turns out Mahfooz had mentioned some, but not all, of my activities with him the other day to them. Naseem in particular was keen on finding out more about me. 

Noting that the offices were quite messy with all sorts of files and telephone equipment lying around, I asked what was going on. They were doing some sort of pre-qualification exercise and the items were from bidders interested in getting on to the bandwagon. Naseem complained that they did not have staff to sort out the material and organize it for study and consideration. Thinking quickly, I asked if I could help as I was not working otherwise. Naseem figured if I did a worthwhile job for 3-4 days, it would hold in good stead at my interview. 


Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 02



PART II -- THE ONBOARDING

A few days after my interview with the VP and my so lucky encounter with the HR Manager and his assistant, I bade goodbye to my parents, and hopefully to Abbotabad, and headed out in a total state of euphoria for Islamabad. Although I had spent nearly a half year in that city, while on the job hunt, my departure now appeared to have more of a definite finality to it. The fact that neither parent looked happy with my new situation was obvious, but I figured I was in control of my life for the first time ever.

I walked in to my room, in the still decrepit boarding house, fully expecting to make enough money soon to buy my own pad. Right over my bed, I was surprised to see a beautifully ornate banner saying, "Congratulations, Maryum, you did it." Even more surprising, Naila was standing to one side, completely naked. Without a word we went into a clinch, with our tongues deeply penetrating each others' mouths. My clothes were soon discarded and we writhed on the bed, celebrating the impending start of my true freedom. Naila tongued me as I had never been done before and I introduced her to the basics of fisting. It was a very good night and I slept well dreaming of my first day at the Pakistan Telephone & Wireless Company. 

II

Full of energy I walked into the Sales office, now an employee and no longer an unpaid intern. The bearded receptionist, who I had learnt was a key member of the workers' union, asked me to go to the conference room. I was soon joined by a few other persons, all new hires by the look of it. The long-haired Pathan beauty was there, with a big smile. However, none of the engineer, who was related to the VP, the stunning babe, who the VP had wanted as his assistant, or the confident girl from Karachi, was present. With these three real babes, who I had figured to be my true opposition, absent, I suddenly felt a load lifting. Okay, the Pathan girl was a real looker, but I was the runner-up in the looks department among the two new hires.

The VP, consultants and other staff members joined the new hires. We got an expected message of welcome to the company, and so on. Our positions were announced and I was assigned to help out the consultants. The Pathan babe had joined as an Assistant Manager, rather than a Support Executive, and would work with the Sales Coordination manager. No one was announced as the Executive Assistant for the VP. I mused over this, wondering if my opportunity to climb had come sooner than I had imagined. 

As the meeting closed, the VP asked the Pathan babe, Tehseen, and me to come to his office. We were introduced to two other female members of the team. Saba was dressed very conservatively, with a hijab covering her hair and only showing her face. She worked with the logistics team and was known to be a very private person. No threat, I summed her up. Abida, who was the Executive Assistant for the regional Sales Manager, had threat written all over her. A few years older than myself, she was fair skinned, nicely proportioned though a bit on the short side, and confident in her manner of speech both in English and Urdu. She was the first female hired by the group about 8 months earlier and would now be sharing the spotlight with others of her sex. The way she checked me out indicated that she was also sizing up the competition. 

The VP asked if we could help him find an appropriate Executive Assistant, as the babe in the black dress had turned the PT&WC offer down, while the Karachi girl had been given a position in that city. Tehseen and I stated our willingness, but he calmly turned our help down saying that we were already assigned to the correct positions. I was wondering if he meant missionary, woman on top or doggy style as far as my position was concerned. I asked about the engineer, deliberately putting her down as perfect for the personal assistant's role. He laughed it off, telling me that she had secured a much better paying position in the technical department and that with her intellect she would be a real asset to the company. Though Saadia was not even in the same office, but was located in the Technical building some miles away and would have nothing to do with the Sales team, I hated her as she had been placed on the pedestal as the best example of qualified females in the country. I was clearly second best to her.  

I went to see my new boss, Naseem, the sales consultant for the project. Given the help he had been in securing the position for me, I surmised that some form of further pay back would soon be required. What I did not expect was to find him at his desk, with his dick already out and erect. I had blown him a few days earlier after my first interview, but today he was intent on taking things further, right at his desk. Lucky for me, the phone rang and his presence was requested by the boss. With a look of real loss and disappointment, he re-deposited his cock in his pants and painfully stepped towards me. As he moved to the door, his hands grabbed on to both my left breast and left ass cheek. With a small bite on my ear, and a squeeze of my privates, he was out the door. 

III

Around 8 p.m., a couple of days later, I received a call asking if I wanted to join him for dinner. Naseem had been assigned some work in the office and did not appear to be unduly paying any attention to me for a few days since I joined. However, I was sure that his intentions were not all that honourable and that some sort of sexual activity would entail before the night was out. 

We arrived at a local restaurant which had lights that were rather low and booths that offered privacy. The place was a popular hangout and quite a few patrons were already there. Snuggling up in the booth, Naseem put his arm around and I let him bring me in close. As we perused the menu, his fingers found the waistband of my shalwar and were soon up against the naked skin of my privates. Slowly and deliberately he worked his fingers until they found my moistening pussy. As we placed our orders, he kept tickling the folds of my labia and delved inwards every so often. While I protested meekly at his intrusion, he brought my free hand to his crotch, where I found an already erect penis that he had released from his trousers. I ran my hand up and down over his cock as his fingers dipped in and out of my love canal. The food and my orgasm arrived simultaneously and it took great resolve not to scream out loud as the waiter deposited our plates on the table. Naughtily, I grabbed hold of Naseem's fly with my free hand, shoved his cock back inside, without completing the job, and zipped him up saying, "oh I am so starved and the steak is lovely." His look indicated that I had better put out soon or he would certainly rape me on the way back. 

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, and I wondered if he meant the finger fuck or the food. "I am doing better than you are," I responded, referring both to the curtailed hand job and to the rather unsavoury looking burger on his plate. "Did you come?" I ventured. "No, but I am going to real soon, all over your face and between your legs," was his honest to goodness answer. 

When dessert appeared, I looked at my watch and in a panicked tone announced, "oh my God, the boarding house curfew starts in 15 minutes, we have to get going now." Naseem paid up with disappointment written all over his face. There was not enough time for a blow job, much less a proper fuck, and we did not have a place we could both go to. As he reluctantly dropped me off, he turned and said, "Maryum, I want to put teeth marks on your ass and soon." Seeing an opportunity on an empty street, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and ran out to my room. I wondered how he would solve the problem of his throbbing, unreleased, manhood, and this thought made me laugh out loud. Now that I had been hired, I was going to be a harder to get bitch than he, or anyone else, had envisioned. 

IV

Things went smoothly at the office and I concentrated upon my work, intent to ensure I was recognized for my abilities as well as my other attributes. Try as I did, neither the other consultant, nor the VP, seemed to notice me much. Naseem took every opportunity to feel me up and I even let him steal the odd kiss. He was keen to partake and the ball was definitely in my court. Whether his balls would be up against my privates soon was debatable. 

The VP's office seemed to be getting messier by the day as his work piled up and without an assistant he was unable to manage filing or referencing. Yet he bravely tried to keep things moving, often jokingly referring to his notebook PC as his secretary. Yeah, I mused, which port would you be sticking your dick into if you needed some relief in the office cauldron?!

I was surprised to note that Tehseen and the VP were spending a fair time in the office together and then going out to lunch by themselves on a regular frequency. I figured the she had finally managed to secure the position right next to the big man. But what seemed odd was that she was already at a higher grade level than an assistant. I could imagine her providing all sorts of feminine joys to him and was seething at the thought. In fact, I was sure one evening, that Tehseen was in his office and they were kissing or more.

Not wanting to lose out without a fight, I walked up to Mr. Jameel after he returned from lunch one day and told him about the load on him and how I would be happy to help as his assistant. He was taken by surprise and asked, "Why are you telling me this, when we already assigned you your position just a while ago?" 

"Well sir, I am sure I will be better at the job than Tehseen," I blurted. 

"So that's what is on your mind," he responded, "Tehseen's friend proposed to her, and she wanted my opinion as a concerned elder, and my help with her folks, and so we went to lunch a few times to discuss the matter. I got to meet the guy and approved, and because of my help their respective parents are okay." 

I felt like I had been slapped in my face and went beet red. My chance of ingratiating myself with him went up in smoke. It was much later that I found out the whole truth. The VP was not fucking her as I imagined in my conspiring mind. In fact, Tehseen was pregnant with her boyfriend's child and he had played the facilitator in getting the families together, rather than letting things get ugly. 

Within a few days, Tehseen showed up both with wedding invitations and her resignation from the company. I had since found out that she was not seeing her boyfriend exclusively, but had sexual relations with a number of other persons within our office. And in fact, I had seen her in a clinch with someone in the boss's office the other day, just that it was the Regional Manager who had known her during her previous assignment. Married or not, I knew she could turn heads and even someone as upright as the VP may fall prey to her charms, once the concerns on pregnancy were out of the way with her wedding. With her exit, however, the competition should have certainly reduced, and my feelings of vulnerability lowered in that office environment. Yet I continued to sense that my value to the company and the VP was not highly regarded.

Confirmation of my value decline came just a few days later when Amber walked into the office and the lives of the VP and everyone else. She was petite, in her early 20's, but with the face, dress sense and sex appeal of a model. She had been introduced to the VP by her elder sister, the same babe in the black dress who had turned down the offer made to her. Amber was prettier than the sister and I now felt myself on the borderline of being considered dumpy but passable, rather than pretty. And would you believe that just after a 10 minute interview she was appointed the executive assistant for the VP. Mr. Jameel had often said that the VP's assistant would need to be the one with the best looks and personality, as she would be the image of the Sales group. Amber fitted the bill to a tee and caused a lot of interest among the team, though the guys were wary of trying anything with the boss's girl. I figured I was now somewhere between the dogs and horses of the team. 

Within a few days Amber had cleared up the mess in Mr. Jameel's office and managed his files, appointments and other office needs with an efficiency that made me very envious. Shortly afterwards, he put her in charge of the office seating arrangements and to nobody's surprise, I got moved to a desk away from the main area and towards the side of the office next to the restrooms. Amber had her desk right in front of the VP's office and was now deputed to arrange seating and issue office materials as she saw fit. This slip of a girl was ordering around the entire office as if she were the VP herself. But, the real trouble was that Amber now was sitting in the seat of power and I was nowhere on the radar. 

V

Saturday afternoon for a change, I did not have to go to Abbotabad as my dad had an event at his restaurant. Naseem called me and told me to meet him outside for lunch. He drove us to a place near the southern end of town, known as the Adventurer's Inn. I had not heard of it before but put it down to my lack of knowledge of the city. 

We went in and were told to go to private dining room 16. I let Naseem led me to a room where a table was laid out. What I did not realize was the each room was in effect a suite with a dining area and a bedroom. Naseem had arranged with the staff to indicate a dining experience was to be had. Naseem grabbed me by the hand, pulled me towards an adjoining door, which I found to my horror was the bedroom. My cock teasing activities had finally become too much for him and today he was taking matters into his own hands. 

As I struggled to get away, he lifted me off the ground and shoved me roughly onto the bed. I screamed for him to stop, but he told me that I could yell all I wanted as no one was in any of the adjoining rooms. He pinned me on the bed and pulling a rope out of the drawer tied my hands to the bed posts. Naseem took a knife out and cut off my kameez from top all the way down, exposing my bra. I was in shock as he slid my shalwar off. Like a man possessed he cut the bra and panties from my body leaving me totally naked and at his mercy. As I was still resisting and bucking, he got more rope and tied my legs down to the other side. Now spread apart and naked, with no hope of reprieve, I waited for him to rape me. I was getting the payment for the cock teasing I had engaged in. I begged him to release me and that I would comply with any thing he wanted. He smiled knowingly and slowly disrobed. 

Naseem got on top, inserted the tip of his cock into my cunt lips and pushed hard. I had not been fucked vaginally since my tryst with Naveed many years back and this invasion was rough as my pussy was quite tight. Naseem was surprised at how tough the going was, since he had expected me to be someone who was the lay of the land. Slowly his organ penetrated me and he began to push in and out with increasing ardour. He pumped on and very soon I felt a flood of come inside myself. "Damn, I am going to get pregnant," I worried. Naseem did not seem to care and kept pumping until his cock was totally spent. 

He got off and lit a cigarette while sitting next to me. "Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?" he asked. "Please let me go," I pleaded. Instead he said something about getting the account settled in full and went out. I yelled and cried out for a while but, since no one seemed to notice, I settled down to await his next course of action having given up hope of loosening the bonds that were attaching me to the bed.

After maybe an hour he returned with a bagful of food. He offered some to me if I would behave and not be a bitch. I was in no mood to comply. He sat down and took his time finishing off the Chinese meal he brought. Disrobing again, he began to suck my tits and finger my pussy. His dick was at attention once more and he did not waste any time entering me for his second shot at the honey. On this occasion he was softer and slower in his approach and I felt his strokes stimulating my insides. I began to respond to the fucking and both of us soon released our pent up loads. 

VI

I figured we were now done and, given my compliance the second time around, my ordeal would end. How wrong I was. Some time later, there was a knock on the door. Naseem let three guys into the room. I had not seen any of them before, but they seemed to be his friends from the company's land line division. I was still tied down and naked on the bed and my humiliation was to get a lot worse.

"Maryum, I am going to leave you with these fine gentlemen. I will be around 9 p.m. to get you home before the curfew," Naseem said, as he left the room. I begged the guys to let me go and stop the torture. Instead they laughed the protests off. A look at the clock showed it was only 5:30 p.m. 

During the next 3 hours or so, I was introduced to many different perversions by my tormentors. The first guy simply climbed on top and added his jism to Naseem's load in my pussy. Then they loosened the ropes, turned me over and, for the first time ever, one by one they began to ravage my ass. As time passed, I was fucked in the cunt, ass and mouth repeatedly, trying as hard as I could to close my mind to the humiliation I was undergoing. Thankfully Naseem appeared at around 9 p.m. just as one of them had his dick up my rear. Ordered to stop, he pushed in hard a couple of times till he came. 

I had been fucked every which way. Naseem assisted me into the shower, dripping cum from every orifice, and ensured I was washed up. He then tossed me a new shalwar kameez that he had just bought from the market, given that my original clothes were either torn or messed up. Silently he drove me back. At the residence he tersely told me that my old clothes were with him and would be sent to my parents should I ever feel inclined to talk about the day's events. He also inferred that one of the guys had taped the episode on his mobile and this would be put out on the internet if I did not cooperate. I regretted leading him on during the past few weeks, and had certainly received a comeuppance that I had deserved.

VII 

That night I tried to cry myself to sleep. I could not go to my boss; he was the rapist. I could not go to the Police; they would likely fuck me too as part of taking my statement rather than chasing any of the guys. I could not go to my parents; they would take me back to Abbotabad. I decided I had to be strong and go back to work as if nothing had happened.

But I also decided that what had been done to me was wrong and that Naseem had taken so much more from me than he had ever deserved. I wondered if there would be a way to bring him down. How to do that did not come to me then, but over the course of time, I would find the solution to these troubles. That I would get him back for the gang rape, I swore to myself.



Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 03



Note: In the first episode, Maryum had found a way to join the PW&TC. In the second, she had received a comeuppance of sorts for being a cock tease. This is the third episode. Enjoy.

MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH -- PART III -- THE REVENGE

Naseem and his cohorts had molested me so intensely that it took more than a week to get back to work. The bruises and scrapes I had suffered had healed by now. My pussy and ass, which had been repeatedly invaded, now felt better. I had not reported the incident to anybody as in Pakistani society the victim is often considered guiltier than the rapist. In my case this was probably true, given that I had driven Naseem to this extreme act through my own cock-teasing nature. Had I simply submitted to him, when we had the opportunity, I would not have been treated so brutally and by so many persons. I knew that I had received punishment that was more than the crime had warranted, but had no recourse other than to accept my fate. Or did I? 

II

As I returned to work for the first time after the incident, most of the people wondered if I had fought off the virus that had recently caused a few deaths nearby. Apparently Naseem had advised everyone that I had bird flu, which had affected the area, and was going to be out for a while. I was relieved that my ordeal was not common knowledge. But what peeved me most was that he had the nerve to send me a large flower arrangement with a 'Miss You, Get Well Soon' card affixed to it. There was general relief that I was not likely to infect anybody in the office. 

Acting normal I got to the work that I was sure had piled up for me. Certainly there was enough to keep me busy for a couple of weeks and that is exactly what I kept myself occupied with. Naseem had sensed that I was not exactly happy with him and decided to give me a wide berth for a few days. I imagined that having had his jollies, he would now seek out other prey, and I would not have to endure him again. Unfortunately that is not what he had in mind. 

III

The senior team members were busy with preparing a major presentation for the PT&WC board. Tension was rife in the air and most of the big guys were jumpy as hell. Our volumes had not been to the levels that had been erroneously promised in the budget plan, and the fear of heads rolling was everywhere.

There was one exception. Naseem appeared to be happy as ever and insulated from any of the excitement. However, he was doing his bit for the preparation and tended to stay late. A few weeks after the incident, I was called to the VP's office. Naseem, sitting with other senior managers, asked me to stay after hours for the next few days so that the work could be finished. My inner alarms went off, but noting the concerned demeanor of the VP, Mr. Jameel, I figured a negative response could cost me the position I had striven so hard for. 

The regular office staff cleared out between 5 and 6 pm. Most of the management stayed around. I noted that none of the other executive assistants had been asked to stay. At 7 pm, Naseem called me to his office, asking for a bunch of files. We started going over some of the information when the VP stuck his head in the door and said that everyone was going to dinner and if we would join. Naseem immediately piped up about having another prior engagement and that he would drop me off. Shortly afterward I heard them leave and the office went silent.

Naseem waiting a few minutes, ordered me to take off my clothes and spread out on his desk. I got up to run, but he had my arm in a strong grip. "Now, now, honey," he said, "do we want a repeat of the other night." The wind left my sails and without a word, I dropped every piece of clothing that I had on. 

Placing me on the wide desk, he got on top and entered my cunt. I cringed, as my mind took me right back to my rape. He kept a hold on my arms and worked his cock in and out of me. "Naseem, you are not wearing a condom," I pleaded. "Oh, don't worry, you wont know who the daddy is if you keep this whimpering up," he threatened, implying that others may be waiting their turn. After a while I began to feel warm up my insides, and as he thrust forward I met his spurt with a shattering orgasm of my own. Naseem was surprised, but I put my arms around him, pulling him closer, and bucked as I release my pent up fury. 

Pushing him off me, I slapped him hard. As he stood in shock I slapped him a few more times, tears running down my face, repeatedly asking him, "why, why, why?" He withstood this assault, then gathered me in his arms and placed a kiss on my mouth. "See, we can be friends and good ones," he said. 

I picked up my clothes, but he told me to leave them off and sit in his chair stark naked. Opening the folders he had collected from the floor he advised me that we did have some work to do. For the next couple of hours we actually went over much of the material in a very business like manner, even though I was thread bare. Thankfully we were not interrupted by anybody during the entire time.

Finally, he closed the folders and piled them on one side of his desk. Walking over to me, he pulled out his penis and placed it in my hands. I rubbed him up and down and slowly started licking the tip and sides. His moans of ecstasy told me that my power over him was returning and maybe I would be able to avenge myself. 

Naseem stuck his hand into my wet pussy, rubbed some juices into my rectum and on his prick. He positioned himself behind my rear and rammed his dick home. My ass had not healed as much as I thought and it was an intensely painful entry. However, I was now impaled on his cock and Naseem was enjoying every movement he made into and out of my orifice. Soon he began to pump in earnest and stickiness engulfed my backside. As he pulled out a stream of cum dribbled out and stained the carpet. 

The next morning, he greeted me with a smile, stuck his hand down my shalwar and copped a feel of my boobs when I brought him some paperwork. Although I had submitted to him the night before, and even enjoyed the sex, I had in no way forgiven him for the humiliation I had suffered so recently. I was keen to find a way to bring him down.

IV

Naseem had been paying more attention to me than normal and I noted that Abida did not appear too happy with the arrangement. My suspicions grew that there was something not fully cut and dried about their relationship. She seemed to be spending quite a lot of time with the VP's Assistant, Amber. The way they looked at me left no doubt that there was some speculation about my interaction with Naseem. I felt that I had somehow stepped on Abida's toes and she was using the inexperienced Amber as an ally and sounding board. 

Figuring I was on to something, I decided to go see the VP just prior to closing time. "Mr. Jameel, pardon me for bothering you, but I have a serious personal problem to discuss," I pleaded. However, as he was known to be keen on workplace ethics, promoting gender equality and free communication, I was told I could have 10 minutes of his time.

"Sir, I do not know how to say this, but I am feeling sexually harassed in this environment," I blurted. 

"What do you mean, Maryum?" he asked with obvious concern. 

"Sir, Mr. Naseem is trying to proposition me and I am a simple girl from a respectable family, I cannot do what I think he wants," I faked. I spun a yarn about Naseem's womanizing habits. 

This did not appear to take Mr. Jameel by surprise. "Come on, he has just come from Norway and his way of work is open, maybe you have misread him," he commented. 

"That is fine sir, but he has been asking me for dates at lunch and at night. Not only that, he has been chasing Abida around quite a bit," I continued. 

"I have seen them go for lunch a few times, but they are colleagues and I am not a mullah to stop them," he retorted. 

This was not going the way I wanted. Instead he had a good reason for each of Naseem's actions. That he did not know about our trysts was certain, but he did not appear bothered about internal fraternizing, as long as people were professional during work hours. 

I tried another approach, adding, "Sir, that is not all, he has tried to proposition Amber and she was upset the other day." 

He suddenly stopped and appeared to be dazed. "What did you say?" he rasped. 

"He wants to get involved with innocent little Amber and is trying to act nice to her," the words just formed in my mouth, "and I am sure that she is too inexperienced to see his real motives." 

"Maryum, I suggest you go home, I'll look into the matter," he said dismissing me, fuming because of the bombshell I had just dropped.

I saw Amber getting ready to leave and asked her to wait up for me. As we left the building I told her that she was looking really good lately and that anyone would love to go out with her. She retorted that she was here to work not get hooked up, though I knew that for her marrying someone from the office would be a step up from her current lower middle class economic state at home. I apologized quickly, telling her that it was okay to be socializing with work friends, particularly Naseem who was a real gentleman, if there was a group of people around. She was painfully naïve about the reputation of the person and was somewhat surprised as Naseem had talked to her many times, but never really about anything social or sexual. 

The same evening, I called Naseem and advised him that the boss was concerned that there may be something above board between us. However, I dropped a hint deliberately that Amber had mentioned how handsome he was and that she would not mind seeing him. I figured his ego and base nature would trump over his brains and he would make a move on her that would damn him in the eyes of the VP.

V

As planned and expected, Naseem spent a little more time than usual around Amber the next morning. Mr. Jameel was at the HQ building for the weekly meeting with the CEO and as noon approached, Naseem asked her if she would like to go for lunch. Amber, keeping in mind what I had said to her the evening before, was happy to go as long as Abida and another guy in the office came along. This was agreed and they went off to a nice restaurant in town. Since she did not want to disturb Mr. Jameel in his meeting, she sent him a text message simply stating, "Went to lunch with Naseem, we'll be back by 2:30 pm." She absent-mindedly forgot to mention that two other people were also with them.

Mr. Jameel had just exited the HQ and was rushing back to the office. The text message immediately put his senses on high alert, given the information I had fed to him earlier. I had rightly surmised that he would not be so concerned about Naseem's relationship with Abida or me. I had heard loose office talk of an arrangement to hire me. I had also heard other tongues wagging regarding Naseem's relationship with Abida, and felt the VP must have had some inkling. But where Amber was concerned, he was extremely possessive and treated her more like a daughter than an assistant. For her to be consorting with the office Romeo would just not do. I had been hoping that he may have felt jealous that Naseem was hitting on a girl that he had selected for himself. But while the jealous amour arrow went wildly awry, I had instead hit the jackpot by playing on his potential paternalistic concerns.

Knowing Amber was off site, and Mr. Jameel was not so happy about things, I upped the ante. "Sir, it's possible Amber is going to not come back from lunch, I heard something about taking the afternoon off and going to the mountains," I lied through my teeth. Mr. Jameel did not appear to fall for the obvious bait and shooed me away, but soon I noted one of the secretaries calling Naseem to come in for a business meeting immediately. Since they had no plans to extend the outing, and had nearly finished lunch, no one was any wiser about the reason for the call from the office. 

Amber, Naseem and party returned laughing and chatting from their meal. They entered the office with Naseem between the girls, having an arm each around Amber's and Abida's shoulders. Mr. Jameel looked angry standing in the central office area, but went into his office without a word. A little later when Amber went in to deliver some documents, he asked her to shut the door and sit. When she came out after about half an hour, she had turned pale and had tears in her eyes. Seeing my opportunity I pulled her into the corridor and asked her if everything was okay. Sniffling she said the VP had been extremely angry that she had gone to lunch with Naseem, who she was told had a very bad reputation. She was ordered to desist from going anywhere with him whether or not others came along. I now knew which lever to press with the VP, and also was happy that my revenge was taking shape. Also I now could see the outline of how to turn things if I felt Amber was a bigger threat than she already was.

VI

I now had to get some more dirt on Naseem. In order to dissuade him from chasing me all the time, I needed other support. This I found in the shape of Imran, an assistant manager who worked on logistics. He was a thin, spindly looking fellow, with no real attractive attributes. However, he had his own car and lived fairly close to my boarding house. By siding up to him, I could get an ally, and also free transportation that would save me the money I was spending each month to and from work. 

A week after we started getting friendly and coming to work together, I felt it was time things moved up a notch. As he drove us home one evening, I purposefully dropped my purse into his lap. I picked it up with one hand while squeezing his penis with the other. The car nearly went off the road and we were lucky that traffic was light. He looked at me with surprise and I worked my hand back to his crotch, unzipping his fly and pulling out his shorter than average sized prick. As he drove, I worked my hands on his dick. He began to enjoy the motion and said he had to stop. 

We drove to a secluded spot in the Margalla hills and I eagerly put his cock in my mouth. By now I was a cock-sucking expert and the poor guy had no hope in hell. Very shortly he had his first girl induced orgasm (I sure he had been a wanker before I got his rocks off). 

We got out of the car and he stood me up against the trunk. We kissed for quite a while and he explored my curves. He wanted very badly to fuck me but I insisted on a condom. Of course, he did not have one on him. Given the look of disappointment on his face, I asked if he would take responsibility if something happened. He agreed without a thought and I was soon sitting on the trunk with my legs spread and shalwar off. He tried to find my entry hole and I guided him close to the opening, squeezing his dick very hard as it entered. He was too involved to figure out that I was well utilized; rather he thought he was encountering my hymen. As he struggled, I let go and he entered with no trouble at all. Just to make the point I hissed sharply, suggesting that he had popped my cherry! He came mightily and I pushed him out as he sprayed his jism into me and all around. Imran had a look of immense satisfaction on his face and I had my slave. I had been very concerned that the rape and sex with Naseem and partners had resulted in a pregnancy, and if so, I now had the patsy to take the blame for fatherhood or the costs for an abortion. Just to make the point I whispered in his ear, "you need to use a condom the next time we do this!" 

VII

Naseem was not too happy about the new development. I went out of the way to act lovey-dovey with Imran in the office. Since I was coming and going with him, I had no reasons to be staying late. Also as Imran was acting real chivalrous, I was letting him buy me dinner and entertain me regularly, leaving no opportunity for Naseem to be alone with me. The longer I kept him at a distance and continued to be chummy with Imran, the more Naseem got irritated. Given his nature, he was on the lookout for a quick lay and, as I was apparently off the market for the time being, he had to spread his wings elsewhere. This left only two choices, Abida and Amber. 

I figured that he would make a play for Amber, since the lunch had been pleasant and he was not aware of the anger expressed by Mr. Jameel. Sure enough he hovered around her about an hour before lunch, and asked if she would be up to Chinese food, which she had once confessed was her favorite cuisine. Amber snapped back that she was busy and not interested in going for lunch. Not getting the message, he figured she truly was tied up. Following the weekend he again tried to get her out and got the same answer. Not being used to refusal from the junior staff, he called her at home for a possible dinner date. Once again she turned him down, claiming she had visitors at home and could not leave. Concerned at his persistence, Amber called me for advice on the matter. I acted surprised at hearing that Naseem was calling her and instead suggested she brought the matter up to the boss.

The next day, Amber walked into Mr. Jameel's office and burst into tears. "You were absolutely right, Sir, Mr. Naseem is a bad person who only has one thing on his mind," she blurted. The VP, taken by surprise, asked her what the matter was. "Sir, he has been bothering me, night and day, asking for a date," she complained. "I am not the type of girl he wants. Just because he had something with Abida or if Maryum and Imran are having an affair, does not mean I am going to have sex with him," she continued to spew forth her anger. Amber ran him through the events of the past week, including the offers for meals and the call at home. I had already wound the VP up and this was the straw that would normally have broken the camel's back. 

Unfortunately for me, a board meeting was around the corner and the VP was too busy to follow up on the matter right then. He had advised Amber to steer clear and had in fact also asked Naseem to let her be as she felt he had an ulterior motive. As expected Naseem had feigned ignorance and, while the VP did not take any immediate action, his mind was poisoned. 

VII

Given the run of bad luck he had with Amber, and the fact that I was not easily available, it was expected that Naseem would have to find his release elsewhere. I was wondering if he would make a move on Abida as, contrary to rumour, I had really not seen them together since joining the company. There was every chance that he would find a way to soothe matters with her, so it was important to close this avenue for him too.

I went in to see the VP and thanked him for his help in getting Naseem off my back. He was somewhat surprised since he had not done anything in that context. He was relieved that the matter would go away. Imagine my luck when his phone rang and Saadia, the cute wireless engineer, who was related to the VP, called up. Since lunch time was at hand, he suggested a meal together and sent his car over to pick her up. 

Mr. Jameel was busy with some visitors when she arrived and asked me to seat her somewhere. Trickily I took her over to Naseem's office. Since they knew each other from her earlier visits to the office, she had no problem sitting there and chatting. Unable to resist a beautiful girl, Naseem went on a charm offensive. Saadia was laughing as he attempted to flatter her. Just as the VP came over to collect her, she turned to him and said, "call me soon and we will get together," the context being a meeting with the wireless team on some technical aspects. Mr. Jameel, who only heard the end of the exchange, took her hand, leading her out of the room and to the elevator bank. All the while he had a look of puzzlement on his face. I am sure he was wondering if Naseem had been hitting on her, which he had, but not as had been heard by the VP.




Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 04



PART IV -- THE WEASEL

Naseem was gone from my life and although it was pleasing to savour my victory, I had paid a real high price for it. Though Naseem had not made his case for reinstatement or responded in any way that I was aware of, I was not sure that this status quo would remain. For all I knew, his cohorts supposedly had a video record of my rape, and if this was somehow used as a tool against me, I would not be considered a victim but an active participant. I had to find myself a few more confidantes and supporters to back up my side of things if push came to shove.

I was surprised that Naseem did not make any protestations to the VP, having expected him to use his friendship with the other consultant to make his case. Yet none of this materialized and one day he just left the country. Still it was paramount to watch my back given that the folks in the office were now speculating about the reasons for his exit. Although the VP had kept the matter relatively under wraps, there were a few whispers concerning my involvement in the matter. Abida and Amber were cutting a wide berth from me. Even Imran, my "boyfriend," was acting a little cold, perhaps having just realized his supposedly inexperienced girlfriend was actually the office slut. It was critical that I found someone who had some power to wield and would come to my side.

II

My colleague Gibran announced that he was getting married and that the main wedding event in Lahore would be followed by a party in Islamabad. The VP asked about the pre-wedding henna ceremony, which was local custom, but was surprised to hear that, as Gibran had no family in Lahore, there would be no event. Always a team person, Mr. Jameel offered the use of his own large residence in Lahore for the party, given that many from the office and regional sales teams were planning to attend the main wedding party and the fact that he commuted to that city every weekend. 

I was interested in going, given that Abida, Amber and most of the other folks were making the trip. Unfortunately, my father refused permission for me to travel. Apparently he rightly figured that I would be up to no good. I tried to get the VP to back up a story I had concocted about a field visit in Lahore, but he would have none of it. 

Left alone I wondered what to do and for once felt good about going home to Abbotabad. It was on the next day that I got an interesting phone call. Mahfooz, the guy who had introduced me to the company had some hot gossip from the night before concerning Amber. She had gone with the group to Lahore, but then had apparently been seen alone with the Logistics Manager, Haramoon Mardood, in his hotel room quite late at night. Knowing that Amber had planned to stay at the VP's house, under the guidance of his mother and family, while the guys were to be at a rest house, the very idea of indiscretion by two of Mr. Jameel's most trusted people was very tasty, even if not exactly verifiable. 

I returned to Islamabad on the same night and told Naila what I had heard and how I wished it were true. While we sucked and fingered each other on her bed, our minds worked to turn things to my advantage. The little chickie had to pay for being the boss's favourite. As Naila tongued my pussy, I had a truly earth shattering orgasm. She bit down on my thigh, calling me a "verifiably evil person" for getting my rocks off thinking about the plan to destroy Amber's reputation. 

While Mahfooz's story had many gaps and seemed less than plausible, a woman left alone can create myths without much effort, a supposedly scorned one can raise hell, and two heads are infinitely better than one. By the end of the day an entire scenario had been created. I called many of the folks who had not made the trip, implying that something was amiss between Amber and Haramoon. The story aired had Haramoon seducing the innocent girl, by taking her to his hotel on some pretext, giving her a sedative or alcoholic drink to reduce her inhibitions and ability to resist, and then forcing her to part with her virginity. The silly girl, now soiled, could not do anything to him as Haramoon was in a position of power, and further because she was now ashamed to tell anyone, least of all the VP. May not sound much at all in a western context, but this could be the plot of a thousand Indian and Pakistani movies. What was interesting is that in the past few weeks, I had noticed Amber getting socially comfortable with Haramoon in the office, and he had often playfully tried to cuddle up though without reciprocity from her side.

On Sunday the group, minus the VP who had work to attend to in Multan the next day, returned to Islamabad and all went to the walima (post-wedding) dinner. This time I was free to attend, as my father had no worries about an event in town. I was quite happy to see that Amber was happily engaged in conversation with Haramoon and even sat next to him for dinner. Even though their interaction did not indicate any sign of intimacy, I could already see many raised eyebrows and questioning looks from people who had gotten some inkling of the rumour I had been spreading. 

III

I was moving against Amber and the stupid twit could not figure out that she was now at least the object of interest for many, if not pure lust for them. Quite a few persons asked her out for lunch and she was surprised by the attention. Every time the stupid girl accepted, she was damned even more in the eyes of the team. More interestingly I noted a few of the guys going to see Haramoon and congratulating him on his conquest. He seemed to be enjoying the hero feeling also and doing nothing to dispel the rumours. 

As he left the office one evening, I asked if he would give me a ride home. Haramoon was happy to comply, even though my residence was completely on the other side of town. While we had no direct work linkage, I had struck up a sort of rapport with him and would often join him for a few bawdy jokes or less than professional conversation. Going direct to the point with Haramoon was never going to be an issue as he had often hinted he would like to do the nasty with me during our chit chats. 

As we drove, I whispered, "you seem to have become a hero, I heard you were lucky with Amber." Haramoon jerked stiff, smiled and responded, "well some of us are good and get our rewards." The sniveling bastard was taking credit without so much as ever hearing how much I knew. I played along, "was she good in bed?" Haramoon seemed to expand replying, "virgins are not fun, but she will get better over time," implying that the relationship was continuing. I was enjoying every moment of this, as my rumour had taken the shape of reality. "So did you fuck her at the VP's house or at your hotel?" I quizzed him some more. "Well, half way during the party, she said she needed to be dropped at a cousin's house and I volunteered. Instead I took her to my room and we did it there," was his answer. "What was best for you?" I ventured, barely concealing my laughter. "Taking her virginity was nice, but I enjoyed it most when I had her suck my cock," came his reply. "Was she willing or did you give her some alcohol to reduce her inhibitions?" I probed further. "Oh, no, she was ready for a while to have sex, but gave it to a real man, with no need for alcohol or anything," he boasted. "Are her tits nice, she does look like she has a nice set, though of a medium size?" I probed. "Well, her tits are just a bit bigger than oranges, but quite perky and hard, of course sweeter than sugar" he verbally illustrated. "So did she stay all night or did you have to get her back?" I hooked him along. "Oh she stayed with me till about 10 a.m., when I sent her back to the VP's house, but we did not sleep much," he responded indicating that they had done the deed a few times. "Nobody saw her with you?" I asked. "No, I was careful that no one came to my room and I slipped her out to a taxi when the others were at a late breakfast," was his explanation. 

The tale had gone far enough and it was time to give him a dose of reality. "Well, that's all good for you, but if she left at ten, how come I received a phone call from Amber, Abida and Mr. Jameel, from the VPs house around 9 a.m. saying they had missed me, the party had ended at 6 a.m., when you left with the guys, and that the girls had stayed at his house?" I rammed my advantage home. "What?" he stammered, losing control. I had made up a total lie about the call, which I had not received from the girls or the VP, but had rather heard from another colleague that events had run quite late. He went red in the face and I now knew for sure that he had not gotten anywhere near Amber's honey pot, except as a figment of his active imagination. 

"Please don't tell anyone, they all believe I have fucked her, and if they find out otherwise I will be the butt of every joke in the company," he implored. Apparently the rumour had made its way to him by way of a few colleagues who had congratulated him, while still in Lahore, and by the time he had reached Islamabad, he believed in his own mind that he had achieved the near impossible. "Well, your secret is safe with me, and you can continue being a hero, but I am glad you have put doubts into people's minds about innocent little Amber, and I would be very happy if you do one day get to fuck her," I promised him. Wow, I was truly impressed with the phone system, as a few white lies to some folks around the country had in fact mushroomed very nicely into a full blown drama now being watched with interest by my colleagues countrywide.

Haramoon thanked me profusely, since he was mortified I would be reporting the matter to senior management, and that the VP would not take kindly to any loose talk concerning Amber. However, I was in need of allies and this one could prove particularly useful if he remained in his important position. I asked him if he still was in the mood for an office fuck. He was initially surprised, but catching on quickly he drove me home, since his wife and daughter were visiting hiss. As I did not have to be at the hostel till 10 p.m., we had more than three hours available to cement our bond. Haramoon was as good as my bitch for now and I had every intention of enjoying this dominance over a senior manager.

IV

Entering his house, I lay back against his chest and instinctively he put his hands around my boobs. He bent me over the sofa in the family room and began to grope to open my shalwar. Soon he had managed this and lifted the hem of my kameez to expose my ass. He stuck one finger into my pussy from behind and began to move it back and forth. As I spread my legs wider, he was able to insert another. We continued for a while and he managed to squeeze four fingers into my cunt. As his hand worked my vagina and began to get wet with my juices, he positioned his thumb on my asshole and pushed it in. Although it was not as large as some of the cocks I had taken there, the dryness felt harsh. He was now holding my insides as if I was a 6-pack of beverages. He kept working his fingers in and out of my orifices and I lay face front over the back of the sofa, coming furiously. 

I discarded my clothes quickly and ran into his bedroom. Pictures of his wife and kid were all over the place. I felt strangely aroused that I was violating the inner most sanctum of his wife's domain. "Fuck her," I thought, I need this guy's support. It was much later that I discovered that his current wife was in fact a former secretary whom he had impregnated. He was separated from his first wife, who lived with his other kids, but not divorced. Under Islamic law, he could have multiple wives, and the bastard had no problems adding to conquests on the side. 

Haramoon had removed all his clothing, except for his boxer shorts and we kissed for a while on the bed, while he fondled my breasts and privates. He raised my legs and put his tongue on my pussy, licking me deep inside. While Naila was no slouch as far as sucking pussy was concerned, I was impressed at the job, Haramoon was doing. I wondered if was equally adept when it came to using his prick. 

As he came up for air, I flipped him over pinning his head under my pussy. Since I was at the edge of the bed, I stood up, grabbed at his boxers and pulled them down. Lying there, in a most unexpectedly limp form, was the teeniest wiener I had seen on any male to date. I could not tell if it was soft or fully erect as the appendage was perhaps three inches at most. Figuring it needed stimulus to expand, I took it in my hand to discover it was a fully throbbing and hard penis, just on the very junior size. Unfortunately, I made a smart remark about expecting bigger rewards, given the size of his stories and energy. Haramoon turned red but I pushed him back on the bed and enveloped it with my mouth. Giving head had been more like taking a lollypop; this was like tasting hors d'oeuvres, barely on the palette. After a near eternity, I felt him stiffen and a few drops leaked out of him. 

His prick flopped back as if dead and shriveled to half its already small size. I gave him a few minutes to get his breath and then started to massage it again. I had not yet been properly fucked and he was not going to get away. But after 10 minutes, the cock looked even punier and I had to give up. "Come here," I ordered, "and finger me again. He complied quickly, still ashamed at the lack of performance. Soon my legs began to shake and I came nicely. As he removed his hand, I caught his prick again and kissed it, figuring he should feel better. "Maybe next time you should use Viagra, I suggested," a barb he did not appreciate, but accepted with grace anyway. 

I had learnt definitively that nothing had happened in Lahore. Amber had in fact accompanied Haramoon and others to their hotel prior to the start of the party, where she had been among a sizable group of people, and then had returned to the VP's house for the main party with the all team members staying at the hotel. She had been in Haramoon's room, all right, but with about half a dozen other people also there. Upon much needling, Haramoon had confessed that he wanted to fuck both Abida and Amber, particularly now having been intimate with me. He had hated Naseem for his friendship with Abida and I wondered why I had not taken his help earlier in getting Naseem out of the picture. This also explained why I had always noticed Naseem really talk down to Haramoon, like if he was some kind of low caste or untouchable. Haramoon now lusted for Amber, who had been respectful and friendly towards him and little else, but did not want to have a run in with Mr. Jameel. My rumour had made him some kind of hero as most persons in the group were apt to believe anything that involved a senior manager, but had not yet made it to the boss's ears. 

V

Things began to shape up further when the boss announced a national sales conference in Peshawar in early-December, some two weeks after the wedding. The group drove up in a caravan of cars, with one set splitting off for a private party in another town and the rest continuing to our hotel in Peshawar. Abida, Amber and I, the three females in the group were put in the same hotel room, while the guys doubled up. Mr. Jameel had a room on his own and made sure he was in the one right across the corridor from the girls. I playfully ribbed him about his proximity to the females and true to form his response was that we were his responsibility till the end of the event and he would watch that we got into no trouble.

It was quite late when the guys returned from their party. Haramoon had brought some food back and for some odd reason, Amber was famished. As they sat on the same bed and he handed her choice morsels, he repeatedly found reason to rub her shoulders, legs or arms, ensuring that those around would notice. Amber was too tired, too hungry or too innocent to realize what was happening. Stupidly she let him put a number of morsels in her mouth and he took advantage of rubbing around her lips and once even leaving his finger in her mouth so that she absent-mindedly sucked on it expecting a piece of kebab. Lucky for her, Mr. Jameel ran him off soon after. I figured he did not like that antic from Haramoon and was keen on everyone catching some sleep before the conference opened formally in a few hours. 

The conference events went very well and Mr. Jameel looked relieved. I was surprised to learn that he had not slept one wink but had remained up ensuring all arrangements for the event were in place. The 12 hour meet went off without a hitch and, despite not having any sleep at all, the VP was full of energy and zip. 

The evening consisted of local food and tribal music. Liquor flowed profusely amongst those who imbibed, Haramoon and myself included. Many a bottle was laid to waste and inhibitions lowered progressively. We returned to the hotel and moved into one of the rooms for a follow up party. With a music TV channel playing loudly, I began to dance and soon Haramoon was holding me from behind and gyrating along. Most of the other guys figured we were drunk, which was somewhat true. Imran did not approve of alcohol and left the hotel in a huff when he saw me drunk and dancing lewdly. 

Haramoon next took my hand and led me to my room, where Amber and Abida had just changed into their night clothes. He flopped onto Amber's bed and lay down as in a daze, while she wondered what to do. While we waited for things to move further, the VP called us all to join him and others in the Regional Manager's room, where they had received a celebration cake from one of our suppliers. As Abida and Amber went off with him, I jumped into the restroom, while Haramoon remained in bed. 

A few moments later, I heard a knock at the bathroom door. I let Haramoon in and he was unhappy that I had not gone along with Abida, leaving him the possibility of being alone with Amber to try his luck. Given that I had recently fucked him, I should have felt slighted, but the idea of Amber being deflowered and brought to earth was too enticing. I doubt that he would have succeeded, given the fact that she was friendly to him but not cuddly, and more to the point, Mr. Jameel was watching her like a hawk and would likely not leave her alone with any of the guys. But still I enjoyed the thrill of Haramoon's chase for her.

I put my hands on his crotch, undid his zipper and searched for his prick. It took a while to find and without removing his trousers it was not going to stick out far enough. I put my mouth around it and felt that maybe it grew a further few millimeters. Holding his penis in my hand, I took him to the bedroom. After locking the door, I had him lie down and straddled him from above. I inserted the little fellow into my opening and a couple of times it flopped out, not only was he small, my cunt was quite well used too by this time. Finally it stayed in place and I began to move forwards and back and up and down. 

Feeling almost nothing in my pussy, I asked him to insert some fingers to hold his prick in place. Now, with a bigger object going in and out of me, it was more like being fucked. I kept humping him for at least half an hour before he let out a small squeal and went still. He was coming, just a few drops, but potentially dangerous. "Fuck me," I yelped, getting up quickly. I had forgotten to put a condom on him and he had now come in me. It would be quite ironic if, having survived full on sex and multiple unprotected rapes with a number of well-endowed persons, I got a bun in my oven from this near castrato. 

As we lay in the bed, I asked how he kept his wife satisfied. I was shocked at his response that they had sex rarely, but his wife had a few friends on the side to service her needs. Apparently she had only married him because of the pregnancy during their affair and that too on the first go. Perhaps he made up in fertility where he lacked in size and gusto. I was now truly worried and tried my best to wash out my insides with water and even some diluted scotch. That stung like hell, but I prayed to high heaven and stoically took the pain. 




Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 05



MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH – PART V – THE FOREIGNERS

I had come very close to being fired and, with my probationary period extended indefinitely, any further indiscretion would see me back at the mercy of my parents. It was critical that for the near future, I delivered on work above and beyond the call of duty. Rather than my usual 5-6 pm exit, I started to stay late an extra hour, often asking colleagues for a ride home and picking their brains. I made a strong note of toning down my office related sexual activity for a bit, after all Naila was always there to service my needs. While Haramoon was still an ally, his own position was even more tenuous. I had to find other senior level supporters. But, most immediately, I had to improve my standing in the eyes of the VP. 

II

My opportunity for the latter came pretty soon. The VP’s anniversary rolled by and his wife came up from Lahore for the weekend. She had spent much of her life abroad, since their marriage, and was equally at home in local or Western attire. Just prior to 4 pm, she walked in to the office, dressed to kill in designer jeans, a frilly blouse which allowed some cleavage to show, snazzy heels and a leather jacket that framed her figure incredibly well, certainly not the kind of outfit you would ordinarily see in the country. Mr. Jameel took one look at his wife, decided he would finish things early and asked her to chat with the girls while he tidied up. 

Sensing my opportunity, notably to score points with the boss, I waited for her to leave his office and repair to the conference room with Amber and Abida. “Sir, this is your first anniversary in Islamabad, why don’t you make it special?” I suggested. “I certainly hope it will be special,” he responded. “Sir, when one of my cousins had his anniversary, we decorated the whole house with flowers and made it appear like the first wedding night,” I explained, “I am sure your wife will like this sort of gesture.” The VP smiled, “it would be nice, but two problems, it will be costly and I have no time to be setting this up.” “Oh no, Sir,” I offered, “some of us were having a discussion and we would like to do this as an anniversary present to you.” “Okay Maryum, that would certainly be nice, what do you want me to do?” he asked. “Just leave us a key and beep my mobile before you leave for dinner; once we are done, I’ll beep you back and you can surprise your wife,” I took him through the process. Mr. Jameel kept a spare key in his office and was happy to hand it over to me. 

Thinking fast, I had Imran, my on-again, off-again boyfriend, run over to the nearest bakery and get a suitable cake. By the time, Mr. Jameel was ready to take his wife home; I had an impromptu birthday party and all of the office folks already in the conference room. Needless to say, the VP and his wife were touched by my action and I scored significant points. Sensing that Mrs. Jameel was not taking kindly to Amber, who she thought was acting too friendly to her husband, I dropped a few hints about how Amber was usually lucky to get invited to join him for a meal, while the rest of us rarely had the opportunity. Mrs. Jameel soon built up a healthy distaste for Amber, all the time while my standing rose. I decided against saying anything bad about Abida as overkill was not needed at the time, in any case Amber was the bigger bee in my bonnet. 

III

As planned, Imran and I went over to the VP’s house and did a slam bang job using flowers and tinsel to prepare a bridal chamber. We strategically spread rose petals all the way from the front door to the bedroom, suggesting a red carpet. The bedroom lights were disconnected or removed and we placed slow burn candles in many places, lighting them just as we were supposed to exit, having beeped the VP that we were done. 

But the heady atmosphere was turning both of us on, and the lack of time meant that we would have to hurry to put the guest room to good use. Figuring that the couple would be at least thirty minutes away, we stripped out of our clothes quickly and jumped into the bed. 

“We should have put some flowers and candles in here also,” Imran opined, and to be frank I had to agree with that. We began to kiss with gusto and soon I could feel a real moistening on my patch. Imran looked a bit lost and I inquired what was up. Apparently he could not locate the condoms I had advised him to carry. Figuring I may have one in my bag, I asked him to check there but to no avail.

“I wonder if Mr. Jameel has some in the bedroom,” he blurted out jumping out of bed, “let me go check.” I tried to pull him back but he was out of the guest room and into the master bedroom in no time. It took him a good five minutes to return, but the smile on his face meant that the search was a success. By this time, we had all but forgotten about the anniversary couple and momentarily Imran’s rubberized dick was buried in my pussy. 

Just then we heard the front door swing open and Mr. and Mrs. Jameel walk in. The door to the guest room was closed, but the light was on and could be seen from under it. We froze in mid-fuck waiting for them to walk in on us. I could hardly breathe, though Imran’s dick was throbbing and bringing me close to release. 

“Oh what a lovely job,” Mrs. Jameel exclaimed, “how did you manage?” 

“It was Maryum’s idea, she has been trying to repair her image,” her husband responded, “and I must say I am impressed.” 

Oh dear, I had succeeded in improving my standing and now it would all go to naught if he came into our room and saw the action going on. A small squeak left my lips and Imran quickly put his hand over my mouth. He had begun to sweat profusely too while waiting for the inevitable.

“I do need to thank her tomorrow,” she added, “or perhaps you would like to show her a nice time!” I could sense that she was ribbing him.

“Well do you want me to call her over for a three-way?” Mr. Jameel was giggling as he suggested something to his wife that I would have accepted immediately. “Now why in the world was Imran there, bad timing,” I figured, “this could have gone far!”

“Don’t you even think about it,” his wife warned him back, chuckling all the same, “let’s see if you can handle just me first!” 

“I imagine you will like the bedroom even better than the lounge,” Mr. Jameel suggested, “but first, let’s get into the mood.” 

I had pushed Imran away and, getting off the bed, had sided up close to the door. Imran followed me and we chanced a peek outside. Mr. Jameel was in the process of kissing and undressing his wife. While still standing in the main entrance lobby of the house, he undid and removed her blouse, tossing it onto a sofa. She sat down on an armchair and stuck a leg out to him. Not uttering a word, he undid her trousers and slowly pulled them off. Without an ounce of fat on her, she looked very tasty in a dark corset, slinky panty, lacy stockings and killer heels. She also had beautifully long legs and I was wondering if she would be bared totally while in our sights. I could audibly hear Imran’s heartbeat increasing as the drama unfolded. Mr. Jameel tossed off his shoes and began to undress, while his wife helped undo his belt. There was a squeal of protest when, after discarding his jacket, tie and trousers, he grasped her close and undid the clasps on the back of her corset while giving her a deep kiss. That piece of clothing soon dropped to the ground and his hands moved down to her panty. That was the only garment visibly covering the last vestige of her modesty, other than the stockings and heels still left on her body. Her back was well proportioned and we tensed, waiting for her to be totally nude. Instead of tackling the panty, Mr. Jameel lifted her up and put her over his shoulder. “Put me down,” his wife implored, but he insisted on carrying her into the bedroom, not allowing us to sight more than just the tops her boobs. For a second it looked like he would overbalance her and fall into the room we were in, but he righted himself by standing her up for a moment, alas with her back towards us, but allowing Imran and me a much closer view of her in near nakedness. Playfully he picked her up again and carried her into the main bedroom, unfortunately with her hands covering her breasts. An audible thump told us that they were both on the bed. We did not get to see them threadbare, but what we did see was marvelous. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Imran suggested. I, however, had my hands on his cock, which had swollen significantly as he had watched Mrs. Jameel with lust in his eyes. I had to get him back on track. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now,” I ordered him instead, turned on by the happenings in the other room. He complied without a word, obviously motivated by the vision of the boss’s wife, and soon had a nice rhythm pounding my cunt. He tensed and came, but I pulled him closer till he brought me over the edge. I had one of the most satisfying climaxes I had ever experienced. Thankfully, Imran managed to stifle my moans with a pillow over my face; any louder and he would have needed to suffocate me. 

Quickly dressing, without bothering to clean up, we turned off the light and opened the door slightly. Luckily Mr. Jameel had the bedroom door nearly shut and we were able to slip into the living room undetected. Their clothes were discarded all over the room; hers were exceedingly stylish, his businesslike. By the sounds coming from inside, we could tell they were definitely having a second honeymoon.  

Rather than risk discovery, we surmised it was time to leave. Much against my inquisitive nature, I reluctantly willed myself against taking a peek inside the bedroom. The key was in the front door lock. As I opened the door it creaked rather loudly. “Did you hear that?” Mrs. Jameel hissed. It took him a bit of time to get up and check, allowing us to run out, closing the door behind ourselves. He turned the handle and was surprised to see that it opened. “Did I not lock the door?” he inquired of his wife. “Guess we were having a real good time and I forgot,” he surmised as he locked it finally. 

Imran and I moved out from behind his car, right in front of the main gate. Not wanting to risk any more noise we had to go over the thankfully low boundary wall. Imran had parked in front of the neighbouring house and luckily Mr. Jameel had not noticed it. Needless to say we were glad to be out in time and with a meaningful sexual episode. 

IV

Mr. Jameel was at his desk earlier than most of the staff the next day. I had wondered if he would be late given the tasty dish he was savouring after dinner the night before. However, there appeared to be a certain spring in his step, he smiled a lot more than usual and was chatty with many of the staff. As he came by my station, he unexpectedly gave me a tap on the shoulder, playfully rapped a knuckle on my head and tossed my hair, a series of actions that was certainly noted by the others around my workstation. I figured that I had done a fair bit towards redeeming myself in his eyes. It was important to keep things going in the right direction. 

Mrs. Jameel was heading back to Lahore the same day, but stopped by for lunch at the office. She was dressed sharp as ever, this time in a designer shalwar kameez, but wore a distinctly tired look as if she did not get much sleep the night before. Imran, who saw her enter the premises, had a raging hard-on the minute he laid eyes on her. He had after all seen quite a bit of her just a few hours earlier and would replay that episode in his mind thousands of times.

“I am sure you looked really sensational last night,” I complimented Mrs. Jameel, not indicating how much of her I did see, “hope you enjoyed your anniversary.” 

“Thank you so much for the lovely set up, it was a real nice surprise,” she professed. 

“We have a lot of flowers at the house in Abbotabad and I am used to making things pretty with them, in fact next time please do come over to my home for a weekend,” I made an offer that suggested my sincerity. Looking out the side of my eyes, I noted Amber and Abida stiffen as I spoke and she appeared to accept in principle. 

The girls were even more perturbed as on the way out after the team had joined the couple for lunch. Mrs. Jameel happily accepted a kiss on her cheek from me. “Actually Maryum,” she said, “you are the one that deserves one,” and moved to kiss my cheek. Thinking on instinct, I turned my head slightly and our lips connected. She did not realize I had moved and completed the kiss with an audible smooching sound before becoming aware that the situation was a bit changed. She froze for an instant, our lips still in contact, allowing me to return her kiss. However, nothing further was said as she stepped back, waved at me and went into the elevator. She did taste sweet, fresh and juicy, but I doubted that anything would transpire further with her. The moment, however, had been witnessed by many in the office, notably Amber and Abida; it had been a calculated gamble and seemed to be paying off well.

Mr. Jameel asked for the key back when he returned from lunch. I had foresightedly arranged for a duplicate. He had the habit of leaving for Lahore over the weekends and I figured his guest room would be a great place for my trysts. 

“Thanks for everything Maryum,” he let me know, “it was a nice thing to do.” 

“It was my pleasure, sir,” I replied in a barely disguised lascivious manner, “just let me know if you ever need anything done for you, and I’ll be happy to help,” sizing up to him, letting my breast rub his shoulder for an extended moment, mouthing a silent “Happy Anniversary” and planting a light kiss on his cheek. I pulled away slowly, accidentally-on-purpose letting my left hand brush across his crotch, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The VP was surprised, but did not react disapprovingly, instead he directed me out of the office, giving a slight tap on my rear as I left, a smile beginning to form on his lips. 

IV

The much delayed privatization of the company finally moved forward. Shortly after the final agreements between the stakeholders, management control was turned over to the new investors, Idiotsalat, an Arabian Peninsula based telecom wannabe. Everyone at PT&WC was on the lookout for the new management, wondering whether their positions would be retained or lost. Mr. Jameel began to spend a great deal of time with the incumbent CEO and senior executives at the HQ. Soon a team of foreign advisors was attached to the existing divisions to monitor and understand the situation prior to a full scale management take over. The new management was a godsend for me, giving me a lease on life at the company. 

Munafik Rafiq, the advisor assigned to the Commercial section and thereby the Sales team, was from Malaysia, but had been associated with Idiotsalat in the Arabian Gulf for about a dozen years. He was one of two persons who did not come from an Arab country, this indicated he was pretty good at his job; it also suggested that not being an Emirati he was not on the inside track with the new team. Still he was prone to throw his weight around. Most of the senior managers in the team were quite in awe of the person, the sole exception being Mr. Jameel who treated him with deference, but on an equal footing. 

Attached to Munafik was a younger Arab named Ibtesim Qusummak but happy to be known as IQ. Apparently a couple of years in high school in the US had given him the reason to sound as American as possible, while still dressing in strict Arab garb. IQ was the guy sent by the Arabs to shadow Munafik and learn as quickly as possible.

Munafik quickly got down to business, running the department heads ragged with his demands for information. Mr. Jameel, however, appeared to be taking him in stride, and given his own penchant for factual information and relevant details, soon managed a good working relationship. It did help that after months of poor results, Mr. Jameel had turned the Wireless Division into a lean and mean machine that was delivering sizable volumes. 

IQ, on the other hand, appeared more interested in the extra-curricular activity that may be on hand in Islamabad. He soon struck up a good rapport with some of the younger managers, and also was unusually friendly with the female staff, including myself. However, it did seem that he was watching for an okay from Munafik before he would take any real liberties. 

One day they decided to conduct one-on-one sessions with the office people, with the meetings scheduled for 15 minutes per person. I was assigned a 6 pm slot and was planning to make a real impact. I had brought along a change of clothes and, prior to the meeting, put on tight jeans, a cleavage revealing top and smart heels, much the same outfit as when I had sorted Naseem out. Needless to say both guys appreciated this look as all the other girls had remained in local attire. The other office folk already had me tagged as the company whore and so were not too surprised at the way I was flaunting myself. Deliberately dropping my organizer as I walked in, I bent down so they caught a nice view of my braless boobs. It is likely they probably had serious hard-ons throughout our session. The meeting lasted nearly 45 minutes and, if they did not have other appointments, an invitation to dinner, and perhaps to a bedroom, would have certainly followed.

Mr. Jameel called me into his office the following Monday. “Maryum, you are being reassigned within the Commercial Section,” he advised. 

“Why is that, sir?” I wondered, keeping in mind that I had been on his shit list for quite a while, though I had made efforts to patch up things recently. 

“The Idiotsalat guys need an Executive Assistant,” he explained, “you were the person we agreed would fit the bill.”

“Really, they asked for me,” I was quite elated.

“Well, yes and no,” he responded, “one of them was keen on Amber, but I explained she was already assigned to me and would not like to move. The other guy liked you and we saw eye to eye.”

“Damn,” I thought, “that bitch has again managed to upstage me,” and that too without knowing she was putting me down! However, still I was the chosen one and was keen to get on with my new bosses.

VI

IQ was simply insatiable. By the second day working with them, I had his interest piqued. Time and again he found reason to be in close proximity to me and to touch my hand, waist or any other part he could manage. I kept his advances at bay for an additional day before deciding to give in rather than risk losing his favours to someone else. I had discovered that Munafik had actually picked me, while IQ had his heart set on Amber. Figuring that Munafik would be impressed by my hard work, I tended towards getting IQ on my side and Amber out of his mind through the use of my physical assets. 

Now he had me bent over the armchair in his plush room, in one of the city’s finest hotels, stark naked except for heels and a leather female Bedouin head ornament that covered everything but my eyes. I guess he was fantasizing about fucking one of his back home girls as he incessantly pounded my ass. Although it was difficult to see or even breathe through the contraption, I found it strangely erotic and let him enjoy his fantasy as he liked. 

Munafik and IQ had a meeting at the HQ and suggested I attend part of it. After an hour or so, IQ and I were excused as the senior team was moving on to more strategic matters. As it was almost lunch time, IQ suggested we go to a nice restaurant, one which just happened to be in the very hotel he was staying in. I followed him as we took an elevator up and moved down a corridor. “Do you mind if I drop my stuff in my room and pick something up?” he had politely asked and I agreed without a thought.




Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 06



Part VI -- The Investigation

It did not take long to realize that the Commercial Liaison Supervisor's main job was to keep the foreigners busy and out of the hair of the local management team. IQ made sure he was in my pants whenever the need arose but was only intent on using me as a receptacle for his bodily fluids. Munafik remained impervious to my charms; maybe he was gay or something. 

Amber and Abida seemed to love their new found status and were delighted to be promoted to worthwhile roles. Importantly, neither of them had resorted to using their bodies to move ahead in the company. They were now doing jobs that actually meant something. On the other hand, I had been fucked and then truly fucked!

Imran would not even talk to me now. Abida was in another office. Amber was too busy. Only Haramoon had time on his hands to comfort me in my sorrows, while hoping for IQ to be away and to get to my naked form again. 

II

Mr. Jameel looked extremely worried and, unlike his usual self, was yelling at everyone in the office. Even Amber could not escape an occasional tongue lashing. It took a while for the folks to discover the problem. 

"People," Mr. Jameel explained to the team now gathered in the conference room, "there are serious allegations from the audit team that irregularities have been noted within the Wireless business. It is critical we get to the bottom of this and sort out anything that is not in the right place." I had been hearing a few whispers from Munafik and IQ about things being out of kilter but had not realized that the issue would be quite that serious. 

"We are being investigated for procuring second rate equipment, accepting favours from vendors, taking commissions from our franchisees, mishandling promotional budgets and a lot of other things; the shit has really hit the fan and we have to get our act together," he gave us further details. 

"But Sir," the Planning Manager protested, "we keep excellent records of our transactions and have never seen a problem during reconciliations."

"That is true," Mr. Jameel conceded, "but when there is even a whiff of wrong doing, the entire scenario is questioned and mistrusted." 

"What's the plan of action?" one of the regional managers asked. 

"Folks, we really all have to work quickly to verify our information and get back to the auditors, any delays from our side make us look guilty," he laid out a plan of action.

As he spoke I looked around the room. Almost everyone appeared concerned and eager to get to work. The exception was Haramoon, who kept gazing here and there but never at the VP, sweating profusely and looking pasty white. I wondered why he was so bothered. 

"The auditors will begin the full investigation on Monday," Mr. Jameel continued, "the details will be provided soon as I have them, but I imagine the department managers should all plan on seeing them soon."

As the group dispersed, I noted Haramoon running out of the room and into his office before anyone else even left their seats. I was sure that he had something on his mind and wondered if he was involved in the situation that was developing. My devious mind told me that I had to find out and quickly. The best person to find out from would be the head honcho himself.

III

"Sir you look tired and in need of a massage," I walked into the VPs office and offered to help him relax.

"It's okay Maryum," he responded, "somebody has seriously messed things up and there is plenty to worry about, I have not been able to sleep well in the last few days."

"Yes, but a shoulder and neck massage will relax you," I did not take no for an answer and moved behind his seat. He decided I was determined and let me begin on his neck and shoulders. Soon he further relaxed, loosening his posture and bending forwards, and I started on his upper back as well. The massage obviously was what the doctor had ordered for him. The tension in his body appeared to be diminishing and small moans of appreciation escaped from his mouth. Shortly after that he dozed off to sleep, the aches dissolving under my touch.

I took the opportunity to rotate his chair so he was now sideways to the desk. Coming around to his front, I continued to massage his shoulders and neck. I noted he was sleeping with his head tilted backwards. Upping the ante, I carefully sat down in his lap, placed one of his hands on my shalwar so that my pussy was just below the light cloth, anchored my waist with his other arm, and placed my lips on his mouth. He responded with gusto, obviously kissing his very kissable wife, rather than me, in his dreams. 

My shalwar was loose enough, so that when I placed his fingers over my cunt they were able to penetrate into my folds, cloth and all. Mr. Jameel's fingers worked my pussy and his tongue deeply tracked the insides of my mouth. I returned the passion, playfully biting his tongue in the process. At the same time, my hand had found and lowered his zipper and caught hold of his stiffening penis. 

All of a sudden he came awake, taking in the most unusual and unexpected scene. He pushed me off and hurriedly put his cock back into his trousers, zipping up a still sizable erection. 

"Maryum, what are you doing?" he yelled.

"I am sorry sir, you were enjoying the massage and then pulled me onto your lap and began to kiss me," I responded, lying through my teeth, "and you are such a handsome and nice person that I just followed along without thinking."

His anger dissipated, but the outline of a smile was clearly visible on his face. He pulled open his desk drawers and dropped a silky panty into my hand. "Well, if I did not know you better," he remarked, "I would probably believe your story, but I have a fairly good notion about you," continuing, "you left your panties behind in my house the other night."

I began to blush red as the consequences of my actions began to raise questions in my mind.

"Maryum, many of the folks here consider you attractive and worth having sex with," he said, "I am not one of them, my devotion is to my wife and family. In fact I am wondering if you did get to see how committed I am while my wife was here."

"I am sorry sir," I tried to cover my predicament, "I was nowhere around the house when you came back."

"It's okay, let's keep this to ourselves," he suggested, not convinced that they had not been seen by us, "it is a good thing that you are off to the UAE for a trip real soon, so don't do anything now to jeopardize this opportunity, least of all making love to your boyfriends in my guest room!"

"Yes sir," I meekly responded.

"And one final thing," he added firmly, "there will be no repeat of what happened here a moment ago."

I thanked him and my stars and ran out the door. Luckily everyone had been busy figuring out how to handle the impending crisis and nobody had decided to stop in on Mr. Jameel while I was trying to seduce him. The good thing was that he had let me off; the trouble was that any equity I had built with him had clearly dissolved. Mr. Jameel was not like IQ or the other guys in the office, I could not blame him; I was not fit to even be in the same room in a beauty contest with his wife!

IV

Mr. Jameel's inadvertent fingers up my pussy had, however, turned me on considerably and I badly needed release. Imran would not touch me with a ten foot pole and IQ was visiting Swat for a short trip. Mr. Jameel had unceremoniously sent me packing once he had realized what I was up to. That left Haramoon as my only option, how so ever unsatisfying, of putting my fire out. 

I went into the bathroom and removed my bra, cutting one of the side straps to make it look like it had come apart by accident. Now, quite bouncy under my fairly see through shirt, I walked into Haramoon's office. 

"Maryum, I am very busy right now, the VP has asked for lots of information, is there something important that you are here for?" he asked hoping for me to leave.

"My bra strap broke at the wrong time. I am not wearing a slip and my boobs are showing," I managed to get my eyes teary, "I need your help to go to a store and get a new bra right away."

He looked closely at me and seeing my frontage barely covered by my shirt probably felt a stirring down below, "okay, it is a matter of life and decency, let's go."

We were in the store in about ten minutes and I had three new bras, paid for by my chivalrous friend. I suggested we go to the nearby Dunkin Donuts store, which had a covered and fairly private upstairs area. He lived a fair way from Islamabad so I had to get my jollies elsewhere.

Luckily the upstairs was totally empty and we found a section that allowed us to watch the stairs but prevented someone from seeing us if coming up. Without a word, Haramoon sat down in the plush armchair as I pulled my shalwar down and placed my ass in his lap. It took a while for his mini driver to find a hole as big as mine had become, but finally I felt a pleasing sensation as part of my cunt was rhythmically entered and exited. 

"You did not put your bra on yet," Haramoon noted.

"Perhaps you can do the honours," I responded, handing one over to him.

Since I was already fucking him in a public spot, it was no great stretch to remove my shirt and allow Haramoon to fit my bra on. Most guys are more capable at removing this garment, than putting it on someone, and it took him a fair while before he was done and my sizable breasts were no longer at the mercy of gravity. He did not object as I quickly put my shirt back on.

Thankfully he did it just in time to for us to hear people coming up the stairs. I jumped off his dick and sat across from him, hoping that the furniture would hide the fact that my shalwar was around my ankles. Haramoon had dropped a napkin on his midsection and I could see his cock throbbing under the white paper. 

A young couple came in, the guy in his early 20's, the girl perhaps still in high school. Seeing us already there, they tensed, the girl's eyes tracking down to under the furniture and widening. She gave her companion an elbow, trying to get him to look under the table where my shalwar was clearly off my legs. It took a few seconds for him to realize what she was indicating, but he agreed soundlessly they would take their coffee to go. Quite possibly we had fucked up their date by being in the café first. Bad for them, but good for us, I surmised. Still, for some odd reason I had the feeling that I had seen the girl somewhere before and wondered if she knew me perchance. 

After waiting for a few minutes, so they would leave for sure, Haramoon motioned me back over. His cock rose back to its magnificence of maybe three inches and was soon titillating my pussy. The tension of being discovered and the sexual energy of the moment decreased his ability to last and soon a stickiness spewed into me. Luckily, IQ had got me a packet of birth control pills from the UAE and now I could fuck without unduly worrying about getting pregnant. Given that I had fucked quite a few folks without protection, I was intensely lucky not to have become pregnant to that point though.

I fixed my dress and started on my coffee and doughnut. Haramoon, however, got a hold of my hair and pulled my head down towards his crotch. He had not fucked me in a while and was not letting go without a good release. Between bites of the pastry and sips of the coffee, I sucked on his pecker. It took a while for him to reach his climax and luckily it was not a big discharge, so I was able to take everything in my mouth, washing it down with the beverage.

"Thanks for the fuck and suck, Maryum, you have been ignoring me lately," he whispered into my ear, "I hope we can do this more often."

"No, I have not been ignoring you, it is just that there is so much more work to do," I protested.

"Oh I don't think there is some much work, but imagine IQ is working you over quite a bit," he winked at me, indicating that he could care less.

"So you do not mind my being with IQ?" I wondered if my last supporter would soon vanish.

"No, it's quite okay," he let me know, "as long as I keep getting a portion of the pie occasionally!"

That relaxed my immediate tension and I turned the discussion to the hot topic in the office. 

"So what is happening in the office, everyone looks concerned?" I figured he would be in the know.

"There has been an allegation that members of the wireless team have been taking commissions from franchises to provide short stock items and vendors have bribed some people so that we buy their equipment," he explained, "both of these are probably true to some extent."

"What is going to happen now?" I asked, concerned about any potential harm to my position or chances within the company.

"Imagine that the investigation will uncover some hanky-panky and some heads will roll," he said as a matter of fact.

"Who is in danger?" I pressed on.

"Well the VP will be in trouble since he runs the group, even if he is not directly involved," he cleared the issue as to Mr. Jameel's worries, "but I think some other people might also be nailed.

"Mr. Jameel is such a nice guy, I hope nothing happens, the team will not survive his loss," I truly believed what I said, regardless that he had turned me down flat even though I had thrown myself at him. 

"Let's pray, hope and see what happens," Haramoon responded, a glazed look coming over his eyes, perhaps as he reflected over what was to transpire in the office.

V

As expected the auditors were in on Monday and with great pomp, show and ceremony. Out of the blue they had suddenly been given power over a division that was apparently doing fine and delivering results. But to the bean counters, conspiracy, wrong doing and illegality lurked in every nook and cranny of our offices and our minds. No one was above reproach and they could call on anyone at their whim. 

Within minutes the business momentum that had built up over the months came to a standstill. Orders were left unfulfilled for fear of misfiling; customer service calls were not entertained as allegations of bribery could follow; the equipment vendors were not even allowed on to the premises ensuring that depleted phone stocks were not being augmented. Sell rates, which were over 3,000 units a day fell to just under 300, and that too because those were processed before 9:30 am! The company, in its drive to stamp out any irregularity, had allowed the auditors to become de facto executioners. Resistance was futile and any dissent with their assessment meant that one was definitely guilty, any proof being totally secondary in their desire to fix things. The Wireless Inquisition, as Mr. Jameel dubbed them, was hell bent on sending the company back to the dark ages.

We soon learned that due to the potential depth of the concerns, every office and field sales person would be queried. To start things off, they met with the Assistant Managers and junior supply chain staff. Amber and I wondered when our turns would be coming up. Even Abida, who had recently joined another group, had been called over since she had once handled matters related to the Sales team.

Around 4:30 pm, the three of us were asked to report to the auditors. We learned that we were being separately interviewed by the three team members. I was drawn with the team leader, Amber and Abida were to meet the other managers. 

The leading auditor was nearly 50 years old and had been a long-timer in the company. Clearly his mode of questioning and his attitude towards the new management of the company smacked of old ideals. It was evident that he had never amounted to much, but given this opportunity was looking at ways to stroke his ego.

"So Maryum, how many of the franchisees do you know?" he asked, inferring that I knew them better than needed.

"I am assisting the National Franchising Manager, so I would happen to know everyone of them," I responded, "it is my job to keep in contact with our business partners."

"So then you must know what is going on wrong up here?" he tried to be direct.

"I wish someone would tell me what is going wrong," I replied, "the team members here are all honest, hard working and diligent."

"How would you know that?" he was getting insulting.

"Very easily, they are all here from 9 in the morning to well past 8 in the evening every day and sometimes on weekends," I gave him my rationale, "there is no other department in the company with such dedicated persons."

"But my understanding is that all you do here is party?" he alleged.

"Is that how you think the wireless sales have been doubling every two months?" I let him feel my growing anger, "we have achieved more subscribers in one year than the land line folks managed in over 30!"

He then tried a different but rather reprehensible tack. "I hear that many of the team members here lack morality, and there are many affairs happening," he alleged, "and it is felt that the VP must be involved in illicit activity also."

"I do not know where you get your information, but the VP is an extremely moral and upright person," I spat back, "and that is why he has so much respect unlike other managers in the rest of the company."

The auditor shut his file and stared at me clearly communicating that he knew more than I was letting on. "Young lady, just because you are able to screw around at PT&WC, do not try to get righteous on me!"

As I started to protest he brought up the fact that I had been fucking IQ and was believed to have screwed a dozen or so others. 

"Oh shit," I mumbled, when I should not have been so surprised, my trysts with IQ were common knowledge.

"How about you also show me some of your charms, just like girls in this department have showed people in the office and those from overseas, and I will be nice on you, and maybe to your boss also," he leered at me.

"And do not think that you can claim innocence," he added, "you have been sending fake expense claims in to our department for franchise related activities."

That was news to me, but he persisted, "we can come to a quick arrangement or I can ensure you are out of the company by the end of the week."

"And by the way, we believe you are also intimate with Haramoon," he added, "and we are certain he is the real culprit and not the VP."

"What do you mean?" I blabbered. 

"The problems started right after Haramoon was given the charge of managing vendor relations," he let me know, "and a number of the people he asked for bribes or other favours have complained to us."

"But why does this involve the VP or myself; you obviously know who is to blame?" I wondered where things were headed. 

"Maryum, you and Haramoon have been very intimate and must be sharing the goodies from the vendors and also there is no way the VP is clean either. How can Haramoon carry on without the boss knowing?" he clarified. I knew that he had me as far as my relationship with Haramoon was concerned, but I had not taken any bribes and the VP was only guilty of trusting his subordinate to do his job diligently and honestly.

Things were spinning out of control. I was unaware of what had really happened for him to be laying into me, but the fellow was serious about his intent and could not risk losing my job. And even if all his allegations were not altogether true, he had more credibility and I would be out on the street.

"What would you like me to do?" I conceded to his demand, figuring I had no way out.

"Tomorrow evening, you will come with me for some more debriefing," he told me, adding, "and do not think of telling anyone." His meaning was crystal clear, I was going to be losing my briefs and submitting to him. 

I figured the danger had ended for the moment, but was a wee bit wrong. He pushed me to one side of the conference room so those outside could not look in. His hands were soon under my clothes, feeling up my breasts, vagina and legs. I felt dirty but was stuck in circumstances not of my own making. 




Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 07



MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH -- PART VII -- THE CAREER END

"Oye randi, idhar bhi toh kabhi apnay jalway zahir kyun nahin kar deyti? (Yo whore, why do you not let us see your assets sometimes too?)," the words rang through my mind as I completed the long trek from the main gate, via the administration building and finally to the new office block. As if things were not bad enough for me at PT&WC since the fallout from the recent investigation, the entire Commercial Division was moved from our isolated location, at the other end of the city, right into the middle of the main office complex. And in less than a day my hopes, that people in this area would not know about my indiscretions, were dashed by the vulgar comment from a mere company bus driver who was idling by his vehicle near the entrance. What was infinitely worse was the roar of laughter and added hooting from the dozen or more junior grade employees who were within earshot. Rather than anyone coming to defend an attack on a female, something that would automatically happen in a country like Pakistan, instead the crowd all participated in destroying any shred of respect that I may have hoped was left.

It was naïve of me to expect with all the indiscretions on my part, that I would be treated in a better manner. I was now a fallen woman and any friends that I may have had at the company were careful about being seen anywhere around me. IQ had been transferred back and Munafik was expecting to move within weeks. Their replacements had not been announced and so I could not fall back on to the goodness of my foreigner friends or lovers. Any local managers, who had sampled my treats, had been fired, had left on their own, or did not seem to recognize me. Mr. Jameel was no longer around and the new GM, Mr. Rana, who had replaced Haramoon, was throwing his weight around, as the acting section head of the Wireless team, even though he did not have VP level rank or a tenth of Mr. Jameel's intellect. 

II

"Maryum, we are rationalizing staff strength in the Wireless team," Mr. Rana let me know first thing on a Friday, "you have the option of joining the Customer Care team or leaving the company."

The business had imploded since the departure of Mr. Jameel, and was sputtering at about a tenth of its volume. One way the new owners had figured to keep heads above water was to lay off a large number of employees. While the major impact of the privatization was on the main land line business, Mr. Rana had found a suitable way to get me out of his team. He had rightly judged that I had played a role in bringing down the fort for Mr. Jameel and then Haramoon, and that it was much better for him if I was sent packing or elsewhere.

"But Rana Sahib, surely I have been a productive employee," I implored.

"Maybe you have, since my arrival," he agreed, "but your misadventures of days past keep coming back to life."

"Mr. Rana, are you sure there is no way I can stay in this team," I tried another tack while noticeably bending forward so he could get a sight of my boobs, "surely I could do something or the other for you?"

"Maryum, let's be clear, first of all I have no interest in any of the girls in the department or company," he sternly made sure I got the point, "and most of all why would I want to be with someone like you who may be carrying unknown diseases from all the people you have fucked!"

If he had slapped me in the face, in the middle of the conference room during a seminar, the hurt would have been much less than the barbs from his very pointed comments.

My time at the Wireless team was done, but he had not found a way to get me out of PT&WC. Although my foreign lover and boss were no longer in the picture, people were still wary of crossing my path more than they had to. I would have to find a way to fix Mr. Rana. I wondered why someone like him, neither having the former VP's work or education pedigree nor his hot wife, had not fallen for my wiles. I was not surprised when I learned, from one of the secretaries in another department, that despite his very professional demeanour in the office and overtly heterosexual attitudes, the guy was devotedly homosexual and still in a relationship with a gay Senior VP from the prior management team. 

III

"Hi Maryum, let me welcome you to the Customer Care team," Mr. Zaleel Kibriya sounded genuine and it was certainly not what I had expected to hear on arriving at my new department.

"I look forward to contributing in whatever way is possible for me," I tried to sound equally eager to join. 

"That's good," he seemed happy, "I am sure we can put you to good use."

Mr. Zaleel was one of those oft present ass-kissers who had made it up to the level he was by brown nosing the previous CEO constantly. Often seen in front of the CEO's office before the man even arrived and also the last to see him out, he had survived on bootlicking to the extreme. His luck seemed to have run out, however, with the privatization as the new head man did not quite relate to his way of things and preferred results over flattery. Still, given that there were many other targets for the new management, he was slipping under the radar and managing to stay around. 

I had my job and the fear of being sent back to Abbotabad began to recede fast in my mind as Mr. Zaleel asked one of his managers to show me to my desk. 

Unfortunately it came roaring back as I was shown into a bullpen of sorts that had a dozen desks, with all but one occupied by men in local dress and Taliban style beards. The situation was made even more awkward by the fact that I had decided on wearing a sleeveless kameez that revealed a lot more female skin than any of them had probably seen in their lifetimes.

Before long the guys began to circle my work area checking out my attire and causing my body to tense. "Dekho uskey mammay kitney nokilay hein (Check out how pointed her tits are)," one of the guys who had just gone by commented to his friend who had almost sided up to me. Many of the group started to laugh at the rude statement.

As I began to turn beet red, an older guy came on over to the fellow who had just insulted me. In a flash he was holding his collar in one hand and slapping him a number of times with the other. Tossing the victim aside to one corner, he turned to the others and announced, "If I ever hear another person make a comment about this girl, I will cut his balls off right here and feed them to the rest of you!"

I could not believe what had happened and accepted my saviour's comforting arm on my shoulder and back. "They will not bother you again," he assured me and returned to his desk, which was inside a small office to one side. 

As the office cleared out over the lunch hour, I was happy to see that the gentleman was still around. "Thank you for your help, uncle," I went over and offered my gratitude.

"It is okay, young lady, and you can call me Afshar," he replied, giving me his name, "I am the Customer Services Manager on the Wireless business and can relate to your troubles."

"I am in your debt," I let him know and got a fatherly smile back. Maybe things would work out just fine.

IV

"What's all this stuff on the table?" I queried Naila upon returning to my hostel. There appeared to be dozens of packages of what appeared to be new clothing, shoes and such.

"Sweetheart, my father has accepted the proposal from a friend's son to be my husband," she knocked me off my feet, "these are some of the gifts that have been sent over."

"When is this happening?" I stammered, not willing to comprehend that my one constant in life was soon to end with her marriage and departure.

"I have submitted my resignation and will be leaving for home on Saturday," she advised me with teary eyes. That was just a few days away.

"When do I get to meet your fiancée?"

"Oh, he is taking us to a party tonight, and my dad wants you to chaperone us!"

"Why is that?"

"Come now, my dad, like yours, thinks I am the world's most eligible virgin and not to be soiled before marriage!"

We had a loud laugh at that. By now our two cunts were probably wide enough to accommodate the Blue Area Boulevard. 

However, the true meaning of her departure soon sank in and I slumped into a chair. Naila came over and held my face in her hands. We kissed for what seemed to be an eternity. Before long our clothes were discarded and we were head to toe, sucking out each others' honey pots. Naila's tongue probed my cunt deeply and I was reminded that it had been some time since a cock had been in that crevasse. My own mouth seemed welded to her crack, but somehow the taste did not appear to be as intense as in times past. Maybe the thought of this bounty evaporating was making my mind feel that the romance was gone.

"You seem lost," Naila asked me point blank as she turned herself around to face me. 

"You are going to leave me all alone," I was beginning to show my feelings through my cracking voice and stream of tears, "you too after everyone else has deserted me."

"Hey, I am only going away for a bit," she tried to comfort me, "after the wedding I will be back in Islamabad and we can keep things going."

She had inserted her fist into my fairly accommodating insides and was beginning to pump in earnest. The friction was certainly there but I did not quite feel the earth move as I came and she withdrew. She wanted me to finger her, but I could not believe that my entire hand acted limp; I had heard of unresponsive penises but non-compliant fingers were something I was not familiar with!

Naila correctly surmised that my mind was otherwise occupied and moved to her own bed, probably unsatisfied as I had not really made an effort to get her off. It did appear that my sex life was coming to a quicker close than I had anticipated.

V

"Hi, you must be Maryum," the guy who had been staring at me for the best part of an hour came up and broke the ice.

"And you are?"

"I am Izhar, a friend of the groom's," he advised, "I believe my dad works within your department at PT&WC."

I was surprised and somewhat pleased to learn that he was the son of my savior, Afshar, and had recently returned from some sort of technical course in China. I recalled Afshar mentioning a son, but did not figure he was already grown up and sort of decent looking. 

"Naila's hubby to be mentioned that you would be here, and I am pleased to meet you," he added.

Sensing that I may have another person who was interested in me, and alternatively could be worthy of checking out also, I tried to act proper by quickly putting the glass of scotch on the side table.

Seeing this, he sided up to me and whispered, "it's okay, only my dad displays those ayatollah tendencies."

Very soon, he had replaced my drink a few times and I was certainly light headed. The music was pleasant and I did not mind as he touched me, mostly by accident or perhaps by design, sporadically on various intimate parts. 

Unfortunately, we were still on curfew at the residence, and I wanted to head home. Naila figured with just a matter of days left to go, she could care less about the matron. I hoped that Izhar would take me home, but learned he had just returned from a long overseas trip and did not yet have a vehicle. The groom to be, Azam, offered to drop me off and Naila was clearly okay with this, dancing wildly with other guys at the party. I wondered if she was going to enjoy a few of them that night. 

VI

"Take your clothes off," Azam ordered me.

Without giving a hoot for dorm rules, he had followed me into the room, rather than returning from the main door, not caring a bit about the matron or anyone else being around.

"Azam bhai (brother), are you joking?" 

"No I am not, Naila has told me all about your exploits," he explained, "and by the way she will be here to join us shortly."

I was drunk and did protest a bit, but Azam was quite strong and committed to screwing me. He had no problem ripping my clothes off, pinning me to a wall, and in dropping his pants. Without bothering to put a condom on, he roughly pushed my legs apart and jammed his rather dry penis into my cunt. I was jerked to reality, but could do nothing as he tried to get his dick to spout.

Azam was heavy but his cock did not seem to be overly developed or maybe not fully erect as he went about his business. As he took me, he bit my nipples, scratched my torso and fingered my ass without concern. He was still in me, his orgasm taking a long time perhaps due to the opium he had been taking with the alcohol at the party, when Naila walked in.

"Hi honeys," she chirped, "would anybody mind if I joined the party?"

Azam had pulled out of me but still was not done. "Give me a blow job," he ordered, shoving his dick in my mouth as Naila offered her tits to him, "your pussy seems too big to get me off!"

I wanted to cry because of the insult, but the member in my mouth prevented anything but an in and out motion. After an eternity I felt his passion build up and he grabbed me by the hair, literally removing an entire tuft from the roots. I had no choice but to take every drop of cum down my throat.

"Thanks sweets," he smirked, "I'll let Izhar know that he will need a real big dick to fill you up."

Pushing me off the bed, he was soon in Naila's pussy. I crawled to my bed, naked and sobbed till I finally got to sleep. Her squeals attested to the fact that he was being rough with her too. Hopefully she would like violent sex and being dominated during married life.

VII

"Maryum, please make sure you get home Friday night," my father stressed, "we have some important visitors over the weekend."

While I had my suspicions as to the nature of the visitors, these were confirmed by the ornate dress that my mother had ready for me to wear for the occasion. 

"Maryum, a very promising proposal has arrived from a family in Islamabad, I am sure you will be happy with the choice we are already well set on," my mother let me know.

My apprehensions caused my insides to coil up as time slowed to a crawl. Finally the appointed hour came and soon my sister advised that the visitors had arrived and were with our parents in the main lounge. Soon it was time for me to play the dutiful daughter and serve refreshments to the guests.

I literally dropped the tray when I saw my colleague, Afshar, and his son, Izhar, talking to my parents. 

"Mr. Aasan, I am sure Maryum will have no problem with the proposed match," Afshar addressed my father.

"Maryum, you do know the gentleman and his son, can we have your opinion?" my mother was straight to the point.

I was tongue tied, but Afshar suggested that Izhar and I be allowed some private time together to talk things out. Seeing quick agreement from my folks, the two of us repaired to my room. My sister was directed to stay around, but winked at us and went off somewhere else.

Izhar's arms were around me and his mouth closed over mine in a deep kiss before I could even say anything. Hid dick was rock hard but, given the presence of elders in the house, it was not possible to have sex at that moment. I gave him some succor by jacking him off into a condom that he had placed on his cock. Izhar played with my boobs, having put his hands under my kameez. 

"Izhar you do know I am not a virgin, why are you still interested?"

"Maryum, I have been in the Far East for years and have had my share of girlfriends, you are the type of girl I am looking for, open, friendly and experienced," he honestly replied.

My sister coughed outside the door to signal we were needed back. Fixing ourselves, I let him return and then joined the rest in the main lounge. My mother took me aside to get my opinion.

Her eyes lit up with joy as she got my assent. Within minutes sweets were passed all around and right there, in an impromptu ceremony, we were engaged with an exchange of rings, mine being brought by them and his being quickly arranged by my mother from among our ancestral jewelry. 

"If you do not mind, Mrs. Aasan, Izhar and I are headed back to attend Naila's wedding tomorrow. I believe Maryum is also going and it would be kind if you could allow her to come along with us rather than going to Islamabad alone in the morning," Afshar suggested.

My folks were so caught up in the moment, having earlier decided that the wedding would take place in just over a month, they did not think twice before acceding.

VIII

Izhar and I were cuddled up in his bed. Afshar had claimed that there was some sort of emergency at the customer care center and left us alone at their house soon as we had returned to Islamabad. It had not taken much for Izhar to come embrace me and for my clothing to melt away.

Compared to many of the others I had experienced, Izhar was an accomplished lover and appeared to appreciate the fact that I was not clumsy or reticent in my love making. He had fucked me in the living room, on the dining table and now in his bed. In between, I had given him a worthy blow job while we made tea in the kitchen. 

Since returning from China, he claimed he had not had the opportunity of female companionship till I had shown up on his radar screen. Naila's fiancée had sort of set him up to meet me at the party and, thankfully, had not told anyone of our tryst just a couple of nights earlier. Izhar had mentioned me to his dad prior to the event and it was no problem for my parents' contact to be found and the connection to be made. I was in a whirl at the speed with which my life was changing.

Meanwhile Izhar had me turned around, his fingers spreading something cool and slippery around my anus. Sensing his intent, I raised my butt and his rod was soon buried in my back side. Though he was certainly better endowed than most people I had fucked, by now my orifices had all become fairly accommodating, thereby allowing him to control the friction and delay his release. It seemed like he was in my rectum for an hour before I felt him spurting into me. This time he was finished, but I was impressed with the number of times he had managed to perform in the past 12 hours or so. 

IX

Naila was in the room helping me with my bridal dress. She was barely married two months and already pregnant. I put that down to her pre-wedding transgressions and could not know for sure if Azam was indeed the father of her child. 

Her demeanor was changed from her usual bubbly self. Initially I felt it was because of the fact that it was my big day. Soon, however, she let on that things with Azam were not exactly rosy. In fact, soon as she had discovered the pregnancy, her husband had decided to start visiting old girlfriends again. Though she was obviously not showing and indeed looked pretty as ever, to him she was now as good as a fat cow. 

At least I figured this sort of trouble would not come my way. Izhar appeared devoted and his dad had been my protector. I was not surprised when he had asked that as I was to be joining his family, it was custom that women on their side did not work. As such, he asked for me to sign a resignation letter that Afshar had drafted and would present to the company. He had already received word from Mr. Kibriya that I would not need to fulfill the notice period, but could leave immediately. My career at PT&WC was at an end. To some extent I had come there to seek company and independence and now had a husband of my own choosing.

X

The wedding ceremony performed and the festivities over, I was sitting on the bridal bed awaiting my husband. Though we had made love many times in the past month, this still constituted my wedding night.

I was surprised when the lights went completely out, but relieved when a form entered the bed next to me. A mouth over my lips stopped me from saying anything and shortly my clothes were around the bed. My cunt was spread and soon I was being fucked. While the cologne was certainly what Izhar wore, something appeared different. I figured it was the heady atmosphere confusing me. After a while we both released our loads.