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Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 01

By: mughalpunjabi



The idea for this multi-part story was suggested by Waishu to me. It certainly had a zing about it, given that I have enjoyed bringing the activities of sexually active Pakistanis to the fore. This plot interested me because it is about the feudal and rural persons in the country, not my usual expats. This is the first part and more will follow in time. 

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Payal considered options on how she could get out of the overly obvious line of sight that the strangely handsome man in the crisp shalwar kameez suit had on her. There are chance sightings and there are open leers. The way he looked at her was not per chance. Yet there was no sign that he was mentally undressing her as so many others at the gathering certainly had done, and perhaps others were doing at that very moment in time. Rather the person seemed to be weighing her for some other purpose and wondered what it may be. Could she gravitate over to her mom and the older ladies who were chatting about antique topics or was it okay to join and hang on to her dad as he sucked down scotches with the other guys? Either sounded unpalatable and for now she had to stay where she was and try not to let the not-so-bad looking guy cause her to react unbecomingly, given that she was among other female relatives of a similar age. 

Was she dressed inappropriately for the extended family gathering? Perhaps she was. Just as she had exited the house to get into the car for the drive over to the Gymkhana, her father had a somewhat concerned look on his face. Payal imagined it was because she had decided to wear a sari that not only left her midriff uncovered, but also was sleeveless and sheer. This after all was 1981, and Zia-ul-Haq had already started implementing his infamous Islamization program. While there was no doubt in her mind that she was dressed as she wanted, totally non-conforming to the burqa-dominion envisioned by the asinine president of the country, the stare from the stranger was unnerving her. Perhaps she wondered she should have worn the shalwar kameez that her mom suggested. That still would not have addressed the fact that her beauty would not have been concealed in that case either!

Not surprisingly, Chaudhry Nizam-ud-Din Raziqi was concerned that his daughter was dressed somewhat too Indian for his taste or the mores of current society. Yet he mused how, back in the 1950s, he had been so turned on when her mother, the Chaudhrani, had entertained society while wearing virtually backless saris that were the rage then. Surely, twenty some years on, Payal actually had more clothes on than her mother did at her parties. He mused longingly that he had pulled his wife aside during one of her soirees, hiked up her petticoat and given her an intense rogering in his office, while viewing the party outdoors from the big picture window. Oh yes, he was the open minded Chaudhry sort, loving, respectful of women, doting on his daughter and wife, protector of femaledom and so on. Even his daughter's name, not common in the country, was Indian in origin. He was thoroughly pissed at the asshole bandmaster of a new president who had totally fucked up the air of openness in Pakistan, even though his writ had yet to extend to the Gymkhana or the upper classes. The fact that hijabs and burqas were now regaining popularity rankled within him, and he blamed this on that stupid general. 

Perhaps, though, for a bit he wondered if Payal would have been better off with a hijab on the day or even a burqa given the stares she was getting from the males around. The issue of concern was that Naseema Bibi had been his wife now for more than two decades and was somewhat past the prime where even youngsters in their twenties checked her out, whereas Payal on the other hand was now at the age where she would be looked over thoroughly and thus he was perhaps feeling old. Did he not have that odd parental sense that his girl was on show, oh he did! And why was Shahnawaz, his distant cousin Mushtaq Hussein Kakar's son, staring at Payal so intently. Did he have no shame not to eye females, within the clan, in the way he was? Yet he realized that Shahnawaz was on the correct wicket even if checking out the girls on show since, as a distant relative, he was part of an emergent and wealthy part of the same clan as Payal, and belonged at the event. Even so, staring so unabashedly was not the way to take in such a gathering of the extended family. He would need to have a word with Mushtaq soon.

"Naseema, tu dekhiya ay ke oh munda teri kuri teh kinni tak laga riya ay, hor tey kithay nazar hi nahin jaandi? (Naseema, did you see how intently that guy is checking out your daughter, his eyes are going nowhere else?)," one of the fat aunties in her chatting circle formed on one side of the lawn poked Payal's mother with a double-edged remark. 

"Ki kita jaye, akhir kuri waikhan de kabil hagi ay, baqi teh ghorian te khotian hi disdiyan nein (What can be done, the girl is worth looking at, the rest here are all mares and donkeys)!" was Naseema's equally sharp retort, at once elevating Payal and denigrating the other girls, including the other person's daughter who was also there. 

The aunty shut up immediately and the topic changed post haste. Yet Naseema sensed that she needed to view Payal somewhat different from her little daughter, something she should have done when her breasts started to sprout some years back. Today she appeared more vamp, than debutante, in this company. 

"Oh God! Is she gorgeous!" was all Shahnawaz could think. He had caught sight of Payal soon after she had arrived with her father, mother and two younger brothers. Payal had stood out in her fashionable sari while most of the other females were dressed in baggy Punjabi outfits. Her fair skin, just so much paler than that of the other girls, her long tresses so nicely falling to her waist, her confidence in carrying off the relatively revealing outfit, her height which was a good two inches above the average female there, the perkiness of her young breasts, her slimness in contrast to the general obesity, and most of all her piercing eyes left him dumbstruck. He was not staring, it was just that her sight had knocked his sense of place dead and the life had left his body. "I must find out who she is," he made a mental note when finally back to his senses. It was time to mingle, this being the first occasion on which he had attended this annual gathering, but more importantly it was time to scout. "I must have her," was a promise he made to himself as he moved about in the crowd. 

Shahnawaz was not the only person taking a prurient interest in Payal. Just to one side of the gathering, covered from sight of most of the older folk, sat a thirty-something man with a daunting physique but a face that could freeze blood. His cock had uncomfortably risen as he eyed Payal from a distance, his mind undressing her slowly for a bit and then hurriedly ripping her clothes off for a tad. It would be rather embarrassing if someone else came by or asked him to get up and join a conversation, his shalwar would not hold in the hard erection he was sporting. Seeing that he had an opportunity he slipped behind some bushes that gave him privacy and pulled out his penis. A hand job would have to suffice for now, and did! Using a handkerchief to clean himself off, and comforted that his dick had retracted to its more conventional form, Haqnawaz stepped back into the gathering and began to look for other company. Yet his brain had the image of Payal imprinted all over it. 

Almost running into his brother, he had a passing fit of jealousy on noticing that Shahnawaz was also riveted at the sight of the same girl. Now his younger brother had a chance at that beauty, Haqnawaz knew for sure. Shahnawaz was after all single and handsome. On the other hand, while blessed with business sense and money, he himself looked hideous. That would be enough for any girl to reject him. Furthermore, that gorgeous girl he was fantasizing about would be out of reach due to the simple fact that Haqnawaz had a wife and, equally ugly, child at home. Haqnawaz had an early marriage, so common amongst the rural elite, tying him to a woman he could hardly bear to fathom, due to both her acerbic tongue and her immense size, on account of creating feudal fiefdoms and joining two powerful families. It had been years since he had bedded her, in fact once the son was born, the sex had stopped. Haqnawaz had no intent of ever fucking his wife, Parveen, again, even someone as ugly as him had standards he had convinced himself. In any case her father was now dead, just a few years into the marriage, and he had taken over all the property as the husband of his only living child, a daughter, since her two brothers had been killed in a feud with other landowners. He knew that there was no danger of Parveen sullying her name with some outside dalliance while he ignored her, she was just not good looking at all and would not find any but the most desperate of mates. 

II

As Payal stretched out nude under the covers of the bridal bed, post-coitus, Shahnawaz could not believe how lucky he had been to snare such a catch and how quickly things had sorted themselves out. 

A call from his father, Mukhtar Hussein, to Chaudhry Raziq had been taken with the expected formality. The visit of the prospective groom's family had also gone without commitment. However, when Shahnawaz himself came over with his folks a couple of weeks later, the Chaudhry and Chaudhrani had been more than courteous. The engagement proceeded the very same day. The marriage took place just a month afterwards, just prior to the onset of Ramadan and the summer months that were to follow.

The change in the hearts of Payal's parents was not totally by chance. Their initial response to the proposal was muted as Chaudhry Raziq had not taken kindly to his daughter being ogled by the prospective suitor at the Gymkhana party. By absolute chance, however, one of the numerous female servants in the household had found a "love letter" of sorts among Payal's belongings. Written by an elder brother of Payal's close friend at the all-girls' Kinnaird College, the missive was enough to sound alarm bells around the house. Whether or not Payal was implicit did not matter, the mere whiff of scandal would be a blot on the family honour. Taking the correct immediate step, the Chaudhrani dropped enough hints to Shahnawaz's mother of the general acceptance to the proposal. For Shahnawaz, who had been depressed by the uncertainty, the world had just opened up great avenues. What Payal cared was not a factor in the feudal equation; she was a female in a male-dominated society after all. 

III

Payal, however, did care about what was happening. That letter from Abid, her friend's brother should never have come home but been destroyed after receiving and reading it at school. It may not have been such an issue if he had not taken great poetic pains, in Urdu, to describe her beauty, the taste of her lips, the feel of her hair and the perfection of her body! Where in the world did a fellow from Aitchison College, that bastion of crown-elitism and Englishness learn to write Urdu like that, she wondered. Why could he not have let things stay the way they were, rather than raising the stakes and turning both into losers? 

Abid was the elder brother, driving his sister Fariha, to a party in town. Payal had gone along for the ride since the drivers at home had been called to the village for some reason. It had taken less than five minutes for both to be affected by each other. A number of chance meetings then led to a few surreptitious dates in Lahore's cafes.

It was when Abid drove her to his house one afternoon and she did not find Fariha, or anyone else, that things took a decidedly amorous turn. Fariha and parents were off to a wedding and Abid had sent the couple of servants out on long errands. Payal had not been too concerned about waiting in the main lounge, she figured Fariha would be back soon. 

Abid sat down next to her and began the usual small talk. Except that this time the topic was Payal and he was effusive about her beauty. As Payal listened, his hand wandered over to pick hers up lightly and caress it. She did not retrieve her hand and he let his other one feel her hair and end up on her cheek. She was turning red but did not stop him for some strange reason. Picking up courage, he put his arms around her and brought her mouth to his. Payal should have pushed him away, but she yielded to the tongue intruding into her mouth. Neither of them were practiced kissers, but after a few tentative attempts they soon got into the groove. Maybe the fact they had all seen numerous American movies or read Mills & Boon type of stories helped them grasp the intricacies of French kissing. 

Abid's tongue explored the insides of Payal's mouth as he pressed her down onto the sofa. She could feel the heat from his loins through her clothing and felt a strange hardness against her thigh. Abid's hand came up to feel her breast and she tensed for a bit. However, as her arms were not easily retracted from his embrace, she was unable to stop him from feeling up the other breast and begin to kiss her neck and down to her cleavage. 

Abid upped the ante by moving one hand between her legs, feeling the curve of her cunt and sending a bolt of electricity through her. Payal was surprised by the intrusion but also liked the sensation that he was causing. When, however, he got a hold of the drawstring on her shalwar and loosened it, she had to push him off as hard as she could. On one hand, he got up and sat to a side. On the other, as he did so, the loosened shalwar moved all the way down her legs and he was able to pull it off with ease.

"Nahin, Abid, mein yeh nahin kar sakti (No, Abid, I cannot do this)," she implored. His hand by now was on her bare leg and moving up to her panties. 

"Fikr na karo, mein tumhari izzat kharab nahin karoon ga (Don't be concerned, I'll not soil your honour)," he assured her while spreading her legs and touching her cunt through the flimsy panty. 

"Give me my shalwar please," she begged.

"Okay, but if you do something nice for me first," he replied.

Abid's hands grabbed her and stood her in front of him. He next took the hems of her kameez and lifted the garment off her body. She stood there in just her bra and panties. 

"You are insanely beautiful, Payal, be mine," Abid let her know as he brought his mouth together with hers.

Finishing the kiss after a considerable while, she asked if she could leave. His answer was in no-man's land.

"Let me see you naked, then I promise to drop you off soon." 

As she soaked in the information he unhooked the bra and dropped it. The panties were also pulled off in a flash. Payal was totally at his mercy and had no option but to submit. As Abid began taking his clothes off, her worst fears seemed to be coming true. She was surprised to see his erect penis. Having never seen one before in such glory, she was both intrigued and frightened by it.

"Mein tumhari izzat nahin loon ga, laikin tumhe pyar ke aur tarikay dekhaon ga (I'll not deflower you but show you other ways of making love)." 

He sat down on the sofa and had Payal on her knees in front of him. As she wondered what to do, he pulled her mouth over his cock. She gagged as it hit the back of the throat and tried to pull back. He allowed a bit back out and caressed her hair. Slowly he began to push in and pull out of her mouth. Soon Payal got the hang of things and felt him stiffening even more. She got the shock of her life when he tensed and shot a huge load of cum into her mouth. She pulled back sharply, and gobs of his semen landed all over her body, the sofa and the floor. 

"Yeh kya huwa (What happened)?" she blurted, confused with a mouthful of cum.

"Nothing at all to worry about, you just did something very loving and harmless with me."

He led her to his room and suggested that she gargle. She was looking to retrieve her clothes but could see that he had other plans yet. When he pulled her onto the bed, she could envision the family shame on discovering her loss of virginity and prayed somehow to get away. Abid was not yet done, but he was not going to be a total cad either. He slid down the bed and brought his mouth to her cunt. She was quite aroused and was amenable to the considerable amount of sucking that he conducted. He thought about fingering her, but did not want to risk breaking her hymen. By the time he was done, he could see that she was wet.

Payal let him turn her over without a word. His tonguing had electrified her and so far things had not been alarming. She did not mind his greasing her anus with cold cream or the fact that he spread her legs and placed his cock at her backside. She, however, did shriek without abandon when his prick penetrated her asshole and burrowed into her. Abid would not let go, but slowly pushed his whole member inside. It hurt mightily, but there were also sensations of pleasure running through her body. As she relaxed a bit, Abid began to fuck her ass in earnest. It did not take long for her tightness and his horniness to culminate in another load from his cock. Payal was relieved when he pulled out, leaving her sticky all over. 

She could not really argue when he led her into the shower and washed the various fluids off her body, going home with the musk of sex on her would not do. He had her do the same to him. They kissed profusely as both dried off. Abid brought her clothes up and let her dress fix herself up. A few more kisses, one just before he got to her home, ended the considerable passion of the day. 

Payal was in love and the fact that Abid had not vaginally taken her elevated his status in her eyes. He was from a good family, his sister was Payal's friend, and he went to the same elite schools as male members of her family. She was sure that the next message from Abid would be via a marriage proposal through his family.

Imagine the surprise when it was in the form of poetry graphically describing her curves, looks and moods, both while normal and in the throes of passion! Where Abid could easily have stretched out things for some time, letting both enjoy each others' bodies and company, he went overboard with his romanticizing and screwed things up royally. And when she stupidly brought the first love note she had ever received home and secreted it, she should have known that karma would trump her feelings. 

IV

As she sat on the bridal bed, decked out in her wedding clothes and loaded down with pounds of jewellery, Payal wondered how things could have moved so quickly and in such an unexpected manner. In a few moments a total stranger, albeit a long-distance relative, would pluck her cherry, the fruit that Abid should rightfully have had. 

Faced with the incriminating evidence and, sensing that her normally liberal parents would not be keen on any explanations, Payal had agreed to the proposal that was at hand. Of course, she had no idea what Shahnawaz was like. As a female within a feudal household she would have to figure that out later. She prayed that things worked out and her husband was not like the usual males in her family's social circle. 

Payal's heart missed a beat when the door opened and Shahnawaz walked in. But custom dictated she sit still, head bowed, till he moved proceedings along. Carefully he sat at the edge of the bed, taking his time about the next step to take. Getting his courage up, he lifted her chin so their eyes could meet. Payal was stunning and no words came to his mouth. His face, however, did light up with the realization that he was married to a most desirable woman. Payal's initial response of fright also dimmed as she saw he was a most handsome person, easily better looking than Abid. She thanked her stars that her cherry was intact. 


Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 01



"Hi, I'm Shahnawaz," was all he could muster, dumbstruck as he was by the beauty sitting next to him.

"Payal," was her even meeker response. 

"Could I get you something?" 

"No, not really," she replied, while actually dying for a drink of water. 

Building up his courage a bit, Shahnawaz slowly lifted the veil off her head and put the heavy garment to one side. A shiver went down Payal's spine, but she did not protest. She was loaded with jewellery and any next divestment had to be of the lucre. The heavy necklaces came off relatively easy and there were a number of them. The hairpins, nose ornament and other smaller pieces were a different proposition altogether. After trying unsuccessfully for a bit, he looked pleadingly at Payal. She was uncomfortable in the stuff in any case and decided to lend a hand, showing him how to loosen the hair clips and so on. At times she had to guide his fingers to the clasps and this enabled Shahnawaz to side up real close to her. 

His hands, in hers, were in her hair and their eyes were meeting full on. It seemed just natural to bring her mouth to his and start their first kiss. Her mouth was soft and her body was fragrant. He was tentative in his probing also and took a while before he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She backed off initially, but he pushed her head forward so they kissed again. This time his tongue explored her mouth deeply. As it moved back, Payal was surprised that her tongue naturally entered his mouth and the kiss continued. She was amazed that the kiss was so much better than what she had experienced with Abid. He was delighted that she had warmed up so quickly to him. 

The time to hold back had passed and Shahnawaz wanted his new wife so bad his balls were turning blue. The heaving of her chest and the sweat on her brow suggested that she was game for whatever came next. His hands wandered behind her back, located the zipper holding up her blouse and pulled it all the way down. Payal allowed him to simply lift it off her head. A sexy red bra enclosed her relatively small but rounded and perked boobs. She felt more tense as his hands sought the clasps to her gharara, but did not interfere as he found and undid them. She had to straighten her legs out from under her in order that the garment could be drawn down. Shahnawaz whipped it off in no time at all to find the matching pair of panties.

Payal waited on the bed, partially naked, when he realized he was fully clothed. He walked off towards the closet to disrobe. Shahnawaz returned in a few moments clad in a shalwar and a light kurta. Payal hesitated a bit as he lay her down and came up on top of her. His mouth joined hers in a deep kiss and the heat in their loins was evident. He had a spot of bother undoing her bra but her breasts were fully revealed to him. The panties were simply ripped off her body as he could not stand the tension any more. His own garments were tossed onto the ground and he lay naked on top of her bare body. 

Shahnawaz pressed his cock against her pussy and felt like a barrier had been erected. It took him a moment to realize that a dry and hard dick was never going to enter her virginal cunt. He remembered his friends putting a tube of KY jelly into his pocket and thanked them for the foresight. In other moment his cock was lubed and he repositioned himself to deflower her.

This time his cock seemed to find the access without much prodding and a bit entered her pussy. Her hymen blocked his passage forward, but a determined push from him took care of that obstacle. Payal let out a shriek and begged him to go slow as the pain was intense. He stopped, half in her, and wondered what to do. But the job was now in process and she just had to get over the fact that her cherry had just been popped. A further thrust sent his dick all the way home and her cunt pulled at it with force. Payal had begun to cry but Shahnawaz was oblivious to her pain. He pulled back and pushed forward again and again till he noted a change in her demeanour. She was now grabbing on to his shoulders and pushing her cunt forward as he forced every stroke into her. Instead of pleas from her mouth, moans of pleasure gushed forth. He knew she had come when her nails raked across his back. He could no longer hold back and flooded her insides with his cum. 

Payal felt that she was going to faint with the pleasure that she was receiving. When Shahnawaz removed his dick, she wanted him back inside her. It took just a few minutes for him to revive fully and ensure that her needs were as fulfilled as his were. Through the night his ability to revive and hers to accept his loving assaults were worthy of note. She was truly his and Shahnawaz felt like the luckiest man alive. Payal was in heaven and really glad for her restraint in the relationship with Abid. For the wedded couple life could not have been better at that time.

Yet for both the brief moments of joy they were enjoying at the time were not indicative of the troubles that would follow very soon in their lives! 



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 02



Payal stretched out naked on the bed, her every sense heightened, her body slick with the sweat of the night's ministrations, her pussy sore from the frequent insertions of Shahnawaz's sizable cock, her inhibitions completely gone, and the first day of her married life beginning now that the first night was done. Why the night could not have lasted forever she wondered, the break of dawn and the unwelcome light had shattered the incredibly romantic mood between her husband and herself. She would often think about this possibility for much of her life to come.

Shahnawaz had left the bed a few moments earlier to wash up and await the events for the day. It was after all the day of his valima, the post-marriage celebration of the consummation that every male took pride in. The blood so evident on Payal's genitals and on the bed sheets elated him as he could proudly state that her cherry had been his to pop, and pop it did! 

The knock on the door caught the attention of both partners. According to custom, the first breakfast was served to the couple in the bridal chamber by the bride's female relatives. It was just that the clock had not even reached the 7 a.m. mark and it seemed awfully quiet otherwise in the haweli (large house and compound). 

"Let me put on my clothes quickly," Payal hissed.

"Your bridal stuff is all over the place," Shahnawaz replied, "and remember your suitcases were placed in the store room downstairs."

"Let me go into the bathroom then," she suggested.

"It's only your sister bringing the traditional morning breakfast to us," Shahnwaz assured her, "just toss on your blouse from last night, it should cover much of you."

Payal had no time to put on the heavy gharara (bottom half) and simply tossed on the top part. This reached just below her pussy and could have served as a mini-skirt. Her legs and arms were totally bare. Her sister had of course seen her totally nude just yesterday as she was being dressed Payal reasoned, and at least she was covering most of her points of modesty even if bra and panty less. She figured it was wise to hide the new stains by putting the quilt over the bed, temporarily forgetting about the door being opened just behind her.

Instead of having her sister rush into the bridal chamber, screaming joyfully, Payal could only hear the sound of silence. Turning around she caught the sight of Shahnawaz with his mouth agape. Standing just through the doorway was not her sister, but Haqnawaz and his hideous wife Parveen. Parveen was saying something about the sister's vehicle having had some problems that would delay breakfast for at least a couple of hours. She had instead brought some milk, tea and cookies in case Payal and Shahnawaz were hungry. 

Seeing Payal only in a blouse that cloaked her breasts and pussy, but left virtually the rest of the body on display, she tried to muscle Haqnawaz out of the room, apologizing profusely. Haqnawaz was stuck to his spot, his eyes fixed mostly on Payal's bare legs, but wandering over the rest of her body occasionally. Payal was unable to breathe, move or cover herself any further as she was checked out by the unwelcome eyes of her brother. Finally Haqnawaz retreated through the doorway, very slowly and still drilling Payal with his stare. 

Payal jumped back into the bed, totally confused. Shahnawaz regained his senses, closed the door and came over to comfort his wife. He barely heard her whisper a request to get the rest of her clothes brought upstairs, but acted quickly by yelling at a servant to bring her things upstairs. 

The sounds of a woman wailing and numerous slaps shook Payal out of her state. The screaming continued for a few minutes as did the slapping. She wondered who was being beaten. An argument and more slaps seemed to follow. Shortly, another set of screams came from a different part of the house, thankfully these died down soon enough. Shahnawaz opined that some of the servants were probably getting punished for not alerting the married couple before Haqnawaz and Parveen had come over.

II

To some extent there was truth in that assertion. It was not Haqnawaz, but Parveen, who had started off yelling at the servants and slapping a couple of them in the process. Parveen had then turned on her husband and accused him of not being a respectable elder for staring at Payal, when he should have exited immediately. Haqnawaz was already sporting a serious erection from seeing Payal partially naked and was in no mood to let his wife go on chiding him. A few well aimed slaps had sent Parveen scurrying off to her quarters.

Yet his cock was erect, Payal was not available, and Haqnawaz needed release. Unlike the garden at the gymkhana where the only option was to jack off behind a bush, he now needed to put his cock into pussy, whether willing or not. He simply walked down to the servants' quarters and caught hold of the first reasonably good looking female. As he dragged the victim away, her mother appealed for mercy and received a few smacks in the process. Haqnawaz's henchmen appeared from somewhere and hauled the mother off. 

Lifting the girl over his shoulder, Haqnawaz took her into one of the guest rooms. Locking the door, he flung her onto the bed. She moved to the very edge, curling into a fetal position. Haqnawaz forced her to sit up and lifted her face. He was surprised that he had picked out Naziran, one of the better looking daughters of his servants. He had watched her grow over the past few years, but was surprised that she was already so well endowed. Haqnawaz had over the years taken his pick of the servants to slake his thirst when at the haweli. Most of the females, be they house servants, wives of other employees, or their children of age had already felt the fire from his loins, and the fact that another one was about to be initiated did not appear to be very out of place to those around. 

Naziran began to bring her palms together in a gesture of supplication, hoping to get him to release her. The look in his eyes told her that it would be futile. He was going to have her and resistance would only make thing worse for her. Just a few weeks earlier her friend Shazia, the gardener's daughter, had been similarly picked up by Haqnawaz. She had resisted and ended up with broken ribs, serious damage to her face and one eye permanently damaged. Not only had Haqnawaz fucked her, he had a few of his guards also degrade the girl for her negative attitude! In not acceding up front to a molestation that would have been over in minutes, Shazia had accepted a lifetime of ugliness and despair. Any talk of her trying heroically to defend her 'izzat' (honour) was just for movies and in real life no one gave a damn. In fact she now was condemned to slave like labour in the haweli forever, with little chance of marriage since many more than just the master had soiled her. 

Haqnawaz expected Naziran to resist as he tore the kameez off her body. After all he took pleasure in degrading the girls and also in tossing his leftovers to the guards. He was disappointed somehow that the girl he was about to take almost helped him in the process by going limp. He was even more surprised as she undid her shalwar and dropped it to the ground. She was not expected to be wearing any bra or panties and just a light slip covered her torso. Naziran just ripped it off her own body. Haqnawaz felt his spirit and his cock deflate. No female had ever called his bluff in such a manner and he was confused about what to do. 

"Shahji, ay zabardasti di ki lorh si, tussi bula lainday te me aa jaandi! (Shahji, you did not need to use force, you could have just called and I would come to you!)," Naziran coquettishly teased him, taking a calculated gamble.

"Jaa, kapray paa tey dafaa ho (Go, put your clothes on and get lost)," Haqnawaz felt defeated and seemed unable to proceed. This girl was not going to be given to the guards. 

"Ai teh na hosee, koi na mannay ke tussi meri phudi nahin liti! (That is not possible, no one will believe you have not fucked me!)"

"Tu teh jaandi wain (you do know I did not)," Haqnawaz continued, "what do you want, I am letting you go?"

"Since no one will believe me, I might as well enjoy the benefit that will come from knowing that you, my lord, will share some of your blessings with me," Naziran talked smarter than her years. After all, Shazia was not the only victim she knew about and figured she may as well get something out of the situation since she was already damned to all others. 

Naziran moved forward and grabbed his cock through his shalwar. It had shrunk considerably from when he had seen Payal, but now it began to grow back. Haqnawaz tossed his clothes off and flung her on to the bed. He roughly forced Naziran's legs open and placed his cock at the entrance of her fairly hairy cunt. He plunged it mightily into the girl's pussy, the hymen not enough of an obstacle to prevent his access. Naziran shrieked as the thick, hard and dry rod roughly invaded her insides and this energized him to push in and out with force. She tried to bear the intense pain but Haqnawaz wanted to hear her pleas and began to slap her face periodically to ensure she continued to scream. It would serve no purpose if those in the haweli could not sense how much of a man he was. Yet Naziran again quieted down and began to pant as he neared release. Even hard slaps would not make her yell out. Instead, as he came mightily, he let out a roar that the next three villages would have heard. 

When he recovered his senses, he saw Naziran smiling at him, her face questioning if that was all he had got. It had been the best fuck he had ever had, the blood on the bed attested to her virginity, and yet the chit of a girl was baiting him. She had to be taught a lesson. Pulling out of her cunt, Haqnawaz flipped Naziran over. To his surprise, she assumed a bent forward position, offering her asshole to him. He lined up and drove his cock into her anus. He could not believe the anal entry was achieved with relative ease, even without any added lubricant, and that Naziran was not crying out from the pain.

"Zor di maran ki (should I fuck harder)?" Haqnawaz challenged.

"Koi faraq na paysi (it does not matter)," she retorted, "Abba teh bhraa saalan to meri te pehnaan diyan bundaan marday raye nain (my father and brothers have been buttfucking my sisters and me for years)!" 

"Phudi ta nawi see (but your cunt was virgin)?" 

Naziran gave a little laugh, pushed backed her ass so that his cock went in deeper, and coyly muttered, "if I had lost my virginity to my relatives, could I claim that a great man initiated me. Everyone knows that most servant girls will lose their cherries to one of the masters and do not concern themselves too much when one of us is fucked by you. Who would accept to marry a girl deflowered by servants, many will accept a nawabzada's mistress! Now I know that you will be nice to me and you know that I can be of use to you! Don't forget to send some nice trinkets and money. You would want me to look good for the next time, won't you?"

Haqnawaz sensed that she had him there as he pulled out after dumping a load into her rectum. She was a fuck worth repeating and may have other hidden talents that needed to be explored. He pulled out a wad of notes from his kameez and tossed a few hundred rupees at her, which she let fall to the ground. She did collect the loot, however, after he tripled the original amount. Naziran's next action, walking out of the room, draped only in the bloodstained sheet, across to the servant quarters, cash in hand, with head held high, and without concern to the scores of eyes on her, did not surprise him anymore! The henchmen would not have their sport on the day. But just at that moment the mental image Haqnawaz created was not of Naziran, but of Payal with her creamy white, bare legs, the short blouse covering even tastier treasures!

III

The valima was as expected, thousands of people, loud, tiring and garish. Although just past 2 p.m., it had been a tiring day for Payal. After all she had not slept much the night before. The shock of Haqnawaz entering their bedroom had not been pleasant. To top it off, her sister Zeba had not shown up with breakfast, instead the meal was delivered at 10 a.m. by some of Payal's cousins, but none of her sisters. In fact, for the strangest reason, her entire family was late in arriving at the reception. Most others had already been there for nearly an hour. Hundreds of aunties and scores of other females had all come by to wish her, the same two questions on almost every lip: how was the wedding night and when the first boy would be delivered! Payal wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. 

She was at her most uncomfortable when Haqnawaz and Parveen came over to offer their congratulations. Payal had taken the customary step of wearing an ornate dress but did not wear a heavy head covering chador. She opted for a fancy dupatta instead that she could carry on her shoulders. She could sense that her brother was mentally undressing her, after all her had seen much more than he should have already. It was obvious that she needed to limit her contact with Haqnawaz in order to direct his attentions elsewhere. For the family photo, Haqnawaz stood right behind where she was seated. His hands found his way to her shoulders and behind her hair. As the photographers took their time in getting the right shots, his fingers slowly massaged as much of her bare neck, arms and shoulders as he could. Even worse, the seat she was on only reached up to his midriff and he was able to move his torso forward. She was unable to do anything as he cock brushed up against her head, with only his shalwar in between. She could feel the heat of his loins and wanted him gone, but he was close family and had to be in most pictures. Finally as he left, the smirk on his face told her that he was certainly going to try to get into her pants and soon. 

The welcome arrival of most of her family gave Payal the ability to breathe and to feel as if she belonged. Zeba and one of Payal's brothers were not in the group. Payal's mom gushed over her daughter and many conversations started concurrently with the many relations. Not seeing her sister, Payal wondered where she might be. The Chaudhrani was unusually evasive in her answer. Payal kept asking the same question of other relatives until she got a younger sister to give her the details. 

During the wedding ceremonies, Zeba had apparently found herself in one of the quieter parts of the house. She had gone to retrieve some items from one of the back rooms. As she was returning to the main event in the grounds outside, she was accosted by Haqnawaz who ostensibly was looking for a bathroom. The fact was that as a member of the groom's party he should never have entered the bridal house, but he was also the groom's elder brother and had to be given some respect and leeway. Zeba gave him the expected greeting and asked if she could help him. Stating that she could help him in many ways, Haqnawaz had put his arms around her and tried to kiss her mouth. While not as pretty as Payal, Zeba had all the right attributes, having turned seventeen a few days earlier. Zeba had managed to push him off, but not until he had licked her face, copped a feel of both breasts and grabbed a hold of her pussy through her clothes. Zeba had mentioned this to her mother, who had convened a council of family members after the bride and groom had departed, as had the guests. The situation was tenuous as vows had been taken and Payal was already legally married. Raising the matter with the groom's parents would possibly inflame relationships. Since Haqnawaz was the eldest of the sons, any complaints against him would be seen suspiciously as attempts to disinherit the rightful heir. The solution was to leave Zeba at home and keep the matter under wraps. 

Payal seethed with fury, internalizing her anger while keeping a smile or her face as she attended to the various rites. Thankfully the event ended and as per custom she returned to her family home, with her husband. They would stay there till their departure for their honeymoon. They would also return to her house, at which time the groom's family would come and reclaim their son and daughter formally and thereby end the wedding ceremonies. She was glad that for the next few weeks she would not have to deal with Haqnawaz, but it was important that her husband was looped into what had transpired. 

IV

Talking to Shahnawaz about the elder brother he held in high esteem was not going to be easy. The job had to be done tactfully and with the utmost of care to not insinuate that his family lacked moral fibre, even if they did. At least, with the end of the valima, she had her husband on her own turf, instead of within the confines of the haweli where Haqnawaz could be produced at will and manage the situation.

On the ride back to her home, a good two hours on bumpy roads, she had sensed that Shahnawaz could not wait to get into bed with her. After all he was a strapping 25 year old and she was a gorgeous near-twenty year old. Between the two of them, the activities of the prior night would only have slowed them down for a bit during the day. The promise of more intense lovemaking in the night to follow and onwards had taken care of any pains and aches the body would have or any signs of obvious tiring. His hands had strayed frequently to rub her legs and arms. She had been sitting in the back seat of the car, between Shahnawaz and her mom, and the fit was obviously tight, even if the vehicle was a relatively new Mercedes. This, however, helped both Shahnawaz and Payal warm up for the activity that was sure to follow. 

The opportunity to jump into the sack did not materialize right away when they entered Payal's family mansion. A throng of relatives and friends was there to welcome the new son and ceremonies were already planned that would go into the late hours of the night. Shahnawaz resigned himself to being the center of attention for an extended period. Payal, however, saw this as an opportunity to give him a real treat and also to further her anti-Haqnawaz agenda. 

V

It was well past midnight when Shahnawaz was allowed to take his leave and head up towards Payal's bedroom. The group downstairs had thinned out and finally the various relatives had suggested that he had done his bit in being part of their fun and games. He had been fed loads of sweets, savouries and other delicacies, and the glasses of soft drinks, juices and lassi had been numerous. Thankfully they had allowed him periodic bathroom breaks, but only to use the facilities adjacent to the main hallway. 

He fully expected Payal to be sound asleep. She had been part of some of the ceremonies, but had been permitted to come and leave as needed. She had vanished around 10 or 11 and so had many of the girls of marriageable age. He knew that his time would be stretched by thes plans to make him feel like a part of the family, in this household he currently was the most important personage. Perhaps a good night's sleep would help him get in shape for the next day's social exertions.

Payal was not in the bed. She was not in the dressing room. She was not in the bathroom. Where was she, he wondered. Perhaps she was chatting away in the room of one of her sisters. Just then he heard the light tinkling of bells through the curtains leading to the balcony. He figured his mind was playing tricks and began to disrobe when he heard the sound again, this time a bit louder. A third repetition convinced him to check out the source of the noise.

Sitting on a two person padded swing outside was a burqa-clad figure. Her petite feet were enclosed in sheer stockings, with lovely anklets making the sound he had heard as she periodic brought her feet together. Although he had only known her physically for just a day, Shahnawaz knew that the pretty feet and anklets belonged to Payal and he smiled that she was using a set of payals (anklets) to attract him to her. Shahnawaz move forward quickly to take his seat on the swing. Rather than sitting there, Payal jumped off and moved away from where he now sat. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 02



"What's the matter, Payal?" he wondered.

"Why are you in such a hurry after taking so, so, so long in finishing up with the girls downstairs?" she chided him, suggesting he was enjoying the company of her female relatives earlier. While many of them were quite fetching and he did like the attention he received, he had sweated out the hours before they had allowed him to leave.

"Okay I apologize for my error, it will not happen again," he assured her.

"Really, and how do I know you care even a bit for me, after all you've done nothing for me, yet you have taken everything of value from me!"

"Okay just get out of that burqa, I am not a fan of these sacks," he suggested.

"Where's my reward to do so?" she cheekily retorted.

Shahnawaz remembered that his mother had given him a set of pearls, which included a necklace, earrings and hand clasps. Tradition had dictated that he gave it to her on her wedding night, but he had totally forgotten. He figured it was appropriate to give it now and that she would change her tone.

"Payal, come on in and see what I have for you, it's just a small present," he called to her and was happy as she came into the room a few moments later, still burqa clad, and took the case from him. Because of the veil, Shahnawaz could not tell that her eyes sparkled with joy at receiving such an exquisite present.

Payal turned around and dropped the burqa in a flash. Shahnawaz was dumbstruck as he saw his wife wearing a lacy green corset that ended just above her navel. The only other garments on her were a negligible panty, stockings that went over the knee and connected via garters to the corset, and a pair of heels she had found from somewhere, all in matching green. She held out the jewellery suggesting that he put it on her. Shahnawaz responded with alacrity, placing each piece on her and appreciating the fact that the overall effect improved nicely. 

"Thank you darling," was exactly what he wanted to hear. He also wanted to rip off the garments and make love to her all night and for the rest of his life. He asked about the lingerie and was told that one of Payal's classfriends had just returned from a trip to Europe and had picked it up for to spice up the wedding. Shahnawaz knew that it had and thanked the lady friend's foresight. Shahnawaz was surprised, however, when she suggested he take a seat on the sofa while she moved to the edge of the bed and sat down suggestively. 

"I need to talk to you about an important matter," she advised him, her heart pounding as she wondered how he would react to her information. To keep his interest high she kicked off one of her shoes towards him.

"Sorry, no more jewels to give tonight, but we can get more during the honeymoon," he responded.

Kicking the second shoe towards him she began to tell him about how she had felt violated that Haqnawaz had entered their room in the morning, without announcing his presence, and had seen Payal partially naked.

Shahnawaz was in complete agreement and apologized on behalf of his brother. Taking this as a positive sign, Payal slipped one of the stockings off slowly and as sexily as she could and tossed it to him. 

The next point had to be addressed in a more diplomatic manner. Payal had poked some of the help about the screaming in the house and learnt that Haqnawaz had taken one of the servant girls. She asked her husband if it was custom for the men in the house to force themselves on other females around. Shahnawaz wondered what she meant and she told him what she had heard about the events of the day. Shahnawaz conceded that he knew what had happened, but he assured her that he had never ever taken any such liberties with the servants. This was in fact true, he had a few dalliances but with girls at his college. The servants were never considered material worth fucking. His response earned him the second stocking.

The third point relating to Haqnawaz molesting her sister was not easy to convey and the colour draining from her husband's face told her that he was hurt. He wanted confirmation and Payal explained why Zeba had not been at the valima. She suggested that he could talk to Zeba in person along with Payal's mother to assure himself that this was true. He tried to apologize again and wondered if Haqnawaz had taken too much whiskey prior to coming to the wedding. Payal could sense that the seeds of doubt that she was sowing were beginning to take root in his mind. Very slowly she undid the corset and let it drop to the floor so that her boobs were visible. 

Shahnawaz rose from the sofa but she indicated he should remain seated. As he wondered why she did so, Payal dropped the final bombshell. She explained how she had been revolted by the fact that Haqnawaz had been able to put his hands on her neck, shoulders and elsewhere during the valima picture taking and she was unable to do anything. Shahnawaz suggested that he might have just been expressing his friendship. That idea went out of his mind quickly when Payal asked him if his brother also had friendship in mind as he rubbed his erect cock on her hair and neck. Shahnawaz had turned deep red and his anger seethed, the brother had now attempted to take a liberty that was thoroughly taboo. Payal could sense that her point was made and she underscored it by calling Shahnawaz over, placing his hands on her panty and having him pull the slight garment off.

Between intense anger and intense arousal, Shahnawaz attacked her body with gusto. Though she was still exceedingly tight, he buried his cock into her pussy without lubing it at all. Payal screamed in pain but he forced himself in and out rapidly. A torrent of cum flowed from his penis and flooded her insides. Although she did not come in the process, she was an active participant, scratching him hard across the back and chest and biting down on his mouth and tongue. The necklace still around her neck burrowed into her skin as his weight bore down on her. 

Payal found the energy unexpectedly to flip him over and come atop. His cock had slipped out of her but she needed more. She placed herself over the still erect member and began to bounce up and down on his midsection. Shahnawaz was able to paw her lovely breasts and suck them as he pleased. Payal finally felt a strong sensation inside and came mightily. As she clamped her pussy tight, her husband also achieved another orgasm.

For all intents and purposes, they should have taken a break after furiously making love twice in rapidity. Payal, however, knew that she needed to put an asterisk on the night's doings, firstly to enjoy the physical aspects of her marriage and, secondly to allow the sense of betrayal of her brother to stew within her husband's mind.

She cuddled up to Shahnawaz after he had finished cleaning off the residue from their love-making. Her mouth joined his and they kissed deeply. His tongue and hers intertwined frequently and they remained mouths together for a considerable time. Payal's hand found its way back to his cock. Soon as she had rubbed it a few times, he was back to attention.

Getting on top of him once again, she slid down his body till her mouth was in line with his cock. As he wondered where she got the idea of oral sex, Payal jokingly mentioned she had read about such things in the Mills and Boon type romances that were commonly available in Lahore's upper class bookstores. Shahnawaz had been surprised a number of times that evening already. So another surprise, an unexpected blow job was par for the course. He pondered what she could be up to further in life sexually; she wondered how brazen she may need to get to enforce her rights. 

Yet, as Payal arose from the bed, having swallowed down whatever semen his cock had sent down her throat, Shahnawaz could not help but wonder how he was going to sort things out with Haqnawaz. He had adored his elder brother all his life and already his wife of less than two days had come between them. The blow-up was just around the corner, but for now a blowjob had just been received and his brains were fried enough to allow him to slip into a deep sleep.

Payal cleaned up, lay next to him, going over the events of the day. She could sense that Round One had gone in her favour. The fight, however, would last many rounds more. Who would be standing at the end remained to be seen, but for now the honeymoon away from Pakistan beckoned.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 03



I

"Shahji, you look unwell," Naziran coyly stood in front of Haqnawaz and tried to get his attention, "would you like me to do something for you?" 

Haqnawaz indeed did not look or feel well. His world was changing rapidly and the new reality in his brother's life was the major reason for this shift. Since he had taken her virginity a few weeks ago, Naziran had sided up to him on a number of occasions looking for added bounty, gifts or more. She had been so unlike the other servants in the households. He had let her have a few rupees on most occasions and this probably prompted her to try more often.

Instead of dying with shame after her deflowering and accepting a lowly status, which included marrying the worst male prospects in the village, Naziran took pains to remind those who taunted her that she had only been touched by the master and he had even paid her good money afterwards. In her mind, Haqnawaz was going to help her out of her servant life and into a much more exalted position. For now, it was important that she focused on ensuring his attention remained on her and nowhere else. Yet despite dressing up the best she could in her servant garb, keeping washed up, and even using some of the perfumes that she had found in Payal, Parveen's or Haqnawaz's mother's rooms, somehow he seemed oblivious to her presence. 

Haqnawaz was not stone enough to not see that the little chit was trying to bait him and appreciated her attempts at seduction. Unfortunately for him, three things were on his mind and this left little space or time for his focus to deviate towards Naziran. 

Firstly, he was angry at Shahnawaz for suggesting that he had not only tried to seduce Payal's sister during the wedding but had also made some unwelcome contact with the bride herself. The fact that both assertions were true did not matter the least; he was irked that his younger brother had dared to put him in his place. He had put the thought out of his mind while they were away, but now that they were back the bile rose again. 

Secondly, he had been totally taken aback by the morning's events. His father had asked both brothers to join him after breakfast. It had been just a few days since Shahnawaz and Payal had returned from their curtailed honeymoon. He had given two bits of information, both quite shocking. He had recently been diagnosed with a cancer that was eating away at his insides and estimates on his remaining life were uncertain. More worrisome to Haqnawaz was his intent to divide the property between the brothers and their three sisters and assorted other relatives before he passed away. Haqnawaz was now looking at receiving less than a third of the property, while the hereditary titles were also to be divided between Shahnawaz and himself. Should the patriarch have died without taking such a step, since it was confirmed that no will had existed till that point in time, Haqnawaz could manoeuver things to potentially keep the whole estate. 

But the majority of his mind seemed to be taken up by one person alone, Payal. Despite the talking to he had received from Shahnawaz just a few weeks earlier, his desire for the brother's wife had not dimmed one slight bit. Rather this had been tweaked greatly by the honeymoon pictures that he kept staring at frequently. These were amongst a pile of snaps that one of the female servants, a sycophant of his, had found on Payal's return. Four pictures in particular had his near total attention. The first showed Payal in a long Chinese skirt, with slits up the side exposing her fine legs, and was from a visit to a business friend's home in Kuala Lumpur. The second of Payal in a very short skirt was taken while she was dancing at a nightclub. The third was of her lying on a bed wrapped in a sheet, but with a bit of her bare back, an uncovered arm and an unclothed leg visible. Her face had the look of pure sexual satisfaction on it and the shot had probably been taken just post-coitus. The last was of Payal coming out of the sea in a pastel bikini, her tits and pussy clearly visible through the wet fabric. This was possibly the most erotic thing he had ever come across. He had returned the rest of the pictures but these he kept and stared at frequently. He wondered if there were any more pictures that were even more suggestive.

Somehow the first two issues faded in importance and his cock stirred due to the stimulation from Payal's photos. He could have easily walked out to the centre of the haveli and grabbed any girl in sight. However, his father was in the house and would hear any commotion. Furthermore, in this case Naziran was at hand, willing and looked half decent. Her attention had fallen on a magazine that was under the bed and bent over she looked tasty for now.

Haqnawaz quickly grabbed her from behind and ripped her shirt all the way down. Rather than giving in quickly, Naziran decided to fight for the time being. Getting out of his clutches, she dodged him a number of times, yet continually allowed him to tear a strip or more of her clothes. In a bit she looked totally bedraggled and decided to give up the struggle. Tossing her on the bed, Haqnawaz put his sizable cock into her welcoming pussy. Naziran pushed up with gusto and soon the two were exerting themselves without abandon. Haqnawaz came quicker than he wanted to and launched himself off her body. 

Fixing his clothing, he tossed out a few notes from his wallet. Rather than pick them up, Naziran simply lay back and gave him a shock.

"Shahji, what if you make me pregnant? Do I have to leave? Where will I go? How will I live?

"What do you mean?"

"Chalo chhaddo gal, mein dooji cheez dasdi aan! (Let it be, I'll tell you something else!)" 

"Ki weh? (What is it?)"

Naziran brought out some tiny garments that she had somehow secreted on her body or under the bed to Haqnawaz. In her hand were the two pieces of the bikini Payal was wearing in the picture he had been drooling over. 

"I saw you admiring the pictures of Payal baji and found these little clothes by chance when I went to her room to spray on some perfume," Naziran let him know, "and I thought you may like them on me!" 

With that she fumbled to put the bikini on and managed in a messy sort of way, discarding whatever shreds of her shalwar kameez remained on her body. Though nowhere the goddess that Payal was, Naziran looked unusually good. Perhaps Haqnawaz was imagining Payal in her place, but he was back to full erection and Naziran had his shalwar off in a jiffy. She gagged as he stuffed his prick into her open mouth. Though she had sucked her father's and brothers' cocks on occasion, the attack on her mouth had never been so forceful. Naziran thought she would die as his penis hit the back of her mouth but bravely did not pull back. A stream of cum inundated her mouth and precipitated the release of her head from his grasp. She turned her neck upwards, playfully made a gargling sound and swallowed every iota of his semen. 

"Shahji, you obviously like what I can do for you, can I ask some favours for myself?" Naziran had been waiting for an opportunity.

"What do you want?"

"Shahji, I want to have a better life than this. You know that I am pretty and intelligent. I know you have friends in the TV and film industry. Perhaps you can get me an opportunity."

"But why should I do that, I can fuck you anytime?" 

"Yes, but can you get others jealous because you fuck me today, or will you look like a hero when you are fucking me after I am famous?" As she made the comment, she undid the bikini and tossed both pieces at him.

"Tera mainoo kucch karna hi pavey ga! (I really have to do something about you!)" Haqnawaz blurted out, with a smile starting on his face, folded and placed the bikini in his pocket and exited the room.

Naziran could sense victory in her efforts. If he could get her a place of her own in Lahore and a few parts in some Punjabi films, she could make the most of her fortune. Her immediate problem, however, was that her clothes were ripped to shreds. Since Haqnawaz's father was in the haveli, another bold display like when she lost her virginity was not sensible. Staying in the room was not an option either as Parveen could come by. Her problem was solved by the arrival of one of Haqnawaz's henchmen.

"Shahji sends these garments to you as a reward for making him happy," he announced, tossing a set of clothes to her. 

In her hands was a nice silken kameez, with a matching shalwar and dupatta. A small sac secreted inside the shirt held a few gold trinkets. The man also tossed a package to her, which had quite a few brand new currency notes.

"You really must have done something wonderful to get such presents," he taunted her, "since you are naked anyway why don't you show me some of your tricks?"

As he moved to untie his shalwar, Naziran stood as tall as she could be. Standing erect and staring him down, she retorted, "take a good look now but keep your hands away, this property belongs to the master, touch me at your own risk!"

He froze in his tracks, thought for a moment, shook his head perhaps realizing that the girl may well be the master's favourite, retied his shalwar and left the room cursing the whore of a mother that had given her birth and wishing for assorted curses to befall her. 

Naziran put on the clothing and jewelry and posed in front of a mirror. She liked what she saw. 

"Payal rani," she mused, "now Shahji will know that I am the prettiest around!"

II

Since Payal had raised Shahnawaz's sexual desire so effectively on the night after her valima by strategically using a set of green lingerie sent by a friend from London, it seemed to her that her husband did not expect her to dress Pakistani especially while they were on honeymoon in Malaysia. Although a Muslim majority country, Malaysia was a very open, refreshing, clean and friendly place, so unlike Pakistan. The streets were full of females in Hijab type garb, business suits, casual jeans, shorts, skirts and everything in between, yet all co-existed without concern about what others were doing dress wise. While she would be leered at while dressed even in the most modest Pakistani school uniform at home, here she just received a quick peek of appreciation from the males around. As the chances of dressing western were few at home, Payal took maximum opportunity of the available freedom and Shahnawaz encouraged her fully. 

The Concord was not the best hotel in Kuala Lumpur, but compared to places in Pakistan it was a palace and offered so much more opportunity to go out and be about. Payal had been told about new malls opening in KL and she looked forward to visiting and shopping. Going to the Sungei Wang Mall that was just a couple of kilometres up the road, she was surprised at the opulence and size of the place. Hundreds of stores were on the many storeys and all sorts of garments and other items were on sale. Despite its size, the place looked friendly and had a bazaar type atmosphere that she compared to the Anarkali and Liberty markets in Lahore. 

Shahnawaz had spotted some electronic and photo shops and had gone off. The plan was to meet back up in an hour. He handed her a goodly amount of Ringgit so she would not bother him too much. Walking into the very first ladies clothing store, dressed in a shalwar kameez, Payal felt that she drew the disapproval of the Chinese lady at the counter. 

"You too pretty to hide under baggy dress," the lady, who may have been anywhere from 40 to 75 chided her, "come we get you better clothes for Malaysia holiday."

Payal figured she was just too touristy and a bit out of place. She followed the matron to the back of the store and sat on an armchair while the lady fretted about getting some clothing items. The lady handed her a few trousers and blouses and she got busy trying them on. The changing room had no mirror so she had to come out to see each result. The first few were rejected by the lady herself as not appropriate for such a pretty girl. Trying the fifth or sixth item she noted that a younger man had joined the older lady. 

"No Miss," he spoke, "my mother has no clue about what you should be wearing, let me suggest something instead."

He handed her a skirt. Payal thought for a minute and decided to try it on. Emerging in the skirt, which came down to her knees, she saw the man shake his head in an appreciative manner. The old lady also had a smile on her face. 

"I can make the look even better with more suitable shoes," the man remarked and went off for a few moments.

He reappeared shortly with a couple of shoe boxes. Seating Payal in front of him, he removed her sneakers. She was pleasantly surprised when he wiped her feet with a warm, moist towel, and then dried them with another. Placing her left foot in a lovely sandal, he took his time winding the long straps up her legs almost to her knee and knotted the strings just below it. She felt his hands caress her leg as he tied the straps up. Releasing her left foot, he repeated the process on her right foot, his hands rubbing her leg throughout. 

He offered Payal his hand and led her to a slight pedestal which allowed her into a niche with mirrors on three sides. The skirt looked good on her, but she realized the man was not quite satisfied with the effect. She stood still as he came up behind her and folded in the hem of the skirt, so that it now ended just below her pubic area, the back of his fingers in contact with her thighs. Once again he left for a moment or two, asking her to stay on the pedestal. Coming back and without hesitating, he again caught the hem of her skirt. This time, however, he lifted the skirt clean off her body, leaving Payal in her bra and panties. As she opened her mouth to protest, she felt another garment cover her body, a much shorter skirt that tastefully showed some skin, allowed her legs to really look good in the strappy sandals, and caused both mother and son to shake their heads approvingly.

"This dress very good, your husband will like very much," the lady said, "you come back soon we get you other good clothes."

Almost concurrently, Shahnawaz walked into the store. He had a bag with some stuff he had just bought. He took one look at Payal and had no issue at all paying the amount for the dress and shoes, even buying the first skirt the man had removed off his wife's body. Payal decided not to broach the subject of the help she had received in the selection. The man had made her feel like a million dollars, she knew she was sexy, and her husband's greedy look of desire made her overlook any liberties that possibly had been taken.

They went to dinner and then to a nightclub that evening. Payal did not change out of the miniskirt and looked spectacular. Shahnawaz nearly emptied a roll of film catching his wife in her hot state of dress. The rest of the film he shot after he had fucked her many times and she lay asleep in the early hours of the morning, face down on the bed, much of her body uncovered by the sheet and a smile of satiation on her lips. 

III

Shahnawaz knew that unless he faced his brother down, the impending honeymoon in Malaysia was not going to be pleasant. Payal had insisted that he do so before they boarded the flight to Karachi and then headed on to KL. He had to go straight to the point when he found himself alone with Haqnawaz in the main living room, the night prior to their departure. Their father had been up late discussing business matters but had decided to head to bed. 

"Bhaijan, I have some concerns about how you view relations between Payal's family and ours," Shahnawaz started the discussion.

"What do you mean?" was the obvious answer from his brother.

"I have been told that there was an incident between her sister and yourself at the wedding, is it true?"

"Maybe the girl misunderstood that I was just joking around," Haqnawaz tried to evade the query.

"Would you be okay if someone propositioned our sisters in the same manner?"

"Okay, little brother, maybe I had a bit too much scotch before the event and was not thinking straight," he offered a half-hearted apology.

"Please let us not have any repeats, not only is she my wife's sister, but she is also our relative," Shahnwaz stressed.

"You have my word on it, go enjoy your honeymoon," Haqnawaz wanted him to stop the line of questioning.

"And, one more thing," Shahnawaz added.

"Which is?"

"I expect that you will remember that Payal is my wife and as my elder brother your attitude towards her should be paternal and nothing else!" There he had the load off his back.

Haqnawaz blanched for a bit and remarked, "is she already creating tensions between brothers?"

"Bhaijan, you know what I mean, Payal is now my responsibility and honour," Shahnawaz responded, "and I will defend both against whatever threat appears!"

"Oh little brother, you are taking things out of context, but for now I apologize for whatever I may have done wrong to Payal or her family, it will not happen again," Haqnawaz was again half-heartedly penitent, "do you actually want me to beg forgiveness from her in person?"

His point made, Shahnawaz took his brother's avowal at face value and excused himself from the room. Haqnawaz, furious with rage, decided it would be better to go over to see his friends in Gujranwala and spend a night or two away rather than stay. In less than a day, the new couple would leave for their trip and he would not have to worry about seeing them off. He strode off to the garage, selected one of the jeeps and drove away from home.

Payal was very happy to hear that Haqnawaz had apologized, even if he had not owned up to the extent of his indiscretions. She repaired to the washroom and, as Shahnawaz sat on the bed and thought about what had transpired, stepped out stark naked. His wife's nudity was the perfect cure for his condition. He knew the honeymoon would be phenomenal and Payal would be great in bed and out of it as he positioned himself between her legs. Payal was also relieved that they would not carry unnecessary family-related baggage with them to Malaysia as Shahnawaz's cock entered her pussy.

IV

"We have an invitation to dinner from a leading Malaysian-Chinese businessman," Shahnawaz advised her a few days into their visit to KL, "he was a classmate of my dad in England and I had to accept dinner rather than going to stay at his house for our trip."

"Do I have to dress Pakistani tonite?" Payal wondered, her last dress purchase having provoked such a positive reaction from Shahnawaz. Having fucked her most of the night after returning from the nightclub, he could hardly keep his hands off her while they took the typical tourist bus tour of KL and vicinity the next day. She had found that second skirt, a plaid knit, very suitable for subsequent excursions. 

"Do you something else in mind?" Shahnawaz wondered. His interest was piqued by what she planned to do and what the new dress may look like. He had definitely appreciated her first purchases.

Payal had figured a visit to the mall was due and she could pick up another choice dress that could serve as appropriate attire for the formal dinner and also keep Shahnawaz revved up. Shahnawaz had been forced to mix in some business with his honeymoon by his dad and had plans to be away till after lunch, handling business details at the evening's host's office. 

"I am sure you would have liked to come along and help me out?" she suggested, knowing that he was tied up and sure that he would have turned the opportunity down or gone off instead to see things in the mall that interested him. 

Having not been to any other shopping mall, and not very curious to roam the city by herself, she headed to Sungei Wang again. Karma must have been in play as Payal ran straight into the older lady just as she began to look around the mall. She found herself being led back to the shop she had visited a few days ago. Payal explained that she needed to get a suitable dress for the evening. The lady thought for a minute and then called for her son. Payal felt her insides tightening as he joined them. The minute they heard that the host was Chinese, Payal sensed they knew what would be most appropriate.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 03



Indeed in a few moments Payal was back in the dressing room, a stack of ethnic Chinese looking clothes in the hands of the lady who followed her in and helped undress. The first was a rather short dress that closed around her neck and came down to well above the knees. While it may have been suitable for the disco, for dinner it was not. The second extended from the neck to the ankles, but had a slit going up one side thus completely baring her left leg. Though it looked real nice, she was uncomfortable with the overexposure. 

The third dress solved some of her concern. It seemed to have the same neck down construction, but had a slit on either side that did not go as high. She stepped out to check herself in the mirror and felt comfortable that while both her legs could be seen almost to her pubic area, the garment did not seem to overexpose. She wondered, however, if the dress would curl up in between her legs while at dinner and bare them completely. 

She felt a tap on her shoulder and was handed another dress by the man. This one was similarly made, but with two differences. From a choker around the neck, a gauzy see-through fabric joined the main dress just above her breasts at the front and halfway down the back. Embroidery stretched from the hem to where the gauze started. Secondly the dress had slits that extended quite high but had smartly hidden clasps inside that allowed them to be shortened or increased according to the wearer's need. Payal closed the clasps to a point just above the knee and came out to see the effect.

Payal looked so much better than in the prior dress. As she was admiring herself, however, she felt the man grasp her shoulders from behind and bring her attention to the bra straps that were visible through the gauze. In an instant, he had undone the clasp of the choker and let the top of the dress fall to her midriff. As she took in the new circumstances, he unhooked her bra and slowly took it off by holding her arms lightly and sliding it over them. Payal stood there both speech and top less. In no time at all, he retrieved the top of the dress and latched the choker around her neck again. Her bare shoulders looked so inviting, as did her braless breasts. She could not believe the access she had given him, but was surprised even more when he took her hand and rubbed it over the panty line formed at the middle of the dress. Why she did not protest, Payal could not understand. The man simply undid a few clasps on either side of the dress, put his hands underneath and pulled her panties off, touching her bare pussy and ass in the process and sending a bolt of electricity through her. Smoothing out the dress by rubbing down slowly around her backside, and redoing some of the side clasps, he indicated that she looked superb. She did! Standing there in nothing but the dress and the heels she was wearing, Payal felt sexier than ever. 

Payal had no plans of going to the hotel in her new dress and the lady quickly ironed the clothes she had been wearing when she arrived. The man surprised her yet again by unclasping the choker and letting the dress drop to the pedestal, leaving her stark naked. She should have yelled or protested, but any such thought was stifled as he put her feet into the panties and pulled the flimsy garment up. Somehow allowing him to put the bra back on her body seemed par for the course, even if he took his time adjusting it to her breasts. Payal paid for the clothes, also taking a new pair of heels the man recommended and returned to the hotel. 

Payal looked stunning at dinner. The host, well into his 60s, could not keep his eye off her. Shahnawaz had a raging erection the moment she had stepped out of the dressing area in their bedroom. However, he had to control his emotions till the event concluded, notably as the car sent by the host to collect them had already arrived downstairs. Mr. Sam Chen had attended Eton along with Shahnawaz's dad and the two had also done some export-import work in the past few years. In addition to a fine dinner, and the prospect of soon getting into Payal's pussy, Shahnawaz was pleased by the fact that Sam had agreed to invest in a couple of projects in Pakistan in partnership with the family. Payal's dress sense was much appreciated and she was sport enough to open the slit to nearly her panty line when the host commented on her nice legs. She also graciously accepted the older gentleman's request for a dance in the extensive living room. Mr. Chen must have held up dinner a good hour as he showed Payal various Western and Eastern dance steps and enjoyed her proximity. Shahnawaz had to busy himself by dancing with one of Mr. Chen's daughters, an average looking 25 year old while everyone waited for dinner. Mr. Chen's wife was arthritic and unable to join. The event did not conclude till well past midnight and Mr. Chen surprised Payal by gifting a gorgeous gold and emerald necklace and earring set. She did not object at all when he also kissed each of her cheeks, just as she entered the vehicle to go back, and then joined their lips together for a bit. She had sensed from the outset that Mr. Chen was just an old man trying to relive his glorious past rather than a lecher with dishonourable intent on his mind. 

Shahnawaz grabbed at Payal as soon as they exited the elevator on their floor. Her legs came around him and he carried her to the door, opened it and deposited her on the bed. Payal had the clasps all undone and simply lifted the front flap of the dress to show her bare pussy. Shahnawaz had his cock out in a jiffy and was buried deep in her. Payal came repeatedly as he rammed into her, unmindful of the fact that the dress would need to go to the cleaners as a result of the fluids landing on it. Shahnawaz released his fluids into her and lay unmoving on top for a bit. Flipping her over, he lifted the back flap and forced his regenerated cock into her unlubricated ass. Payal screamed with pain but he forced himself into her rectum, aided by whatever wetness was left from his semen. It seemed to her that she was being punished for making him hold his passion over dinner. It seemed to him that she was on a different plane of sexuality and could handle any sort of carnal activity. His cock, though fully erect, did not spurt for the better part of a half hour and Payal felt that her backside was shredded. He came and withdrew, leaving a trail of semen and blood on her dress and the bed. Although it had been a brutal anal fuck, Payal ignored the pain and enjoyed the fact that she had her man so turned on. 

IV

Shahnawaz and Payal had been gone for just a few days when trouble struck at home. Shahnawaz's father complained of dizziness and pains and was admitted to the best hospital in Lahore for observation. After many tests the doctors came to the conclusion that he had an advanced form of cancer and that his days were numbered. Options such as going to the UK or US for further treatment were soon discarded as the true extent of his affliction was discovered and even foreign doctors expressed their reservation at being able to change things. 

The Chaudhry returned home and, although he knew things were on the way down, tried to keep up a brave face and maintain his normal routine. For some reason he wanted to have his family around, yet was not keen on interfering with the honeymooners' plans. 

V

The next stops were Penang and Langkawi, excellent beach resorts. Payal realized, however, that she did not possess any beachwear. Shahnawaz came along to the mall but, as expected, was too taken in by the many attractions on offer to bother to go buy clothing with his wife. Without intention, or perhaps with, she was back in the same store. The mother explained that while her shop did not carry swimwear, she could get some from another shop. Sure enough, her son soon appeared with a number of items in his hands.

Without a sound, he led her to the mirrored niche rather than the dressing room Payal removed her T-shirt, as if it was the most natural thing to do. She also unclasped her jeans and pulled them off with an assist from the lady. The man dispensed with her bra and panties in a flash, leaving her threadbare, and handed her a one piece swimsuit. She put it on and noted the disapproval on the faces of mother and son. Without a word she took it off, returning to her nude state. The next couple of suits were a bit better, but seemed not to meet with their approval either. The man then helped her into a cream-pink bikini. The bra left much of her breasts on show and had strings around her neck and back. The bottom was lacy and a fair bit of her rear was uncovered. The man pulled out a bottle of some sort of oil and rubbed a bit on her body. It dried out quickly and left a bronzing effect. The vision in the mirror that he asked her to look at was unlike anything she had ever seen, Shahnawaz would just die!

The mother suggested that she could improve the effect and Payal was led to a nearby padded pedestal and bent forward over it, from the waist, with her arms forward. The woman placed a seat in front and sat down. She lightly tied Payal's wrists, with silk ribbons, to a bar that extended from just below the opposite edge of the pedestal. While Payal found this strange, she went with the flow. The lady began to work on Payal's nails and fingers. The man meanwhile started to massage her back, shoulders, neck, thighs and legs with a most amazing touch. Payal must have drifted off, but came to as she felt the man's hands spread her legs apart and his bare skin touch her rear. She was in shock when his penis entered her pussy from behind and as he slowly and deliberately pushed in and out of her. She realized that both the top and bottom of the bikini lay on a nearby chair, undoubtedly removed while she was in her state of bliss. His hands pressed her breasts and then continued to give her shoulders and back a fantastic massage. To Payal's amazement, the mother simply picked up things all around and tidied up as her son continued fucking in plain sight. Even more unbelievable was the fact that all that separated them from the public in the front of the shop was a simple portable Chinese wall. She had no idea who the man screwing her was, nor did she have any relationship with him. Yet at the moment, he was giving her the most pleasing fuck she had received in her short sex life so far. Was she being raped, the man had used no coercion or force, even though her hands were loosely bound. Was she being a slut, she had made no advances. He was not making love to her as no kissing or foreplay had been involved, he was simply fucking her. This was not rape, but this was not consensual either! Did she want him, not really! Did she want him to stop, not at all! She wondered if he was wearing a condom and blurted, "please do not come in me." She got his answer in the form of an empty Durex package that he dropped in between her arms. Payal now noticed that her nails were painted in a glorious shade. She must have come a hundred times before the man tensed, let go and pulled out. Payal wanted to sink to the ground, drained by the act, but the wrist straps prevented her from doing so. 

"More?" he asked. 

Her mind said "no" but her mouth registered a meek "yes" and received a knowing smile from the man and a clap of the hands from the mother. Payal was helped onto the pedestal, which was more like a padded bed, and while only about two feet across, was also about four feet in length. The mother placed a soft pillow under her head and quickly cleaned off her midsection with a damp cloth as her legs dangled over the end. Her son meanwhile put another condom on, tossing away the used one. He ensured her pussy was at the very edge of the pedestal and entered it. He was not as big or thick as Shahnawaz, but the way he used his cock left her breathless. Payal noted that her legs were elevated as her ankles were tied to two stools that had appeared like magic on either side. This ensured that her legs were spread well apart, allowing both the mother to work on her toenails and the man to fuck her. The man stood at the edge, his cock inside and kept up a varying pace, bringing her to climax a few times, but managing to keep himself from spurting. His hands massaged her breasts, shoulders and front and Payal could not believe that she was brazenly acceding to the fucking. She wanted to ask something but no words came to her mouth. He took an inordinate amount of time in finishing and Payal silently enjoyed the treatment. 

Immediately after he withdrew, the mother brought warm, scented water and briskly rubbed Payal down. She was then dried off with a soft beach towel. Payal saw that her toenails had also been professionally done. She was still lying naked on the bed, when the man asked if it was okay to get a picture. Before Payal could respond, he had her standing next to the pedestal, his arm around her. The mother must have taken a few shots of the two of them completely naked and a number just of Payal, some full body and other waist up only, before realization hit. Payal protested but was reassured that the pictures would be part of his private collection.

"You have a private collection?" Payal wondered.

"Yes," he replied, "but you are my first from Pakistan!" 

As if to emphasize the point, the mother placed a thick album on the bed. It had pictures of many dozen females in similar sorts of undress as Payal was. The man was a collector and she had been added to his set. He obviously had much practice in the art of seduction and Payal had certainly been seduced. She tried to ask the man his name, but he had refused to provide it and did not want her name either. 

Even after all that had transpired, Payal still paid for the bikini and two more swimsuits, all quite sexy, along with a bottle of the tanning oil. The manicure and pedicure were gratis according to the mother and for "special" customers only. Payal knew she had entered the pantheon of "special" customers that day, unwittingly but uncomplainingly. She felt both ashamed and fulfilled. Thankfully Shahnawaz had no clue what had just transpired. 

"I hope we see you when you are back from Penang," the mother stressed, as Payal was leaving. Payal's legs nearly sagged and she wondered if there was going to be a repeat. Her body would not object!

Payal found Shahnawaz in one of the electronics stores. She imagined he had been busy with his own things for almost two hours. He advised about looking for her about half an hour earlier, but an old lady at a store had told him that she had gone to another shop and would find him in the mall! Payal recalled that the mother had stopped working on her nails for a bit and gone to attend a customer while she was in her state of passion. Her blood chilled at the fact that her husband had been just a few feet across the partition while she was being fucked. He commented that she smelled real nice and that her nails were so pretty! Payal told him that the store had provided some perfumed wipes and that they had also given her the nail job. Aroused, Shahnawaz did something rather unexpected by pulling her into a corner store that was being refurbished and had nobody inside. His hands wandered under her clothes and his mouth joined hers for a long kiss. 

"Let's get back to the hotel quickly," she suggested, getting instantaneous agreement from him. A session of through love-making would surely follow!

VI

Shahnawaz's mother could not stand to see her husband pine away in his last days. She had put a bold face on things for long enough. As Chaudhrani, a certain level of stoic courage was expected from her. After thinking things over for a number of days, she asked one of the servants to send a telex to Mr. Chen, asking him to relay the information to Shahnawaz. Perhaps they would not mind cutting their honeymoon short by a week. Shahnawaz would certainly not be happy if he returned as scheduled to find his father dead. 

VII

The first two days in Penang turned out to be unusually wet for the time of year and the opportunity to be on the beach did not arise. The forecast, however, called for sunny weather for the next week, during which the rest of the trip to Penang and Langkawi would mean certain frolicking on the beach. They had not totally wasted the two days as far as honeymoon expectations were concerned. The rain allowed them to stay indoors, naked and frequently entwined to each other. They did manage to take in a couple of visits to downtown Penang and shop for knick knacks and presents.

True to prediction, Wednesday dawned without a cloud on the horizon, and soon the sun beat down on the beachfront hotel as if there never had been any rain. Payal was dying to show her husband the new acquisition and Shahnawaz was equally eager to see what she had been up to. Sending him ahead of her to reserve a couple of beach chairs, Payal took her time getting ready. Applying the tanning oil all over her body, she waited until it had fully dried off. The bikini made her look incredibly tasty and would catch a lot of attention. After having gone through a sexual awakening of sorts courtesy of the shopkeeper in KL, she knew she could turn heads and now wanted to. 

Shahnawaz had a look of incredulity as Payal walked out of the hotel lobby and onto the path to the beach. Halfway there, she removed the silken covering that she had above the bikini, dragging it behind and letting the watchers see her in the new outfit. The silence among those on the beach was total; it seemed that even the waves stopped crashing against the shore. Every eye for hundreds of yards on either side of the beach appeared to be trained on her. 

Shahnawaz had a serious erection and may have attempted to mount her in plain sight of the other holidaymakers. Payal had other ideas, however, and insisted on going into the water, having never been in any sea before. She was a fairly decent swimmer, courtesy of her convent education, and felt comfortable even if the water was not quite placid. Tossing her scarf, bag and towel to Shahnawaz and discarding the flip flops on the way, she raced into the water and was surprised at how much cooler it was compared to the temperature on the beach. The sense of freedom she had was immense and she took advantage of her situation by swimming around for the better part of an hour. Shahnawaz was happier for the while sunning himself on the beach chair. He had already taken a dip in the sea prior to Payal's arrival and did not like the coldish water. 

His cock, however, stirred seriously as Payal decided to take a break and made her way back to the beach. As she walked towards him, he noted that her swimsuit was plastered to her body and her breasts and pussy could be seen through the sheer fabric. She looked ravishing and he ran closer to her and snapped a few pictures. Payal got into the flow of things and allowed him to take some more. He was particularly surprised when she bobbed down into the water and came up, this time without her top, her breasts on full view. Shooting a couple of pictures of her topless, and dropping the camera on his discarded shirt at the edge of the beach, he ran in to join her. Their mouths met in a long and passionate kiss. Wordlessly he lifted her out of the water, ensuring that she had first retied her top. It took them almost no time to retrieve their things off the beach and chairs. Still wet, they entered the elevator and headed to their room. She had been in the water, now he was going to be in her.

An envelope on the floor caught their attention just as they entered. Shahnawaz playfully pushed Payal onto the bed, where she divested her top and bottom in no time at all. Instead of Shahnawaz joining her on the bed, he looked up from the message with concern written all over his face. He handed her the message and Payal's sexual energy dissipated instantaneously as the implication sunk in. The honeymoon was over that instant and Shahnawaz involved himself in finding the quickest route back home. They were on a flight to Singapore within a few hours. Spending a few hours in that city, during which they managed to get all the photographs developed, they connected to Karachi and reached Lahore the next day. Throughout the flights, Payal had the sinking feeling that the happiness in her life was also dissipating, in this assessment she was almost true to the mark.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 04



I

Payal's hands slowly increased the rapidity with which they were caressing Shahnawaz's penis. Bit by bit, the stimulus was bearing fruit and his member was rising but not to its fullest. It was not that he normally needed any external force to give him an erection. Just the sight of his wife partially clothed or naked would do the job. Today, however, things were different. Today he felt crushed under the weight of family obligations and expectations.

They had been back from the honeymoon for months now and the marriage itself was beyond the half year mark. Yet, contrary to the desire of his mother or his mother, Payal was not showing any signs of pregnancy. The mention of demonstrating his manhood, which had been a simple jest a few months back, was now beginning to take on different undertones, making Shahnawaz question either her ability to conceive or worse his own to fertilize her. 

Payal was not oblivious to the whisperings in the hallways. Just a few days earlier, she had heard her mother suggesting to someone on the phone that Payal be shown to some good doctor in Lahore or Karachi. Her demeanour, however, was not as furrowed as that of her husband. After all her father and mother had enjoyed married life for three or four years before Payal had come along. So what was the big fuss about Shahnawaz and herself holding off for now, the babies would come in time. For now, she had to keep her man happy and sexually sated. The only cure for anything bothering him was sex, better sex, and more sex. 

"Payal, dear, Abba Jan says that he will be dead before long," Shahnawaz suddenly spoke up even as his cock straightened and expanded a bit as she rubbed it. 

"Oh come on, I am sure he has been dying for a while," Payal shot back, playfully drawing her finger across the tip of his penis and sending a shiver up his spine, "just see how our honeymoon got shortened months ago."

Rather than passing away, as had been feared when they rushed back to Pakistan, the Chaudhry had instead regained much of his health and spirit. He had taken to Payal from the very first day and it had been rare for her not to ensure he got his meals and medicines on time. He had also appreciated the fact that Payal was relatively well educated, compared to Parveen, and was open to conversing about a range of topics. 

"But he is concerned that there may not be any grandkids," Shahnawaz let her know.

"Oh come on, Haqnawaz has a child, and your elder sisters have two each!" was her spirited response. 

"Sweetheart, that is a fact, but he needs one from us also, and soon!"

Seeing Shahnawaz in a down mood, Payal had tried to lift his spirits using a variety of methods. Simply snuggling up had not done the trick. Leaving the bed for a bit and returning in some lacy lingerie, acquired on the trip, had received some appreciation, but not to the usual extent. Stripping down and letting her boobs caress his chest was also a failure. At least the hand job seemed to be delivering some results. It was time for more.

Her mouth closed over his penis and she began to suck and lick with both passion and need. Problems at home can only keep a man's interest occupied for just so long. There usually is just about nothing that can trump a blowjob. Shahnawaz appreciated the fact that his wife was trying to get him into a good mood and now even his nether regions had awoken to that realization. 

His cock fully erect, Payal came atop her husband's torso and inserted his manhood inside her vagina. She had made a significant effort in getting him aroused and now planned to ride him hard. And ride him hard she did, bouncing up and down. But every time he seemed to lose control, she slowed the tempo and diverted his attention by placing his hands on her breasts. This sequence continued for a number of times, before he finally could hold back no more and massively flooded her insides.

"Happy now?" she asked while still in his embrace.

"Of course, should I not be?"

"So perhaps we should let good things continue for now, why tax ourselves with added responsibility so soon?"

Shahnawaz had to agree that she had a point there. He had seen so many of his friends' wives deliver children within the first year of marriage and then expand to huge sizes. It would be a real waste if the same happened with Payal.

"Okay, we'll think about kids another time," he assured her, concurrently concerned that the chorus within the family would only heighten. He would have to think of a way to satisfy both sides, but for now Payal was delivering on expectation, the others were just all talk!

Payal meanwhile had restarted her massage of his cock and this time he was up in a flash. Kids were not on the menu yet, but plenty of fucking was. 

II

"Haramzaadi (bastard daughter), soorni (sow), randi (whore)," Parveen let a string of curses fly at Naziran, who covered at the force of the assault. 

"Bibi ji, mera kasoor ki weh? (Madam, what have I done?)," Naziran meekly pleaded for mercy.

"You thief, bitch," Haqnawaz's wife continued, "when did you steal my neckchains and clothes?"

"Bibi, the master gave them to me," Naziran replied, receiving a stinging slap in response. 

"And why would he do that," Parveen continued, "is he some saint or philanthropist?" 

"Shahji is a good man," Naziran protested, "he felt like giving those things to me, I did not steal them."

"And what did you do for him, spread your legs and let him stuff his ugly cock in you?"

Naziran turned visibly red and this prompted Parveen to hit her a few more times.

The cacophony from the family room led to an unintended consequence for Parveen. His ability to listen to the test cricket commentary on the radio disrupted by the screaming, Haqnawaz strode in with murder in his eyes.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

"This bitch has been caught stealing my stuff," Parveen responded, "and now she claims you gave it to her."

Haqnawaz had been a bit too taken by Naziran lately and had been giving her presents after every tryst. Perhaps in one of the aftermaths he had sent out some things from Parveen's closet that actually were missed. He cursed his wife inwardly for not just going shopping around and making up any losses. Instead she was intent on getting things off a servant girl. 

"Yes, I gave the things to her," he yelled back, "everything here is mine and I do whatever I feel like!"

"So why do you not marry this bitch also," his wife challenged him, "after all she has your streaks of pettiness and evil!"

Haqnawaz strode across the room and whipped his hand across Parveen's face. She flew back against the wall, but remained standing and with a defiant look on her face.

"So today you are really demonstrating how big a Chaudhry you are going to be," she mocked him, "big enough to hit defenseless women!"

Haqnawaz hit her harder a second time and she lay prone on the floor concussed by the blow.

"Let me show you what I mean by being the Chaudhry," Haqnawaz hissed.

Indicating to Naziran that she should come over, he undid his shalwar. Haqnawaz ripped her shirt and shalwar off. Laying her face down on a string bed of the kind present in every Punjabi home, he spread her legs and forced himself inside from behind.

Parveen began to weep and wail as Haqnawaz started to fuck Naziran quickly and without concern for the environs. Very soon he was done. Withdrawing from Naziran's cunt, he fixed his clothing and went over to Parveen.

"Strip," he ordered her.

Parveen balked and received a slap. He gave the same order again and when again she refused to comply another slap followed. The third time he repeated the order she removed her shirt and dropped her shalwar. Haqnawaz ripped her bra and panty off leaving her totally naked. Haqnanwaz handed her clothing to Naziran, who quickly dressed up and ran out.

Haqnawaz headed back to the other room to listen to the commentary, leaving his wife to either put on the servant's ripped clothes or walk out naked to her quarters. He had wanted Parveen dead the day after he had managed to get her deceased father's estate registered in his own name, but she was still alive and nagging.

Haqnawaz was also peeved that Payal and Shahnawaz had been back for months and yet his own father had refused to head to heaven. It appeared that Payal's arrival had reenergized the old man.

And furthermore, the object of his affection was in the same house, but not available to him. The period of time that had elapsed meant that Haqnawaz had little choice but to fantasize about Payal while his brother did all the fucking. The episode he had just gone through had helped relieve some of the pain he was feeling in not possessing the brother's wife. 

A few moments after he exited, Parveen discovered Payal standing in the doorway holding a set of clothing in her hands. Parveen began to sob uncontrollably and it took Payal quite a while to calm her enough to put the new clothes on. Parveen's face expressed a serious debt of gratitude. Payal felt she had gained an ally in her contest with Haqnawaz. The bastard could not be allowed to act in such a way and with his own family. 

III

News of the way Parveen had been treated got around the household pretty quick. The Chaudhry ordered that Naziran and her family be expelled. Naziran herself was nowhere to be found, Haqnawaz having had the feeling that her life could be threatened. He had, instead, taken her along with him to Lahore where he planned to watch the next cricket test match at the stadium. The father, brothers, sisters and mother were taken to the edge of the village and told unceremoniously never to show their faces again. 

Shahnawaz had known all along that his brother had dalliances all over the place, but the fact that he had treated his wife in such a manner was inexcusable. The poor woman had locked herself in her quarters and refused to take food for a couple of days until Payal finally delivered the meals herself and coaxed her into eating. 

"Are you going to treat me the same way?" Payal point blank asked Shahnawaz in the privacy of their room. 

"Have I ever treated you badly," was his true put pained reply. He did not like to be put into the same category of humanity as his ill-mannered brother. 

"Prove it!"

Shahnawaz strode up to where Payal was standing, went down on his knees, held onto her legs and begged forgiveness for sins of the present, past and future. The scene was so ridiculous that Payal could not help but giggle away. 

The awkward moment dealt with, Shahnwaz let his hands go to her shalwar and undo it. He pushed his head under her kameez and pulled her panties off concurrently. His tongue traced the outline of her cunt and she felt energized. His tongue penetrated her and she opened her legs a bit wider to improve his access. Shahnawaz had not performed oral sex on her with regularity so this was a relatively new experience. His mouth melded with her vagina and his tongue probed her insides while her juices went down his throat. Payal had a mighty orgasm and clasped her legs tightly around his head. Shahnawaz had to pry them open in order just to keep breathing! 

Payal pushed him into a plush armchair that sat opposite from their bed. She motioned with her finger that he drop his pants, which he did in a flash. His cock was at heights it had not touched since their honeymoon and she lowered herself onto it by straddling him. His penis was engulfed in her hot pussy in a second and she began moving up and down with purpose. Shahnawaz let her control the flow of events while somehow managing to get her kameez and bra off and leave her threadbare. Just as Payal sensed that he could no longer be controlled, she jumped off. Shahnawaz began to spray his jism around and gobs of his ejaculate landed on her torso and all over the furniture. 

"So you do not want to get pregnant yet," he surmised, picking her up and depositing her on the bed. His cock slick with his juices and hers, he turned Payal over and rammed it into her asshole. They had been having anal sex relatively often since their honeymoon and she was ready to receive him in any orifice. 

She received him in many orifices throughout the next few hours, and in the days to come! And did he come and so did she!

IV

The matter of Naziran having settled down in a month or so, Haqnawaz was back home discussing politics with the other males. He could not understand why his father was so worked up over the President's dictates towards adopting Islamic laws in Pakistan. A new set of Hudood Laws had been introduced in the early-1980s, severely curtailing not only the ability of women to work and be a part of society, but also to inherit property, bear witness in trials, claim rape, and even perform certain functions. In Haqnawaz's mind, women had already been given too much power in the country, he wanted them fettered, fucked and forgotten. After all, the one female who was running about loose in the house, and through his mind, was more than a handful and needed to be tamed, something he himself wanted badly to do.

Shahnawaz, on the other hand, was apprehensive about the changes that would be wrought on Pakistani society. Never identified as dens of iniquity like Beirut, Cairo or Bangkok, Pakistani cities were not known for their overly conservative values either. In order to get the religious fringe to help prop up his illegitimate regime, Zia-ul-Haq had bent over backwards destroying civil liberties, censuring dissent and now effectively disenfranchising half the population. In order to keep himself in power he was quite satisfied with turning the country over to the lunatic religious fringe and to destroy the moderate Islam that had been practiced so far. The man was universally hated but could not be challenged by anyone. 

The Chaudhry himself was furious. Calls to his well-connected group of friends and acquaintances had all provided the same negativity that he felt. Yet no one was willing to stand up to the dictator. After all a man who had not flinched at hanging a popular prime minister was not going to be swayed by public or feudal opinion. The Chaudhry could sense that the Pakistan he had fought for, side by side, with giants like Jinnah and Suharwardy, was now being sent to the same fiendish maulvis who had opposed the creation of the country in 1947. He could only see bad tidings from the events, and his foresight was incredibly right. 

As far as inheritances were concerned, sons were now worth twice as much as daughters and elder sons had even more thrown in for good measure. No surprise that Haqnawaz was all for the laws. Shahnawaz could see his own inheritance increasing a bit, but being offset by a reduction in any property that Payal would bring in the future. While Haqnawaz decided to celebrate with friends, figuring that his luck was improving, and sent off a congratulatory telegram to the President, Shahnawaz pondered over the implications with his father, mother, sisters and wife.

What Haqnawaz had not foreseen was that Hudood laws relating to inheritance applied only in case of death and notably if no solid will was in existence. While alive, however, a person could bequeath his wealth as he saw fit, as long as the gifted property was then registered in the name of the new owner. Unlike a will, which could be challenged, a living soul could decide according to one's own desires and not be liable to challenge. 

The family council of war, sans Haqnawaz, reached a solution pretty quick. The property would be divided equally among all the Chaudhry's children and a similar portion would go to his wife. On reaching this decision, he set up an appointment with his lawyers to draw up the documents in a few days' time. He also took on the job of calling his own brothers, sisters and cousins and giving them his point of view. As a consequence, before the evening was done, Payal's father had called her and confirmed that his family had reached a similar consensus and that no child would be favoured more or less than any other in the division of property. 

For now things seemed to be in good order. But then it is often that someone planning for the future actually does not realize the dream. Things were not destined to turn out quite so well for the family. 

V

Haqnawaz made a point of dropping in at the bungalow he had been forced to get for Naziran in Lahore. The place previously belonged to Parveen's family and had been used when her folks stayed in that city on business or for other occasions. It had passed to him after his father's death and was best suited to now house his whore. It wasn't a particularly large place by the standards of the area it was located in, but had been well constructed and well furnished. For Naziran it was a thousand-step jump upwards from the servant quarters. And to boot, she now had a bevy of servants herself, including a guard, two maids and assorted gardeners and cleaners. Her elevation to mistress of a house was complete, now all she wanted was equivalent success in cinema. 

Haqnawaz did not even make small talk but lifted her off her feet and carried her into one of the bedrooms. Not even bothering to close and doors and unmindful of others that may be around, he ordered her to disrobe. Naziran was happy that he did not tear the clothes off as usual; the ones she was wearing were really nice. She dropped all her clothes and walked to him just as a maid brought in a bottle of scotch, some ice and a glass for Haqnawaz. Her eyes popped at Naizran's nudity and she placed the drinks on a table and tried to run off.

Haqnawaz noted that the girl was about sixteen and reasonably attractive, if not as pretty as Naziran had been when he first fucked her. He called her back and flatly advised that the girl would be moving to his village and haveli when he would be returning home in a few days. The poor girl was mortified, Naziran bit her lip and pondered her next move, and Haqnawaz dropped his pants and asked the girl to come hold his cock. The maid slowly moved forward and hesitated. A sharp slap from Haqnawaz knocked her to one side of the room.

"Get lost for now," he barked, "and wash your hands next time before you bring something over." He had noted dust on her hands as she had come near. This, however, provided the reprieve the girl needed. Naziran would ensure that she would leave within the next day or so and not become a threat that could one day take over this house. 

"Shahji, why do you keep looking around, when I am always there for you?" she coquettishly asked, while grabbing his cock and pulling him onto the bed.

Haqnawaz buried his cock in her and began to pummel away. It did not take too long before his juices mixed with hers. She thanked her stars that a friend had suggested that she get an IUD from a nearby doctor. At least she was not going to get pregnant and thereby ruin her chances in film.

Haqnawaz flipped her over and entered her ass. He had not yet come to terms with the fact that her father and brothers had frequently butt-fucked Naziran, but for some strange reason, in the new environs, the ass looked desirable. It was a much better fuck than he imagined and it took a while for Haqnawaz to grunt and release. After he pulled out, Naziran quickly had napkins out to wipe his dick off. 

As he lay back and sipped a scotch, Naziran started massaging his legs and shoulders. It was an opportune moment to ask for more things, now that she was out of the haveli. 

"Shahji, when can I be introduced to the film people?"

"Why, am I not fucking you enough?"

"You are, but I am looking to be a performer and you can proudly show me as your mistress!"

"Perhaps, I'll bring my director friend, Hanif the next time around."





Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 04



A knock got his attention. It was the maid again advising that a phone call was coming for him from the lawyer's office.

Haqnawaz had shared the number with a few people, one being the junior partner at his father's law office. Although the lawyer himself was a close friend of his dad's, the partner had been involved in some shady dealings with Haqnawaz, including the matter of his father's properties. 

"Sir, your father is about to divide the property before he dies and had asked the firm to come over in three days' time."

This information was immensely critical. So the old geezer was going to divide things before he died, significantly reducing any of Haqnawaz's share. It was time to do something. Leaving Naziran asking what was happening, he dressed, jumped into the jeep and headed back. 

VI

When the Chaudhry did not wake for breakfast, having not gone to the nearby mosque for fajr prayers, the servants around the house began to get restless. His wife had not shared the same quarters for some time and tended to sleep late after finishing morning prayers. To Payal waking up, it felt like the air had stopped blowing and she could sense that something was not right. Almost on cue a cry went up around the house. Payal rushed to the source of the noise, followed by both Shahnawaz and his mother, who had been awakened by the din. Parveen was standing at the door of the Chaudhry's bedroom, screaming. She had been asked to come to the room by one of the servants who was not getting a response from him and who noticed her go by. Shahnawaz took one look at the form on the bed and knew that his father had joined his maker. No one had heard any sound coming from the room the night before. Payal could attest to the fact that he was perfectly fine when he went to bed, just past 10 p.m. Yet in death his face had a pained look on it. 

The funeral and ceremonies were conducted in a manner befitting the person, lasting through to forty days. It was now time for the heirs to lay claim to their shares. There were gasps aplenty as the will was read out. It simply maintained that the law of the land would apply in the division of property and that Haqnawaz, as elder son, would be entrusted with being equitable. Almost immediately the sisters lost more than half of what they expected, Shahnawaz retained almost exactly what he was to get, and almost everything else went to Haqanawaz, including the haveli. There was no provision made for the mother but Haqnawaz made a big show of saying his mother could stay under his roof, forever. 

Almost no one was happy with the way events had turned out. Haqnawaz, however, rejoiced in his victory and having averted a major loss of entitlement. After all, the junior partner in the law firm had helped poison his father. His own father was even less of a bother, just suffocating under the weight of the pillow a paid assassin held over his face, an arrangement also through the same person and in the nick of time. The assassin, one of Haqnawaz's henchmen and thus one with freedom about the house, had taken pleasure in detailing the fact that the murder was being committed on Haqnawaz's behalf as he suffocated his victim, thereby ensuring the father's last memories and thoughts were exceedingly painful. He was not so happy with his handiwork, however, when he met the lawyer at the office to get his payment. Instead of receiving a bunch of rupees, he got a just reward by being taken out to the fields by some of Haqnawaz's guards and tossed down a well. 

Haqnawaz was now the lord of the palace, with the only threat to his legitimacy coming from his younger brother. It would soon be time to nip that threat also. The idyll of sorts that Payal and family were having was coming to an end soon.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 05



I

Lying in bed, reading the latest letter from Shahnawaz, Payal could not help but feel proud that her husband had found the business legs he so wanted in the joint project with Sam Chen's Malaysian company. In the past years the concern had increased revenues by more than 100% and his decision to focus on work looked like it was paying off. Shahnawaz's frequency of visits to her campus in Washington, D.C., had reduced significantly in the nearly four years that she had taken so far. From coming over every other month, he had not shown up in almost six. In just a few weeks she would have a master's degree in Political Science to add to the bachelor's in journalism she had completed a couple of years earlier at the same school. Despite her university mentors suggesting she go on for a PhD, Payal had decided to pass on that option, for the time being, given the changed political situations in Pakistan since 1985. Payal figured her husband would not miss that future occasion, having been present at the last one, and that they would then head back home. 

At the same time, while staying in bed late over the 1986 Easter weekend, she wondered if she had violated too many taboos in her drive to gain allies in the obvious conflagration that would result on the return of both Shahnawaz and herself to Pakistan. Despite entreaties from her parents and mother, Payal had not been home since leaving a few months after the death of Shahnawaz's father. The demon that Haqnawaz represented would have to be faced and the time was soon. 

The arm that came across her bare chest and fingers that playfully caressed her perky nipples testified to the lengths she could go to ensure things would work out in favour of her family and herself once the US episode had ended. Mike Whittaker, bachelor and freshman congressman from the state of Texas was rising up to another round of lovemaking with the goddess in the bed. Payal spread her legs as Mike brought his lips to hers and concurrently pushed his penis into her pussy. He knew she was married and would be leaving shortly after graduation. He also knew that he would support any cause she would be associated with for as long as possible. Their friendship had grown to the point of regular sex over the past few months, but soon things would be changing. Mike felt a pang of regret at realizing that Payal would soon exit his life. 

"You're unusually randy this Easter, you did not even go to church?" she whispered in his ear.

"Well I am worshipping you right now, ain't I?" was a rather true reply. 

"I thought you were keen to go to Texas and enjoy mom's cooking?" she ribbed him. 

"I don't usually get the pleasure of such exotic goodies as you possess," he responded while kissing her neck. 

"And how many do you usually have that are not so exotic?" Payal ribbed him.

"Oh not enough and not like you at all," he confessed, getting a smile on her face in return. 

His arms went around her waist and he lifted her torso while bearing down with his cock. Payal felt she was being forced in two different directions. Her tits moved towards his mouth and he began to suck on one and then the other. Her hands began to tousle his short hair. Mike increased his speed and Payal felt the rush from her oncoming orgasm. She let out an audible yelp and came just as Mike released his load into the condom he was wearing. After their orgasmic spasm had passed, he slowly lowered her back to the bed and pulled out of her cunt. Kissing her deeply, he headed off to the bathroom. 

Payal, getting up from the bed threadbare, went to the kitchenette to prepare breakfast. She was in the process of making eggs when Mike saw her in the kitchenette just wearing an apron. Despite the multiple bouts of fucking over the past few hours, his cock regenerated. Leading her to the dinette, he pressed her head down over it and entered her pussy from behind. This time, however, he controlled himself for a while and pulled out before releasing. Payal realized that he did not want to come in her unprotected, turned around and took his tool in her mouth. His sperm hit her throat just as the fire alarm went off. The eggs and oil were ablaze! Mike had the fire out in a few moments but since breakfast was ruined the only sane route was to stay in bed till lunch! Neither of them had any problems with that option. Payal probably had received some nutritional value from the ejaculate she had swallowed as the alarm went off. Mike was hungrier for her body in any case. Shaking their heads and giggling over what had transpired they returned to the bedroom. 

II

Within a few weeks of the death of her father, Payal knew that Haqnawaz was hell bent on acquiring everything that had gone to the other siblings. Almost immediately any communal property magically transferred to his name, increasing his share substantially. While Haqnawaz was smart enough not to directly cause any loss to Shahnawaz, he had no compulsions about taking more than half of what the sisters had inherited. The sisters had all sworn never to return to the haveli again, cursed Haqnawaz and his succeeding generations, and slunk off to their husbands' homes. Haqnawaz could not force the mother out of the haveli and still had to give her due respect. 

Shahnawaz and Payal had almost immediately come to the conclusion that they could not stay for long. While Haqnawaz would not force them out as long as his mother was alive, their stay was not safe. Shahnawaz had already built on the contacts with Sam Chen in Malaysia and was ecstatic when asked if he would come on to the joint venture board and split his time between Kuala Lumpur and the new plant site near Faisalabad (the city name being changed from Lyallpur by Zia-ul-Haq following the murder of Saudi King Faisal). 

Payal was not keen on staying in the haveli, given that her husband was usually away and Haqnawaz had regained his old ways of leering at and ogling her. In fact, within the first few weeks of his father's death, Haqnawaz had accosted Payal three times in the corridors while no one else was around and her husband was out of the country. The first time he had simply tried to hug her close, but she slipped from his grasp and ran off. On the second occasion, he had actually backed her against a wall, and rubbed his hands over her clothed body, while she fought off his attempts to kiss her. As his tongue probed into her mouth she bit down, causing him to yell out in agony and let go. The third time around he was most brazen, pushing her face forward into the wall and actually getting his hands under her kameez and shalwar to feel her breasts and hips. Payal screamed as his fingers managed to slide her shalwar down a bit. Haqnawaz was emboldened that no one had responded to her pleas and lifted her kameez up to partially bare her backside. As he tried to undo her shalwar, Payal instinctively smashed her foot down onto his and jerked back so her elbow hit him square in the face. His nose and toes broken, Haqnawaz had to abort this attempt at rape also. Payal had no intention of having a fourth encounter, but was not sure either if she wanted her husband's mind diverted to this situation at home. She decided to visit her parents for an extended stay, letting Haqnawaz stew while she worked out her alternatives. 

Payal's solution came from her old friend Fariha, whose brother Abid she had a tryst with prior to her marriage to Shahnawaz. Fariha had written to her of the wonderful educational opportunities in the US and suggested Payal take a shot at it. Given her high grades in school, her family background and her husband's willingness to let her attend, Payal was soon admitted to Georgetown University in Washington, D.C. 

Shahnawaz was also able to focus on his work in Kuala Lumpur and Faisalabad without worry regarding the safety of his wife in the familial circumstances that existed. Sam Chen was both a great mentor and an excellent family friend. No surprise that in no time the joint venture began to turn over in earnest. Shahnawaz had wisely invested a substantial portion of his inheritance in the venture, selling off unneeded agricultural property to other landowning school friends rather than to Haqnawaz. Very soon he realized that his returns from the investment were more than making up from any inheritance losses or any revenues from planting the now sold lands. The only downside was that Payal was not always with him, and his increased work involvement meant his trips to see her kept getting further apart. Still he was very proud that his wife had received her bachelor's with honours and with a master's would be the most educated female in any of the landowning families that he knew. 

III

Arriving at Georgetown in May 1982, Payal could not believe how different things were from American movies and also from her home in Pakistan. Expecting a capital city that would be dead like Islamabad, she instead found Washington, D.C. to be abuzz with life, intrigue and excitement. There were quite a few Pakistanis around, both because of a large embassy and since many Pakistanis worked in the D.C., Maryland and Virginia areas. Payal, however, had been advised by her friends to steer clear of her fellow countryfolk and instead learn from the Americans. The exception was that she remained close with Fariha, who also went to the same university and was now one year ahead as a junior. 

Payal had immediately been drawn to the political science and journalism courses. Fariha was majoring in journalism and this gave her the opportunity to get some mentoring. Politics came almost naturally to her. Payal was able to get credit for some base courses, on account of work done in Pakistan, and had entered Georgetown as a sophomore. 

The sophomore year had gone by in a rush. Shahnawaz was so proud when he saw that she had been on the Dean's List both semesters. His trips to the US had been relatively frequent that year since Sam was also handling some trade with that country. Given that Shahnawaz had a real reason to go to the US, Sam was happy to let him officiate on his behalf in those matters. The project with the US ended in summer and Payal stayed on to complete a full semester's worth of work during that period. Given that she had also done a full semester's equivalent during summer 1982, she found herself able to finish the degree by May 1984. It had not been easy by any means, but Payal was bent on proving herself not only to her peers at Georgetown but mostly to the menfolk in Pakistan. 

Payal wondered why the teaching assistant in the American Political Systems class would stare so intently at her whenever class was held. However, other than collecting assignments or helping answer a question he had not approached her in any way. He was a rugged and handsome type. Classmates told Payal that he was from Texas, was working on his PhD, and belonged to a political family. Her formal introduction to Mike came when she ran into him at an event relating to the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan. 

"Would you mind if I sat next to you?" he had asked, indicating that the hall was nearly full. 

Payal shook her head and he got into the seat, while extending his hand to her.

"Hi, I'm Mike, I believe you are in the American Political Systems class. I have been noting that you are quite keen on Political Science."

"I am Payal, and yes to both your other points." 

"Isn't that an Indian name, are you from there?"

"The name is Indian, but I'm from Pakistan."

"That explains your interest in the lecture on Afghanistan."

The very next class he handed Payal a paper titled "Support to Pakistan: Key to Afghan Victory." It was a paper that he had recently submitted to a major journal and presented to the Senate Foreign Affairs sub-committee. Mike was for strong support to Pakistan, rather than building up individual Afghan warlords, and could foresee the Soviets withdrawing but Afghanistan falling apart because of current Western attitudes to the region. 

"Mike, that is an excellent paper," Payal complimented him after the next class.

"Why thank you, pretty lady," Mike responded with typically Southern US mannerisms.

"I wish you could meet our politicians and I could talk to yours," Payal continued.

"I could arrange to have you see someone in Congress."

"If you could, I'd be so grateful," Payal responded.

"Perhaps enough to accept an invitation to a nice American dinner this weekend, my uncle the former Senator from Texas is visiting and I really need a knowledgeable date along."

"I wonder if you know I am married."

"Yes, I do, but also know that your husband is not here currently. Besides this is your chance to meet someone politically important. In any case, his fifth wife, my current aunt will be there and she's about our age!"

Payal could not refute the logic and agreed to dinner on the coming weekend. For the rest of the week she seemed to be on tenterhooks wondering if she had done the right thing to accept, what to wear, what questions to ask, what to do if things moved in uncharted directions. All the time the handsome face of Mike kept encouraging her to give things a go. 

Mike looked seriously dumbfounded when he picked her up. Payal had selected a knee length skirt and fancy heels in which her figure and legs would make an impression. He held the door open, kissed her hand and presented her a rose as she seated herself. Payal turned crimson, but Mike simply got into the driver's seat and headed to dinner.

Richard Whittaker was a larger than life character. Hailing from the Austin area, he had represented Texas in the Senate for nearly three decades. There had been talk of him as a possible presidential candidate but his predilection for a new Mrs. Whittaker every few years finally got in his way. With no further route upwards, he had resigned prior to the last election and promptly married Bonnie, a typically buxom Texan blonde, perhaps a third of his age. He appreciated having a babe on his arm, she knew he was loaded and when divorce happened she would be set for life. But even with the beauty married to him, he could not take his eyes off Payal. He sat one on side of Payal, while Mike was on the other. There was a rare moment when Richard did not have his hand on Payal's hand, leg, knee, shoulders or other part of anatomy. Payal realized Richard was no Sam Chen, who had also taken to her on her visit to Malaysia but had been proper. Yet she also felt that with Mike around the flirtations were harmless. Anyway, she had the man answering every question she tossed at him, some almost verging on issues of national import. As dessert was served, however, Richard surprised her by working his hand under Payal's skirt. 

"Mike my boy, you know this here filly is the perfect campaign assistant that you could have," he gave a suggestion out of nowhere while squeezing Payal's thigh and leaving his hand there.

"Campaign, what campaign?" Payal wondered as Richard's hand moved up a bit towards her panties.

"This young lad will be aiming to become a Texan representative to the House next November."

"Thanks for leaking information that is not quite public knowledge yet," Mike protested. 

"Young lady, you go work on this guy's campaign. Lord knows he needs capable people to help him. And it may be the best on-the-job training you get towards your next degree in politics."

"But my major is journalism," Payal responded as his hand went even higher.

"Why my dear would you want to be a piss-ant reporter in your country or any other, when you could learn how to be a leader?" His hand had now reached high enough to rub against her panties. In fact he had placed his fist in such a way between her legs as to prevent her from closing and crossing them. His index finger was slowly feeling the outline of her pussy. Payal was at a loss how to manage the situation. 

"Oh hell, don't get me wrong pretty lady. I just have a hard time remembering how old I really am and how good the skin of a really exotic woman feels. Yours is really nice, but even if I could, my faulty mechanics would not allow me to get near you!" He withdrew his hand rather than forcing his finger inside, given that he had managed to push the fabric aside and was actually touching her cunt. He fished for something in her pocket and placed a card in her hand.

"This is my private address and contact information. You just let me know if there is anything you ever need, and don't worry about any complications from my side." His hand found its way back under her skirt. Payal alternated from red to white as Richard continued to rub one thigh and then the other. At least he did not have the physical ability to ask for sex. Payal wondered why she had not stopped him very early in the meal from fondling her. Perhaps she was in awe of the great man. 

Richard stayed true to form as the dinner ended, giving Payal a sloppy kiss on the lips and copping a generous feel of her behind. Mike apologized all the way back from dinner. He did not know exactly how far his uncle had progressed but figured out that he had been inappropriately touching her. Just before she stepped out of the car, however, Mike asked her to sit for a bit.

"Payal, my uncle is a dirty old man, but he is right that I am running for office and could use a qualified person like you on the team."

"But I am not sure if I will stay here beyond graduation in May."

"Yes, you will, in fact you are going to join the Master's program in political science at Georgetown," Mike laid things out for her, "in summer you will move to Austin to be part of the campaign."

"But would I not be in school beyond the summer and would your uncle be around?"

"Yes you would, but I will arrange things so that you receive credit towards your degree by working on the campaign. As far as my uncle is concerned, he is all bark and no bite in everything except American politics! On one hand, I again apologize or his behaviour. On the other I am glad that you did get a lot of interesting information from him this evening. He may be a good political source of support for the future!" 

Mike stepped out of the car, went to her side and let Payal out. Payal wondered if he was going to try something. Her pussy was wet from Richard's fondling and Mike might have had the opportunity to convert the dinner date into breakfast in bed. Instead he stuck out his hand to shake hers, said that he would have a contract sent to her shortly, and drove off. 

IV

Haqnawaz rued the day he had introduced Naziran to his producer friend Hanif. On their very first meeting, Naziran had seduced Hanif into offering her a bit part in his upcoming Punjabi film "Dildar da Waar" and she knew that her path to ascendency went through him. The role in itself was no more than a supporting one in a song and dance sequence involving the actual heroine. Naziran, however, had not objected one bit to the low cut bra, the high side slit on her gharara, the shots of her jiggling breasts and moves that were incredibly vulgar. The film would have bombed if the song had not resonated with the poor and sexual repressed masses. The words were not memorable, her performance on screen was. Turned on by her actions during the numerous retakes, Hanif had asked her to be brought to his office in the studio. He became the second man, after Haqnawaz, to vaginally fuck her. In fact, Hanif shot a few unnecessary scenes with her over the next few weeks, just to ensure she would be on set for a later fuck. All these scenes ended up in the trash bin during final edits. 

Within a week of the release of the film, she had four more offers of dance numbers and one to play the role of a vamp. Suddenly the magazines, newspapers and other media forums wanted to talk to her. Naziran realized she had serious deficiencies in the matter, asked for educational help, and was assigned tutors for Urdu, English, acting, dance and etiquette. The three male teachers all made sure they sampled her wares as often as they could as she surprised everyone with her speed in learning. Within a few months, she spoke proper Urdu and could hold a basic conversation in English. While none of the dance numbers had the same oomph of the first one, the sexiness that oozed from her as she played a society call girl brought her recognition as an actress with some capability. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 05



All this film work, schooling and so on meant that she was not often available to Haqnawaz when he made his trips to Lahore. The first time she had been away, he waited till she showed up late at night, slapped her silly, fucked her hard and left her naked on the patio. The next time she was late he tried to hit her again only to find a huge man with a gun showing up from an adjacent room. The man introduced himself as her brother who was there to protect his sister's honour! While neither of the assertions was true, Haqnawaz decided to pass on beating her silly. 

While no longer ready to accept physical abuse, Naziran made sure to hedge her bets, however, and did not always totally rebuff Haqnawaz. Sending him a perfumed note via a servant, she waited as he appeared just prior to nine p.m. one summer evening. She had come back from a shoot earlier in the day and was well made up and coiffed. As he entered the main lobby, where the lights were dimmed, Naziran stepped forward, covered only in a gauzy fabric that hid nothing. She let the garment drop to the floor and walked up to him just in a fine set of heels. 

"Do you not like me better like this?" she directly asked in cultured Urdu, rather than the usual servant Punjabi.

Haqnawaz had risen to attention and his nodding head indicated that she had made an impression. Naziran led him into the bedroom and helped him remove his shirt. As he took off his trousers, she was already in the bed. Haqnawaz joined her and his cock entered her pussy. Despite the fact that she had already had a tryst each with the director and the lead actor earlier in the day, she was still open to his invasion. It did not take long for Haqnawaz to finish and roll off. 

"Was that not nice?" she queried. 

"Yes it was," he had to confess.

"A lot better than simply screwing a servant girl without any graces!" she continued. 

Haqnawaz had no objection to that. In fact, he had a hard time recalling when he had last made love to a woman in bed instead of just fucking the various females he had in past years on whatever piece of furniture was available. 

"Do you not think you will look like a real hero when you take me out on the town?" 

Naziran's transformation had been fantastic, instead of a brazen servant girl she was now a practiced and seemingly educated femme fatale. 

"Take me to dinner tonight at the Intercontinental, then."

"Okay, get ready," he agreed even though he had never been in public with any female, not even his wife Parveen. 

He felt like he was on a pedestal while at dinner in one of the restaurants in the city's main hotel. The entire staff and anyone else around seemed to be focused on Naziran the budding starlet and inwardly congratulated Haqnawaz for his good fortune to be with her. 

Naziran knew that she had made the leap forward towards girlfriend material. If only she now could become the wife of someone important like Haqnawaz, her life would be perfect. 

V

While her family was not happy that she had decided to stay in the US for a further degree, Shahnawaz was thrilled that his wife had done so well in school and that she was taking such an interest in politics. At her graduation he had arranged a dinner for her friends and others in the area. He had surprisingly taken well to Mike, given Payal less cause for concern. After all, she had ensured that since he had not come over since the previous October, he now had his fill of her and also filled her.

Within minutes of his landing at Dulles Airport and clearing customs, Payal had him undressed in a room she had reserved at the Hyatt nearby. Shahnawaz, of course, had trouble keeping his hands off his most desirable wife, given that he had not seen her in months and that she had shown up in a rather suggestive tank top, short skirt and boots. She had to almost fight him off in the short taxi ride over to the hotel. 

Payal had pushed him onto the bed and literally torn off his clothes. Her mouth came over his pulsating cock and it did not take more than a few seconds for Shahnawaz to erupt in it. 

"Good, now that your immediate need is met, you will take a longer time satisfying my needs," she challenged him while ripping the tank top straight down the middle. It fell off, now useless as a garment. 

She proffered her right and then left foot to her husband who yanked the boots off. Shahnawaz got into the game by grabbing her skirt and quickly sliding it down her legs. Throwing her onto the bed, he stuffed his erect-again penis into her. Payal screamed with joy as her husband began to ram home in earnest. Having already come once, he was able to prolong his release for a fair amount of time. Payal felt like she was being kicked silly in her insides while also being massaged masterfully by his body. She was already loud, but the screech she let out as she came must have been heard over the noise of aircraft at Dulles! One can well imagine what transpired for the rest of the day and night at the hotel. Payal got no sleep, Shahnawaz could not work off his jet lag, and many of the hotel patrons got quiet an earful of her joyful yelps. 

Fariha was smart enough to move out of the apartment she was sharing with Payal while Shahnawaz was there for the graduation. It so happened that her family had shown up and they all were situated in a hotel near the university along with Fariha. She was to get married shortly and had no plans on remaining for a further degree in any case. She had also secured a reporting job with Herald, a leading Pakistani newsmagazine. 

Shahnawaz was keen to thank people who had helped Payal. Mike was among the two dozen or so invitees to the event held at the area's noted Pakistani restaurant. Mike had been absolutely straightforward in his approach to Shahnawaz concerning Payal coming on to help with the campaign. Since she had already decided to focus on political science for her post-graduate studies, this made good sense to Shahnawaz. Payal was glad that Shahnawaz did not see Mike as a threat, but rather as a good future connection. He was keen to accept an invitation to visit the Whittakers' ranch near Austin on his next trip to the states. A few days later, Shahnawaz reluctantly had to return to Malaysia to handle business. While he had enjoyed much physical comfort with Payal during his stay, it seemed he had to leave too early. 

Shortly afterwards, Payal was ready to work on Mike's campaign and headed down to Austin. She was getting paid a relatively decent salary for three months of work in summer. During the first semester she would be splitting her time between Georgetown and Austin. She had been housed in a small apartment a few blocks down the street from Mike's election office. Rather than taking on a specific responsibility, he had asked her to help the various groups and to learn the process. 

Mike's first hurdle was to gain the Republican nomination to the House. He was up against a four-time Congressman, but fancied his chances since the man had been involved in the Iran-Contra scandal. Sure enough, Mike was able to secure enough backing in the district to receive the party nomination. The real test, however, would come in November. 

The celebration at the office was loud and boozy. Payal, who had tried alcohol on a limited basis so far in her life and notably during her time at Georgetown, was persuaded to take a bit more champagne than what she usually could. While it was not enough to knock her silly, it did make her glow, perk her beauty up, and cause a definite loss of inhibition. Accepting to dance with the guys at the party was not an issue, even when Mike grabbed her for a slow number. He pressed her body close to his through the song and she could sense that he was quite aroused. 

Mike offered to see her back to the apartment. Payal was surprised when Mike simply walked into the place, rather than returning from door, picked her off the ground and placed her on the bed. His mouth came down on hers and they kissed for a while. Lifting Payal's skirt off her and disposing of her lingerie, he had her threadbare in a moment. His rock hard member was buried deep inside her in no time at all. 

"Payal, you are beautiful, I can't tell you how long I have waited for this moment," he confessed.

He pushed hard into her and she buckled up against him. For every stroke he managed inwards she responded with a firm riposte. Just as he was about to come, however, he pulled out and spurted all over her torso.

"Sorry about that, I was not wearing a condom and did not want any complications for you."

Payal, at the moment, could not care less. Her senses were somewhat dulled by the alcohol. She had just made love to a man she had come to admire on campus and in the office. He was also giving her the sort of sexual treatment that she had not received since her husband's last visit. Once she regained control of her senses, however, she sat up in bed, and held her head. Mike understood that she had just realized what had happened. He had already cleaned her off. Now he laid her back down in bed, pulled the covers over her, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, while bidding her a good night. Dressing quickly he decided against staying overnight and left. 

Payal was in shock. Mike had already headed out the door and she had to ensure that this indiscretion did not go further. She was very much in love with her husband. She did not know what caused her to accede to Mike. Maybe it was his charming personality. It may have been his aura of power. Or perhaps she just missed not having her husband around. 

At work things seemed normal, except for when Payal had to go to Mike's room. He had immediately kissed her full on the mouth and grabbed her in a bear hug. His hands had wandered under her blouse and were caressing her boobs. Payal had to fight to push him off after their tongues had intertwined for what seemed like a good five minutes. 

"No Mike, we cannot do this again, it was wrong," she blurted.

"But we both know that last night was great," he replied.

"I am happily married and do not want to spoil things with my husband. If it means that we cannot go back to normal, I am ready to quit right now," she threatened.

"It's okay dear, I respect you and will do as you say," Mike was somewhat downcast, "but you should know I am always there for you."

True to word, Mike did not try anything till election-day was almost at hand. Payal accompanied the team to the Republican National Conference in Dallas, even spending significant time alone with Mike, but things between them remained platonic. 

Payal's life, however, had a gap suddenly occurring. Shahnawaz cancelled a planned trip in late-October and was uncertain about making it in December either. She had no plans to go home for Christmas as she would be busy with making up for lost class time once the election was over. Shahnawaz and Payal had quite a sharp exchange on the phone and she had cried for hours afterwards. 

Mike had noticed the she had a gloomy look and inquired a number of times. Payal told him about Shahnawaz not making it over. She had burst into tears and gladly accepted Mike's caresses as he consoled her. However, he did not go any further, despite Payal being in his arms for the better part of half an hour as she composed herself. 

The Ronald Reagan machine in 1984 carried a number of new Republicans into Congress. Mike's win was relatively unsurprising, given his family background and strong campaign, but it was a moment to savour all the same. Having made his acceptance speech, he finally was able to beg leave and retire to his room in the hotel where his campaign had set up camp for the final day. Many of his staff members were spending the night there also. He had the strangest urge to ask if Payal was up. She was. 

"Come celebrate with me," he said, "after all you'll be heading back to D.C. in a couple of days."

"I'm not sure I should," Payal replied.

"Oh come on, be a sport, I even have a little going away gift for you."

Payal had been feeling alone not knowing what would happen next. The post-election scene was rather anti-climactic. Shahnawaz had called her sometime earlier to offer congratulations on the victory. However, he had also confirmed his inability to visit over Christmas. She should have been celebrating, rather than sulking. On the other hand, Mike had been exceedingly nice to her. Not only did she gain invaluable experience working on the campaign, he had introduced her to many leading senators, congressmen and even state governors during the past few months, and learned much about the American political system. Though not able to meet President Reagan, she did get a chance to talk to VP George Bush Sr. on his visit to Austin. Surely Mike deserved her thanks too. 

Suddenly Payal felt the need for company. She also felt naughty. The urge to repay Mike for his kindness overcame her, and she decided to go see him. Payal steeled herself by taking a few swigs from the bottle of champagne one of the staffers had handed to her as she had left the main event after Mike's acceptance speech just over an hour earlier. It was still cold and tingled all the way down. The way Payal looked at it, Mike already had carnal knowledge of her and no further taboos were being broken. She pulled out a number of sexy clothing items and thought about various dress combinations for a while. Payal knew they were going to have sex, now she wanted to look better than usual. She came to a decision in twenty minutes or so, changed accordingly, and headed upwards to his suite. 

Mike was ecstatic when he opened the door to his suite and found Payal there. It had been nearly an hour since he had called and hopes of her coming had nearly faded. He was even more pleased when she stepped in, shut the door behind her, turned around and motioned for him to remove the mid-sized winter coat she was wearing. Complying, he discovered that Payal was nude underneath. Twisting to face him again, she kissed him lightly on his lips and walked straight towards the bedroom, kicking her heels off in the process. The champagne had both cooled Payal's insides, and warmed her inhibitions, to the point that taking the elevator in only her heels and a coat that did not even reach her knees had not fazed her. Mike needed no encouragement at all to join Payal in bed. And join her he did.

Laying her down on the bed with her legs dangling over the side, he kissed her from the left toe up the leg to her pubic area, and then repeated the same process on the right leg. His fingers spread her pussy apart and his tongue began to tickle he insides. He appreciated the fact that her cunt was totally shorn of pubic hair, result of a practice that had been ingrained into her in Pakistan. Payal felt like a bolt of electricity passed through her as she had her first orgasm. Mike refrained from entering her, but continued kissing various parts of her body, sucking on her tits, fingering her pussy and really getting her warmed up. 

Getting up from bed after some time, she grabbed his hair and pushed him down onto the bed. It appeared that he obviously had some prior aspiration where things would may if she came to his suite. A bunch of condoms were already on the nightstand. He unsheathed and placed one over his penis. Holding his now covered cock, she lowered her vagina onto it. Mike let out a deep moan, appreciating her tightness and warmth. His hands grabbed her boobs and began to trace around them. Payal started to go up and down on his prick, varying the speed to ensure he would last. Ultimately, he could hold himself no longer. As Payal's pussy traversed his shaft for the umpteenth time, he came mightily. She had already climaxed multiple times yet had another orgasm. They lay silent and spent on the bed for a few moments. Mike removed the bulging condom and wiped himself off. 

"Wow, Payal, that was fantastic!" he let her know.

"Consider it a 'thank you' from me for everything over the past few months," she responded.

"And I don't get a victory gift for today?"

Payal was up in a minute. Holding his cock in her hands, she began to move her mouth and tongue up and down over it. Mike was in heaven as Payal sucked him. When he exploded in her mouth, she swallowed every drop of sperm, not letting his cock go till it no longer spewed any cum. 

"Happy Mr. Congressman?" she coyly asked, "and where's my present?"

He motioned over to an armchair on one side of the room. Payal saw a beautiful set of Texan boots, a cowboy hat and assorted material that went with those things.

"I figured you would look good as a cow-gal!"

And look good she did when dressed up in the outfit that included boot cut designer jeans, a roughneck shirt, a bandanna, a wide belt, and a cowboy hat. Mike told her she could be a live poster for the West and Payal appreciated the compliment. For much of the rest of the night, she wore the boots and the hat while they serviced each other. The other things were inappropriate in the situation. 

"Mike, congratulations once again, and thank you," Payal said as she left at dawn just in the boots, hat and coat. The heels were in her hands along with the rest of the stuff in various shopping bags. Luckily she made it to her room without attracting any attention. It would not behoove the new Congressman to be involved in an affair so early. 

Payal decided to wear the cowboy get-up on her flight to National Airport and received many an appreciative stare. She figured she would not be seeing Mike again and, in her mind, there would be no more such episodes to come. In reality, things would be different. 

VI

Haqnawaz could not believe the news. After nearly eight years of cast iron rule, General and President Zia-ul-Haq was going to allow elections. Of course these would not be completely transparent and the main opposition parties would not be allowed to participate. Still, a national assembly would be formed and a prime minister would take over as head of government, if not effective head of state. Haqnawaz saw opportunity galore in this new arrangement. If a family member or number of friends could be successful in gaining seats, the returns could be very profitable for those participating or supporting. 

While Shahnawaz saw the elections as a ploy to keep Zia in power, he was still hopeful that the restrictive laws in the country may indeed improve. He could barely bide the time till it was morning in the US and he could tell Payal what was happening. Payal could not believe what she was hearing. Yet she thought back to her dinner with Richard Whittaker and figured out that the old man had given her this indication a long time back. With her political science focus, this was big news and perhaps a second meeting with the senior Whittaker could be stomached. 

Haqnawaz was not surprised when the call from Lahore came, inviting him to be the national assembly candidate for his district. He had been kowtowing to Zia and the other generals for years. The Pakistan Muslim League cared little about Pakistan and probably had no Muslims involved. It, however, supported Zia and could deliver in the main province, Punjab. Haqnawaz accepted without reservation and began electioneering. The possibility of defeat was never there and he was elected with ease given that his family owned most of the land in the area, and thus most of the voters. There was already talk of him being appointed minister of state, given the magnitude of his victory, once the prime minister had been selected. While the new Prime Minister, Muhammad Khan Junejo, did not bestow Haqnawaz with a portfolio, he nevertheless appointed him to be part of the Finance Committee, thereby having the ability to siphon millions off the national treasury. In a matter of months Haqnawaz had risen from significant feudal landlord to major political force. It was time to start avenging past slights.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 05



Naziran was the first to feel the wrath of the new Haqnawaz. Walking into her house, despite the entreaties of the guard that she was busy with business clients, he found her with a movie director and some other people. Naziran protested that she was working and received a back hand slap that sent her clear across the room. Her gunman-brother came running out to protect her. His reward was a bullet in his leg courtesy of one of the half dozen aides that Haqnawaz had brought along. The guard passed out with the pain. The film visitors quickly collected their stuff, begged leave, and exited, happy to be alive. A while later about two dozen of Haqnawaz's friends, associates and new members of parliament showed up.

"Dance," he ordered Naziran, now that she had learned the Punjabi dancing routine quite well.

She decided to comply and began to dance in typical fashion as music was provided from a stereo tape player that had magically appeared. As the first number ended, Haqnawaz ripped the arms of the kameez she was wearing. She was asked to dance to a second number. When it ended, he tore the entire kameez off.

"Dance," he ordered and Naziran knew better than to complain.

Another number concluded and he indicated she drop her shalwar, leaving her in a slip, bra and panties only. She knew the treatment would continue. After one more dance, Haqnawaz shredded the slip. The hangers-on were beginning to salivate. A rising film star was being degraded in an extreme fashion. Two songs later, her bra and panties were off. The music continued and now she was performing nude and to the raucous applause of the gathering.

Suddenly Haqnawaz grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her into the bedroom. He had never had reason to be rough in having sex with her. Today he raped her, beating her silly in the process. After finishing and thus lessening the sexual tension, he walked out.

"Does anyone want to take a sample of my whore?" he made an offer to the attendees.

One or two thought about it. Yet they also figured that Haqnawaz had a soft spot for Naziran and that this was not the moment to be hasty. En masse the group left with Haqnawaz.

Naziran was disgusted at the spectacle she had been made. It was time to move the balance of power in her direction. Unbeknownst to Haqnawaz, the film director who had earlier been at the house had been talking about the current Minister of State for Industry, who apparently wanted a tryst with Naziran. Figuring it was time to act she dialed the director and agreed to meet the Minister. 

The meeting delivered Naziran's objective in full. Not only did the Minister enjoy many nights of wild sex with the starlet, he had her moved to his farm house, a place Haqnawaz would not have access to. In addition, he called up a number of producers, all of whom offered her meaty roles in upcoming productions. The way she saw it, she was out of Haqnawaz's clutches. She was very wrong. 

VII

Mike had called Payal a few days after the elections in Pakistan and the appointment of the new PM. She was rightly double minded as to what this meant to the country. On one hand, some democratic institutions had been restored thereby opening the possibility of increased US foreign aid. On the other, the religious fringe was still strong, political parties were officially banned, and Zia was still the supreme power. 

They had not met since the elections. Unexpectedly Shahnawaz had shown up in December 1984 and spent two weeks with Payal, nixing Mike's hopes to find a way to be with her. Since then, Mike had returned to D.C., but was involved in setting up his office, new residence and making a name for himself in Congress. However, the changes in Pakistan prompted him to reach out.

Payal expressed her concern less on the state of affairs in the country, but more that Haqnawaz now had a political role in government. She felt comfortable opening up to Mike on all the shenanigans that Haqnawaz had tried in seducing her, something she had not been able to do with her husband. Mike said that he had a perfect idea for the upcoming summer in mind for her.

Shahnawaz came to the US for a bit in summer 1985. Mike invited them both to the ranch and he accepted without reservation not knowing how close his wife had been to the Congressman. Mike concurrently got Payal an internship with Richard's public relations firm, ensuring she would stay on till school restarted. Surprisingly Richard behaved himself with Payal when he joined the couple and Mike on a couple of occasions. Once his holiday ended Shahnawaz returned to Malaysia. 

As the first part of her self-improvement, Mike took her to a shooting range on one side of the ranch and showed a number of weapons. For the better part of two months he encouraged her to learn how to handle, use and maintain a range of guns. By the time of her return, Payal was a crack pistol and rifle shooter. In fact, he sent her back to D.C. with a beautiful set of pistols. 

The second part was martial arts and Mike took her to a dojo in the area where the instructor was a close friend. Payal was surprised to learn that Mike was a Third Dan Karate black belt. Since he was busy for much of the day when in Texas and spent half the time in D.C. during the summer recess, the friend allowed him to access the dojo during closing hours. This friend turned out to be a rather pretty and well-endowed blonde name Erica. Apparently, the two had dated for a bit in high school and later had worked part-time at a dojo. Erica had gone on Level 5 and now owned the place. Payal met Mike at around 9 p.m. one evening. She had already been attending sessions with Erica and had caught on to the basics pretty quick and had paid particular attention to the part about protecting herself against potential rapists or other attackers.

"Show me what you have learned," Mike challenged, going into an attack stance. Payal made many correct moves as she blocked off his attacks. However, the extent of her knowledge was much lower than his. At one point he had her off her feet and on the mat. Mike was immediately on top, pressing his mouth down on hers. At first she thought it was still part of defensive practice and tried to push him away. He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "fighting over, loving beginning," and began slowly kissing her neck and face. 

Payal relaxed as Mike undid her gi and soon had her naked on the cold mats. He undressed in a matter of seconds and they held each other for a while, re-establishing the bond that had been broken since early-November. Payal willingly spread her legs and Mike soon established a healthy rhythm of pumping in and out of her. As he neared release, Payal whispered, "it's okay, I just finished my period today and am safe." For the first time since they had become intimate, Mike emptied his sperm into her. 

They stayed connected for a while, when Mike pulled back and out. Turning Payal over, he entered her from the back. Payal spread out on all fours as Mike probed her from behind. His hands went around her breasts and she sat up against him as he continued to fuck her. It took longer for him to come a second time but ultimately, when he was done and withdrew, Payal felt her juices and his running out of her pussy. 

Payal concentrated on her karate lessons with gusto. Instead of fucking Mike on every occasion, she limited such encounters to once in a fortnight, focusing instead on having Erica and Mike hone her skills as much as possible in the short time till summer break ended. She could defend herself extremely well if the situation ever developed and promised Erica that she would continue practicing while at the university. 

Richard invited Payal and Mike to a cookout at his place the last weekend that she was in town. He had an estate that reflected his wealth and time in government. As was expected, a barbeque was in process of preparation. Bonnie was spread out next to the pool in a teensy bikini, while Richard was tending the flames in a pair of trunks and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. Payal was impressed that despite his age, he did not show much flab. 

"Oh you've got to get out of them clothes," he told her a moment after greeting her with a soft peck to her lips. 

"You didn't say it was a pool party and I didn't bring a swimsuit," she honestly responded.

"No worries, there must be a ton of unworn swimsuits in the house; the wives kept buying them, not putting 'em on, leaving the lot here when they skedaddled."

Grabbing around her waist, he led her to a guest room as he put it, but was more like a party hall to Payal. Opening a chest of drawers he began tossing out all sorts of swimwear. Payal noticed that most items still had store tags on them. 

"I think this would look just perfect on you," he held up a light blue and yellow bikini.

Payal knew that the bikini would hide almost nothing. On the other hand, Mike was there, Bonnie was in a similar state of undress, and Richard had been behaving himself.

"Okay, if it makes you happy."

"Well you could make me even happier by letting me enjoy seeing you putting it on!" Richard had reverted back to his sleazebag self.

Payal balked at the idea of him watching. Richard sensed that she was not biting. 

"Please, you are leaving in a few days and who knows I may not be alive the next time you're here," he tossed in a totally ridiculous reason, "won't you let a nice, poor, old man have a final joy out of life."

Payal could not help giggling at the absurdity of the situation. At the same time she felt sorry for the guy who obviously had been a cocksman. Richard was old and perhaps not as functional as in his heyday. She still imagined he could get his plumbing working with the help of some aphrodisiac or another. 

"C'mon please, do let me see what Mike has been raving about," he pleaded and Payal realized that while the secret was out, Richard would not use the information in a manner malicious against Mike or her. All in all, the various lines came together and melted her iciness in the matter. 

Smiling she shook her head, turned and positioned herself at the front of the bed. She dropped her shirt and shorts, sitting down on the bed to remove her sandals. Richard, seated in an armchair across the bed, was panting in expectation. He tensed as she removed her bra and almost jumped onto the seat as her panties hit the ground. 

"Anything you like here?" she ribbed him.

"Oh more than you think, but unfortunately can't seem to do anything about," he honestly replied while lowering his trunks to show his flaccid penis. 

"May I dress now?"

"Please could you come over to me just for a bit and let me touch your beautiful body."

"I shouldn't but since it is my first visit here and I did not bring you anything, consider it my present if I let you touch but no more."

Payal stepped close to him. Richard's hands went all over her body, pressing her breasts, fingering her pussy, caressing her ass, rubbing her face, feeling her legs and so on. His mouth kissed her taut tummy, licked her cunt and nibbled at her breasts. 

"Please allow me a final liberty," he said, after having pawed her for the better part of five minutes, and placed her hand on his somewhat grown cock. Payal was actually amazed that the piece of flesh was actually alive. 

"This, and no more!" she cautioned, beginning to rub his penis. Sure enough, he managed to get himself somewhat erect. Richard took a risk at asking if she would not rather consider a blow job. Payal's response as to a bird being in hand deflated those hopes. She did, however, continue jerking him off and sure enough he finally spewed a little bit of cum. Kissing him lightly on the cheek, Payal ran into the bathroom to wash her hands. On her return she put the bikini on, letting Richard help in the process. It appeared to have been custom bought for her and fit perfectly to hide just a bit and show a lot. 

Payal and Richard rejoined the others at the pool. Richard had a smile through the day that would not go away. Mike was also glad with Payal's dress choice. The afternoon was a roaring success, with the guys succeeding in getting the girls to be topless through most of the event. Payal was in awe of Bonnie's knockers and Mike was also visibly impressed. As Payal left, Richard presented her with a bag containing more than a dozen swimsuits saying that he had to confess that he only received them from the mall a day earlier! He had certainly planned the seduction of sorts that had occurred and had succeeded. A package among the garments held a set of Texan jewelry, including a belt buckle, earrings, a necklace, two bracelets and an ankle chain, all with 'Payal' carved in them. Sure Richard was a letch, but relatively harmless, and as Mike had said he was an ally worth having. Payal knew he would be of political value later. He also could show his appreciation as everything was in pure silver. 

The final year went in a rush. Encouraged by their trysts in Texas, Mike took more chances in spending time with Payal, at least once a month being the norm given his hectic schedule. But now, with just a few weeks to the completion of her master's program and with Shahnawaz arriving shortly, he knew that the dalliance had to end. 

"Promise you will not leave without a proper goodbye," he insisted.

"I won't," was her fervent answer.

She did not let him down, managing to find the afternoon prior to departing to be with him. Richard was in town and had asked Shahnawaz to come over and discuss the political situation. Payal sensed that somehow this was more to facilitate Mike than for Richard to learn something useful. After making love a couple of times, Mike let her know that she could always count on him. Payal could not help contain the flood of tears that started all of a sudden. The affair that had kept her sane over the past years was ending and a new phase was beginning. 

That night she was a lioness in bed with Shahnawaz. He figured it was because she had missed him. While she certainly had, she needed male company to get over the loss that had just been suffered. He could not believe when she laid the new law down.

"I am not going to be able to stand up to the elders in the family anymore. It's about time to give in. Make me pregnant tonight, do it now!"

Shahnawaz was glad to do so and succeeded! 



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 06



I

Payal was both furious and fearful about what had just transpired. One day in April 1988, a few weeks after Nida's first birthday, Haqnawaz had walked straight into her bedroom in the middle of the day, his intentions clear. This was a rather unexpected development. It is not that he had not tried to take her before, he had made multiple attempts prior to her departing for the US nearly six years ago. But all of those had occurred when her husband was away in Malaysia. This time around not only was Shahawaz in Pakistan, he was in Faisalabad just a couple of hours away and was expected back the next day. More than her own safety, Payal was concerned with the well-being of her infant daughter, Nida, who was sleeping in a cot near the bed.

"How dare enter our room without permission?" she barked at Haqnawaz.

"Bibi, this is my haveli (mansion), I come and go wherever I please, I also take whatever I like," he shot back.

"Really, since when did you become the master of this house?"

"Oh that was managed while you were gone, it is good to have friends in the government and the municipality," he let her know.

Haqnawaz had indeed inherited most of his father's property by hook or crook, cheating his sisters almost totally, but not initially taking any of Shahnawaz's share. Since it appeared that Shahnawaz was well set with the Malaysian connection and would not make an undue fuss, he felt okay to swallow up the familial house.

"But your mother will not stand for this," Payal challenged him.

"Oh she will, after all she is not so stupid as not to understand how her husband met his death so quickly just before he changed the will, if she challenges me I can do as well without both parents as I am doing now without one!" Haqnawaz had indeed arranged for his father's murder and would not balk at removing another paternal obstacle.

"But why then all the show of welcoming us back at the house as if nothing has changed?"

"Do you think I would expect you to come visit me voluntarily if I had kicked Shahnawaz out the same way as our sisters were tossed from here? That would not get me what I want. It was all for you, Payal, I needed you to be nearby."

II

"It's too hot in Pakistan for a pregnant young lady," Sam Chen had announced at dinner. Payal and Shahnawaz had arrived in Malaysia from the US, on their way to Pakistan, "you will stay here till it cools in Pakistan, as Shahnawaz is going to be very busy." Payal had only just found out that she was in the family way. There were no outward signs yet of the impending arrival and she was lucky not to be suffering from morning sickness.

Sam had been overly generous the last time she had been to his place, showering her with affection and gifting her with a necklace and accessories. She was surprised pleasantly, however, when a short Chinese white dress with orange floral patterns was received for her prior to the dinner party. A beautiful set of jade jewellery accompanied the dress as did a set of killer orange heels and skimpy but classy lingerie. The dress barely extended below her panties and showed off almost all of her legs. It did cover her breasts, but left her shoulders bare. Shahnawaz was a little uncomfortable in the limousine on the way to Sam's place, as Payal's dress constantly hiked up to show her panties. While he liked the look she was carrying off with ease, he was correctly possessive since she was the mother to be of his child. But there was no way to turn down the gifts from Sam. Sam had no such discomfort, appreciating her by giving a kiss on the lips and twirling her to get an all-around look.

"I have arranged for you to stay at our holiday home in the Cameron Highlands, which is a gorgeous place" Sam advised her, "my son, Clarence, lives there and a full set of attendants is on hand. You will have the guest annex to yourself and should have plenty of privacy." There was no question of refusal, Sam occupied the same respected position in Shahnawaz's, and thus Payal's, heart that his own father had. And avoiding Pakistan in the middle of summer and the monsoon season did not sound bad.

At that moment a 30-ish young man entered the lounge and was introduced as Sam's son, Clarence. Compared to other members of the family that Payal had met on the earlier visit and now, Clarence was both better sized and better looking. Sam proudly introduced him as the head of the Chen hotels division and a graduate of Yale University. Payal was visibly impressed by the manner in which Clarence presented himself, took her hand and kissed it, and joined the conversation. She did turn red, when after kissing her hand, he asked Shahnawaz if he had an available sister for him to marry! Apparently Shahnawaz and Clarence were looking to increase investments in Pakistan through a new group of hotels and recreation facilities there. Payal was relieved as that meant that Shahnawaz would visit the Cameron Highlands often. Clarence appeared genuine about being their host there and she was sure that all would be well.

Shortly afterwards, Sam asked his daughters to join the group and on their arrival, they began to help pair people up to dance prior to dinner. Sam's youngest, a petite 18 year old, took a hold of Shahnawaz and Clarence asked Payal to join him.

"Do you like the dress?" he asked her as they held each other.

"It's a little short, but quite nice," she replied.

"I had heard a great deal from my family about your looks and Shahnawaz was kind enough to share some pictures of your last trip to Malaysia with me," he explained, "so I personally picked out this dress since I was keen on really getting to see those shapely legs in person!"

"You can certainly see almost all of them, I hope you are not disappointed," she replied, now understanding why the gift had been sent, but also wondering which pictures of hers had been shared, hopefully not the ones of her in a bikini or topless that Shahnawaz had taken on their honeymoon.

"Not at all," Clarence responded, "and I so do look forward to seeing more of you."

"There is one thing though," she continued, "I am pregnant and wearing such heels in my condition is not really advisable."

Clarence paled and apologized that he had not known about her pregnancy.

"Don't fret about it too much," Payal put him to ease, "the shoes go well with the dress and I might consider this the last wearing of heels till the delivery happens."

Clarence expressed relief and they focused on the dance number. While there should not have been any concern, Payal did feel that he was holding her a bit too close to himself and that his midsection was responding to the heat from their bodies. Thankfully the music changed and Sam decided to partner her for the next few numbers.

Sam had already arranged for their things to be picked up from their hotel and they were bundled into the limo for the ride to the Highlands. The driver told them that they could catch some sleep as the drive was fairly long and raised the shades between them. Shahnawaz did not need to delay his intent. Payal's short dress had been turning him on for hours and he could not wait any longer. He turned her around on the seat and his mouth closed in on hers for a long kiss. He hurried on to laying her down on the seat, while placing her legs over his shoulders. Pulling her panties down, he began to suck on her pussy. She tugged on his hair. He released her and she let the short dress fall off. Removing her lingerie, she seated herself facing backwards, her knees at either side of his body. His cock lined up with her cunt and slowly moved in. Payal began to rise and drop slowly but with purpose. It took a while for Shahnawaz to reach his climax. Still unclothed, they stayed in each other's arms for a while, lulled by the smooth ride in the vehicle, coupled yet again, and then started a conversation.

"Clarence has a thing for you," Shahnawaz suddenly whispered into her ear.

"Oh come on, he is Sam's son and knows what is right and wrong," she responded, though concern had ignited within her during their dance together.

"That remark about the sister was actually meant for you."

"I know that, but if I think every guy who has ever complimented me wants to go to bed and will get the opportunity, you would really be jealous!"

"He has quite a reputation as a lady killer," Shahnawaz warned.

"But why should I be concerned, he's a good looking rich guy and should have girlfriends all over the place," Payal rationalized, "and he knows that I am pregnant!"

III

Payal had indeed been welcomed back to Pakistan with fanfare. Their 'brief' stopover in Malaysia had turned into a four month stay and she did not get to Pakistan till November. Her mother was gushing over the fact that she was pregnant. Parveen, Haqnawaz's wife, was glad to have an old ally back. Shahnawaz was proud of the academic achievement of his wife. Her parents were ecstatic that she had come back to Pakistan. Haqnawaz was excited that he could have more opportunities to advance his desire, even if things were a bit tempered by the fact that Payal was visibly pregnant on her arrival.

Nida was welcomed into the world towards the end of February 1987. Pakistani custom, notably the feudal one Payal was part of, looked rather unfavourably on daughters. But in this case both families were overjoyed that after more than six years of marriage Shahnawaz and Payal finally had a healthy and lovely child. The typical gossip mongering about Shahnawaz or Payal's ability to bear children and tongue wagging about possible marriage rifts could finally stop.

Payal was single-minded about not moping about once Nida was delivered. Within weeks of the birth, she had taken to aerobics and other exercise forms that helped her shed the excess weight and tone back any flab. Haqnawaz had watched with amazement as Payal worked successfully on regaining her pre-pregnancy figure, something his own wife had never done and neither had any of his friends' wives. He was spellbound when he accidentally saw her a few months after the delivery, performing an aerobics workout to pulsating Western music while wearing a leotard, which was wet in many places due to her sweat, and leggings but with her legs otherwise bare. Learning that she exercised regularly, he often tried to be in the vicinity of the room next to her bedroom which had been converted into a gym for her. Depending on the exercise she did and where he stood, he was able to see her quite frequently without her knowledge.

IV

The Cameron Highlands were absolutely amazing, much cooler and more scenic than Kuala Lumpur. The annex was a 6-bedroom bungalow adjacent to the towering Chen house. Over time plans were to merge the house and annex into the hotel and resort that was being constructed by the group. The town at the time was relatively small, with some shops and restaurants, but signs of construction and building were everywhere. Payal had no problems getting around, given the plethora of servants and staff ready to be of help at any time.

She also did not lack for entertaining company. When Shahnawaz was in town, Clarence made it a point to join them for almost every meal. While his presence was less frequent when Shahnawaz was elsewhere, it usually was more informal and fun. While he would show up with an attractive girlfriend or another when Shahnawaz was around, the girls would be rarer when Payal was alone. The one constant was the Clarence was a consummate gentleman and seemed to know which boundaries existed.

"I hope you are not too bored in this village," Clarence asked her on one of his visits, "Dad wants to make sure you are well cared for."

"Not at all, the facilities are great, the folks take care of me, and I have to admit you are charming company," she gave a heartfelt reply.

"How about I invite you over for a swim and massage sometime at the gym in the house. They've just finished the pool and you may also enjoy a proper spa treatment."

"Sure thing," she saw nothing wrong with the suggestion.

"In that case, how about we meet at the gym tomorrow evening?"

An attendant walked her over to the house at the appointed time. She was shown to a private changing room with two baskets lying on a table. A note on the side said that she could take her choice of activity. One contained exercise clothes and a new set of sneakers. The other held a one-piece swimsuit in the hotel chain's colours, a bathrobe and flip flops. The pool sounded better and she dressed accordingly, not surprised that the swimsuit fit perfectly.

Except for a female lifeguard, the pool area was empty. Payal eased into it, swam a few laps, and then bobbed about, enjoying the soak in the slightly warmed water and daydreaming. She was shocked out of her reverie by a loud splash. She looked around and was surprised when a pair of hands came around her sides and lifted her almost out of the pool. Clarence held her out to her knees for an extended moment before bringing her down. She splashed at him and, releasing her, he swam away.

"Hi there, hope I did not spoil a suggestive, sex-laden dream?" he quipped.

"Well, as a matter of fact, in my dream I was just about to get serviced by a talk, dark and handsome person, who was not a stranger."

"Does not sound like me," he kidded around, "Ah yes, with the husband you have it would be difficult to dream of another, I guess."

"No, ever since he has put me in my current state, I am terrified of getting heavy, unsightly and undesirable," she confessed.

"Won't ever happen, you are too good looking to suffer any of those ailments," he responded.

After some time in the pool, he suggested a massage. Having divested the swimsuit in the ladies shower area, and with just a robe on, Payal was led to a room where a couple of cots were set up. Clarence was already on one of them, a sheet covering him from the waist down. All sorts of oil, powders and fragrances were on nearby shelves. Two pretty Chinese girls, dressed in short white skirts, asked her to take the robe off and lie down. She balked at being naked in front of Clarence.

"C'mon be a sport," he said, "these ladies will make sure I do not put any moves on you!"

"Okay, but look away," Payal asked him. Happy with his compliance she dropped her robe and quickly got onto the cot. She was relieved that a sheet was also placed from her waist down.

"Is it okay to check you out now?" he jokingly asked, getting a snort from her in response.

The girls did an amazing job. Pregnancy had meant that Payal had many aching joints. The massage seemed to take all the pains away and caused her to drift into sleep. She came to with one of the girls massaging her thighs, legs and feet. She realized that the sheet was no longer upon her and tried to get up. The masseuse whispered that Clarence was asleep and she should not worry about being naked as it was the most natural thing. She took a peek to the side and it did look like he was napping.

After a while, Payal was turned over and the girl massaged her chest, pelvic area, breasts and other frontal parts. She noted that Clarence had also been turned over and that the massage he was getting appeared to include a hand job. It seemed like she had been worked on for half a day, but it was only an hour from when she left the pool that the masseuse indicated Payal was done.

Showering and dressing, Payal exited the gym and ran across Clarence, who had also finished and seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to give you more company, but I have to handle some matters with our Middle East division," he told her.

"Thanks for the lovely evening," she replied, "I hope to see you again soon."

"Oh no, my dear, I am the one hoping to see all of you again and very soon!"

Payal missed a step, then shook her head, and let a smile break across her mouth. Clarence had not been as asleep as she had figured. In fact he had certainly seen her in all her naked glory. Yet he had not tried anything funny. She had warmed up considerably to him, but whether she would let him see her nude again was an uncertain prospect.

V

Haqnawaz was seeing Payal exercise again in her athletic attire and his emotions were stirring. He knew that Shahnawaz was out of town and also that his mother was visiting relatives, so it would be easy to manage traffic around the household through placement of his henchmen. Soon as his men had taken positions around the haveli, Haqnawaz had barged in to confront Payal. He could not care about consequences.

Payal had just taken a quick shower and was sitting at her dresser, wearing only a T-shirt and shalwar, with a towel around her wet hair, prepping for the day. She was not yet dressed for the usual duties of the house. She saw that her route to freedom, the main doorway out, was covered by Haqnawaz. In any case she was not going to make a dash and leave her child behind. The same concern for the child meant that any rudimentary ability she had picked up in karate, while in the US, was far from her mind. For all intents she was the typical helpless south Asian female. Payal backed up against the bed as he moved forward. She lost her balance as the back of her leg hit the bedframe and ended up sitting on the bed. The towel unwrapped, letting her still wet hair cascade down and raise Haqnawaz's desire even higher.

"That's the right idea dear girl," Haqnawaz blurted, "just lie back now and take what is coming to you."

Payal tried to get off the bed but he was on her in an instant. His weight pushed down on her. She yelled with all her might.

"Go on screaming," he told her, "my guards are keeping everyone at least fifty yards away from here."

Payal resisted back with all her might and raised him up a bit. It was not what she should have done. As his body rose off her, his hands grasped the front of her shirt and pulled at it. The fabric gave way leaving her topless. Pushing her hands back he took one nipple in his mouth and then the other, biting down hard on each one. Tears came to Payal's eyes and she screeched with pain.

Nida awoken by the noise in the room had started crying in earnest. Payal's maternal instinct was to pick up and soothe her daughter. But she was pinned under Haqnawaz. As her mind wandered to the baby, he was able to undo her shalwar. Turning her over roughly, he pressed down on her back as he tugged the garment off. She was stark naked and at his mercy.

Payal continued to scream, fight back as hard as she could from her prone position, and resist, but his weight and intent meant that soon enough he would succeed in having her. Haqnawaz put his arm around her waist and lifted her midsection as she thrashed about. He pulled a pillow from under the covers and shoved it below her tummy, thereby raising her backside.

By now Nida was crying loudly. Surely the entire house should have heard the caterwauling from Payal's room, but so far no one had turned up to aid her. She understood that Haqnawaz had ensured that all avenues of escape were sealed off. Payal realized that he had undone his trousers when his cock pressed up against her rear. He tried to line it up with her cunt from behind, but she struggled to keep him from entering her. In the process, it came up against her rectum and appeared to have anchored. Haqnawaz could not care which hole he penetrated and pushed hard. Payal felt that her back passage was giving in to the pressure and allowing the penis in slowly. Haqnawaz let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt the head go through the initial tautness of her rear and enter in a bit before being unable to move further. He realized that his member was bone dry and quickly spat into his hands and rubbed it while ensuring the part already in her did not come out.

It was now or never. Payal suddenly stopped struggling and Haqnawaz figured the fight had left her. He brought his face close to her ear.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 06



"Good, you have realized your situation," he whispered while pushing in some more, "now let's get done with what we know is going to happen."

"Please, you are hurting me," she whimpered as a further bit of his cock entered her, "let me get you some cream from the dresser, you can then do whatever you like without giving me more pain than needed."

Haqnawaz was ecstatic at the change in her demeanour. Figuring he would rather vaginally fuck her and with her cooperation now and later, he pulled out his cock from her backside, even though it was buried halfway inside her ass. Payal got off the bed unsteadily, her back passage hurting mightily. Haqnawaz lay back and removed his shirt as she opened a dresser drawer and picked up a bottle of cream from inside. He gleefully caught the bottle when she tossed it to him, opened it and rubbed some of the cream onto his penis. He was also relieved that the child had stopped crying.

The smile on his face vanished, however, when he realized that Payal, while still completely threadbare, was pointing a pistol it at him. The weapon had been one from a set gifted by Mike Whittaker. She had already become a crack shot in the US and had kept up her practice at the gun club in Lahore and by setting up targets at her parents' home. She had kept one pistol from the set in the top drawer of the dresser and another in her clothes cabinet. Not used to females who challenged him, Haqnawaz decided that she was just posturing and not going to shoot. He slowly moved off the bed towards her. His intent changed in an instant as the gun roared and he felt blood trickling from his right ear. He was surprised that she had handled the weapon so competently.

"The next one will take your manhood off," Payal barked, while pointing the gun at his midsection.

As Haqnawaz pondered his next move, there was a commotion outside. He figured the gunshot had caused the folks in the house to come see what had happened. There was a rapping on the door.

"Shahji, come quickly," one of his henchmen was yelling, "there has been an incident in Islamabad and the chief minister wants you on the phone immediately."

VI

Payal had started regularly going to the pool, gym and massage room. Expecting to see Clarence a lot, she was disappointed that he was very busy at work. She had not shared any further massage experiences either. He was, however, a more frequent dinner companion as Cameron evenings were not generally hectic. He had not yet made any sort of move on her though their conversation was often laden with double entendres. Given that a month had passed without anything out of the blue, Payal was comfortable enough with Clarence to discuss his most intimate secrets. Clarence had not yet married, much to his family's consternation, but he also had not created any waves with any overly newsworthy dalliance with local or international beauties. He did not lack for sexual release and Payal could not believe the ease with which he described many of his encounters. Rather than hold off on sex like in Pakistan, it appeared that Clarence and those around him considered it essential to keep up one's mental and physical well-being. Payal was both surprised and piqued when he mentioned that he often went to a high class club that provided excellent company and was also discreet. At dinner one evening, she wanted details aplenty.

"Perhaps I should take you along too see next time," Clarence said outright, "that is if you are game for whatever transpires and do not make a scene."

"But the club is for men," Payal queried him, "what would I be doing there."

"Not at all, there are numerous females there, some are clients and the club does provide services for them too," he clarified, "and I am sure we can find something to occupy you."

Payal surmised it was indeed a place where there were plenty of men, lots of women servicing their needs and some females there just to enjoy other pleasures. She wondered what he meant exactly about making sure she was occupied. Still the thought of going was intriguing. Perhaps she was bored with sitting around and doing nothing or maybe she was piqued by the idea of discovery, Payal agreed after some hesitation to come along the next time Clarence went there. In any case, Shahnawaz had gone on to the US for a set of meetings and would be away for the better part of two weeks.

Clarence did not show up for a few days and Payal figured that business was keeping him from social pastimes. She was pleasantly surprised when a female servant delivered a large package at 9 o'clock on Thursday evening a few days after they had discussed the idea. The attached card advised that she should be ready around 11 p.m. It also asked her to wear what was inside and nothing else.

The 'nothing else' part became crystal clear when she opened the box to find the expected sexy Chinese outfit. Clarence had sent her a silk dress in black with floral designs. It would clasp around her neck and go down to her shoes. Yet the top part was cut in a way that would leave much of her décolletage uncovered. In addition the front had a slit that was quite wide at the bottom, but closed up as it rose to the pantyline, and would allow much of her legs to be bared. Along were two sleeve-like gloves that would extend from above the elbow and hook on to her fingers, while leaving them uncovered. It seemed quite seductive for something to be worn in public. She found a package containing a very sheer black bra and thong panties under the dress, both of which would hide nothing. She was surprised that Clarence had sent black strap up wedges instead of heels, but appreciated that he had remembered heels were verboten in her state. A small pouch, tied to the shoes, contained a tiara, earrings, an ankle bracelet and a wristband, all made of silver and black opals.

The servant also advised Payal that she would help in preparing her for the evening. Already impressed by the dress, and eager to get to the place, she allowed herself to be readied accordingly. After soaking in a bath of scented oil, she rested as her nails received a shiny coat of black nail polish. Payal's lips and eyes were appropriately shaded. Her hair was done up in a Chinese coif and topped with the tiara. The servant helped lace up her shoes and then placed the jewellery on her. Spraying her with a sweet perfume, the servant asked Payal to take a look in the full length mirror behind her. She was blown away by the visage. The dress appeared molded to her body and highlighted her figure. Thankfully she still had not begun to show her pregnancy or the effect may not have been that great. The slit enhanced the curves of her legs and the neckline bared about half of the breasts, which had increased in size since her pregnancy. On one hand she looked like a classy Chinese version of Morticia Addams. On the other she was the call girl every hot-blooded male would desire.

The appointed time passed with no sign of Clarence, then 11:30 and finally midnight. Payal wondered whether the program had changed, but the servant kept coming in to fix her makeup and dress. Finally at 12:30 she was taken to a limousine. Expecting Clarence, she was surprised to be alone. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up in a back alley. It did not look like any club she had ever seen. The minute the driver opened her door, however, a girl came running out of the gate towards the car, unrolling a red carpet for Payal to step out on. The driver indicated that she should follow the girl inside. Payal stepped in, crossed a small lobby and was asked to go through another entrance. The world was totally different as she entered. A very large hall was lit brightly in the center, with dimmer lights all around. Tables were set up all over the place and every one appeared to be taken by groups of people. Quite a few females were around and Payal could figure that many were employed by the establishment because of their short dresses and ways of flirting with customers. As Clarence had indicated, there were also a number of other females around, dressed in less revealing Asian or European clothing. At a number of pedestals placed about scantily clad girls were dancing. Many couples were also on the dance floor at the center.

Payal was led to a table to one side of the hall, where a bar was located. The girl bowed to the half dozen men sitting there. Clarence turned around on a barstool and smiled as he saw Payal. Still seated, he extended his right hand and pulled her very close. She expected his arms to go around her waist for an embrace, but Clarence instead dropped it down, putting it through the slit on her dress and running it up her bare legs all the way to the panties. With the other hand he pulled her neck down and kissed her on the lips. His finger found its way under the panty, tracing the outline of her pussy, and his tongue penetrated her mouth as she stood in surprise at his brazenness.

"My God, you look like you dropped in from heaven," he softly said to her.

"Thanks, you look good too," she gasped, pulling out of the kiss, while backing up enough to let his hand drop away from her legs.

"Let me introduce you to the guys," he pointed to the others there who ranged from about 25 to 45 years in age and surprised her with the statement, "this is Sharmeen, my escort for tonight." Each of the men kissed her hand as she extended it to shake, a couple of them remarking to Clarence about her obvious beauty. She was surprised at the introduction but made no effort to contradict Clarence.

"I have something to perfect the already amazing visage," he whispered. Standing up and going behind Payal, Clarence placed a pendant around her neck. He turned her towards him and brought the big stone on the pendant to rest tight between her breasts. In the mirrors all around, she could see that it was a perfect match to the other black opal items she was already wearing. His hand lingered as he adjusted it, feeling up her breasts in the process.

Putting his arm around her waist, Clarence led Payal to a room through a doorway next to the bar. The other guys followed, as did a dozen or so 'establishment' girls. The room had a number of settees arranged around a padded central platform. The other guys each paired up with one of the girls and took their place on the settees. Clarence asked Payal to sit on a settee and took the one next to hers. Three girls immediately moved to be around Clarence, while a couple came to where Payal was. Drinks and snacks were placed on small tables near them. Payal decided on some passionfruit juice, since alcohol was not a good idea.

The lights dimmed perceptibly. A few of the girls got onto the platform and began to make out with each other, losing their clothes in the process. Payal noticed that some girls were beginning to cozy up to the men, including Clarence. Most guys had divested their jackets, ties and shirts. Clarence had a girl in his lap, kissing him, while another massaged his feet and a third worked on his neck and back. She was a bit uncomfortable with the show, but had asked to come and could not cop out now.

Payal felt her foot being lifted and shoestraps being undone. One of the girls wiped her feet with a warm towel and began to massage them. Given that she was prone to swelling of her feet in her condition, she appreciated this greatly. A second one worked her shoulders and back. The girl at her feet started working on her calves and then moved as far upwards as the cut on Payal's dress would allow.

She soon noted that the other men had joined with some girls on their settees and were in process of fucking or receiving blowjobs. Their clothing had vanished. Payal continued to enjoy the massage while taking in the scene being played out.

Clarence rose and allowed the girls with him to remove his clothing. He joined three of them on the platform as Payal watched. Two of the girls came to his sides and he alternated kisses with them as they worked on his fairly muscular body. The third took her position between his legs and started to fellate him.

Payal felt sticky and wet as Clarence received his blowjob. He had promised a sensual experience and had delivered accordingly. She wondered, however, if she would also be required to be on show. So far nothing of the sort had been asked, though she was visibly aroused and red cheeked. Clarence spurted into the girl's mouth and was quickly cleaned up by the others. A silk loincloth was placed around his midsection.

"It's your turn," he surprised Payal by coming to her and pointing towards the platform, "you did say you were keen to have the experience." She turned redder than ever but Clarence had her dead to rights.

His arms went around her, releasing the top clasp of her dress so it crumpled at her feet. The girls tending to Payal led her to the platform. In a snap, one had removed her bra while the other took off the panty. One of the girls put her mouth on Payal's and deeply kissed. Although she had never kissed a female, Payal found the experience to be tasteful. The other buried her face into Payal's pussy, licking and sucking her as she had never before experienced. Soon another girl was kissing her and then another, while those sucking her also seemed to be changing.

Just as she had her first orgasm, Payal noted that Clarence was next to her. His tongue entered her mouth and his body came on top of hers. Clarence rolled over and she came atop, allowing him to caress her breasts. Shahnawaz had indeed been right that Clarence wanted to fuck her. And she had given him the perfect means to get to his goal. Not that she disliked him or was thoroughly monogamous, given her prior trysts, she just felt she had been tricked into having sex. Putting her down on the platform again, he moved off her. Payal felt a tongue working on her pussy. She also found herself being turned around onto all fours. Somehow her pussy was still being licked, by someone from behind. But now a cock was in front of her face. One of the girls touched the tip to her lips and, carried away by the moment, she opened them to let it into her mouth.

She realized that the cock belonged to someone else and that yet another guy was tonguing her, when she saw Clarence sitting back on a settee watching the show. The man did not come in her mouth but pulled out after a few thrusts. Another cock, not Clarence's either was immediately in her mouth as the person tonguing her also changed. The musical chairs with her cunt and mouth continued for a while, while many hands played with her breasts. Payal came umpteen times, but none of the men spurted into her mouth. Soon as all the men had taken their turns, Clarence gestured and they exited with most of the girls, probably to more private quarters.

As Payal rested face down, quite spent from the action, Clarence's body came atop. She awaited his thrust into her vagina. Instead he quietly said, "I believe that is enough for now, let's go home." The girls quickly redressed them and Clarence led her out to his limo via another door.

VII

Payal still naked flung herself at the door, locked and bolted it, as soon as Haqnawaz had dressed and run out to talk to the Chief Minister. Clothing was not the priority at the time. Picking up and consoling her daughter, who again was beginning to cry, was. Soon the tot had quieted down and she was able to reflect on what had nearly transpired.

Payal rushed back into the shower to wash herself clean. Haqnawaz's paws had been all over her body and his mouth had sucked her bare tits. But what repulsed her most was that his penis had actually partially been in her rectum. The dryness and size of the cock had bloodied her backside. She sat in the shower, soaping away the taint from inside her despite the stinging sensation. Only her forethought in retrieving the gun and the arrival of news from Islamabad had saved a full-fledged rape. The voice of Nida, awake after perhaps an hour of sleep, made her realize she had to tend to family needs first.

A knock on the door caught Payal's attention. It was Parveen, Haqnawaz's much abused wife, who was asking if she was fine. Ascertaining that Parveen was alone, Payal let her in, shut the door again and collapsed on the floor in tears.

"What did the bastard do?" Parveen sensed that Haqnawaz was responsible for the situation and feared that the worst had transpired.

"He tried to force himself upon me," Payal whispered.

"Did he succeed? Do you need to go to a doctor? Do you want to go to the police? Have you told Shahnawaz?" Parveen had a string of questions.

"No, he may have succeeded if the phone call from Islamabad did not come."

Parveen lifted her hands and face to the sky as if to thank God.

"I don't think I need a doctor right now, he did not physically hurt me," a statement that was not exactly true.

Parveen caressed her as Payal gave a summarized account of what had happened. She thought it best to leave out the part of his disrobing and actually penetrating her in the attempt.

"Let's leave the police out of this, he already has them in his pocket," Payal suggested and Parveen concurred, "it will only bring shame on the family name."

"But what will you do now and what do you say to Shahnawaz?"

"I don't want Shahnawaz to go seeking blood right away, he might get hurt as Haqnawaz is quite protected," Payal's rationality was working well, "but I am going to move immediately to Faisalabad, where Shahnawaz has a place near the project."

Shahnawaz got home that night, a day earlier than expected, concern etched on his face. He brought news of a major explosion at an arms depot in Islamabad, where weapons destined for the Afghan Mujahideen were stored. Hundreds of people were thought to be dead as rockets and missiles had gone off in all directions for quite some time. Shahnawaz also felt that things were about to take a turn for the worse as the Prime Minister had decided to convene the National Assembly and discuss the disaster. Such a move would fly in the face of the Martial Law authorities and President Zia.

When she brought up the idea of moving to Faisalabad, Shahnawaz was most amenable to the idea of having Payal and Nida with him for the foreseeable future. Being away from his family at the time did not appear to be the right course of action. Payal was thankful that she did not have to bring the incident with Haqnawaz to his attention. Within 24 hours, the three of them, along with a couple of servants from the haveli, were at the house that Shahnawaz occupied close to the project.

True to Shahnawaz's expectation, despite worldwide condemnation President Zia acted against parliament and dissolved it, rather than allow the blast to be investigated. Shahnawaz was of the opinion that Zia was in the final days of his presidency. That forecast proved true when Zia and many other important personalities, including the US Ambassador, were killed in an air crash in August 1988. Pakistan's political landscape changed with that crash.

VIII

Payal and Clarence returned to the annex shortly after leaving the club. Both of them had been quiet throughout the short ride. She was however open to his coming in for a nightcap when he asked to accompany her.

"I hope you enjoyed your evening?" Clarence asked, as he sat down on a plush sofa and pulled her next to him, "I certainly got full value!"

Payal did not know how to respond, but said that it was not what she had expected.

"And what did you expect?" Clarence said as his hands moved down to grab her ankles.

"For one, I did not expect to be introduced as your escort," she let him know as he swung Payal's legs over his lap, turning her sideways on the sofa and allowing her to recline back onto a cushion, "the others all looked at me as if I was a whore and were trying to estimate what I would cost."




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 06



"True, but some of the others know Shahnawaz and it would not have been correct for them to learn of your real identity; I am sure that tonight you would rather have been Sharmeen than Payal." That was a good point and she was glad he had taken that route, though being called a whore was a new development. "And I must say you were by far the most ravishing of all the 'whores' at the place and way beyond anything any of them could afford!" The last comment really made her blush, causing Clarence to playfully squeeze her thigh.

"So Shahnawaz has also been to the establishment?" she queried as he undid her straps and removed the shoes.

"Yes he has, but not since you have been here."

It was confirmed that Shahnawaz had been dipping his wick in some oriental pussy. Payal was miffed for just a bit before realizing that her own transgressions, notably with Mike Whittaker and now with Clarence and his buddies, were not exactly platonic dalliances. They were thus sort of even.

"Am I a quid pro quo from my husband for showing him a good time here?" she just had to ask, the possibility gnawing at her insides.

"Shahnawaz may have reasons to repay me in kind," he said in a matter of fact manner, "after all he has also been intimate with a couple of my sisters, not just the ladies at the club!" This was getting more interesting as her husband's score of infidelities was increasing.

"And so is it that I am yours today with my husband's blessings?"

"My dear Sharmeen," Clarence replied using the pseudonym, "your husband has never given me any such indication, nor can I ask him to." He had cleared that point up but she had more on her mind.

"The way you danced with me at your dad's dinner party, I was not surprised on the drive to the Highlands when my husband said that you wanted to fuck me. But at the club you did not take the opportunity to do so. Why? Are you planning to make love to me now and did not want to do it there?" She sensed an affirmative reply.

"Yes, I do want to make love to you, but in a proper way and at the right time and place," Clarence responded, his hand now under her panty and brushing her pussy lips.

"Go ahead then, claim your reward," Payal said as she pulled the dress up to her waist, "the opportunity to do so may not come tomorrow." She had realized Shahnawaz had a higher score of infidelities than she did and bedding Clarence seemed like a way to get on even keel.

"I'd certainly would want to, but not today!" was his surprising reply.

Payal made a gesture with her hands to ask why not. It was almost unbelievable that a hot-blooded male was turning her down in the state of relative undress she was. Yet on the other hand he had continued to kiss, finger and caress her throughout the evening and she was confused by the mixed signals.

"You are in the family way and as such I think you today truly belong to Shahnawaz alone," he replied.

"But you did let me get intimate with so many people tonight."

"That's true but I had told them that you were not to be fucked. And beside did you not want to experience what goes on in the club you were in."

She nodded her head but asked, "Are you telling me you would have let them all fuck me if I was not pregnant?"

"That would be the case under normal circumstances. In fact, since you were the escort it would have been expected," Clarence was most honest, "but I would have had the first slice of pie!"

"Too bad then that I am not on the menu!" she chuckled.

"That's true," he concurred, "but since you were and are ready for me to fuck you, I have a proposition!"

"And that is?"

"Next time you are in Malaysia, make sure you are not pregnant," he whispered into her ear while copping a feel of her right breast having undone her top, "I would then really like to take you in my arms and utilize my rain check for not fucking you tonight. But we will only do this if you are okay with it."

Payal extended her hand and he shook it to cement the understanding. He pulled her forward and kissed her full on the mouth.

"Okay then, should we call it a night," Payal suggested, "it's almost dawn anyway."

"Perhaps we should," Clarence concurred, "But I do have a gripe with you. You never did suck me at the club?!"

Payal smiled, took her legs off his lap just as he removed her panties, and sat down on her knees in front of him. She bent forward to open his trousers and take his cock out. Just before she started the blow job, he stopped her for a moment and pulled her dress off.

"Wouldn't want to spoil that now would we?" he said, as her mouth engulfed his penis and his hands concurrently undid her bra.

IX

Resting peacefully in Faisalabad nearing the end of the 1988, her husband and child close by, and having exhausted herself after a strenuous bout of lovemaking, Payal reflected on the events and personalities in her life, notably those during the past few months. She had indeed taken a big step up compared to other women in Pakistan with her US educational qualifications. On the other hand, it had been more than two years and she had done nothing but stay at home. She wondered when the opportunity would arise for her to display her career capabilities.

Pakistan held relatively free elections within months of Zia's death. The old party of Zulfikar Bhutto, the man hanged by Zia, was back in power, though tenuously. At the helm was the capable figure of Benazir, his Oxford and Harvard educated daughter. Tainting her, however, was the spectre of her imbecilic and greedy husband, Asif Zardari. Democracy was working, but for how long was not certain.

Shahnawaz had been approached by a number of political parties to join and run. He had decided to turn them down and focused instead on making up the time lost while Payal was in the US. It was a rare night when he did not make love to his wife. Despite knowing that he had not been monogamous, Payal loved him dearly, but rationalized that she could also have a little excitement on the side occasionally! Thankfully none of her indiscretions were known to anyone in Pakistan.

Haqnawaz was in dire straits. The loss of his parliamentary seat and political patronage meant that cases against him that had been shelved now opened up, including one from his sisters against the inheritance land grab. Since Payal moved to Faisalabad she had only seen him once at a family occasion and kept as far apart as possible. She sensed, however, that he was still seeking the opportunity to possess her despite the setbacks he had suffered to date. He did have one consolation though. Naziran, despite further Punjabi film success, had been kicked out by the former minister after Zia's death. She had come crawling back to him and served both to slake his sexual appetite and desire to hurt those weaker than he was.

Mike Whittaker continued to write to Payal. Thankfully his letters were cryptic enough that her husband would not know about their affair. He had won re-election in November 1986 and 1988 and was confirmed as a star in the Republican Party. He had indicated that he might run for Senate in the 2000 contest. She was both pleased and a bit jealous that he mentioned his engagement to the daughter of a former Presidential candidate.

Clarence had not taken Payal vaginally, but they did spend many an evening together sometime indulging in lesser sexual activity. That stopped though when she really began to show after her second month in Genting. He kept sending her small presents via Shahnawaz after she had left. Clarence had taken to calling her Sharmeen and also made it a habit of phoning when Shahnawaz was not around to remind her of the promise to visit Malaysia and not be pregnant. He would, however, yet have to wait longer.

Payal would soon find out she was again with child and not due till the latter half of 1989!



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 07



Payal ki Jhankar, Chapter 7

I

"I'd imagine Jessica would be really upset if she saw us like this," Payal just had the oddest urge to express whatever was running through her mind.

"She is a backwoods type and I think you may be right about her wanting to hold on to her man!" Mike Whittaker took a moment to respond to the comment about his wife back home in Washington, D.C. "I have learned it is best to not mention parts of my life to her."

Each of them had a point. After all, at that very moment Payal, totally nude, was spread-eagled on a king size bed. Mike's penis was embedded inside her and his hands were reconnecting with her perked up breasts.

"Bet you Shahnawaz may have a few things to say about this too!"

"Touche," was Payal's response to his return provocation concerning her husband presently in Pakistan, "Guess you are not the only one who has to keep some secrets!"

Mike flipped over so she came atop his torso, still fully attached to his nether region. Payal bucked a couple of times to ensure that his erection was in no mood to subside.

"Whoa, there, the conference is not till 10 a.m." he reminded her, slowing down Payal's tempo.

"But you don't think we are finishing so soon after this," she replied, once again increasing the speed of her up and down motion.

Sure enough, Mike came furiously for the second time while she had yet another climax since they had started mating earlier in the night. There would be more such coming later as the night progressed. Luckily for Mike, he was not an opening day speaker or panelist. Still he was well spent by the time he got to his room in the wee hours of the morning. Neither Payal nor Mike expected that the other would make it on time to the conference.

II

Having wasted a fair bit of time since completing her Master's degree in the US, much beyond managing two pregnancies, Payal had finally started work early in 1990. Strangely, she was back in journalism, having opted not to take her advanced degree in that discipline. Her daughter Nida was now three and the new son, Salman, was closing in on his first birthday. Now thirty, Payal could easily pass for someone much younger and had continued to care religiously for her physical and emotional self. Since moving first to Faisalabad and then to Lahore she had not been endangered in any way by Haqnawaz. The near rape was an almost distant memory.

An invitation to attend a conference on women's rights in the Middle Eastern context was too much to pass up. Payal was surprised that, as the junior editor of one of Pakistan's leading English magazines, she had been invited rather than someone more senior. It was also unusual that the US Embassy had sent the invitation and advised that her visa had been approved for travel to Istanbul, where the conference was being held. Her travel and hotel arrangements had also been handled via the same channel. While still relatively junior at her office, Payal had no qualms in attending, though she wondered how luck smiled on her so soon after she started her new job in Lahore.

Shahnawaz was proud of the way Payal had started making a name in media circles. Within weeks of her coming on board, the magazine had printed a series of hard-hitting pieces, mostly relating to the poor state of women's rights in Pakistan. Her political science background gave her an advantage over other media persons who did not possess such credentials. She was soon popular with TV anchors for her smart commentary, interview techniques and looks. Payal was also in constant demand at university lectures, both for her views and beauty. To Shahnawaz, the conference invitation only vindicated his belief in her abilities and he encouraged her to accept without reservation. After all, it was only for four days and just a hop over to Turkey.

The asterisk on why she was specifically getting A-list treatment became very clear the first night that she was in Istanbul. She was somewhat surprised when there was a knock on her door just prior to midnight. Standing there was Mike Whittaker, holding a program for the conference which indicated that he was a main panelist and speaker. She was more surprised, however, when she melted into Mike's embrace, letting him kiss her deeply and carry her to the bed. Payal and Mike were threadbare, he had entered her and they had quickly reached their climax, before any words were even exchanged.

Payal had figured that there would be sexual tension between them if they ever met post her return from the US in 1986. What she did not count on was the ease with which they both sexually reconnected, even though they had not met for years since her graduation from Georgetown. It seemed that the acceptance they had for each other, and the no-strings attached sex, made it easy for them to forget about significant others and rekindle a prior affair once again. She did not feel as guilty about this infidelity considering that she now was aware of Shahnawaz also playing the field while on his Malaysia trips. Mike used to worship her body during their trysts during her years in the US, and being treated like divinity once again did wonders for her ego and spirit.

III

Naziran won for Best Actress in the Lux Pakistan Film Awards. Since being thrown out, by the minister she had taken residence up with, and subsequently crawling back to Haqnawaz, she had focused on her film career. She already had a name as someone who would flaunt some skin and had no compulsion about vulgar dances or scenes. In the Pakistani context these were pretty tame compared to fare from India, but she sent pulses racing high anyway among the low classes of the country. Lately she had discovered a knack for dramatic acting also and this had allowed her to take on meaty lead roles. One such role had led her to the point of ultimate acceptance in film circles. There was already talk of her being offered a role in a mid-budget Indian movie in which she could display even more sensuality.

Surprisingly, Haqnawaz had accepted her back into his circle and bed once again. However, this was not as an equal but now as a supplicant. Though she had much greater access to funds, Haqnawaz remained politically connected, rich and powerful. Having been badly treated by the minister, she had learned to be patient about moving her agenda forward. Any brutality could be managed by being pliable and in the time since she returned to him, Naziran had managed to accept any of his abuse and in fact made him less of an animal.

That day, however, Haqnawaz was back to his normal self. Arriving at the house he had originally put her in and subsequently given ownership of, he grasped a hold of her kameez with both hands and ripped it down to expose her underclothes. Naziran had been through such treatment before and knew that compliance was the best way out. Upping the ante, she simply dropped her shalwar, pulled off the torn shirt and motioned to him to take off her lingerie. Almost immediately, Haqnawaz cooled down as he unclothed her.

"Shahji, how many times will you be doing this?" she complained, "this is the twelfth suit you have torn!"

Haqnawaz was suddenly struck by the fact that she had uttered that sentence in fairly passable, but highly accented, English. Naziran had made great effort since coming to Lahore to get an education. Her Urdu was very good by now and she had acquired some English too. Both her Urdu and English teachers worked extra hard on her lessons for two reasons. Firstly, fear of Haqnawaz giving them a thrashing was constantly there. Secondly, every so often Naziran had let them taste her charms in bed.

"Mera naal Punjabi wich gal kar, kutiyay, mein koi Angrez nahin! (Talk to me in Punjabi, bitch, I am no Englishman!)" Haqnawaz thundered.

"Lauh, tussi vee fer duniya jahan di tarah meri bund hi maro (Ok then, why do you not just buttfuck me like everyone else)!" she sharply retorted while turning her behind to him.

Haqnawaz pushed her down on to a table, placed a gob of spit on his tool, and pressed hard into her anus. Naziran had experienced anal sex since childhood, having being victimized by her father and brothers, and this intrusion was par for the course. The cock was buried in her in no time at all and Hanawaz began to push in and pull out earnestly. He was soon spent and withdrew.

"Shahji, why are you so upset with me?"

"Did you see that bitch Payal on TV today?" he asked, "she wants us to provide education and other rights to whores like you." Payal had touched off a debate on rights of rural women, notably relating to education, child marriage and employment. This had not gone down well with the landed establishment but was popular with urbanites and the intelligentsia.

"Do you know that she has asked me for an interview?" Naziran suddenly spoke up.

"Why is that?"

"She thinks I am a great example of someone who has come out of a rural environment and made a name for myself."

"But she does know that your only reason for fame is your ability to suck my cock whenever I want!"

"Shahji, why is your anger against Payal always the cause to beat or insult me?"

"So what are you going to talk to her about?"

"Oh I don't know, perhaps my natural talents as an actress."

"Yes, try to keep the topic to that point."

"Or maybe I'll talk about how I have risen from the abuses I suffered at the hands of my family, my feudal lords and others."

Naziran immediately regretted this as a slap from Haqnawaz launched her across the room.

"Talk all you want to that bitch," he warned, "but be warned that your tongue will be pulled out if you say more than you are supposed to."

IV

Mike was the main speaker on the second day of the conference. Both Payal and Mike had managed to make it to the first day of the event on time and remained discreetly separate throughout the proceedings. Payal was certain that he would opt to rest up for his speech on day two. Instead she was surprised to receive a formal invitation to dinner in Mike's suite. Figuring that the dinner might be event related, rather than personal, she dressed in an elegant shalwar kameez from a leading Pakistani designer and arrived at the appointed time.

Payal figured she had made the correct call as a large circular table was set for a dozen persons and already a few were there. Mike greeted her politely at the door and introduced her around. Guests kept arriving and small talk ensued all around. Other than Payal and Mike, the group included a couple of bigwigs from the Emirates and Turkey sans wives, a female delegate each from India, Egypt and Brazil, a male delegate from Saudi, a CEO and his wife from the US and Mike's assistant Raylene. Payal noted that Raylene was quite easy on the eye and was attracting the attention notably of the male attendees with her backless dress, Texas twang and obvious good looks. Payal busied herself talking to the CEO and the delegates from Brazil and Indonesia.

Dinner was announced and the people took their places according to name placements. Payal was surprised that the Egyptian and Brazilian delegates were seated closest to Mike, who was at the head of the table. She was even more surprised to find herself sitting across from Raylene, at the very end, with the end chair facing the host empty and without a card. Seated next to her was the CEO, while the Emirati was adjacent to Raylene. Payal was wondering if she was being slighted by the placement. After all, during the just passed night, Mike had been extremely close to her. She, however, figured he was being diplomatic, circumspect or had some other reason.

That reason was clarified just a few moments later when Raylene left the room to bring in the last guest, none other than Mike's uncle. The world knew him as former senator Richard Whittaker. Payal knew him as an actively dirty old man, but one with a great knack for politics. Raylene's lipstick was a bit smudged and Richard had a flash of red on his lips. Apparently she had already welcomed the great man. Richard began greeting the people, starting with the guy sitting next to Raylene and coming around. The guys got a firm handshake and Mike received an added hug. The delegate ladies and the CEO's wife all got a kiss on their hands, which both the Indian and Egyptian ladies appeared uncomfortable with. Payal imagined she would receive a bit more attention and was not surprised when he gave her leg a squeeze just as soon as they sat down. Payal glad that she was not wearing a skirt, hoped Richard would behave himself at this event. That was something he had not done the first time they had a meal together.

"Why honey, it's been ages since we saw you in Texas," Richard addressed Payal as soon as Mike indicated that the food could be served.

"Unfortunately I have not had the opportunity to visit the US for some time," she responded, as he moved his chair closer and placed his hand over hers.

"This may sound hokey to you, but I do need to see you about something important regarding your family and Pakistan," Richard surprised her with the statement.

Noting that his hand now was trying to work itself between her legs, she moved close to his ear and whispered, "this would not be one of your usual lecherous moves now, would it?"

"Honey, I will always be a ladies man, particularly with a filly like you around," he whispered back into her ear while trying to rub her pussy through her clothing, "but what I have to tell you cannot be said in public."

"You two there stop with the lovey dovey, come join the party!" Mike brought the two of them into the discussion relating to women's rights.

Dinner was over by 10 p.m. and all of the other guests had left. Richard had insisted that Payal stay for a while to reminisce about her time in the US. He had pawed her a bit during dinner but not as much as on earlier occasions. The others had realized that Payal knew Mike and Richard from her school days and so her staying back was seen as a perfectly safe and friendly gesture.

"Raylene and I have to finalize the talk for tomorrow," Mike advised after about fifteen minutes, "but we should be done in no more than an hour.

"Perhaps I should also head back home," Payal suggested.

"Nonsense," Mike retorted as he headed out with Raylene, "Richard will keep you in good company meanwhile and we have our catching up to do also!"

"Now young lady, do I get that sloppy kiss I was so hoping to place on your lips earlier, or are you ignoring your dear elder friend?" Richard piped up just as the others exited.

As always he had delivered his plea in a comic manner that was difficult to refuse. Payal could not help giggling. Richard closed the distance between them, backed her against a wall and pressed his lips to hers. Payal decided that it would be better to accede to a small request than a bigger one that may follow. She thought of things like ice cream and jewellery while he forced his tongue into her mouth. Richard broke off when needing to breathe.

"So what is this piece of news?" Payal inquired after disengaging and taking seat across from Richard.

"I understand that your husband is being pressured to join one of the political parties in Pakistan." She was surprised that he had such information.

"Yes, but he has not yet made up his mind."

"I strongly suggest that you advise him to continue his Malaysian business and not get involved in Pakistani politics."

"And why is that so, after all he is his own boss!" Payal reacted.

"Because my dear, the party he wants to get into bed with is in our bad books," Richard was honest, "and you do know the fate of third world leaders who get on our bad side."

"Is this a threat of some sort?"

"Not at all, it is simply the advice of a close family friend who wants to see you happy."

"But what about my brother, he also is in politics, should he also desist?"

"Oh no, he would more than deserve anything bad that happens to him," Richard responded, "Haqnawaz has not been a friend to us or to you!"

"How would you know that?"

"I haven't been in high government circles without contacts in many countries," he confided, "and I do know he has been extremely unsuccessful in his pursuit of you!"

Payal was totally shocked. She recalled mentioning bad familial relations with Haqnawaz to Mike but never that she was nearly raped by her brother.

"You can take one assurance from me though," Richard continued, "Shahnawaz, your kids and you will be safe if he stays out of the political mess."

"And if he does not?"

"We may not be able to protect him or you from forces that Haqnawaz or others may array against you and yours!"

Payal was bewildered and quieted down to think. She shook her head to indicate that the message would be conveyed on her return home.

"And now we can get back to more important things," Richard suggested, placing a box with a ribbon on her lap.

Payal opened it to find a black dress inside with an exclusive designer label. Payal noted that not only was it backless, the hem would be short of her knees. However, it did appear to exude class and confidence.

"The US Consulate has a party tomorrow night and I would be honoured if you would accompany me as a friend of the family," he explained.

"And do all your friends go to such events in racy clothing?"

"Oh no, this treatment is just for the best ones! And I do know you will look great in it."

"I did not say I had accepted the invitation," she reminded him.

"But you will because of the opportunity to meet some people who are experts on your part of the world and could provide further advice."

That clinched the argument for Payal. As there was no special conference event planned for that night the consular invitation worked well.

"And now, can I ask a great favour?"

"You may ask," she responded, indicating that acceptance was not guaranteed.

"Could I ask you to put in on now, I need to see you in it to make sure everything is perfect."

Payal picked up the dress and started towards the bathroom.

"I was hoping you would do it right here, after all I have seen you naked before!" Richard stopped her in mid-stride by reminding her of her prior experience with some bikinis she had tried at his pool party.

"Something tells me no is not the answer," Payal remarked, resuming her walk towards the bathroom, "but in this case you are not going to get your kicks."

She had to dispense with her bra and slip as these would show. Feeling naughty she also disposed of the panties. The shoes did not match and came off too. She checked herself in the mirror. On one hand she looked really good. On the other, she felt naked, slutty and naughty with only the slight dress covering her body. Richard's jaw dropped as Payal walked barefoot across his line of sight and posed a few feet away from him.

"My God, where were you in my younger days?" he blurted.

"Waiting for my great ancestors to be born probably," she quipped back.

"Oh come on, I am not that old!"

"Maybe not, but you do possess the lecherousness of the ages!"

"So can I see some more, please?"

Payal closed the gap between them and placed her left foot between his legs, her toes landing on the crotch and causing him to twitch. "Only this once," she pointed out to him firmly and then stepped back just as his hands poked under her dress.

She twirled a few times, letting the dress rise, and then stopped while holding the hem up so that her legs, pussy and ass were visible.

"The dress is nice and this is more than enough of a thank you," she lifted the dress right off her body, letting him see her completely nude, but just a moment later headed towards the bathroom.

Richard absorbed with the sight he just had, was about to respond when Raylene knocked and asked if he could join Mike and her over an important matter. Payal took that as the opportune time to change back and return to her room. Richard grudgingly let her go but not till he copped a feel of her breast and scored a quick peck on the lips as she departed.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 07



Mike showed up after midnight and the hours through to dawn were spent in pleasantly exploring parts of each other's bodies that they both knew well. He feared that Richard may have upset her, but was happy to learn she would go to the reception.

V

Shahnawaz was surprised when Payal suggested that he drop the idea of running for parliament on the ticket of the former Chief Minister's party. Up to that time she had been supportive of his desire to be part of the political elite. But having just returned from Turkey, and lying in bed after a serious bout of lovemaking, she had taken a total U-turn.

Though past their tenth wedding anniversary, and with two kids to show, the passion between Payal and Shahnawaz had not diminished. He still found her to be extremely sexy and longed to be in her embrace. She sought the comfort of his presence, not to mention his ability as a lover. His absences in Malaysia and her office routines meant that opportunities to be together were often limited and so his fires burned whenever she was near. The ladies in Malaysia or elsewhere sufficed on occasion and he did enjoy fucking Sam Chen's daughters, but Payal was a cut above the rest. His passion had further been stoked by Clarence Chen's very open crush on his wife. Payal wondered what would happen if he ever found out about her on-again affair with Mike Whittaker, the near-fuck with Clarence, and the mystery lover she had experienced during her honeymoon in Malaysia many years earlier, not to mention the rape attempt by Haqnawaz or the perks allowed to Richard Whittaker. She had decided that his infidelities were strictly off-shore, as were hers, and there was no reason to bring up outside relationships while at home.

Shahnawaz had been unusually randy when he picked her up upon returning via a late-night flight to Lahore. Payal was surprised when he pulled the Land Rover into an under-construction compound just on the outskirts of the airport. Letting her out, Shahnawaz backed her against the back door of the vehicle and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Payal, who had been dozing just before he stopped, came alive and returned the passionate kiss.

"Should we not wait till we get home?" she asked when they broke off for air.

"I cannot hold on till we get home and it will be dawn soon."

"But we can be seen here!"

"Don't worry, this is the site for one of our projects and I told the guard to take-off just as your aircraft landed."

His hands moved under her shirt and undid the clasp on her shalwar. Payal stepped out trying to ensure it would not get dirty on the ground. He had her kameez off in another minute and tossed these into the vehicle along with her bra and panties. Other than travel shoes, Payal was stark naked. Shahnawaz turned her around, pushed his hands under her, elevating the ass and allowing him to stick his cock into her welcoming pussy from behind. Payal, forced onto the tips of her toes, had to stay upright by grabbing on to the side of the luggage rack. She could not believe that she was being brazenly taken in this manner, yet loved her husband for spicing up things. This was indeed a most appreciated homecoming gift and so unlike him. Shahnawaz continued his penetration, forcing her up against the cold metal and glass, while caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. He finally exploded just as her legs gave way following the multiple orgasms she had experienced. Shahnawaz opened the passenger door and helped her inside. Payal noted that the rear seats were already reclining. A moment later, Shahnawaz was on top of her and his penis had once again found its intended target. Payal squealed with joy as he continued to meaningfully thrust into her. The call to pre-dawn prayer coincided with the conclusion of their coupling. For the time being, their thirst for each other had been slaked. It would re-emerge with a vengeance as soon as they got home again.

Much later, sexually sated, they had started to talk about recent happenings. She opened up to him about what she had learned from Richard and then during the consulate party. Shahnawaz took the information in without interruption. Her sources were impeccable and much of what she said made perfect sense. He also had indications about some of the things mentioned from his own sources, but the extent of issues she had unearthed was much greater.

"Let's sleep on it my dear," he comfortingly told her as he lay wide awake for the rest of the night considering the options.

VI

Payal was an instant hit at the consulate party. Her good looks and dress sense were attracting attention. But she was also in demand for the fact that she was a colleague of Mike Whittaker and Richard's "date" for the evening. The little black dress showed off her curves perfectly. Fairly sedate at the front, the garment plunged at the back nearly to her hipline. A white embroidered pattern in the form of a bird with stretched wings drew attention to her back. Two sheer strings connected the tips of the wings to the halter top, leaving almost the entire back bare. While not revealing much décolletage when seen from the front, the cut did leave much of the sides of her breasts uncovered. The dress stretched to halfway between her waist and knees but had slits on the side that came up to just below her privates. She had opted to have her hair bunched up 60's style to accentuate the bare back. Earlier in the day she had been advised that Mr. Whittaker would cover charges for any items she may need from the ritzy shops within the hotel. She thought about really sticking it to the old man, but figured that a higher spend would also mean a bigger return on his investment. She opted to wear a few of her own small jewellery pieces. However, she did go all out to select a smashing pair of heels, a matching purse and a shawl. She had accompanied Richard, Mike and Raylene in the limo and was the recipient of royal treatment as soon as she arrived at the consulate. Richard had been salivating from the moment she walked out into the hotel lobby to join them. He used extreme restraint in the limo by not trying to feel her up in front of the others. Raylene looked stunning in a blue cocktail dress and Payal wondered if there were things between Mike and her. Yet Mike had stolen a moment to whisper, "keep this dress on till I get you out of it later tonight!"

The event was well attended and Payal was amazed at the number of ranking people that sought Richard out for small talk. She was happy that this kept Richard busy and less able to focus on her assets. Mike had gravitated to other parts of the reception but she was stuck with the uncle. Payal, however, kept her eyes and ears open for titbits of information and very shortly her brain was overloaded with all sorts of facts, fictions and potentialities.

Dinner was announced and Payal found herself seated next to Richard at the table closest to the main one. That was where Mike and Raylene were with assorted consulate and other persons. The gentleman at Payal's side was Amos Knotts, formerly with the embassy in Islamabad. Three others, among the dozen persons at the table were also from the South Asia desk, or had held postings in Pakistan, Afghanistan and India. Payal figured correctly that discussion would be about the state of affairs in Pakistan. She was surprised by news that the President of Pakistan had dissolved the Benazir Bhutto government that day and called for new elections. The likely successor was going to be a less West-leaning party led by the Punjab Chief Minister.

"Mrs. Shahnawaz," Amos addressed her very formally, "we understand that you have strong connections within media, political, military and other circles in Pakistan."

"Please call me Payal," she tried to tone down the formality, "and yes my family is well connected, though my own linkages rely more on them than on my personal connections."

Others joined in on the conversation and within a few minutes Payal was intensely involved in the discussion on what had happened in Pakistan and next steps. In fact, she was so engrossed that it took a while for her to realize that Richard's hand had landed on her leg and quickly two fingers had insinuated themselves between her slight panty and vagina. Yet Richard was carrying on the conversation as if nothing out of the extraordinary was occurring. She knew what was coming next. During their first meal together he had actually fingered her to the point of coming. She knew that if she came during the event, it would be difficult to explain the wetness that would certainly ooze onto her dress.

She gripped a fork in her hand, slid it under the table cloth and pressed down hard into his wrist. Richard went red, but somehow managed to stifle the cry of pain. He withdrew his hand quickly and wrapped a napkin around it while keeping it out of sight. Payal noted that the tines of the fork were tinged red, indicating that she had drawn blood. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Ouch, that hurt but I get the message!"

During the meal she learned that the likely new government did not have the same credentials that Benazir's did with the Americans. Amos had let her know that the elections were likely to be rigged. She found out that Haqnawaz had made overtures to be awarded the party ticket for their family district, even though Shahnawaz was the choice to be brought into the party fold. The consensus view was that structural issues would prevent the new government from completing its term and it would last no more than two years. Throughout she kept getting direct and indirect hints, mainly about making her husband desist from politics for the time being.

"I'll do my best Amos," she promised, "and thanks for your concern and information."

"That's fine," he responded, "and maybe you should think about being in politics rather than your husband!"

"Why would I do that? I am very happy as things stand, and did you not suggest my family stay away from politics?"

"Oh but I understand you are quite politically astute, have advanced qualifications in the field, have already become a media presence in your country, and do know some bigwigs in the American establishment."

Amos was correct on all those scores but what he was suggesting was far from anything she had considered in her life. Still his comment had sent her mind spinning.

A band started playing ballroom music and a number of persons had already paired up. Payal was game enough to dance with Richard, Mike and Amos. The band stopped playing for some speeches and dessert. Payal noted Richard was not partaking of the fabulous pie and wondered if he was planning on having her as a dinner ender. The event concluded shortly after and the farewells took a bit of time too.

"I am soon being promoted to a higher level back at the embassy in Pakistan and do hope that you will remain in touch," Amos let her know as they said goodbye.

Payal smiled and instinctively kissed his cheek. She had the feeling that she would be seeing him quite often. Amos was a few years older than Mike, but good looking in a bookish manner. Still he did exude friendship and trust and Payal felt comfortable with him.

"And do think over what I said to you about a role in national politics!"

VII

Mike invited the others for a nightcap in his suite. After a couple of drinks, Raylene let Richard know, very directly, that it was bedtime. It was obvious to Payal that Raylene had become accustomed to Richard's lecherous ways and could handle him with ease. Richard insisted on and received a sloppy kiss from Payal and was helped out of the suite by Raylene.

"So what's the story behind Raylene?" she just had to ask.

"She's a damn fine assistant," Mike responded.

"That's not what I asked!"

"The answer is yes, we have slept together," Mike was open about the relationship, "but Raylene has diverse interests."

Payal wondered about what he meant, but he changed the course of her thoughts by placing his lips on hers and beginning a kiss that would linger for quite a while.

"Get Raylene out of your mind and check out the scenery and I'll soon get you out of your dress," he suggested.

The room had a magnificent view of the Istanbul sky and shorelines. Kicking off her shoes Payal instinctively walked out to the edge of the balcony to get a better look. Mike took his time joining her and caressed her back and shoulders as they took in the vista. Very slowly he slipped her panties down. Mike seated himself in a lounge chair and pulled Payal to him. Still facing forward, she eased herself onto his erect penis, her legs dangling on each side of the chair, noting that he had divested his clothes and was only in a bathrobe. Mike controlled the tempo of her movement, by pushing on her shoulders to slow her down every time she went too fast. She thought she was going to die of pleasure when he finally came after a seeming eternity. She slumped back onto his body to catch her breath, his cock still impaling her.

"So did Raylene give you one like that too?" she whispered.

"Unfortunately, she has been very businesslike through the conference and there has been little opportunity for other things," he protested, "besides I have only ever been with her a couple of times."

"So is Richard fucking her tonight?"

"Frankly I wouldn't fuck that old geezer if the human race depended on my doing so," Payal was surprised by a female voice.

Raylene still dressed in her party clothes had walked onto the balcony and was taking in the scene. Payal did not know if she should get up or stay connected to Mike. It was obvious Raylene had a key to the suite and had probably come by to get something.

"I see there is a party in progress, may I join in?" Raylene inquired. Stepping close to them, she slowly began to stroke Mike and Payal's combined privates.

"Uh, I'm sorry if I said something wrong," Payal mumbled as she jerkily uncoupled from Mike and stood up as straight as she could with her legs splayed on either side of him. Raylene grabbed onto Mike's cock as it slid out of Payal. She put the other arm around Payal's waist, leaving her standing awkwardly over Mike.

"Apology accepted on one condition," Raylene responded, joining her mouth to Payal's for a kiss, "that you be dessert for me too!"

Payal was in a tizzy but Mike had already unclasped her dress, letting it drop and totally baring her. He carried her to the bedroom. Raylene joined the two of them on the bed as soon as her own clothes were divested. Payal had only ever experienced kissing a girl before while at the nightclub with Clarence in Malaysia. She had never imagined full on lesbian sex but was piqued all the same.

Raylene took Payal in her arms and this time both got fully into the kiss. Moving downwards, Raylene sucked on Payal's tits and rubbed her breasts. Mike sitting to one side slid his fingers into Raylene's pussy. A pleasant chill went up Payal's spine as Raylene moved her tongue further down her torso and to the end of her legs and then sucked on each of her toes. Raylene reversed her downward movement and soon her tongue was lapping at Payal's cunt. Mike, meanwhile, had buried his cock in Raylene from behind as she continued sucking.

"My turn to get the treatment darling," she lifted her face up and addressed Payal after an extended period.

The roles were now reversed, with Payal starting with Raylene's lips and going down to her pussy. Mike, who had not come while inside Raylene, simply waited for Payal to start sucking and entered her from behind. Shortly Raylene, Payal and Mike all seemed to come in unison.

"Now do you know what I meant about Raylene having diverse interests?" Mike remarked.

Payal more than agreed. Circumspection demanded that she get to her room before the breakfast deliveries started and it was with reluctance that the three broke off their tryst. While they were together, however, Raylene introduced Payal to a different kind of sexual joy. Payal was so sated that the idea of Mike fucking Raylene did not cause any jealousy. Perhaps that was because Mike made sure he fucked Payal again also. Payal was also greatly entertained by Raylene's description of Richard asking her for sex when she dropped him at his room. A round of negotiations had ensued and he finally was agreeable to retiring after Raylene had let him paw at her bare tits while giving him a hand job. Payal was able to relate completely having been in a similar situation at Richard's poolside party in Texas.

The final goodbyes at the end of the conference were formal and quick. The Americans were headed to a meeting in London right after lunch. Payal joined them at the airport though her flight was a few hours later. It did take some sleight of hand for Mike to get her alone into a corridor for an extended goodbye kiss. Raylene had no such issues, giving her one on the lips in full view of the other passengers. Richard also insisted on French kissing her but just got a quick peck. The conference had been meaningful, but Payal had gained much more political, not to mention sexual knowledge.

VIII

Payal wondered why she had even bothered to schedule an interview with Naziran. Despite being open minded about peoples' backgrounds, Payal did not think Naziran had earned the right to the popularity she had gained. More focused on ensuring that trouble between Haqnawaz and Shahnawaz did not ensue by both vying for the same party ticket, she had lost track of the fact that a meeting with Naziran had been set up. Not keen on the story anymore, but stuck with prior appointments, Payal reluctantly went over to the house Haqnawaz had given to Naziran.

"Jee aayan noo, bibi ji (Heartiest welcomes, honoured lady)," Naziran was effusive as Payal was lead to the sitting room.

"I'm happy to see you are well set and things have happened," Payal responded, not sincere about a word she said.

The talk for the first hour was about Naziran's growing film career, her new role in a TV serial, and the possibility of starring in an Indian movie. Winning the Lux Award had only increased demand for her. Much of this was because there was always an amount of money that would be agreeable for her to bare as much skin as possible. In one of her latest movies, she had actually dressed up in hot pants and a deep cut blouse. Somehow the censor allowed the scenes to be exhibited making Naziran an even bigger sex symbol in Pakistan. During the interview session, the photographer took a number of pictures and then asked to be excused to handle errands at home. Payal did not think the meeting would go much longer and stayed back alone with Naziran.

"Haqnawaz has been very generous to you," Payal noted.

"You know well that he does not have a generous bone in his body," Naziran responded, "I have had to accept his dirty paws and body on me for years, not to mention his apelike manner."

"Surely things cannot be as bad, now that you are a big star?"

"No bibi ji, now he gets excited because he is mistreating a celebrity!"

"So why do you stay with him?"

"Maybe I have gotten used to things or perhaps I am scared of his vengeance if I do something he does not like," Naziran opened up some more.

"You should report him to the authorities," Payal suggested.

"Bibi ji, during the past 10 years you have not once reported his crimes against you to anyone, not even your husband, and you think I can?"

That comment hit home because Payal realized Naziran knew more about what had transpired with Haqnawaz.

"I know that he has been trying to fuck you since you first came to the haveli after your marriage," Naziran continued, "and I am also told that he nearly managed to do so."

"No, thank God, he has bad intent in his heart but I have managed to keep away from him for some years now."




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 07



"Bibi Ji, if you think his desire for you has ended because you live somewhere else, then you are so wrong, he will keep trying to find a way to possess you."

"But why is that so?"

"Because he wants everything that others have and so far he has taken property, power, even film stars; you are the only thing he does not have and thus wants badly."

"I guess I will have to be even more careful," Payal replied.

Almost on cue the door opened and Haqnawaz walked in. He leered at Payal and a smile formed on his mouth.

"It is truly a good day today, it looks as if Eid (the main Muslim festival) is happening a month earlier than normal," he spoke with clear intent.

"I will take my leave now, Naziran, thanks for the interview and we will discuss the draft of the story in a day or two," Payal gathered her stuff and moved towards the exit.

Haqnawaz was on her in a moment, pinning her to the wall. His tongue licked her face and neck as she reacted. Dropping her things, Payal pushed with all her might but to no avail. Haqnawaz was forced back, however, as Naziran suddenly grabbed and tugged at him from behind. The slight reprieve was enough for Payal, who remembered some of her karate and punched him hard in the nose, the groin and the solar plexus. Haqnawaz staggered and fell back, pinning Naziran under him.

Payal grabbed her things and made it to the doorway, but realized she still had to start her car and back out of the driveway. That would be enough time for Haqnawaz and his goons to grab and overpower her. She realized the exit door was of the old type, having a latch on the outside. Thinking quickly, Payal ran through and pulled it shut behind her. Before anyone could follow her, she had bolted the door from outside. Her brain working fast she yelled to the henchmen sitting outside that Haqnawaz had been hurt falling in the back stairway and they should go help. Haqnawaz rushed to the back exit as the front one was locked, while the henchmen ran there too, giving Payal the opportunity to drive out onto the street and straight to a nearby friend's home.

Payal knew that Naziran would be treated badly as a result of her escape. Thinking smartly she called the police to report a robbery in progress at Naziran's address. Just as Haqnawaz had picked Naziran off the floor and intended to beat her in earnest, the cops arrived. There was no sense in meting out the punishment with the police around. He decided the correct course of action was to go to the hospital and have his broken nose looked at. Luckily he managed to leave just before the journalists, who had been advised of a break-in at a big movie stars house by an anonymous source, showed up in droves. They were unhappy to find that the information was false. Naziran, however, was thankful that for the time being the threat of violence had passed. Rather than let the reporters go unsatisfied, she quickly fixed her dress and makeup and let them shoot pictures for an extended period of time to ensure that Haqnawaz would not punish her that evening.

Haqnawaz had kept tabs on the place awaiting such an opportunity, in fact suggesting that Naizran conduct the interview there. Learning of the date and time, he had paid off the photographer a handsome sum to take leave earlier than planned. The photographer's departure from Naziran's house was noted by one of Haqnawaz's men roaming the street. The person rushed to a nearby shop and placed the call to his master. Haqnawaz figured she would be alone and helpless, but should have realized that Payal was resourceful and smart, unlike his usual conquests. He was growing very tired of not getting his way with her. He had to come up with a better plan. His swore that the next time he would fuck the living daylights out of Payal.

IX

"I have been trying to keep the peace in the family for some time now," Payal had concentrated on getting Shahnawaz's attention as soon as he had rested up after work and hand dinner, "but I feel things are getting out of hand again."

"What do you mean?" Shahnawaz responded, unaware of what Payal was about to reveal.

"I was so happy that we did not have to deal with Haqnawaz while I was out of the country or away from the haveli, but the situation is changing."

She had her husband's attention. He urged her to get to the point.

"Your brother tried to rape me today!"

"What? He would do no such thing. He is not a very honourable person, but this is beyond him."

Payal narrated the incident at Naziran's house. Shahnawaz turned red, but tried to rationalize things.

"Maybe you just over reacted at his friendliness towards you?"

"It's not the first time he has tried to fuck me," Payal went on.

"Yes, I remember he was not proper during our wedding ceremony, but I had a strong talk with him years ago."

"He behaved for a while, but accosted me a number of times when you were away," she said, "and I was lucky to not be a victim."

"Why did you not tell me then?"

"I was going to the US and it would do no good to spoil the family atmosphere."

"And has anything happened since then?"

"He almost succeeded in soiling me the day of the Islamabad explosion!"

Payal finally told her husband most of what had transpired over two years earlier, wisely leaving out the part that Haqnawaz had managed to shove nearly half his cock into her rectum during the attempt. Shahnawaz was furious at both his brother and her. Her plea that things would go out of control did not appear to allay him.

"I am going to kill that bastard!" Shahnawaz vowed.

"That's not what I want," Payal interrupted, "he is a powerful man and you could end up in trouble or worse.

"Still, this is not what I can allow him to openly consider with or do to my wife."

Shahnawaz headed straight for the cabinet to retrieve his set of guns. Payal knew that things could spin into uncharted territory very quickly.

"Let me cool you down a bit and help think out a smart way to punish him," she said, standing in front of the bedroom door and preventing his exit. Shahnawaz was seriously considering pushing her out of the way and in fact moved to do so.

Instead his attention was diverted by the fact that Payal had undone her shalwar and was out of her kameez also. Wearing just a frilly bra and panties, Payal was on her knees, with her hands clasped out front requesting peace and mercy. The sight of his wife, flushed by the heightened emotions and in her state of undress, helped him get out of the madness funk and feel a stirring in his genitals. He dropped the guns and held his arms out to Payal. With a smile of relief, she dispensed with her lingerie and joined him in a long embrace.

Later as they lay in bed, well spent, Payal wondered if she had done the right thing in telling Shahnawaz about the potential rapes now, having held the information back earlier. She fervently hoped her husband could be persuaded to take a peaceable stance, perhaps by moving them again to another city. The possibility of talking Haqnawaz out of his intent seemed remote once again.

Shahnawaz meanwhile reflected on how much his brother had betrayed the family code of honour. Not only had he made unnecessary grabs for property and popularity, he had gone beyond acceptable limits by sexually targeting his sister. He appreciated Payal's point of view on not letting things spiral out of control. Yet he also felt that told earlier on, he could have dissuaded Haqnawaz in a more forceful manner. No, he thought, justice had to be served and the culprit had to pay.

The call to morning prayers brought their minds back to mundane daily routines. Yet both knew that a Rubicon had been crossed and that the likely outcome for at least one of the three involved would not be pleasant.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 08



Note

Payal's story has now stretched from the early 1980s through to the mid-1990s. During this time her relationships have matured and threats to her wellbeing have also materialized. The following story refers to happenings in prior chapters, notably 3, 6 and 7. Enjoy! More to follow after this chapter.

I

Buried deep inside the still welcoming wetness of Naziran, Haqnawaz could still not get his mind off the series of mishaps that recently befell him. By now the two of them had become the talk of the town and rumours of a wedding having taken place abounded. In reality, despite her fame and fortune, Naziran to him was still a servant girl, worth very little and definitely not marriage material. Close friends of his could attest to the fact that he could care less about her. After all, not many husbands would on occasion let one or another friend stay over and enjoy Naziran's company and body.

Naziran, however, had continued to impress in many other ways. Rather than plump up like a typical Punjabi film heroine, she had actually worked on her physique and could boast a near-model figure. Her command of languages had improved drastically and within the film industry her ability in Urdu and Punjabi was more than adequate. What struck everyone most was how confident she had become in conversational English, easily being the most adept at that language within the Pakistan film industry. The teachers she had been provided were useful, but a growing friendship with a visa officer in the US Consulate in Lahore had given her many chances to practice many nuances of the language while in bed with him.

Today she matched Haqnawaz's vigour, thrust for thrust, as if egging him to somehow grow his already substantial penis. Her ardour definitely allowed Haqnawaz to temporarily forget the supposed ill-treatment he had received at the hands of his family just hours earlier. Though she had been regularly fucked for years now, he kept gravitating back to her embrace. Today she somehow seemed tighter, more energetic and desirable. He extended his orgasm as long as he could until finally letting go with an audible sigh. Naziran felt his heat spewing inside and was thankful that the protective devices she used had not yet failed her.

He rolled off her and lay motionless at her side for a bit. Naziran extended her hand and began to rub his greasy cock. Haqnawaz was lost in thought or her practiced massage would have had him up in no time. Failing to get him up, she brought her mouth over his prick and began to lick it. Surprisingly he brushed her off and left the bed to clean up.

"Shahji what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing I cannot handle," was his curt reply.

"Has Payal bibi done something to you again?"

"No she did not do anything directly to me, and yes she is the cause of my troubles, but this time I am not going to let things lie peacefully!"

Haqnawaz had been surprised a couple days earlier on entering the haveli after having spent more than a month away. The call from his mother was unusual, but even he was not in position to refuse her order to come home immediately. Awaiting him were not only his mother, but Shahnawaz and both sisters. This was no ordinary summons. Tensions were certainly at an elevated level and he was certainly the cause of any troubles.

"What a nice surprise," he said out aloud, not meaning a word of it. The muted response he received told him that the matter was quite serious.

Once the group was seated in the main room, Shahnawaz went straight to the point. "Time and again I have stressed to you that I will defend my family honour against any threat, yet you refuse to listen."

"What have I done now?" Haqnawaz shot back.

"Payal is his wife, a part of our family, and needs to be respected and protected by all," his mother suddenly interjected.

"You seem not to have understood this simple fact," the youngest sister spoke up, "and despite the patience Shahnawaz has shown, you continue to have designs on Payal."

"Who says I have done anything to her?" he tried to change the tone of the conversation.

"Let's not try to play innocent," Shahnawaz shot back, "I have had enough of your interference into my family's affairs and only the entreaties of my sisters and mother prevent me from hacking you to pieces this minute."

"So you are all picking his ultra-modernized wife over me, your own flesh and blood?" he responded, "are you sure about what might happen if you are against me."

"You have stolen most of the family lands and wealth illegally, you have threatened all of your siblings at some point in the past few years, usually over property, and you have done nothing to earn the right to be called my son," the Chaudhrani thundered.

"Just wanting to change things does not mean that you can simply disown me."

"Oh, no, you can be disowned legally and we have already started proceedings against you for illegal appropriation of property," the other sister jumped in, "and the current government is not beholden enough to you to influence the judges in your favour!"

II

Following the attempt Haqnawaz had made to rape Payal, in the course of a news interview with Naziran, Shahnawaz had spent much time making his case to the other members of the family. Payal would not let him take the direct approach of confronting his brother since she was sure that would result in a fatality to at least one of them. Nearly a year had nearly gone by before the family were able to meet at the family's village home to settle things. While Shahnawaz had hoped that his brother could somehow reform, no signs of any amelioration were evident in this extended period of time.

Though he was evasive, defensive and then seemed to accept the verdict of his family to desist from his pursuit of Payal and his actions against other family members, Shahnawaz could sense that Haqnawaz was ultimately not going to listen to them or take the insult peaceably. After the meeting, a voice inside told him that his mother, sisters and most of all, Payal, were in danger, perhaps even mortal.

"It would be best if we were to take an extended vacation," Shahnawaz suggested to Payal as they undressed for bed after his trip back to Lahore from the village.

"Why would that be necessary?" she queried.

"I do not think Haqnawaz is the kind of person to accept constructive criticism and am sure that today he lost face and felt badly slighted."

"But he has been shown up time and again before and has not reacted negatively," Payal insisted, while unclothing herself.

"I know, but the situation and his demeanour this time were not the same as before."

The conversation stopped suddenly as Payal dropped her kameez, and having already divested of the shalwar, stood just in her lingerie. Shahnawaz instinctively moved over to caress her, helping dispose of her bra and panties in the process. He backed her up against a wall as he fought to undo his own trousers. Succeeding in baring his cock, Shahnawaz lifted her so her back rested on the wall while her legs went around his waist. As she positioned herself, his member slid into her, evoking a deep sigh. Somehow he managed to take his shirt off, with some help from Payal, as he pushed in and out of her. It had been a while since he had taken her in a manner other than on the bed and in a missionary position. Payal moaned with pleasure as he grunted and kept his tool pumping. Though they had agreed that two kids were sufficient, he had not taken any precautions while entering her. Payal was relieved though that she was safe, having just finished a period a day or so earlier. Perhaps not fucking his wife during the past week had given Shahnawaz extra zest. Payal, however, sensed that he had relished the victory over Haqnawaz earlier in the day, and was now laying down his claim again to the object that was causing the friction between them, Payal herself.

"Okay, let's take the vacation if you are so concerned," she whispered as they lay together spent after the intense lovemaking.

"It will be better for everyone," he stressed.

"But where are we going?"

"We could go to the US, but Clarence Chen has advised that he is getting married and an engagement event is happening soon."

Payal tensed for a moment on hearing his response. Visiting Malaysia had been pleasant for her in the past, except that the first time she was fucked by a total stranger and the second time she nearly had been the main item at an orgy. She also remembered that Clarence held a rain check on a future sexual encounter with her. It seemed that events were working in such a way as to ensure her long-standing debt was honoured.

III

"Welcome back to your home away from home," Clarence Chen was profuse in his greeting to Payal.

Her family had just arrived at the apartment that Shahnawaz usually based himself while in Malaysia early in 1994. In a fashionable high-rise district of Kuala Lumpur, the apartment was close to every imaginable amenity. Payal knew instinctively that the kids would love the place.

One of the servants ran up to her with a phone. Clarence was on the other end. He had asked directly for her. This was the start to the seduction she expected was coming. Clarence expressed his regret for not having being at the airport since he was out of town. He suggested they all took time to relax and make themselves comfortable over the next couple of days.

"What's happening after that?" Payal was compelled to ask.

"Oh I am having a small costume party as part of the engagement ceremonies and will be meeting you then."

"But I don't think its Halloween and am certain we do not have any costumes," she replied.

"That's all true but I have taken the liberty of picking out perfect outfits for both Shahnawaz and you," he let her know, "it's an adult party so the kids will have to stay with the nanny.

"And may I ask what I am supposed to be coming as."

"Let's just say you're coming as a visage that will stop some hearts from beating and ramp up many others!"

Clarence bid Payal goodbye as he was being called for a meeting. It left her a couple of days to wonder what he meant by a visage to both stop and ramp up hearts.

IV

Just as Clarence had indicated Payal found a beautifully wrapped package delivered to her residence. Opening it, she found a fancy Bollywood dancers costume in light pink and gold. It certainly was not what she had expected to be wearing, rather imagining that Clarence would have sent a Playboy bunny or other leggy outfit. Shahnawaz's costume, which was in a less ornate package, of a buccaneer pirate captain, did not match hers at all and she figured that was done deliberately.

Payal received a great deal of help while dressing up from a beautician who showed up, did her hair and makeup, set the jewellery on the various parts of her body, and even gave her a bikini wax. When done, Payal looked ready to go on stage for a movie production and wondered if any Indian film type dancing would entail at the party. Knowing how long Clarence had waited to collect on his "rain check" the party would not end with dancing alone!

The gold top barely covered a bit more than an ordinary bra but helped enhance the cleavage. While it hid much of her boobs from view up front and on the sides, the rear was held together with strings that showed off almost all of the back. Her midriff was completely bare from just under the breasts all the way to the waistline.

The skirt's waist was done in gold silk as was the bottom border. The rest had a pink floral pattern. The garment was cut in an interesting manner, designed to show as much as it hid. Rather than coming all around Payal's undercarriage, while completely covering the back of her legs and reaching around to each side, it had a prominent gap of around ten inches right at the front extending up to the waistline. As such it not only showed off the sides of her legs but also the privates. Some decorum was preserved by the fact that an additional piece of pink fabric barely a foot long, placed within this gap, provided a curtain of sorts for her nether regions.

A long pink scarf with a gold border was included to be placed over the head or shoulders, supposedly to provide strategic coverage if needed, though the flimsy material would hardly hide anything. A profuse amount of accessories came along, including anklets, bracelets, a necklace, ear rings, a headpiece, jeweled arm bands and even a decorative bauble to be placed in her belly button. A catchy pair of golden and pink heels completed the outfit. One on hand the costume did not reveal as much as the miniskirts Payal had worn on prior occasions, courtesy of the Chens. On the other the skirt opened up in different ways as she moved, allowing her legs to clearly be seen and perhaps even giving the onlooker an occasional peek at the panties. Clearly the dancer outfit was a most sensuous and suggestive outfit, indicating both the presence of a fantasy and the possibility of athletic sex to follow.

As Payal was finalizing her get up by putting on her heels, the beautician called her attention to the fact that Shahnawaz had a sizable bulge in his trousers and appeared keener on fucking his deliciously dressed wife rather than making it to the Chen party on time. Putting on the sexy outfit had also turned Payal on quite a bit and under normal circumstances she would have hiked the dress and spread her legs to allow him inside. Today, however, that would mean having to disrobe, fuck, clean themselves again, redress and finally get to the party. A significant delay was inevitable.

The beautician, a very pretty Chinese girl, took the initiative and simply led Shahnawaz to the bathroom. Quickly getting her shoes on, Payal went over to see what was happening. Shahnawaz's trousers were down around his ankles. The girl had his cock in her mouth and was sucking it with professional dexterity. Shahnawaz had a look of extreme pleasure on his face. Payal was both surprised that he had allowed the girl to take that liberty while in her presence, but also that she felt her own pussy moisten as the act proceeded. She stood spellbound at the doorway waiting for the girl to finish. Having swallowed Shahnawaz's load, the girl quickly wet some towels and wiped off the residue of his orgasm. Holding another towel in her hand, she nimbly crossed over to Payal, pulled down her panties and dried up her already oozing vagina.

"Mr. Chen's driver is waiting for you downstairs," the girl said in a businesslike manner as if nothing had happened, tossing the towel into a garbage bin and hiking Payal's panties back again, "you will have to hurry to make it in time."

The limo took less than fifteen minutes to cover the distance to the hotel where the party was being held. For the first ten neither of them said anything, and then Shahnawaz broke the silence.

"I had no idea she was going to do that," he truthfully stated.

"But you did not stop her and certainly enjoyed the treatment," Payal did not know where the slight pang of jealousy was coming from, given that neither of them had exactly been totally honest in the past dozen years of their marriage, and that there was a great chance of her own fidelity being tested in Clarence's company once at the party.

"Come on sweetheart, you know the Chinese are big on losing face if their generosity is turned down," he rationalized.

"So would that mean you would be okay if I were to perform a similar act with let's say, Clarence, given that he has been very generous to us and any negativity could easily give him reason to lose face?"

Shahnawaz, shocked somewhat by the brazenness of her statement, mulled over his response, but was thankfully saved from answering as the car pulled in front of the hotel's entrance.

V

Haqnawaz was a changed man. At least his sisters and mother thought so. A week or so after Shahnawaz and family had left for Malaysia he had started dropping in on each of them.

To the first sister, older than Shahnawaz but younger to him, he had cried like a little boy claiming that he was a victim of circumstance and bad company. To prove his sincerity he had signed away a 5,000 acre plot of land to her name. It mattered little that the ground was not worth much and cost more to maintain than it returned in crops. As far as she was concerned he was beginning to atone for any past sins. They were only one year apart in age and had been close playfellows in their childhood. She forgave him almost instantly and her viewpoint on Payal concurrently went south.

The youngest sister was a bit more circumspect in her dealings. She had always been treated badly by Haqnawaz who was nearly 8 years older. When offered a similarly worthless piece of land, she insisted and received instead three large pieces of vacant residential land in Lahore and a large amount of money in addition. While she did accept that Haqnawaz was trying to make up for the past, she continued to have doubts on his motives. Moreover, she refused to accept any criticism of Payal, who had been a good friend since even before she had married Shahnawaz.

He allayed his mother by making the grand gesture of signing the haveli and immediate lands over to Shahnawaz in her presence. Of course, those new papers were never to be submitted to the land registrar and were only for show. Every mother can find ways to forgive the most errant child and she was no different. Promising to visit her often, Haqnawaz left with her blessings. He also had managed to suggest that she question why Payal was creating undue friction between the brothers.

Some land and money donations to known causes were made public through his connections in the media. Suddenly he was seen as a leading philanthropist in the district and even being touted as the most religious person around. Very soon local lawyers, policemen and other cogs in the administrative wheel benefitted from his largesse.

It had cost him a pretty penny to improve his image and standing, but he was certain the payoff would be significantly higher. The only thing remaining was to tackle the issue of Shahnawaz and Payal. Those would not be handled via bribes and handouts, but other actions were needed. As it was, for the time being, they were far outside his reach having gone to Malaysia for an undefined period.

VI

Payal was surprised to see how full the ballroom was with people in various costumes. While most of the ladies wore garments that revealed a fair bit of skin, it still appeared to her that what she was wearing was somewhat more suggestive than the general level of attire. Clarence looked exceedingly pleased to see Payal in the dancer's visage. He waited halfway down the ballroom as she made her way over with Shahnawaz. He gripped her husband's hand and said something in his ear. Just as they shared a smile, one of Clarence's sisters, wearing a shapely red miniskirt, black cape, boots and vampire teeth, led Shahnawaz away to another part of the room. Payal figured that he needed to be elsewhere for the time being, given the recent incident with the beautician. She also wondered if those teeth would be around his neck during the course of the party and that dress would be divested as they coupled.

Out of nowhere two more of Clarence's sisters appeared at Payal's side, along with a half dozen or so other young females. Payal was surprised to see that they were wearing Bollywood costumes somewhat similar to hers. The floor around the group cleared and a catchy Indian song came on. Payal recalled having told Clarence that she had enjoyed dancing to Bollywood tunes in her younger days. The girls fell into position around her and Payal figured she was obliged to give the host some sort of a dance performance. Luckily the chosen number was relatively old and Payal had some experience dancing to it at weddings. She quickly got into the flow of things, almost matching the rhythm as the other girls kept up with her. The song required a number of quick twirls and on the third or fourth she realized that her skirt was rising high enough for her scantily covered pussy and ass to be visible. In addition, since the dance numbers did involve a number of movements with her bent forward, these tended to expose much of her cleavage as the top was not a perfect fit. It was too late, however, to change her mind at the time and she bravely continued dancing for about a period of ten or so minutes.




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Just as the final number ended, the crowd roared its approval at her performance. Payal made a couple of bows along with the accompanying dancers. The normal music resumed and she was escorted to one side and given a glass of champagne that she downed quickly. A second glass also went down quickly as she sat for a bit and thought about her daring performance.

"That was a phenomenal performance, my dear Sharmeen," Clarence was standing right next to her, "I am looking for an encore at some other event soon."

Clarence pulled Payal up from her seat, put his arms around her waist and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Still held closely to his body, she felt his right hand caress her bare legs and reach up to her intimates through the fabric gap. She felt something metallic slide under the band on her panties and heard a couple of snips. Clarence withdrew his hand, and she saw a small pair of scissors in it. Her panties, now cut up, dropped to the floor leaving her pussy threadbare. Clarence bent down, picked up the garment, took a deep sniff and then pocketed the otherwise useless piece of lingerie.

"That was hiding too much from view!" he said in a low voice as his left hand landed on her pussy and one finger traced its outline. Payal hissed as the finger penetrated her vagina a bit. Rather than push it in further, Clarence, however, removed his hand from her nether regions and also put it around her waist further tightening his hold on her.

"Tell me you are not pregnant," he whispered, as she felt the heat generating from his loins.

"No, this time I am not," was her honest answer.

"Can I show you my bedroom in that case, we do have some prior promises to attend to?" Clarence had lit up hopefully.

"Aren't you supposed to be hosting this party and, if I am not mistaken, my husband is presently in this very room?" indicating that while she would uphold a promise given years back, she would be unable to do so with Shahnawaz around.

Clarence made a face to indicate both that he had been gypped and was frustrated. Yet it almost immediately went to a smile. He pulled Payal very close, his lips lingered on hers for an extended moment, and his right hand wandered under her top to cup her left breast. It then softly took her left hand and insinuated it under his costume. His rather hard penis was stressing to come out of the dress and find its way into her. She wondered if she should massage his member, retire to a bedroom, or do something else right there, when Clarence helped make up her mind.

"Float around, dance, have a good time," he said as he broke off and moved off to another part of the large hall leaving her without doubt of his definite intent, "but I'll be back and we'll see about collecting on past promises then!"

VII

Indian cinema had always been popular in Malaysia, often for their non-India shooting locales. From the early-1990s, Pakistani producers also began to shoot films in locations such as Sri Lanka, Turkey and Malaysia. Naziran was signed on to do a film which would shoot around Malaysia and was due in Kuala Lumpur about the same time as Payal and family were there.

Compared to Lahore, Malaysia was paradise. The place was organized, clean and full of opportunity to spend. It did not take her too long to drive her co-stars, producers and minders crazy with demands to take her shopping. As she arrived at Sungei Wang one day when her schedule allowed, having first visited the newly built Lot 10, she had no sense she was about to influence Payal's life in a very significant manner.

After visiting many shops she entered one which had bikini clad mannequins in one display case and Chinese dresses in another. The shop had a "going out of business" sign on it and promised deep discounts. The entire shop was in a mess with clothing all over. A look at the indicated prices showed that the items were generally less than half price compared to things she had seen so far.

As she rummaged through the stuff on the shelves and display tables, she accidentally bumped into a cabinet that stood at one side. It opened and spilled out some contents. Concerned that she would be scolded for the added mess she started to collect the stuff. She picked up a thick book which appeared to have many pictures inside. Curious she turned the pages and was surprised to find picture after picture of girls in various forms of undress, from very slightly clothed to totally nude. She started turning the pages and realized that all the pictures had been taken within the very shop she stood within.

While the vast majority of girls seemed to be Malay or Oriental, she soon found pictures of Indian, Western and African women inside. All of a sudden she stopped turning pages and stared intently at the pictures in front of her. Two side by side pages held a number of 6"x 8" photos of a girl who not only was Pakistani, but looked incredibly like Payal. She then noted that in one of the pictures the girl was wearing a bikini that looked exactly like the one she had stolen from Payal's room, after the couple had come back from their honeymoon. She had then given the stolen swimwear to Haqnawaz, who still would take it out every so often to get Payal's faint odor from it.

Naziran could not believe that Payal had posed for such pictures, but there she was. While she was partly dressed or completely naked by herself in nearly all the pictures, in two of them she was in the embrace of a Chinese man who looked very much like the proprietor of the store. She realized that right there was the leverage Haqnawaz would need to get Payal to accede. She accosted the proprietor and said that she wanted the pictures of Payal. After the man continuously refused any cash price she mentioned, she asked what she could give him.

Shortly afterwards, Naziran was spread out on the same platform on which the man had fucked Payal many years earlier on her first trip to Malaysia. Given the number of men she had been with in the past dozen or so years, one more was not going to be a problem. It was no issue either for her to pose suggestively when he asked for some nude pictures. The chances were no one would see them. And in case they did surface, it would only help her film career. The man fucked with confidence and took his time in reaching an orgasm, something Haqnawaz and most of her homegrown lovers were not adept at.

"How did you get all those ladies to make love to you, surely you have some secret?" Naziran just had to know.

"My mother who used to be here with me for many years would offer select female customers herbal tea while they shopped or had their nails or other things done," he responded, "it not only made them somewhat drowsy, but raised their libido and reduced their inhibitions."

"So that's how you got Payal to fuck you?"

"Yes, it took two or three visits before the tea worked, but she seemed to like the way I made love to her."

"But you did not give me any tea," she remarked.

"You found the pictures and agreed to my terms without such tricks," he replied, "and in any case my mother passed away earlier in the year and took her recipe to the afterlife."

"But why are you closing down?"

"One of my last conquests unfortunately was the wife of a leading politician," he said, "and my penalty is to give this shop to him by the end of this month or face a real unpleasant future."

Naziran could not believe how incredibly lucky she had been in finding not only the shop, but the incriminating evidence against Payal. Just a couple of weeks later and the chance may have disappeared forever. She could also totally relate to the politician putting the screws on the proprietor. It seemed just like the actions Haqnawaz took at home.

"Would you like to make love to me again?" she both felt sorry for the man's situation but also wanted more of his expert fucking. The man smiled and helped her undress again.

She did not get back to the hotel till late to find a pissed off producer who had lost the entire afternoon's worth of shooting. The film was inconsequential and she calmed him down by agreeing to add a pool scene to the movie in which she would flaunt one of the bikinis she had walked out of the shop with. The scene would probably never pass the censors, but knowledge of its existence would fuel the film circuit favourably for her. A blow job placated the man further and he left with promises of more punctuality for future shooting dates.

Naziran soaked in the heat from her tub, an experience she had begun to like once fortune smiled with her first few movie roles. But even more joy was bubbling within her as she wondered how Haqnawaz and Payal would react to the pictures she would soon head home with.

VIII

A person wearing a Roman gladiator outfit approached Payal and after staring for a few seconds said, "That was a great dance. My name is Muzamil and I am wondering if we have met before?"

She racked her mind and then recalled being in a Cameron Highlands nightclub during her last visit years ago. At the time she had been the centre of attraction for a group of Clarence's friends and their female associates. She remembered that the man, who was Malay, had not only given her oral sex, but that she had returned the favour by sucking his cock almost to the point of ejaculation. Of course, another five or six guys had interacted with her using the same quid pro quo, without having vaginal intercourse, but this man still potentially remembered her. She then recalled that Clarence had introduced her not as Payal, the wife of Shahanawaz, but as Sharmeen, the very high-class escort, during that evening.

"I'm glad you liked the dance, but sorry I cannot seem to recall you," she lied hoping he would go away.

"I wonder if you have ever been outside of KL?" he probed.

"Oh plenty of times, in fact all over the country," she responded with the hope that this would confuse him.

"In that case may I request two favours, your name and the opportunity to join you for the next dance?"

"Payal, I am the wife of Clarence's Pakistan partner Shahnawaz."

"Ah I certainly have heard Clarence talk about your beauty and pleasant company, I must insist on being given some time on the dance floor but not for a Bollywood number!" he was not going to back off.

Payal took the offered hand and he lead her to a fairly busy area where many couples were dancing to a mix of Western and international music. As if on cue, the fast music ended and instead a slow number came on. Muzamil pulled her close and they began to sway to the rhythm. Payal could feel his palms caressing her nearly bare back as the scarf that flowed from her head to her knees was easily bypassed by pulling her close at the waist. Every so often one of his hands would drop to her derriere or rise up to the back of her neck. She soon felt that his penis had stiffened and was frequently touching various parts of her body through their clothing. She hoped that he would not discover that she was sans panties. The slow music had caused the number of people dancing to increase. Taking advantage of the crush, Muzamil had slowly insinuated his left hand under her waistband. Payal tried to push back but was unable to do so because of the crowd.

She was reprieved after a couple of slow numbers, however, when a second person appeared, a Chinese gentleman who she also remembered was at the nightclub. Muzamil reluctantly handed her over to Michael after giving her hand a kiss and walked off unsteadily while trying to hide his erection. The music returned to a fast tempo and Payal was happy that she was no longer being groped. Suddenly, however, she found herself being twirled around and facing away from Michael. One of his hands held her around the waist so her rear was in contact with his crotch. The other moved under her bra and first rubbed one and then the other breast. Knowing that the man was Clarence's friend, Payal did not know whether making a scene would be appropriate.

Just as she felt her blouse was going to come off, a third person cut in as a Salsa rhythm filled the air a few numbers later. Payal knew that they were going to be in very close proximity and, within seconds their bodies seemed melded together. As they danced, he dropped to his knees, putting his mouth in contact with her belly, allowing him to kiss her midriff. As he rose up again, his hands traced over her legs, thankfully coming off just before the panty line. They then went over the skirt and now fully grasped each of her buttocks in each palm. She could sense his frustration as his Napoleonic era soldier outfit did not allow him to relieve the pressure that was building on his cock.

Payal looked around for either Shahnawaz or Clarence. She found her husband at one end of the ballroom, entwined with one of the Chen sisters. This one was now dressed in a Greek goddess costume, having discarded the dancer's outfit, and appeared to be in heaven. From the distance Payal could not tell if she was impaled on Shahnawaz's cock or not. Clarence, who had dressed up as a Samurai warrior, was clear on the other side, deep in discussion with a group of attendees. Neither one of them was going to come to her aid.

Payal figured she would fare better away from the dance floor and tried to move out of the crush. Her progress was almost immediately impeded by yet another guy who she instinctively recognized. It seemed every person who had been with her that night was also present at this party. Of course this made perfect sense as those were among Clarence's closest friends. This one was actually wearing a Mr. Potatohead outfit which both made him look ridiculous and got her to laugh.

"I'm glad someone's finding my outfit to be worth a giggle," he said, "I have no clue why Clarence sent this costume to me!"

Payal was somewhat relieved that the large amount of padded foam around his midriff and the gloves on his hands prevented her getting pawed. He did, however, up the ante as the song wound down by tilting forward so that his mouth landed on hers and his tongue entered her mouth for an extended kiss. Payal tried to move away but the shape of his costume ensured her top half was at his mercy. Thankfully he did not go in for a second smooch as they remained on the floor for another number.

As she wondered what would next transpire, yet another one of Clarence's old friends, dressed in a toga, sided up and took her in his arms as the music had again slowed down. Payal noted that in the course of dancing she had moved almost to the edge of the ballroom. Though she was held up close to this person's body and she could feel the heat from his midsection, he did not make any undue inappropriate contact and she stayed with him for an extended period. By now Payal discovered that she was right next to the wall. Shahnawaz was all the way across the room, busy with the other Chen sister, who had participated in the Bollywood number but now was literally in a teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini and little else.

"It's my turn," she heard Clarence say as the toga-clad fellow finally moved off and let the host put his arms around her. Clarence tapped on the wall and a small seat seemed to pop out of it. In an instant, he lifted her onto the seat, which was waist high for him but barely allowed her butt to rest on it. His mouth closed on hers and the kiss continued for quite some time.

Clarence broke off and, as Payal took a breath, lifted her skirt. An instant later, as she appreciated the fact that she was finally off her feet after being on the floor for a long period, his cock was buried inside her. Somehow he had managed to take it out through a well-placed opening in his costume. While he was now coupled with her, both looked fully dressed even if very close together.

The music played loudly and people all around kept bouncing into and off of them. She looked furtively towards Shahnawaz and saw that he had his hands on his partner's tits and was grinding hard into her ass. Clarence began to pump in and out with gusto. She could not believe that he was taking her in full view of hundreds of people. His hands loosened her blouse, which now hung down to allow him to kiss her bare breasts and suck her nipples. Payal's orgasm was strong and sustained. Not only was Clarence giving her a memorable fuck, she was doubly turned on by his chutzpah and the danger of the atmosphere.

Clarence pulled out of Payal, lifted her off the seat, turned his back to the wall, and lifting her skirt from the back, brought her pussy back down onto his cock. Anyone looking directly at Payal could now see her naked breasts with the blouse hanging loose. They might also have got an eyeful of Clarence's penis pumping her pussy from behind. Payal could not have cared less at that moment but luckily nobody seemed to wise up to their antics. He continued to thrust, while turning her face to kiss his mouth. His hands kept massaging her breasts and front.

Clarence tensed and let go while his mouth was still joined to hers. He bucked a few more times as his load was completely released. Payal realized that he was not wearing a condom as his fluids hit her insides. Just as she was about to protest, a Chinese servant girl appeared out of nowhere and quickly wiped her legs and nether regions. Another did the same for Clarence. Within a few moments, her dress was refitted and she was given a quick coat of lipstick and makeup. Anyone seeing her would not know that she had just been royally fucked.

Clarence brought her close and kissed her deeply. Suddenly he seemed to recall something and motioned. Almost immediately another female servant appeared carrying a tray with a small glass containing a dark liquid. He took the glass and handed it to Payal. He mouthed a "bottoms up" and she complied. It did not taste very good at all and she wondered why he gave it to her.

"I do not think Shahnawaz or others would be too keen to have your next baby looking Chinese!"

He explained that she had been given a post-coital contraceptive and it would ensure that there were no complications from his fucking her unprotected. He assured her that it was a known remedy and known for its efficacy. He now had a glass of champagne in his hand and gladly accepted the drink to wash out the aftertaste of the potion.

"I hope the guys dancing with you acted like gentlemen," Clarence suddenly asked, "I wonder if you remembered them from our last event."

"I recalled them all right, but do hope that they did not connect me today to that evening," she responded.

"It's quite okay, a couple of them had the suspicion they had met you before, but I put those doubts to rest by asking them to be with you and make sure that was the case."

"And what do they think now?"

"They all think you are incredibly sexy and each wants to make love you, but no one knows you are both Payal and Sharmeen," he replied honestly.

"So am I now fair game for them, given that my husband appears occupied and that I am not in the family way?" she said with some concern.

"No, they are all cabbage eaters and would not understand the value and quality of truffles!" Clarence spoke as he pulled her close and softly kissed her.

"I hope this means that there is no longer a rain check in play," she whispered.

"No, any debt is paid," he conceded, rubbing his hands over her bare midriff and copping a feel of her ass, "but you are a wonderful lover and I do look forward to other opportunities for enjoying each other's company."

IX

Payal sought out her husband but was unable to locate him in the crush of people. The music suddenly stopped and Clarence stepped onto a podium with a striking Chinese girl at his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Ms. Caroline Wu, soon to be Mrs. Clarence Chen," he announced as the crowd clapped and roared its approval.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 08



Payal could see that Caroline possessed all the physical talents that would be expected from a tycoon's wife. Unlike most Chinese girls, she was fairly tall. Her figure was certainly worth notice, including sizable breasts and nice legs. Her Egyptian Queen outfit accented her body exceptionally well. Payal heard someone whispering that she was an Ivy League graduate and the daughter of one of Sam Chen's business associates. Clarence and Caroline complied with a crowd request and joined in a deep kiss. Payal could not believe that less than an hour earlier, she had been fucking the groom-to-be.

Soon after, having finally run into Shahnawaz, and now hanging on to him, Payal found Clarence at her side again, this time with Caroline in tow. Caroline was effusive in praising Payal's dance performance and wanted to learn some steps at a future time. Payal learned that the wedding was to be held at a private island near Langkawi in the "not-so-distant" future. There was no question of Payal and Shahnawaz not accepting an invitation to come over prior to the event and be part of the preparations for the event. Payal wondered if she was going to be on the menu while at the location. In her heart she knew she would feature front and centre. How Shahnawaz would figure and who would occupy his space was a question she would have to mull over for a while.

X

Payal and family took to Malaysia really well. Shahnawaz kept making short trips over to Lahore for business purposes, not staying for more than a few days each time. He had no intention of running into his brother, who suddenly was now doing well again.

The Nawaz Sharif government had been dissolved in 1994 and Benazir was prime minister again. Haqnawaz had found ways to ingratiate himself with her extremely corrupt husband, Asif Zardari, and consequently received the district party nomination and ultimately returned to a parliamentary seat. His power had grown significantly in the past months and it did not take long for him to wrest most of the earlier given properties back from his sisters. He still could not touch Payal or Shahnawaz as they were outside the country, but power gave him a new patience concerning dealing with them.

Clarence and Caroline had not confirmed a wedding date as the year end approached. Apparently "not-so-distant" future in their terminology was a much looser concept. Clarence, however, had been extra busy as Sam Chen had already indicated he was retiring from the Chairmanship at the end of 1995 and was handing out parts of the business to his offspring. Caroline was also an executive in her father's firm and was increasing her business involvement. Unlike Clarence, however, she did find time off frequently and had made it a habit of dropping in on Payal to practice Bollywood dancing, gossip, cook and shop. She had hinted that the wedding would likely be in the dry season during 1995. Either she did not have any clue of how deep the relationship between Clarence and Payal was, or perhaps she did not worry about it.

Naziran was finally done with the shooting in Malaysia. She had tried to find Payal but did not have any information on who she was staying with and where. The shop proprietor could only tell her that a Chinese family had been her hosts many years ago. Given that KL had many wealthy Chinese families, it was nearly impossible for Naziran to pin things down. Now headed back from KL to Lahore she imagined the joy Haqnawaz would show on receiving Payal's pictures. While he had never treated her as an equal, he had been her benefactor. In her heart she had hoped for years that Haqnawaz would legitimize their relationship by marrying her. She was not concerned about being his second wife, given that she knew he did not like his first wife Parveen and had not been intimate with her for over a decade. She could already dream of the massive wedding ceremony with Pakistan's leading politicians and artistes attending. Yes, once Haqnawaz had his revenge on Payal and family, he would become a model husband. Life was going to turn out just fine for her.

Mike Whittaker had won the US Senate Texas seat, his uncle Richard had previously held for dozens of years, in the 1994 mid-term elections. Given Payal's background in political science and journalism, the elections in November had really grabbed her interest. A congratulatory note sent to Mike had been personally acknowledged within days and she received a number of calls from him during the next few months. He told her he was making a point of taking a trip out to Malaysia in the coming year. While on one hand Payal had to be profuse in saying she would love to see him, on the other things could get really complicated with all the lovers in her life being in the same country at the same time.

Payal had not simply sat around, but had been appointed South-East Asia regional correspondent by her Pakistan news company. It was at best a part-time position, but it did keep her abreast of developments in her country and also helped spend time productively. She was surprised a few months after the party to receive calls from both Muzamil and Michael, Clarence's friends, who knowing that Shahnawaz was out of town when they called, wondered if she would accept invitations to dinner. Under other circumstances she may have been amenable, as she had definitely run across them quite a bit at business dinners. But given her past with them many years ago, even though they still had not equated her with Sharmeen, the risk could not be taken, as dinner was certainly not all that would be on the cards. In any case, while her list of lovers had grown, her husband was often around and thus further dalliances were unnecessary. Still the calls from the expectant gentlemen kept coming and Payal knew that if Shahnawaz did not continue his proper treatment of her, she could always find some extra-curricular activity to keep herself occupied. But as of New Year's Eve, with Shahnawaz intimately joined to her, totally naked in the large balcony of their apartment, such a happenstance seemed unlikely.

Peering over the ledge while standing in front of her husband, Payal enjoyed the treatment she was receiving. His cock was embedded in her from behind. Every so often, Shahnawaz would push in and pull out. Fluids were generously running down her legs as the seconds were counted off to the start of another year. His hands alternated between helping her balance in front of the ledge and caressing her still firm and pert breasts. Although she could see other people on their balconies all around, the ledge was all stone and no one could really see them coupling. Fireworks rent the expectant silence apart and cheers arose all over the city. Payal turned her face to kiss her husband passionately.

"Let's make this a really good year," she said, just as Shahnawaz reached his peak and let go. At least the year had started well with both still very much in love and away from known enemies. Whether it would turn out the same way remained to be seen.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 09



I

"Clarence has asked me to lead the group's delegation to the expo in Dubai next week," Shahnawaz advised Payal as soon as he returned home from the office. 

"For how long will you be gone?" Payal was surprised since no mention of a trip had been made before.

"It is a two-week event but I'll make a stop in Pakistan also."

"You do know Clarence is getting married towards the end of the month?"

"Of course he is, Caroline is also part of the delegation, but she will be leaving Dubai early to be back around the 20th."

That was even more surprising as Caroline had also not given any indication of impending travel. After all, both of them had been almost inseparable in the past year, planning for the big event, shopping, and enjoying the good life in Malaysia. As the bride-to-be, Caroline's being away was most unexpected. 

"That means you are leaving in a couple of days," Payal realized that time was really short.

"That is certainly the case."

"And you'll get back just prior to the wedding!"

"I have no plans of missing on the celebrations before, during and after the event," Shahnawaz responded.

"Are you going to miss me?" Payal both teased and baited him.

"Not as much if you make sure my thirst is slaked before I head out!"

Shahnawaz grabbed for her and brought their lips together for an extended kiss.

"Behave yourself! Its broad daylight, and the kids and servants should be home any moment," Payal protested. She had herself just returned after her daily exercise routine in the extensive parks below. On the day she had played tennis with some friends for the better part of two hours. 

"Not to worry, I caught up with the group downstairs and have sent them to get ice cream."

"Right, so we can all wonder why they will have no appetite at dinner!"

"That's okay, at least I plan to be well sated!"

He had moved their bodies purposefully backwards until Payal's rear came right up against the formal dining table. Moving the chairs aside, he hoisted her onto the furniture, letting her legs dangle. Pushing her head back, so that she half lay on the table, he quickly stuck his other hand under her short skirt and dispensed with her panties in a split second, ripping them to shreds. The sight of the tattered piece of lingerie appeared to set him afire. Payal was thankful that she had not changed into more delicate or expensive attire prior to his arrival. Within a moment the well-worn skirt had been torn all the way across. Payal quickly undid the front clasp on her sport bra herself, rather than seeing that rather comfortable and utile piece of clothing also go to waste. 

Shahnawaz lifted her legs and rested them against his shoulders, sliding her sneakers off in the process. His cock lined up perfectly and was buried instantaneously in her pussy. Payal squealed with delight as he rammed into her time and again. Shahnawaz could not keep his eyes of her heaving chest, thanking the deities profusely that despite fifteen years of marriage her breasts were as perky and waist as slim as ever. Friction from the table had helped add to the fact that her exercise-tousled hair deliciously lay in strands all across her face and body. The sweat on her torso and face made those parts of her body glisten even more gloriously. 

Shahnawaz held on to his juices, trying to prolong his release as much as humanly possible. But the constant rocking motion, not to mention the raw eroticism of the goddess impaled on his member, meant that his fight against the forces building up inside his cock was soon lost. His fluids mixed in with the wetness that had already been created in Payal's insides. He seemed to come for ages and finally felt his knees go weak as the extended orgasm ended. 

His cock should have shrunk after such a workout, but Payal sensed that it still filled her insides up. Shahnawaz was not done and this was her cue to ice the cake. She hopped off the table and landed on her toes, keeping his penis still inside. A further slight push downwards took his cock out but had him seated on a chair. Grabbing her torn skirt, she quickly wiped off his member. Then turning her backside to him she lowered herself, allowing his cock to once again be engulfed by her cunt. Shahnawaz instinctively had his hands on the sides of her waist, allowing him to raise and lower her, while caressing her breasts, as he went back to work in earnest.

Were it not for the fact that the kids announced their return on the intercom just as both had climaxed again, Payal and Shahnawaz may have also sexually christened the eleven remaining dining chairs. 

II

Naziran had returned to Lahore confident that she possessed the materials that would undoubtedly bind Haqnawaz to her. In the past dozen or so years she had gone from mere servant girl to leading Pakistani movie star. She may not have had much recognition outside her country, but in the homeland she was the cause of much heartbreak. Yet Haqnawaz had never allowed her to forget her poor roots and continued to treat her badly. Of course, Naziran could easily have walked off with many a rich industrialist or land owner, but for some odd reason she stayed on with Haqnawaz despite his mistreatment. Perhaps it was because he was the one who had deflowered her. Perhaps it was because she had risen through his connections. Or perhaps she just liked to be mistreated and humiliated. 

The one thing she desperately craved was societal legitimacy and this to her could only come from marriage to Haqnawaz. Of course, he still had his ugly wife Parveen around, but there had been little or no sexual contact between them since well before the birth of his only child nearly two decades earlier. There probably were numerous bastard children running around due to his proclivity for dipping his dick wherever he pleased. But officially he had never had a second child. Given that the first was a son, no tongues ever wagged concerning his manhood. 

Naziran had often felt that she had come off second best because Haqnawaz was simply infatuated with Payal. While there had been no contest between Payal and herself when that person had arrived as the second son's bride, the situation had changed drastically ever since. She surmised that her achievement in rising to a position of fame made her a much better prospect and person by comparison. Yet Haqnawaz would not let go of his urge for Payal. And now Naziran felt she had the means to have Haqnawaz feed his long-held desire and then sensibly pick her as his second wife. Parveen, the legal first wife, was no threat; Payal, the object of his desire, was. 

The nude pictures of Payal that she had acquired on her trip to Malaysia had been suitably placed in a photo album. Set atop a coffee table in her bedroom, this would be the ideal present for Haqnawaz when he came to visit that evening. It had been more than a few months since she had returned from Malaysia. Haqnawaz had been busy politicking during the past election and had not actually been to her place since even longer. She had been immensely pleased that he had called to ensure she would be available for the coming weekend and indicated a 10 pm arrival time on Friday. 

Naziran had dressed in a fancy lehnga (skirt) and short shirt, trying to look as much the Punjabi film heroine as possible. Numerous other details had been handled including a plethora of tasty dishes, a stock of the best liquor possible, and lots of snacks and finger foods placed in strategic locations. Everything was just perfect and her heart soared as she heard his SUV entering the driveway and the door being opened to let him into the main lounge. 

Naziran sashayed into the lounge, hoping to find Haqnawaz all ready to fuck her. She stopped dead in her tracks on also seeing his son Pervez (generally called Paijoo) and four other boys in their upper teens or early twenties in the room. This was definitely a strange occurrence, but she quickly checked herself and welcomed everyone profusely. Then her world collapsed.

"Paijoo turned twenty today," Haqnawaz proudly announced, "and I forgot to get him a suitable present."

"Oh come now, you are always so thoughtful and generous," Naziran piped up.

"You are so right and so I have brought him here to experience the best of the entertainment industry."

"And how would he do that?"

Naziran noticed that Haqnawaz had an evil leer when he next spoke. His words chilled her blood and sent any and all of her plans out the window.

"Paijoo do whatever you want to this whore and have a really good time," Haqnawaz pointed at Naziran as his son grinned from ear to ear, "go make your own film story!"

"Shahji, what are you saying?" were the only words Naziran could muster.

"The rest of you can enjoy any seconds that Paijoo may toss your way," Haqnawaz made it clear to the other boys that Naziran was on the menu for all of them also, "and meanwhile you can start by taking advantage of the other girls she has around the house!"

With that he walked out the door. As he drove off he could hear the sound of screams as the boys grabbed for whichever of the servant girls they could get their hands on. Many were begging that they were virgins and should be left alone, but those were losing battles. Haqnawaz was surprised that the one voice missing was that of Naziran.

Choking back tears and an urge to scream, Naziran had simply extended her hand to Paijoo, while pulling the drawstring to drop her skirt. Her nether regions completely uncovered, she held her head high and led Paijoo up the stairs to her bedroom. The tears could come much later, though the heartbreak was obvious. 

Haqnawaz had given her the final humiliation. He had now gone from hero to hated enemy. Payal's secret was safe and Naziran would ensure that she blended as much poison into Haqnawaz's life as she could from then onwards. 

III

Payal had seen Clarence very little since the engagement party many months earlier. Much of his time had been spent organizing the merger between many of the Chen and Wu family businesses. Caroline had been appointed Deputy CEO, but had continued to focus on the wedding. In face she had spent quite a bit of time with Payal. 

Payal still could not believe she had actually fucked Clarence in the midst of hundreds of party goers at the engagement party. Yet she was surprised that there had been no further attempt on his part to make love to her. He had made a few pointy references when they had occasionally been in close proximity at other events since then, but he had not intimately touched her. Payal wondered if having experienced coital pleasure with her at his engagement ball, he had struck her off his check list. 

"Can I ask you to join us at the wedding venue a few days early?" Clarence had called out of the blue a week after Shahnawaz had departed, "I could use your point of view about the arrangements there."

"Shahnawaz is not due back till the 26th," she reminded him, "but we'll head up immediately afterwards."

"Why don't you come up on the 20th and help Caroline also when she gets in," Clarence suggested, "and Shahnawaz will catch up."

That meant she would go up to Penang a week earlier than her husband. But there would be more excitement around the wedding sites anyway. She agreed without much cajoling and the family were soon situated in one of the Chen properties on a private part of the Penang coastline. The kids were over the moon to be at the beach and left Payal to herself as they ran off with their nannies.

"Get some rest before the evening, you are attending a party tonight," Clarence called her soon after her arrival, "many of the guys and their significant others will also be there."

"But Caroline does not get in till day after," Payal wondered.

"That's true, but she will join us on other events over the next few days," he told her, "and so I hope you will be kind enough to come."

"Should I be concerned about my honour and good name?" 

"Well no more than at our earlier get-togethers," he assured her, "and don't get too concerned about the dress code."

That sent bells ringing in her mind. It was not that she would turn down a request for a second fuck from Clarence. Rather it was that she had no inkling as to how public the gathering, and her involvement within it, would be. And since Clarence had mentioned her shapely legs so often, she expected a dress that would show them in their full glory. 

Imagine her surprise when a full length black skirt from a top Asian designer showed up courtesy of Clarence. The dress would be quite tight fitting and Payal realized that a bra or panties could not be worn. While it would show quite a bit of one leg and had a somewhat plunging neckline, by and large it was a very tasteful and sedate outfit by the standards of what she previously had worn to Clarence's dos. She wondered if Clarence was going mainstream and formal with his nuptials approaching and was ready to give him the benefit of doubt despite some niggling ideas that more would transpire. 

Payal felt even more that Clarence was maturing when she arrived at the party. Held in the ballroom of a major hotel, the event had the expected sizable crowd. But instead of fancy dress or revealing outfits, the dress level was decidedly formal. Clarence received her at the entrance and instead of a full on kiss, just gave her a peck on both cheeks. She was surprised somewhat at his next request.

"As you know Caroline is not yet here and I do not have a hostess," he told her, "and since Shahnawaz is also absent I am hoping that you would do the honours in being my co-host."

"Glad to be of help," Payal responded, given that the situation seemed friendly and non-suggestive, and his request was genuinely made. 

"In that case let me introduce you to a few key people and you can then help me with some of the arrangements," he took her by the hand and began to lead her around the room.

True to what she had felt, the party proceeded smoothly to dinner, a bit of dancing, and then to some final speeches by friends. Payal played the hostess role to perfection, was seated prominently on the main table, but a few places apart from Clarence. Perhaps this was to keep decorum with both the Chen and Wu parents attending. At a relatively early hour, the party seemed to end and the large majority of attendees headed out. 

Before long, she found herself alone with Clarence, except for some waitresses and attendants. He motioned and wordlessly she followed him to an elevator that led them to a penthouse suite. Once inside the suite, Clarence put his hands on her shoulders and slid the straps to the side. Her dress dropped smoothly to the floor, leaving her threadbare except for her footwear. He pointed to a door and Payal went straight into the bedroom, tossed off her shoes, and lay suggestively on the bed. 

When they had previously coupled, it had been a relatively quick affair amidst a crowd of people. This time, alone and on a proper bed, Clarence prolonged their love making. He was an accomplished lover even if his physical assets were lesser than what Shahnawaz possessed. Placing Payal on her knees and raising her ass, Clarence first took her from behind. The second time, she came atop and rode his cock as he lay back on the bed. Still able to rise due to his naked contiguity to Payal, the third time he went slow as they mated in the missionary manner. 

Payal fell sleep physically exhausted but sexually enriched. She awoke to find a rose on Clarence's side of the bed, with a note thanking her for being the best hostess ever. A package on the dresser held a beautiful white knee length dress, with some floral patterns, along with white heels in her size and a matching bag. She realized that she had come up dressed for a formal event and Clarence had been thoughtful enough to not have her return that morning in her evening clothes. Those clothes she found pressed and nicely packaged in the limo that drove her home. She arrived just in time to receive a call from Shahnawaz that he had reached Pakistan and would be getting to Penang in a few more days. The wedding was yet a week away and she wondered what other plans of Clarence she would have to be part of.

IV

"Ji putar, apni lulli kithay pao gay? (Okay son, where are you going to stick your small penis?)" Naziran not only insinuated that Paijoo was her son, but that he had insignificant sized manhood. She had led him to her chamber, stripped down to nothing, and spread out with her legs obscenely open on the bed. 

"Bakwas na kar kutiyay (do talk nonsense bitch)," Paijoo retorted.

Any thought she had that he may realize she was more than a dozen years older and was his father's mistress left her mind. He was his father's true son and would not give a damn about abusing her, using her and discarding her. Roughly grabbing on to one ankle he flipped her over. 

"Achcha tu vee meri bund he marain ga! (Oh so you too will also just buttfuck me)," she taunted him, "tera mundyan tohn dil nahi parhiya! (It seems that your urge to fuck boys has not yet been satisfied.)"

She had heard from the grapevine that Paijoo had been buttfucking many of the young boys in the village. Haqnawaz had actually taken him to task a couple of times over this habit, but to no avail. It appeared bringing him to Naziran was another attempt at un-gaying him. That comment, however, earned Naziran a hard punch to the waist. Paijoo held her head down and positioned himself between her legs. Instead of shoving his cock into her ass, as she anticipated given his past proclivity for fucking the asses of young boys, he entered her cunt from behind. 

"Kanjriyeh, abbay nay teh nahi kadiya, par mein teri phudi wich baal bacha pa ke chaddan ga, (Whore, my father did not do it, but I am going to put a child in your belly)," he promised as he began to rock in and out of her.

His motion stopped almost instantaneously as she retorted, "oh wee te teray abbay teh teri tarah kanjar da hi putar howay ga! (He too will be a bastard like your father and you)."

Naziran should perhaps have held her tongue as the comment inflamed Paijoo. Pulling out of her he yelled for the others to come and join them. The other boys arrived in various states of undress. 

"Fuck this bitch any way you want," he ordered, "then let your drivers and attendants come and do the same!"

V

Caroline finally reached Penang a couple of days after the formal party. She had spent some time shopping in Dubai and seemed very excited about the goodies she had acquired. Payal figured she would dedicate her time to getting Caroline organized in the last few days prior to the wedding. But with Shahnawaz still not back, she received a fancy invitation card to an open air party. Included in the package was a card bearing her name that she was instructed to turn in on arrival. She figured this would be an even fancier event. Yet no clothing or other accessories arrived. She did, however, get a professional make-up job and dressed fashionably wearing a summery skirt and gladiator sandals. 

Payal was driven by limo to the event location which was a private area that extended from the across the beach to a fairly wooded location. Various tents and other structures dotted much of the area and it appeared that the reception area was already busy as cars were pulling up and letting passengers off. 

"Do you have your card, ma'am?" a pretty girl in a swimsuit with the Chen Hotels logo asked her as soon as she was dropped off. Payal handed the card to the girl and was led to one of the tents about fifty feet away from the arrival area. On a table inside a bag held an ornate black mask, which was topped by a feathered hat that also had around four feet of gauzy fabric attached to it. As she pondered what to do next, another girl entered and helped Payal put the mask and hat on. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 09



Suddenly she froze as the girl undid her dress and let it fall to the ground, immediately dispensing with her bra and panties also. Payal expected to receive another set of clothing to complement the mask. Instead, the girl took her hand and led her out to a forested area just off the beach. She was surprised to see herself among a few dozen other persons, almost equally divided. More to the point, she was shocked to note that every female there was only masked, and had no other clothes on except for fancy footwear. All the men, however, were dressed in beach shirts and golf pants. She shrunk back and wanted to turn around and leave.

"It's okay, you are still with me," she heard Clarence say as an arm went around her waist and she was moved further up the path to the event. 

"I'm not sure I want to be here," she pleaded, "some of your friends know who I am."

"That's not exactly true," he responded, "I made sure that most of those at the engagement party are not here."

"But those who are know me quite well now as Shahnawaz's wife!"

"Yes, but today, with your mask on, you are once again Sharmeen," he reminded her of the persona he had created for her nearly a decade earlier on her trip to the Cameron Highlands, "and as long as the mask stays in place they won't have a clue given the amount of booze that is being guzzled right now."

"But do we ladies have to be so undressed?"

"But of course, do you not look your best that way!"

He had led her to the centre of a clearing, where many couples were dancing. His arms went around her and she simply had to forget her nudity and participate in whatever happened. 

"Are you going to spend the night with me?" she just had to ask.

"Perhaps," Clarence was short with his answer.

"Am I to be offered to the others?"

"Are you not the escort tonight?" he responded, reminding her of the position she had been placed in about a decade back, but leaving things unanswered.

The answer became evident soon enough. Clarence broke off from her but his place was taken immediately by another person. Her heart sank as she realized she was in the hold of Muzamil, who not only had experienced some intimacy with her at Cameron, but also had been pestering her for a date while Shahnawaz was on his trips. She was certain her mask would not fool him in the least.

"Miss Sharmeen it is so good to meet you again," he sounded excited, "perhaps today I will get more time to be with you."

She remembered having been fondled and licked by a number of Clarence's friends at that event long ago. She also recalled giving partial blowjobs to all of them, sucking their cocks but stopping before any came in her mouth. Only Clarence had benefitted from a proper suck and swallow and that had been back at her residence after the evening at the club. 

Muzamil's hands had grabbed her ass and pulled her forward. His tongue pried her mouth open. One hand worked around her waist and down to her pussy, a fingertip entering her. She tensed, waiting for him to unzip his fly and proceed to fucking her. Instead he backed off and almost on cue another person was holding her close. 

She recognized the second person too. Soon enough his hands had wandered all over her body as they remained on the dance floor. As the music ended, Payal's hand was grabbed by a third person, who led her off the dance floor. She noticed that quite a few other couples had also disengaged and headed to more private parts of the room. 

Her new partner, Michael, had also been a frequent caller during Shahnawaz's absence. He helped her onto a bar stool and she was served a glass of champagne by a waitress. Michael got down on his knees and rubbed her legs from the ankles all the way up to her pussy. His tongue then traced a similar path up one leg and down the other.

"You have marvellous legs," he commented, freezing Payal's blood as Clarence had often mentioned those assets of hers. She was certain that Michael would make the connection and recognize her.

She was rescued, however, by Clarence, who appeared suddenly and escorted her to another side of the clearing with a raised platform. The music suddenly stopped and the crowd focused on that area. Clarence indicated that Payal climb onto the platform. Almost right away she was joined by many of the other females. 

She felt a soft body come up against her back as a pair of hands clasped her breasts. Another masked female put her lips on Payal's and initiated a deep kiss. The two girls around then her switched places and the one caressing her boobs now kissed her and vice versa. The one kissing her now turned around and the other lifted Payal's hands to the girl's breasts. Before long Payal caught on that a series of what could be termed 'musical chairs' was being played between her and the other girls. For the better part of an hour, various females kissed, cuddled, fondled, caressed and licked her, while she did the same to them. Through the whole time, however, no masks came off and no one identified themselves. 

Payal noticed that the group on the platform began to thin out as the guys began to take their picks and pair of around the area. She noted that every guy first rubbed some part of her body, and those of many other ladies, and then paired off with one of the other females.

Suddenly she was shocked by the person standing right in front of her with his hand extended. Shahnawaz was due back some a day and a half later, yet there he was. She wanted to run to him and welcome him back, but right next to him were Michael, Muzamil and Clarence, and then there was the obvious question of her state of undress. 

"Hi Sharmeen, you may remember Muzamil and Michael from our party so long ago in Cameron," Clarence said, "and this is my dear friend Shahnawaz, who just had to take an earlier flight to come join this party!"

Shahnawaz put his hand forward and Payal shook it, wondering what Clarence was up to. Her husband had clearly not recognized her, partially because he was tired from his trip, partly as he had been plied with large quantities of alcohol, and certainly because he would not have expected her at the event. A well-proportioned and tall Chinese girl joined them and whisked Shahnawaz away. Payal thought that she looked suspiciously like Caroline, but could not say for sure. Clarence had moved away to greet other partygoers, leaving Payal with Michael and Muzamil. 

Michael took her hand and brought her to the front of a tree. It appeared that padding of some sort had been secured around the tree, and there were mattresses and other furniture nearby. Michael backed her until she was up against the tree. His mouth joined hers and his hands wandered over her breasts and down to her vagina. Without a word he placed his right hand between her thighs and pulled them apart a bit. He backed up a bit to drop his pants and slide a condom on his cock. She felt him grab her ass and lift her off the ground. With Payal now wedged between the tree and his arms, he was able to point his cock correctly and bury it inside her. Payal's mind received confirmation that unlike the prior event, she was very much on the menu. No words were exchanged as he began to pump at her pussy. Payal wondered if Michael would stop prior before coming in the same vein as their last intimacy. But Michael continued to thrust at her and shortly she felt him release his sperm into the condom. Slowly he placed her feet back on the ground and backed away, kissing her deeply in the process.

"Thank you, you really are a great partner," he complimented her, "and I hope you can share your number with me so we can meet again!" 

Payal realized that he was hoping for another tryst with Sharmeen, but there was no way she could give him any encouragement by providing a number to be called on. Michael pulled out of her, grabbed a towel from a nearby table, wiped himself off, and put his pants on again. Out of the blue an attendant appeared and cleaned Payal off. Then she adjusted Payal's mask and hat, touched up her lipstick and makeup, and indicated a tray of various drinks and finger foods lying nearby. Payal quickly downed a glass of champagne. 

She wondered where Shahnawaz was and decided to take a walk about the sizable clearing. At various points, numerous couples were engaged in sexual activity. At the same time, she was surprised to see groups of people seemingly talking about business, politics and other topics, oblivious to the fucking happening all around. She saw her husband standing behind the tall Chinese girl he had gone off with. She was bent over the back of an armchair and was being well serviced. Payal had a sudden pang of emotion and jealousy as Shahnawaz audibly let go. 

"Oh there you are," Payal's focus was disturbed by Muzamil's voice, "I thought you were going to ignore me tonight."

Muzamil surprised her by lifting her off the ground and taking her from the forested area to the sandy beach. For a good half hour, he kissed her mouth, breasts, body and pussy, fingering her often. He tried to cajole her into removing the mask and hat, but decided not to press his luck after she turned him down a couple of times. Instead, he picked her up once again and brought her back to where a few beach chairs were unoccupied and in a relatively private area. Shortly afterwards Payal was face down on one of the chairs, with Muzamil's cock pushing in and out of her ass. Completely unexpected, he took out a dab of cream from a bottle lying on one of the side tables, rubbed it into her anus, and thrust his penis inside. Payal muffled her scream of pain, having not experienced anal intercourse in some time. His hands grabbed strongly onto her waist, helping in ensuring that the process was workmanlike and that she did not disengage. As her anal muscles relaxed, Muzamil's arms came across and taking both her breasts in his hands he tweaked her nipples, evoking a squeak. Like Michael, he too reached an orgasm while connected to her, but unsheathed he spewed into her rectum. The attendant showed up almost instantaneously to clean and primp her up again once Muzamil had pulled out, though this was a much messier job than her earlier coupling with Michael. 

"You have an ass worth fucking for days," Muzamil had whispered in her ear as he disengaged and though Payal had warmed up to his thrusts as he had fucked her behind, she hoped this would not be the preferred entryway for any more lovers yet to come. 

Unable to leave and not wanting to create bad blood, Payal had to grit herself to taking the treatment that was being meted out. It was not that Clarence was punishing or abusing her, rather he was helping elevate her aura of sexuality, but this was coming at a price she may not have completely agreed to.

"You have to accept my gift of this fine specimen," Payal heard Clarence and her heart sank as she realized he was addressing Shahnawaz, "she is one of the most desirable lovers I have ever had!"

As her husband came forward, Clarence removed the hat and gauze from Payal's face and body, still leaving the mask in place. Payal was petrified, her heart beating fast with the certainty that she would be recognized. While Shahnawaz too had broken his marriage vows at the very venue, the boom if she were discovered would almost certainly descend upon her. As Clarence took a seat nearby and watched, Shahnawaz lay on a mattress and pulled her pussy over his cock. His hands caressed her breasts just as he normally would in their lovemaking sessions. His cock pulsated with a familiar rhythm. She felt the urge to kiss him and bent forward. Their tongues intertwined and the kiss lasted for an eternity. Sitting back up, Payal took control of proceedings and altered her speed as she felt him tense to come or flag from not coming. His release was prolonged much beyond normal and he came so strongly his roar was heard by all at the event. Payal fell forward and they lay together for an extended period of time.

Payal was slowly helped off Shahnawaz by the attendant who yet again cleaned and fixed her up. She wondered if any other guys would be lining up to take her. Thankfully that did not appear to be the case as almost everyone now seemed to be paired off around the place. Shahnawaz himself had clothed himself again and was chatting with some of the men, while taking a drink and being massaged by a masked blonde lady. 

"The party is almost done and Caroline and I have to focus on the main event in just a couple of days," Clarence had come up and sat next the Payal.

"Is she here too?"

"Did you not see her with Shahnawaz earlier on?" he replied, "she decided to crash this party along with a couple of my sisters and some of her friends?" 

Not only did he confirm that the bride was an active participant in casual group sex, he indicated that the new couple had an open sexual arrangement. She already knew his sisters were quite amorous and Shahnawaz had already partnered at least two of them if not more. And now he had also fucked the bride to be. Payal could easily sense more sexual activity between Clarence and herself in the future, even if he was married. 

"There is one last thing though before the event ends tonight," Clarence stood in front of her, his cock touching her lips. As Payal closed her mouth over his extended member, she saw Shahnawaz receiving a similar treatment from the blonde. In fact it seemed that every guy there was ending the evening with a blow job from the female partner he was with at the time. 

VI

Haqnawaz was furious at his son, his brother, his country, his mistress, his life, his wife, his object or desire, and pretty much everything else. In a short period of time his entire life appeared to be crashing all around him.

Paijoo had started the whole mess and in reality Haqnawaz blamed himself for facilitating that situation. Stung by Naziran's acerbic remarks, Paijoo had declared open season on the film star for his friends and their assorted guards, drivers and hangers on. In fact, none of the six or seven females present in Naziran's house at the time were spared, regardless of age, looks or assent. Naziran herself had been the most abused, being vaginally, anally and orally ravished by close to two dozen men in the course of the night. By the time she was rescued, her body had been beaten to a pulp and there were scores of bruises and marks visible. 

That rescue had only materialized when one of the young maids, having just been raped by some of the boys, had managed to jump over the wall off the house and make it to a nearby all-night dispensary. A call from there, mentioning a robbery at the known movie star's house, had led to a relatively quick police arrival. The word had also got out from the police station and in no time the area swarmed with reporters, film personalities and all sorts of hangers-on. The rapists had made no contingency plans to exit or even expected the cops to arrive. Though the policemen realized that they were dealing with connected persons, with not only Paijoo being Haqnawaz's boy, but the four other friends also belonged to significant landed families of the province. Given the fact that the area had many others now present, the cops had to make a big show of handcuffing and parading the culprits in front of the media. That story became the major headline for the next month and caused serious headaches for many involved.

Within twenty-four hours Haqnawaz had been ostracized within the ruling party. While he still held his seat, the loss of official patronage meant that the flow of funds stopped immediately and the outflow began in earnest. Bills came due for purchases which the day before would have been considered cost of doing business by suppliers and torn up. No people of importance lined up at his door to seek his support in getting government grants. 

His wife Parveen had taken him to task for destroying her son's morality by taking her to a whore such as Naziran. Though he quietened her for the time being with a series of slaps and blows, he knew that she had the moral high ground and would continue to pester him. She was thoroughly incensed that Paijoo was in police lock-up and none of their connections could work the magic to get him released. In fact, the media had just released comments from both the Prime Minister and President condemning the rapists, promising a quick trial, and ensuring the public that the guilty would soon face execution. 

As if these issues were not bad enough, Haqnawaz had been summoned by the courts in the matter of lands fraudulently taken from Shahnawaz and his sisters in the past years since he had arranged the murder of his own father. His lawyers had cautioned that the judgment was certainly going to favour the plaintiffs. 

Though he could not touch her while she was in intensive care, Haqnawaz was mightily agitated at Naziran and would have strangled her if at all possible. After all she was just a servant girl and whore, it made no difference if one person fucked her or many did. He blamed the incident on her barbed tongue, rather than on the stupidity of his son. He knew that he would have to pay a large cost to settle issues with her. He could also not believe that Naziran was being held up in liberal circles in Pakistan and by many human rights organizations around the world as an example of a defenceless woman standing up to maltreatment by men. She had already spoken to the likes of the BBC and the New York Times from her hospital bed and there was talk of her going on a global speaking tour on behalf of organizations supporting battered women. He had to come up quickly with a way to reduce the intense attention that was being given to the case. 

VII

Much to Payal's surprise, Shahnawaz did not come home that morning when she was dropped back at her lodgings. In fact he arrived at around the time he was originally supposed to from his flight back from Dubai and Pakistan. Payal believed that he was tired, but was certain it was more from the exertions of the past few day rather than the trip he supposedly had just landed from. That said, she was in no real position to taunt him. After all at the same time that he had been giving Caroline a working over, she was being serviced by Michael and Muzamil and blowing Clarence. 

She was pleasantly surprised though when despite the tiredness he mentioned, his cock was up and hard. She had just bent down to retrieve a toy that her son had dropped on the ground. The short robe she was wearing had hiked up to let him glimpse her rear. Within a second, he had pushed her face down on their bed and taken off her panties. In another moment he had forced himself into her anal passage. Payal was still tender from being fucked in the ass by Muzamil and cried out loudly in pain from her husband's intrusion. It took a while for him to release.

"I just could not resist," he said, "yesterday I saw a very beautiful woman getting anally fucked and she reminded me so much of you."

"And where was that?" 

"Uh, you won't believe the sort of things you can sometimes see in a first class airline lounge," he stammered, having realized that he had nearly given away the supposed secret of his attendance at the party rather than travel over the past twenty four hours. 

"Honey, you've never been that cuddly with me when we travel," she chided him, knowing well that the girl who had provoked the assault on her butt was none other than Payal herself. He had seen Muzamil fucking her ass and the scene refreshed itself in his mind when he saw her bend over.

Payal had wanted so much for Shahnawaz to be around and to see her in the elevated aura of sexuality that Clarence had helped create for her. She knew for sure that his love and desire for her had not peaked or lessened. Yet she was concerned that he had kept his presence at the party a secret. To some extent it was a good thing as he may not have been able to reconcile his mind around the fact that Payal was engaging in sexual activity outside of marriage. She figured that despite his experiences abroad, international education and series of dalliances, he still remained a Pakistani feudal at heart, unwilling to share his women. Still she loved him dearly and would be ready to forgive any of his faults. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 09



VIII

Haqnawaz walked out of the chief minister's office, having submitted his resignation after being the butt of numerous complaints, jibes and insults. Even his close friendship with Asif Zardari, the Prime Minister's husband, was of no use at the present time as the entire situation was too big for anyone to brush under the carpet. Asif had called him earlier to alert him that action was being considered and advised the course that ultimately was taken. While this act did not totally shut off the media coverage or the public interest in the case, it took the focus of Haqnawaz and divided it up among the boys involved. 

Things changed more though when Naziran publicly forgave her rapists. In the process of that press conference, she held Haqnawaz up as her long-time benefactor and put down the actions of his son as those of a misguided child. Her star as a women's rights champion was truly ascendant. In no time she received many film roles to star as a crusader, rather than a vamp, including one in a Bollywood production. 

This turn did not come from the goodness of her heart. It came from Haqnawaz appearing at her residence and agreeing to any and all conditions that she placed in front of him. A couple of days after that meeting, Haqnawaz legally took Naziran as his second wife. Her path to legitimacy was now clear even if she did not really want him anymore. Being in his household, however, gave her the options to work on his destruction from within for the insults he had showered on her and the latest gang rape. Her acceptance of his offer had also somewhat been prompted first by the arrival of flowers and a get-well card courtesy of Payal. This was followed soon after by a call directly from Malaysia in which Payal had expressed her deepest sympathy and told Naziran she understood what a beast Haqnawaz could be. Naziran was ready for the ground to open up and swallow her as she had been on the verge of placing Payal's incriminating pictures in his hands just before he had let his son and friends loose upon her. Within an hour of her accepting his proposal of marriage, those pictures were all consigned to a fire which included every bit of clothing and furniture Haqnawaz had ever given her. She was going to make him pay through his nose for replacing everything and at inflated designer prices. Her revenge had just begun. 

Despite Naziran's elevation and splurge of cash, at this time, even Parveen agreed to the arrangement as it could lead to release from prison for her son. In addition, Haqnawaz had promised that Naziran would not enter the Haveli and had also given millions of rupees to Parveen to spend as she saw fit. 

In no time at all, the press were proclaiming Haqnawaz as the man who righted his son's, and thereby, societal wrongs by marrying the defenceless heroine! Haqnawaz now knew that his son and friends would not serve any long jail sentences. Payments made to victims, judges, lawyers and media persons ensured that the boys were sentenced to only one year in prison and were let out in two months. Still he had lost his electoral seat and would have to wait for the next election.

Maybe the stars truly aligned for him that year. The new President, Leghari, brought in especially by Benazir and her party to keep things tilted in favour of her party, turned on her and dissolved parliament in 1996. Within hours of this announcement, Haqnawaz was nominated as the Pakistan Muslim League candidate, a seat he won by a margin that far exceeded the actual number of registered voters in the district. 

IX

The wedding was a spectacular affair with the gliteratti of Malaysia, Asia and much of the world descending upon Penang. Caroline looked stunning in her gown and Clarence was handsome as could be. As expected, ceremonies got started early and lasted till very late. Finally after an extended dinner, the bride and groom departed for their honeymoon in South Africa via Dubai.

Payal had anticipated that a massive bachelor party would be organized the night before the big event and that she would play some sort of part in the evening's festivities. She was right on both counts. A final night on the town was indeed arranged by Clarence's buddies and Shahnawaz did not return till the wee hours of morning, too tired to notice Payal dressed very sexily in a miniskirt, but fast asleep on the couch. She had not officially been on the bachelor party list. 

Instead Payal had been part of Caroline's ladies night out, which had resulted in a number of clubs being visited and profuse amounts of liquor consumed. It appeared to her that this was a relatively staid and proper event as no male strippers made an appearance and there were no guys around to give any takers a good time. 

Payal was surprised, however, when a hostess at one of the clubs advised that there was a phone call for her in one of the offices. Without a thought she followed the girl to a plush looking room with a desk and comfortable armchairs. Clarence rose from behind the desk, took her in his arms and worked her panties down. Since Payal had been wearing a short skirt, he had no problem in baring her pussy and pushing into it. 

"Aren't you supposed to be at your bachelor party?" she breathed out as he filled her up and then retracted a bit.

"Actually I am," he responded while pushing forward, "the other side of this room opens up to where the guys are having that party!"

"Won't they miss you?" she wondered as his penis again backed out of her.

"Yes they will, so we need to get things over real fast," he said, his mouth closing over hers. They came quickly, wiped the juices off their bodies, fixed their clothes, said their goodbyes and exited through opposing doors to return to their respective parties. Payal was glad that the other girls in the group were nicely drunk so no one noticed the odor of recent coupling on her. 

Yet Payal mused that Clarence might still have her lingering smell on him, when he would bed Caroline, as the couple left for the airport after the ceremonies and dinner the next evening. She was not surprised that he had risked a quickie with her, while two events were in progress, he did have that spontaneity that she had begun to really admire. That night, however, Clarence was not the only one bedding a sexy wife; Shahnawaz was concurrently drilling Payal as passionately as possible and multiple times. 

X

Payal was rudely awakened from a suggestive dream, while in the arms of her husband. The phone was ringing off the hook. It was Clarence on the line.

"Shahnawaz, I am in Dubai and we are just headed for the flight to Johannesburg," he was speaking rapidly, "I have disconcerting news from Pakistan."

"What's the matter?" was all Shahnawaz could respond. He had just returned from that country a couple of days earlier and nothing had been amiss there. 

"The Pakistan office has been trying to reach you, but did not have your Penang contact," Clarence explained, "your brother has filed a suit claiming that he is the rightful owner of the assets of our joint operations, in Pakistan, Malaysia and the Middle East."

"How can he do that?" Shahnawaz responded, "many legalities have to be taken care of."

"That's true, but he has the current government on his side and has also filed claims against most of your sisters' and your own property in Pakistan also."

"How dare he, I will kill him!" Shahnawaz thundered. 

"Our lawyers have counter-sued and we have involved the foreign office already," Clarence advised.

"So the matter is in hand for now?" 

"While the business side may be, but unfortunately not all is well in Pakistan," Clarence continued, "your mother had a heart attack when she heard about the lawsuits; the doctors do not expect her to survive!"



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10



It seemed like a period of familial demise had come over the very happy and full life that Payal, Shahnawaz and their kids were leading. Trying to seek comfort in the known confines of her pre-marriage years' home, Payal tried to make sense of everything that on one hand had befallen their family and on the other had helped elevate their standing and importance. But nothing that she could think of could ease the hurt of the immense pain that she felt due to the most recent death that had occurred.

II

The Chen-Wu wedding was the talk of the town in Penang and over much of Malaysia. While Caroline was undoubtedly the lady of the moment, there was little doubt that Payal was taking a lot of male (and jealous female) attention at the wedding. Given the stunning gold beaded dress she wore it was almost no contest for the other females at the event. It did help greatly that she had taken great care of her shapely legs and that the gown bared the left leg almost to the top of her thigh. A single strap clasped over her left breast allowed an unimpeded view of her neck as well as her right arm and shoulder. 

Shahnawaz felt his cock turning to steel when he found Payal at the venue. He had dressed at home in the expected tuxedo, while Payal had joined Caroline, the Chen sisters and assorted friends in the penthouse of the hotel where the party was to be held. The various staff on hand had ensured that every person looked their best. Payal was part of the bridal party and she noted that her dress, while similar in colour and texture to the other members, was cut in a sexier manner that meant she had to forego a bra. Undoubtedly Clarence had played in part in deciding who wore what and what she wore showed a great deal of her. 

Shahnawaz was not the only one feeling a stirring in their loins. Many others, including Clarence, Muzamil and Michael made a point of complimenting her on looking so stunning. Just a few days earlier she had been incredibly intimate with all three and Payal was concerned that someone other than Clarence, who obviously was in the know, would recognize that she had been at the beach party, even though she had then been masked and playing the role of her alter ego, Sharmeen. Muzamil, in particular, lingered a while longer than needed while taking her hand and kissing it. 

Things were going swimmingly for a while and between snacks, dancing and chats, thoughts of previous transgressions had all but exited Payal's mind. A definite turn, however, occurred as Muzamil suddenly showed up behind her while she was alone at her table. She had just returned to her seat after a fairly long session on the dance floor and was breathing hard. Shahnawaz had, however, been whisked away by one of the Chen sisters as soon as he came off the floor. 

"You need to cool down quickly," Muzamil handed Payal a glass of champagne from behind to her, "and this should help with the heavy breathing."

"Thanks I did need that," Payal replied, suddenly noting that he had placed his now empty hand directly on her breasts and had started to caress her left nipple through the fabric. 

As she wondered what to do, he released her breast. Muzamil next pulled a chair forward and sat down, placing himself in such a way as to be facing and in close contact with her. One hand dropped right onto her bare leg. 

"I am wondering Payal if you know a friend of ours named Sharmeen?" he point blank asked her as his hand wandered up her thigh. 

Payal knew well that just a few days earlier Muzamil had her spread out on all fours as he had anally fucked her during Clarence's beach orgy. He pulled his chair even closer and his other arm started to feel up her back. 

"Why is she someone I should know?" feigning ignorance and yet knowing well that Muzamil was spot on with his recognition, "Shahnawaz has never mentioned the name to me."

"It's just that she has a striking resemblance to you, and I was wondering if she was somehow related." One hand had by now worked itself under the dress and the inside of her leg and was barely a couple of inches from her panties. The other had reached behind her hair and was massaging the nape of her neck. 

"And may I imagine this person is someone who you got intimate with," Payal slowly responded as he smiled back, "figured that I would be her," she continued as he affirmatively shook his head, "and therefore okay with you trying to get into my dress," she went on as his finger actually touched her panties. 

"I really have no reason to argue with anything you have just said, lovely lady," he brought his lips to her neck and slowly kissed it.

"Do you believe Shahnawaz has such a person for a wife? Do you really think you are some kind of super desirable Romeo? Does your wife know you are trying to cheat on her right now?" Payal let go a string of barbed statements as she pushed his face away. 

Shocked by the sharp response from Payal, Muzamil quickly released her leg and neck. Getting up, he shook his head after giving her a long look over and headed off to talk to other party goers. Payal felt the life and colour return to her body. That had been too close an encounter and she was certain that Sharmeen could no longer be allowed to make a return.

"I see you've become very friendly with Muzamil," Shahnawaz had just returned to the table, having finally freed himself from Clarence's sisters, "just be careful he is reputedly a hound dog!"

Payal gave a little chuckle and pulled his tie downwards allowing her to give him a peck on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised by this open display of public affection and sitting down next to her, returned the favour in earnest. 

In less than five minutes, Payal and Shahnawaz found themselves in the coat room adjacent to the hall. The pretty attendant gladly accepted a sizable tip from Shahnawaz, closed the front window and told them she was going for a fifteen minute break. She had not even exited the door before Shahnawaz had undone Payal's clasp and let the dress fall to the floor. Seeing that he would be yanking off some very nice panties, she held his hand and pulled them off herself. Hoisting her onto the ledge of the coat receipt window, he plowed into her with intensity. 

"Hey we have at least fifteen minutes," she whispered into his ear, slowing down his attack. 

Shahnawaz, with Payal still propped up on his cock, looked around and saw a table. He moved over so that she could rest on it while he pumped into her. Payal was highly aroused and coming profusely as he finally jetted into her. Not wanting to untangle just then, she moved up onto the table and he came atop, still imbedded into her softness. 

They had forgotten about the attendant when the girl returned on cue after fifteen minutes. Without saying a word she took some damp napkins and used one hand to wipe Payal's cunt and the other to clean Shahnawaz's penis. Shahnawaz was quickly ready as he had not divested his clothing. Shooing him out, the girl helped Payal dress herself back, fix her makeup and ensure that everything looked fine. 

"You have the smell of sex on you," Clarence came by and led her to the dance floor just as she returned to her table, "too bad I was not the one responsible!"

Although cleaned up nicely by the attendant, Payal had remained in a state of arousal and her pussy had continued to leak fluids into her panties. She was not taken aback that Clarence could sense that she had just been fucked. She was not too surprised either when he mouthed a "give 'em to me" and pointed at her nether regions. As he held her close, she somehow managed to slide the panty down, hook it onto her left foot and bring it up so he could pocket it. She was surprised, however, when he brought his lips to hers, in full view of her husband, and gave her a long kiss. Payal half expected Shahnawaz to jump up and force Clarence off, but thankfully he just remained with his dance partner while intently focused on his wife being lustily kissed by his friend. 

The party over, the newlyweds departed, and the festivities concluded, Shahnawaz and Payal continued their love making back at their suite. Lying face downwards, with her husband's cock buried from behind into her cunt, she enjoyed the warmth he was conveying. Things all of a sudden felt cold when the topic of her dance with Clarence came up.

"I didn't imagine that you would be so casual about Clarence giving you a kiss in that manner," he inquired and Payal wondered if he was making a simple statement or an accusation.

"Well when in Rome I guess one has to do as the Romans do," she replied in a low voice, "after all you were equally if not more friendly with at least three of his sisters today!"

Now Shahnawaz was thrown for a loop and left searching for a response. The best course was to continue the systematic penetration of her vagina and he decided to focus on sexual satisfaction rather than the unwinnable argument. Things worked wonderfully as she responded by giving out stronger and stronger yelps, clamping down mightily on his cock and coming profusely. Shahnawaz emptied himself almost on cue and lay down on her back to catch his breath. 

Suddenly the quietness of the room was shattered by the constant ringing of the telephone. Shahnawaz answered and Payal sensed that his mood changed very perceptibly.

"That was Clarence from Dubai telling me that things are not good in Pakistan," he told her, "Haqnawaz has filed cases against the company and me."

"So I imagine your legal teams will handle the matter."

"That is true, but there is another bigger issue," he let her know, "my mother is on her death bed and the doctors give her no more than a week or so to live."

Payal felt like she had been kicked in her stomach. Her mother had been a constant source of support, notably against the intentions and actions of Haqnawaz. With the imminent demise, Payal felt that returning to Pakistan would pose new challenges. She would be correct in that assessment. 

III

Naziran wondered when she was advised that two young ladies had shown up asking intently for her. The surprise she got was much greater when the two, who looked vaguely familiar, introduced themselves as her sisters. It had been more than a dozen years since she had laid eyes on any of her relatives. For an extended moment she had no idea what to do. Her entire family had been kicked out of the haveli by the Chaudhry soon after Haqnawaz had started taking an interest in Naziran. Naziran herself had been taken away by Haqnawaz and moved to a house in Lahore. Her memories cleared as they introduced themselves as Hamida, Sultana and Parveen. She remembered that all were pre-teen when she had left. She also recalled that her father had sired a total of thirteen children, eleven of whom had lived beyond the age of three. Five, including herself and one dead sibling, had been female. It appeared that unless there were other children in the past dozen years, all the living girls were momentarily at the same place. 

A deep recessed memory also was retrieved from her mind concerning the fact that her father, a couple of uncles and three of her brothers had sexually molested her at frequent opportunity. Most of these transgressions had been anal or oral sex related and Naziran had in fact been a virgin until vaginally taken by Haqnawaz. One quick look over the sisters told her that they had not been spared either. 

The elder, Hamida, wailed incessantly as she sought refuge with Naizran. Her story was heart-wrenchingly familiar. After Naziran had left, she immediately became the object of sexual abuse by the men in her family. Since she did not have Naziran's good looks, the abuse was also physical, resulting in her developing a limp and losing her hearing in one year. Those injuries damned her, reducing her marriageability. She had decided to flee when she overheard her father discussing selling her and at least one other sister to a pimp from Heera Mandi, Lahore's famous red-light district. 

Naziran could hardly, however, take her eyes off the younger second sister Ruqaiya, who had the looks and figure of a future model. Yet the distant gaze and glassiness in her eyes gave away the fact that her life had not been particularly pleasant. She had unfortunately been her father's favourite for the past few years. Unlike Naziran, who had only suffered anal and oral abuse, Ruqaiya had been vaginally defiled by the father and brothers. Naziran wondered if she was going to be the stronger or the weaker of the two. 

There was no question of them staying at her house. Haqnawaz would certainly notice at least the younger one and would try to definitely fuck her. The option of sending them to the haveli was also not feasible as her family had been forcibly removed from there by Haqnawaz's father and that word remained law even though he had passed on. Naziran racked her mind and came up with an unlikely solution.

"Payal Baji, I need your help in saving my sisters from my relatives and other bad men," she sobbed on the phone to the only person who had been kind to her in recent years.

A few hours after the call, the sisters were headed off to Payal's ancestral home, where they were first gainfully employed, and the elder was married within a month to an eligible and trusted male servant in that household. Ruqaiya was considered too shell shocked at the time to also be wed and instead found herself caring for Payal's mother. If Payal had won Naziran over after the gang rape incident by calling her at the hospital, this act of kindness totally cemented the position of respect that the movie star now possessed for the wife of her brother. 

IV

Payal spread out very suggestively on the couch in their annex of the haveli. Wearing a one-piece black swimsuit that revealed much more than it covered and with a high heeled pair of black boots, Payal's look belied the fact that she was closer to forty than to twenty. The front consisted not of one piece of cloth, but two slivers that barely concealed her tits and left much of the side boobs on display. A simple cord kept the pieces over her breast together. From her breasts a mere cord went around the neck. The attached bottom was more a string than a proper panty. Her reason for the sexy attire was to help pull her husband out of the state of sadness that he had been in for weeks. If she could not get a fire going in his loins the way she was dressed, perhaps it was time to ponder retirement!

Payal's mother did not last till the end of the week, but died shortly after Shahnawaz arrived and got to see her one last time. Not only did this mean that Payal had to return to Pakistan with the kids, it also required her to be at the haveli while Haqnawaz was also there. She was not overly concerned by this as many relatives would also be there for the forty day mourning period. In any case, she arrived after a few days had lapsed and the main rituals had been dealt with.

She was surprised that neither her husband, nor any of the immediate family members, objected when Haqnawaz claimed the haveli and assorted other property that was in the mother's name as his own. Indeed a will was produced that verified his assertion. There were a number of reasons for this. Haqnawaz had gained importance within the political party and a legal challenge would not likely succeed. Persistent drought had decimated great swathes of territory and much of the land in question was not worth fighting for. The sisters had already given up on dealing with him and were happy to simply divide some jewellery left to them by the mother. Due to his Malaysia connections and interests, Shahnawaz was making much more outside of his family lands. Finally the haveli itself was falling apart and nobody wanted the onerous task of fixing the relic up. 

What did concern Payal immediately was the stare that Haqnawaz affixed her with as soon as she entered the main hall of the house. Many years of her being abroad had seemingly not dulled the desire he had to possess her. Luckily for Payal, there was too much traffic at the venue for Haqnawaz to try anything directly. 

While the loss of his mother was very significant, the passage of time was a quick healer for Shahnawaz. His mother had been quite ill in recent months and so he had already seen her demise as the end to her misery. There was a need for the sadness to start dissipating, but was unsure yet on amorous advances. Payal lying on the couch, like a veritable feast for a hungry man, was just what any doctor or sage would have advised. He reached for her only for Payal to jump up and run to the far side of the room. He quickly headed in her direction, but she was quick to get to the door to the balcony next to their room. She pushed it open and indicated that he should follow. Shahnawaz obeyed and was led out where Payal pointed to the starlit night. 

"Your mom is up there, it is time to be happy," she said as he walked into her embrace and their mouths joined in a kiss. 

"Wow, that is a fantastic outfit, when did you get it?" Shahnawaz was drooling as he ran his hands over her body.

"Would you be concerned if I said my lover bought it for me?" Payal baited him.

"I'd say, he would have been happy to receive the benefits first," Shahnawaz responded not falling into the trap, since she obviously used his money to buy the outfit.

"Oh you are no fun," she chided, while loosening the laces around her neck and breasts. 

Shahnawaz pulled off the outfit in a nanosecond, letting her stand in front of him just in the very sexy boots. His own clothes divested in a moment, he pushed Payal to the wall. As she put her legs around his waist, he entered her while standing up. Soon he had a constant rhythm going and Payal was seeing even more stars than were in the sky. In no time at all he flooded her insides.

As Shahnawaz disengaged, Payal held on to his cock. While it was very sticky and wet with their fluids, she dropped to her knees and took the appendage into her mouth. This time Shahnawaz was able to hold his orgasm for a fairly long time as Payal licked the sides of his penis, took it far down her throat and tongued the opening. Finally he was ready to come and she obliged by taking the whole load in the mouth and swallowing it. 

Shahnawaz felt that he was quite spent, but Payal's next actions spurred him up again. Turning her face to the wall, she guided his cock to her rectum. Shahnawaz buried himself into her and started to slowly thrust in and out. It took perhaps an hour before they finally separated, his juices having gelled in and on her cunt, mouth and ass. Somehow Shahnawaz managed the energy to lift Payal up and carry her back inside to their room. Both were giggling profusely as the night lightened and the call to prayer was heard. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the haveli courtyard, Haqnawaz stood rapt atop the third floor terrace. Though a good thirty yards away from the lovers, he had witnessed the entire incidence. Payal's brazen display of sexuality had his loins burning. None of his lovers had ever managed to come even close in turning him so on. Having been on the roof to perchance espy his sister, Haqnawaz had received much more than an eyeful. Seeing Payal naked reminded him of how he had come so close to having her nearly a decade earlier. To add to his woes, Haqnawaz watched as his brother went down on his knees. Payal placed first one boot on his shoulder and then the other, allowing him to unzip and remove them. She certainly possessed power over men and this extended most definitely to her husband. 

V

Having returned to her media position in Pakistan, Payal soon had a meaningful and loyal audience base. Student, youth and women's empowerment organizations were among her most ardent backers, given the message of independence she tended to convey through her writings, interviews, lectures and very fashionable mode of dress.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10



She was not very surprised when she was asked to accompany Naziran on a trip to the US organized by a leading women's organization. Naziran would play the role of abused female who had risen out of the quagmire, notably given her recent nomination for best new actress in her first Bollywood film. Payal meanwhile was the role model for a confident and independent Pakistani female. The tour would take her to major cities like New York, Washington, D.C., Chicago, and Los Angeles, all areas with big Pakistani populations. Shahnawaz was all for the trip as he could focus back on work, while the kids had settled in to their new classes at the American School in Lahore. 

"So are we no longer friends," Mike Whittaker complained, "that you come to the US and don't even tell me!" Somehow in the middle of everything she had overlooked connecting with him.

"Not intentional at all," she responded feeling guilty, "how can I make it up to you?"

"Can you find some time to swing by Houston, Richard is quite sick," Mike let her know that his uncle was gravely ill. He also advised that though she was also going to be in the D.C. area, he would be out of country at that time. 

"So just a social call on the old pervert in his sick bed, are you sure he would not prefer being alone with the nurses?"

"I'm sure that is usually applicable, but I can assure you he would be perked up if you went to see him and showed a bit of skin when you visited."

"And do we meet also?"

"We'll see about possibilities for us to get together but you can count on me to see you," Mike left an answer that was neither here nor there. 

Adding a side trip to Houston did not prove to be a problem given the success that their appearances were having at the social events in the other cities. In fact, a Texas women's group was happy to schedule a couple of dates for them. After attending the first event at Rice University, Payal and Naziran headed to visit the ailing former senator. She had taken Mike's suggestion and dressed in a businesslike, but yet very sexy manner. A black leather mini-skirt, that allowed almost all of her legs to show, was topped with a blouse that covered just enough of her décolletage. She had thrown a black blazer over her blouse. A pair of sexy heels was also obligatory attire. She had strategically placed a gold necklace that highlighted the top of her breasts. With her natural good looks, flawless English and superb outfit, Payal appeared to be receiving at least the same level of participant and media attention as Naziran, the main guest, who was dressed in traditional Pakistani attire.

Richard Whittaker looked like a shell of himself, lying almost motionless on his bed. The large bedroom in his Houston home had been turned into a virtual hospital room and a number of nurses were at hand. Taking one look at Payal, a noticeable smile formed on his lips and he signalled her to come close. She was not surprised at all when he sat up just enough to get his hand behind her neck, pull her face forward and plant a kiss on her lips. And the fact that he goosed her ass as she turned a bit to sit near him was just par for the course. 

"Okay you sons of bitches let me out, this young lady is medicine enough for me," he audibly spoke out, as his hand landed high on her thigh and then went directly under the skirt and onto her panties.

"Let me introduce my friend Naziran, she's a movie star from Pakistan," Payal had thought hard about bringing the actress but figured it could not hurt. Naziran was noting the interplay between Richard and Payal with amused interest. 

"Would she like to jump on to my casting couch?" the dirty old man chirped, getting a chuckle from Payal. Naziran did not have a perfect command of the language and definitely not American slang. She, however, was a good sport in shaking Richard's hand and accepting a kiss to her lips. 

"You had better be planning to get better, the world cannot lose a pervert of your class," Payal ribbed him.

"Well I am sure you two ladies could help with the perversion if not the health cure, so why don't you get stripping!"

That comment got him a slap on his wrist from Payal. Discussion soon turned from light banter to more meaty topics. 

"Listen honey, do you remember our discussions on the state of politics in your country?"

"Of course I do, that's the only time you have ever made sense."

Over the next hour Richard demonstrated that his brain was completely lucid even if the body was dying. His assessment of the political climate was spot on. What surprised her most was his assertion that a major regional event would be happening within weeks. Payal was almost sad that she had to leave in order to meet Mike even though every few minutes Richard had insisted that she remove some article of her clothing. Despite Naziran being in the room, Payal had not objected to him feeling up her pussy as they talked, including shifting a bit to allow his fingers to penetrate deep inwards, but had drawn the line on stripping nude or even flashing her breasts. 

"Just remember my dear, something very major is about to happen in your part of the world," Richard advised as Payal and Naziran got up to leave, "and you need to be prepared to act immediately."

Richard surprised everyone when he point blank asked Naziran if she would like to stay for dinner and a movie. Naziran spoke enough English to make some conversation with him and the carrot he dangled about calling a Hollywood producer friend clinched the bargain. Payal was relieved that Naziran would not be in the vicinity when she later met Mike, who had called to confirm he would visit her at the hotel. As she left Payal was in tears because just after Richard gave her a long and deep goodbye kiss on the mouth, he had put his hand on her heart and appeared to say remember me when I am gone!

Payal was unsure if Mike would be coming alone or with someone like Raylene or perhaps even his wife who did not live too far away. She wondered what to wear but decided to be both conservative and sexy at the same time. Payal pulled on a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her legs. A light blue sleeveless shirt, which she had tied across her ribcage rather than buttoning it all down, was all she had on top. This left her belly deliciously bared and her cleavage nicely visible. She opted to leave her hair naturally undone and also remained barefoot. 

Mike showed up just prior to midnight. He had aged gracefully but had definitely retained the good looks and manly charm that had always attracted her. As a member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee his role was quite strenuous and he had gained a reputation of being one of the hardest working senators in the country. Today, however, he was ready to play, and Payal had long been one of his favourite reasons to take a break from work. 

Payal stood a few feet away, right leg bent and that foot resting aside the left one. One hand was hooked into a beltless loop on her jeans while the other teased the tresses next to her left shoulder. Mike soaked in the visage for an extended moment, then closed the gap and crushed her lips with his mouth. His hands wandered all over the clothed and bare parts of her body as Payal returned the passionate kisses. The knot keeping her boobs under wraps was quickly dispensed with and, as she was braless, he was able to take her tits into his mouth and squeeze the orbs as he pleased. 

The jeans presented a very different problem. Mike failed utterly in trying to pull them off her legs, as she stood, even though the buttons and zip were undone. Giggling at his frustration, Payal swiftly turned away and jumped onto the bed, raising her legs into the air. Mike placed her calves on his shoulders, lifted her ass a bit, and slowly managed to get the jeans down to her knees. Thankfully Payal had not worn panties and was soon fully undressed. 

Getting off the bed, Payal helped Mike out of his clothing, tossing his trousers, shirt, jacket and tie all over the room. It was an awkward moment as he sheathed his cock with a condom, but he was ramming into her very shortly afterwards. Payal's inner hussy was somehow on display and she raked his back, met him stroke for stroke and screamed audibly as their bodies came together and parted slightly. She mused that just a few moments with Richard's perverted sense of humour had given her a charge that Mike was capably dispensing with. When they finally came and the bed got a reprieve from the constant motion, both were exhausted on one hand and ready to continue on the other. 

"Richard was delighted to see you today," Mike ventured while taking a little break from licking Payal's pussy. They had been carrying on small talk while in bed, when he had moved downwards, spread her legs and started to tongue her insides.

"He was extremely cryptic on Pakistani politics and I wonder what he meant by major happenings in the near future," Payal responded just as Mike sent shivers through her body.

"You know I can't reveal state secrets to you," Mike responded, "but let's say if I had significant foreign currency holdings in Pakistan, I would see about moving them elsewhere really quick.

"Ok, you keep working exactly where you are, I'll handle things at home," Payal had placed one hand in his hair as he went down on her again. The other she used to dial Shahnawaz and within a matter of minutes had given him the information she had received. Shahnawaz was planning to go to Malaysia for a quick trip but figured he could first handle his foreign currency exposure at home.

"I guess you owe me a lot more now," Mike had just released Payal after she had just had a fantastic orgasm, "referring to the information given but also hinting at the cunnilingus. 

That appeared to be a cue for her to give a par for the course response and Mike was delighted when she pushed him back, came atop his torso, rubbed some cream from the nightstand on his cock and slowly lowered her ass onto it. Anal sex was rare for Mike and he had never taken Payal in such a manner. Not only did his cock fit much tighter into that orifice, his fingers were able to enter her cunt. Additionally the pain response that she was getting from taking him into her rectum was turning her cheeks red and causing her breasts to heave as she panted. Despite the hurt, she began to raise and lower her ass. Mike's fingers were dripping profusely from the fluids released from her insides by the time he flooded her backside. The time passed a bit too quick and soon he had to head out after they had shared one final extended kiss. 

"Payal baji, you really look fantastic in sexy western clothes," Naziran mentioned point blank. She had shown up just as Mike had exited her hotel room in the dead of night, Payal was surprised that Naziran was back from Richard's place. 

"Where did you see me in such clothes?" 

"Well the dress you wore today was fantastic, but also Sir Richard showed me so many pictures of you in nice dresses," Naziran added, "and some naughty ones with you in swimming clothes," she went on, "you have such a fine body."

Payal wondered if this was a way to compliment her, chide her or something else. "Thank you, but you know that his family has been friendly with ours from the time that I was in the US for my studies."

"Baji these people may not be from our culture but I can tell that Sir Richard likes you very much and that his nephew Mr. Mike has been your friend for a long time," she went on, "I often feel that your life would have been much better if you were married to Mr. Mike and thus would never had had to deal with people like Haqnawaz!"

"How can you say that, I am a happily married person?" Payal protested.

Naziran wondered if she should tell her more. She already had proof of Payal's infidelity from the pictures she had obtained from a shop in Kuala Lumpur. Richard had shown her some of his albums and Naziran had been surprised that Payal was topless in a number of pool shots. Of course, she had not been oblivious to the fact that Richard fingered Payal for most of her visit to his home. Lastly, when she had returned and come to Payal's room, she had heard distinct sounds of sexual intercourse. Wisely she had waited for an hour or so to revisit Payal. She decided that it was better to not say anything as it would not serve any purpose. Payal had been a benefactor to both her and her sisters and there was no need for creating trouble. The point she made about marrying Mike did, however, come from her heart. 

"Of course you have a great marriage with Shahnawaz Ji, but all I am saying is that a really nice person like you deserves all the good things," Naziran conceded. 

"And so what happened at Richard's place?" Payal queried, "I hope he was he a gentleman?"

"Baji you know he is a kind man, but he has a very naughty manner?"

Payal listened raptly as Naziran gave her a full account of her evening at Richard's. Soon after Payal left, he persuaded the nurses to move him to the main lounge, where they watched part of one of Naziran's Bollywood films. True to his word he had called a Hollywood bigwig and already arranged for her to take a screen test in a couple of days' time. However, he had soon indicated that he expected some kind of reward for the favour. 

"And did you comply with the dirty old man?" Payal just had to ask the question, knowing how she had herself provided Richard a number of favours short of actual sex. 

"Baji, I may be a movie star, but you know I have been left with few reasons to be bashful about my sexual activities. Also when I do have a tryst with another person, in my heart I feel I am getting some revenge on Haqnawaz."

Richard was hardly in position to fuck Naziran, even though she would gladly have agreed. She did end up performing a striptease to one of her Indian dance songs. In addition she sportingly tried to give him a blow job, but his manhood was physically dead if not mentally extant. Richard was happy to feel Naziran up for a while until the nurses decided that he needed to return to bed and that she would be dropped back by his chauffeur. Payal was happy that both Richard and Naizran had hit it off. That had allowed her to be undisturbed with Mike, who she would not be seeing again on the present trip due to his Senatorial commitments. 

Naziran's screen test dovetailed with the trip to Los Angeles. Returning to their hotel she proudly announced that she had been signed on for a role in a period picture set in British India that would start shooting in a matter of weeks in England. For a simple servant girl to have risen potentially to level of Hollywood star was big news and Payal knew she would have a really good story and interview for her media employers. The elation of this elevation for Naziran, however, was unfortunately short-lived. 

Just as Payal packed to go to the Los Angeles airport and catch her flight to London, Mike called and advised that Richard had passed away in his sleep. In his last conversation with Mike on the phone, just prior to going to bed for the last time, he had asked that Payal be cared for as if a member of the Whittaker family. Payal felt sick to her stomach and wanted to attend the funeral in Houston, except for a more immediate development. The news that went on the television at almost the same time was that India had conducted a second nuclear explosion after 1976. More to the point the reporter noted that Pakistan, as of then an undeclared nuclear state, was expected to conduct its own tests within the same month of May 1998. 

VI

Haqnawaz was ready to pull his hair out. In an ideal world he would have found a likely target and set upon it. His options, however, were limited. His two-timing brother had left the country after cheating him badly. Payal, who probably was the cause of every ill he had suffered in the last two decades, was at her parents' home and so untouchable. His second wife Naziran, had decided to forego her return to Pakistan and focus on prepping up for her upcoming Hollywood film shoot. The first wife, Parveen, had progressively aged and become uglier and hitting her had no utility. His son, Paijoo, had grown rather big and could beat the crap out of his father if the situation ever arose. Wisely all the servants in his household had somehow made themselves scarce. 

It had all started out really well with a simple phone call from Shahnawaz concerning the family holdings in Pakistan and elsewhere and the lawsuit that had been filed against the Malaysian-Pakistani joint concern holdings by Haqnawaz. Rather than going through an extended court battle that would take years and cost millions, Shahnawaz had proposed a simpler solution.

"Bhaijan, you know that my life and that of my family has been focused on Malaysia and the Middle East the past few years," Shahnawaz had said, "and that I am unable to take good care of my property and land here."

"So what do you want me to do?" Haqnawaz had given a very offhand response.

"Can we not amicably settle things amongst ourselves," Shahnawaz suggested, "surely there is no need to tear the family apart."

Haqnawaz was pleasantly surprised when his brother offered to sell him all his agricultural holdings and most of his urban property excepting a house each in Lahore and Faisalabad. He was even more pleased that the amount asked was easily ten percent or more below fair rupee value. The request that the payment be made immediately in US dollars and transferred to accounts in Malaysia and elsewhere did not appear too onerous to him. Happy that the family estate was finally coming to him in near totality he agreed to withdraw the case against the joint concern. 

Getting an amount that was well in excess of US$ 5 million was not the easiest of things but Haqnawaz was able to use his position as a member of parliament, his linkages within the ruling party, and his friendship with a Saudi-based clearance house Pakistani bigwig, to arrange the sum in less than a week and remit the same according to the directions given. With the money received, Shahnawaz instructed his lawyers to transfer ownership accordingly. 

Two days later the Indian nuclear explosion rocked the markets, sending stock values and rupee exchange rates down. Things were expected to stabilize very soon but, when Pakistan responded with its own nuclear tests, the shit really hit the fan. The bank which had loaned him the amount asked for an immediate return. To make things worse the government froze all foreign exchange accounts around the country. The Pak Rupee almost halved in value against global currencies. Suddenly his cost of repaying the borrowed $5 million rocketed up in rupee terms and the entire deal turned sour. 

"Bhaijan I can understand that things are not great in Pakistan, but I cannot see why you are blaming me for the market collapse," Shahnawaz calmly responded to his brother's call from Pakistan, "surely I had no idea what India or Pakistan were doing on the nuclear front."

"You have tricked me," Haqnawaz was furious, "I am sure it is your wife who has continued to drive a wedge between us."

"I would suggest you leave Payal out of this," Shahnawaz interjected, "and concerning wedges you are so much guiltier of breaking the family bond the way you have treated our sisters and others."

"Take my word for it younger brother," Haqnawaz vowed, "I will get my revenge."

Shahnawaz had indeed correctly interpreted Payal's call from the US. Not only had he managed to move his foreign exchange elsewhere, he had also disposed of property that was more trouble to keep than what it earned. Payal had smartly also called her parents and they had taken similar actions with foreign exchange holdings and in selling off some property. 

As Haqnawaz paced about the haveli, not knowing the exact extent of the losses he would incur on the deal, plans for revenge began to form in his mind. He knew that Shahnawaz was in Malaysia and out of his reach. Payal, on the other hand, was in Pakistan, not back to work but staying with her parents as her mother was sick. He had a feeling that a direct attack of any sort on Payal would probably not succeed as her husband had arranged for an international security company to provide bodyguards for her protection around the clock. Yet he wondered if she could be made to feel the hurt some other way.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10



Haqnawaz sensed he had the possibility of revenge sooner than expected. A group of spies he had insinuated at Payal's family home advised that while she was totally protected, her parents were often relatively unsecure when they traveled to Lahore for her mother's medical appointments. A schedule of her appointment dates provided many options over the coming weeks.

Payal had just finished writing a piece on rural governance for the news magazine when she heard an incessant knock on her door. She was surprised to see Payal's young sister, who was in a rush to say something. The news was earth shattering. There was to be an attack on the vehicle her parents were traveling in. 

"I found out because a new servant here is actually working for Haqnawaz," Ruqaiya hurriedly gave out the information she had discovered by chance. While using one of the half a dozen attached outhouses, dedicated to the staff, she had overheard a couple of the new arrivals discuss plans to waylay Payal's parents. Unfortunately by the time she had reached Payal, just a few minutes later, the parents had already left. 

Calling the police, someone in the government or even Shahnawaz in Malaysia would not have had any effect in time. Somehow Payal remembered she had met a gentleman on her trip to Turkey some years earlier, named Amos, who was associated with the US Embassy. Lucky for her, Amos was actually still in Islamabad. Amos took the information at face value, asked about the route to be taken and the doctors to be seen. He did not promise much, but ensured Payal that he would make every effort to see that her parents were safe.

Six hours later, Haqnawaz found himself being taken into custody by the anti-terrorism force, given that those involved in his arrest had no faith in the local police. He had been in high spirits, having earlier been advised by a henchman that the task had successfully been completed. He was so looking forward to seeing Payal crushed by his revenge. But now things appeared to have spiralled out of control. 

His plan may have succeeded if the ambush that was being prepared had been carried out as the target approached Lahore. Being late at the scene meant that they had to wait for Payal's parents to return after the doctor's appointment, which wasted many hours. When the target vehicles were finally spotted and blocked with the use of a truck and other barriers, the assassins were surprised that the persons inside began firing with deadly accuracy. When a half dozen of the intended attackers went down, the remaining few dropped their weapons and surrendered. One was the driver that usually took Haqnawaz around and this person was forced to make the false call to suggest all was well. 

Haqnawaz could not believe what had happened when heavily armed personnel broke into the haveli and took him into custody. The US Embassy had immediately connected with the Army and the Anti-Terrorism force and thanks to the missed first opportunity a unit had managed to intercept her parents just as they finished the visit to the doctor in Lahore. Just to ensure that there would be no reprisals or kooky attacks at their homes by friends or supporters of Haqnawaz, the parents were temporarily taken to a major hotel in Islamabad. Payal and her kids were also moved there for the time being. In addition, Ruqaiya, who had been the whistle blower was also brought over for her safety and to tend to Payal's immediate family and was happily roomed with her kids. 

Payal had already talked to Shahnawaz who was heading back in a hurry. Another call had come in from Mike who assured her that the US Embassy would help her family should any issues arise. Naziran also got the news through a TV broadcast and though still married to Haqnawaz, conveyed her satisfaction at the safety of the family and the arrest of her husband. She had also learned that her sister was the reason that Payal's parents were safe and was very glad she had correctly sent her to their house when the siblings had shown up on her doorstep. 

"I am so very grateful," Payal was in tears as she thanked Amos in person for his intervention and help. He had come up to her room to talk things over in person and in private. 

"No need for that, any red-blooded gentleman would have done the same," he gallantly deflected the appreciation.

"I have no idea how I can thank you," Payal replied, ready at the moment to do anything he asked including spreading out naked and letting him fuck her to his heart's desire in whichever orifice he preferred. She had dressed up in a very fashionable saree, knew that she oozed sensuality, and imagined that this would be fair reward for his help.

Not getting a verbal answer, Payal moved close to Amos, put her arms around his neck and joined her lips to his for a deep kiss. Amos grabbed around her bare waist with one arm and pressed her inwards. The other hand caressed her ass, thigh and then a breast. Finding that Payal did not stop him, his hand loosened the clasp at the back of her blouse, letting the piece drop on one side and allowing him contact with her boob directly. Payal now waited for him to start undressing and fucking her in earnest. But after an extended moment with their mouths together and tongues intertwining, while his hand massaged her breast, Amos slowly pushed her back.

"That was nice and I truly appreciate your thanks," Amos held Payal at arm's length with her right breast uncovered and visible, "it's just that Mike and family are quite close to me."

Payal was not surprised that Amos had placed friendship over carnal pleasure, but she was also somewhat taken aback that he had turned her down. As she fixed her blouse to cover up, she wondered if she was losing her looks or if Amos was gay. Neither of the two possibilities appeared to apply as he was certainly sporting an uncomfortable erection in his pants.

"Please don't get me wrong, you are exceedingly desirable and I hate to turn down such a generous offer," he continued, "but given how close you are to Mike I feel this would be inappropriate."

"I understand," was all Payal could muster, now realizing that Amos knew her relationship with Mike was not at all platonic, "but is there any other way I could express my gratitude."

"I hate to be so forward, but I am only in town for a few more days and I am wondering if I can ask the young lady who broke the news to you out for dinner," Amos responded, "she clearly does not have your looks or class, but I think she is very attractive and it would also give me an opportunity to practice my Urdu and Punjabi!"

VII

"I don't think you should imagine things are fixed," Payal warned Shahnawaz, "your brother is a dangerous man even if he has been sentenced to a ten year jail term. 

"Sweetheart, he has continued to play the political patronage game and once again he has lost," Shahnawaz was smug about things, "I doubt he can wiggle out of this one."

Word of the planned assassination, the arrest and the involvement of Naziran's sister had all become common news. Naziran had remained in England as the film shooting had been extended by a couple of weeks and she had also done some interviews for a number of magazines. Payal and Shahnawaz's extended families waited to hear what would happen next. The intense media attention, however, had given Payal and Shahnawaz a reason to take a trip to the Seychelles.

Lying on the rocky ground, just above where the waves were crashing onto the shore, Payal was providing good reason for Shahnawaz to be aroused. She was not wearing a bikini, but was rather overdressed compared to prior occasions at beach locations. She lay back, letting him catch soak in the scenery that his lovely wife had enhanced. Payal's was wearing a multi-coloured short skirt over a light blue swimsuit. Her long and shapely legs were bare except for a fashionable set of designer clogs. As experienced elsewhere, she had turned heads and certainly become the object of desire for many who were unable to possess her. 

They had found a relatively uninhabited place, which was not so difficult to do as the islands had scores of nooks and crannies, each having an unforgettable vista. Not so far from the shore an immense rock jutted out from the ocean, creating an eddy in the water nearby. 

"So what do you think will be the verdict?" Payal probed.

"To be frank, the normal court should have easily found him guilty, but somehow he has managed to get it moved to a Shariah Court," Shahnawaz replied. 

Those courts were relatively new inventions, designed by Zia-ul-Haq and his religious party cronies to beat down any opposition from anti-mullah elements, notably women, educated folk and liberals. Haqnawaz had petitioned his case be moved from an anti-terrorism court since he was a Muslim and deserved such justice. The ruling party, to which he belonged, had pulled strings to have the trial moved.

Payal pulled a bottle of pop from a small cooler she was carrying and took a swig from it. Though the temperature was a balmy 75 degrees, the sun shone brightly and she was thirsty. As she did so an errant line of soda ran down her chin to her breasts, prompting Shahnawaz to cuddle up and lick the liquid off her body. His mouth kept rising up till their lips were locked passionately. One hand caressed Payal's left leg from ankle to thigh, then ended up resting on her crotch.

"You know we are in a wide open space," she reminded him, "and there are people about."

"That's true," he agreed, "but almost all of them are closer to the water and at a distance from us."

With that he spread her legs, came atop and pushed down, starting another long kiss. Payal worked her fingers to move aside the bottom of the swimsuit a bit, so he could access her cunt. Shahnawaz released his cock through one side of his trunks and entered her after a bit of intricate lining up of their unclothed parts. The edge of her swimsuit rubbed up against his cock as he pushed in and out, increasing the friction on his tool. At the same time the eroticism of the moment was heightened by the fact that they were fucking out in the open, in complete view of anyone who would care to take a slightly longer than average look at them. 

Soon as his cock had entered her cunt, neither Payal nor Shahnzwaz gave a damn about anybody else showing an interest in their coupling. To the best of their knowledge there was no edict prohibiting their public display of affection and indeed they had seen many other folks nude, topless and in the process of kissing or more during their stay on the island. 

"Stay in me," Payal whispered into his ear right after he had delivered his load into her. Shahnawaz allowed her to come atop, still connected by their nether regions. Slowly, yet deliberately, she began to raise and lower herself on his regenerated appendage. The throaty moan that finally emanated from him just as he came a second time could be heard by those as far as fifty feet away. This time Payal disengaged by standing up and fixed her swimsuit to cover her cunt. Shahnawaz also put his penis back under wraps.

"You are a very lucky guy, she is absolutely gorgeous," an older couple had come right up to them just as they had finished rearranging their clothing, "and boy did you give us some great memories of things we did on our own honeymoon!"

Shahnawaz turned a healthy shade of red knowing that they had been watched while coupling. Payal, meanwhile, could not suppress a serious bout of giggling. The 50-ish couple joined in the laughter and soon Shahnawaz was involved in the banter.

"We're not on our honeymoon," Payal corrected their impression, "we've been married for nearly twenty years!"

"And you can still fuck like rabbits!" the lady remarked, obviously impressed. Now it was Payal's turn to turn pink.

"To be frank if I had a missus as pretty as this young lady, I'd be a rabbit too," the gentleman interjected, getting an elbow in the gut from his wife. 

"Sorry we did not mean to pry or be rude," the lady continued, "but it is so refreshing to see a couple still truly in love despite so many years of marriage."

Marjorie and Brian Huntington-Jones turned out to be senior bureaucrats in the British Civil Service, who were taking a semi-annual holiday. Brian, while shorter than Shahnawaz, appeared to have the build of a soldier, and indeed had been a Commando in his earlier life prior to becoming part of the Home Ministry. Marjorie had initially been a paralegal and had risen within the Law Ministry. The one thing that both Shahnawaz and Payal noticed was that they were both rather good looking for their age. 

Unsurprisingly, given that both couples were in a foreign land, a friendship developed quickly and with ease. In addition, things were helped by the fact that Shahnawaz and Marjorie got involved in a serious discussion on Shariah Law relative to the British codes that Pakistan had inherited. Payal and Brian also found common ground on policy relating to gender inequalities in Britain and Pakistan. Things were aided further by the fact that the hotels the two couples were staying at were located less than 200 yards from each other and shared a beach and many other facilities. 

A significant consumption of wine and other drinks reduced inhibitions by the time dinner was done. The Huntington-Joneses had graciously invited Payal and Shahnawaz to join them for a fantastic seafood feast that had already lasted for three hours. Payal picked up on two undercurrents throughout the evening. Firstly, Brian could not help keep his eyes off her. It was not his fault as she had dressed very alluringly, with a white chemise thin enough to show white lingerie underneath. The chemise reached down just a bit further than a miniskirt and showed off her legs and much of her thighs. A couple of times, Brian had dropped his hand to squeeze her legs as a joke or a point was made. To be frank, Shahnawaz had also taken one look at the dress, when they had returned to their room to change in the early evening, pushed her down on the bed and forced himself into her pussy from behind. Payal had decided to forego a shower as she had already completed her make-up and still carried whatever odor of recent sexual activity that her perfume was unable to mask.

The second observation was that Marjorie was quite handsy with Shahnawaz as they continued their legal discourse, frequently touching some part of his body, getting no objection from him. She had a smashing figure and also none of the furrows and loose skin that would identify her as being at least ten years older than Shahnawaz. Payal sensed that Marjorie could easily pass for someone much younger. Shahnawaz was totally engrossed in the discussion and in Marjorie and oblivious to Payal and Brian's topic. 

"The water here is so nice to swim in," Brian mentioned. 

"Actually the beach here is a bit too rocky and the water too cold for my liking," Payal replied.

"So you haven't been to the cove with the warmer water?"

Payal obviously had not been to such a place. Given the somewhat cooler weather on these beaches compared to Dubai or Malaysia, she had not been able to try out her selection of swimsuits. It did not take long for Brian to convince her to leave Shahnawaz and Marjorie to their discussion, and to walk over to the location with him. Shahnawaz gave a quick nod of approval as did Marjorie. 

"Wait just a moment," Brian stopped her just as they exited the patio area and reached the sandy beach, "your footwear is not suitable to be worn here. 

With that he bent down, lifted her left leg and removed the high-heeled shoe she had worn in the expectation that a trip to a club or disco would be forthcoming. In another moment, he repeated the action and bared her right foot too. He pulled out a small plastic pouch from his pockets, dropped the shoes inside and slung the sac over his shoulders.

The walk was not as short as Brian had indicated, but by and by Payal was at a pretty looking cove, which did not seem particularly deep. Indeed as Brian had told her, she felt that the water was warmer than at the hotel beach when she waded in to about her knees. Apparently this had something to do both with ocean currents and with some underground fissure activity. The night was moonlit but the place was deserted. 

"Go ahead and jump in, "Brian suggested.

"I'd love to but am not really dressed for a swim," Payal protested.

"But you are wearing what looks like a bikini to me underneath your blouse," Brian reminded her, while concurrently removing his own shirt to reveal a well-proportioned body. He had been wearing a pair of swim trunks all along.

"Okay, it does look inviting," Payal ventured and placing her chemise with his shirt and things, walked all the way into the water in her bra and panties as far as her toes still felt the ground. The temperature was absolutely gorgeous and she wondered why Shahnawaz had not brought her here in the three days they had already been on the island. 

Payal had expected that there would be some contact with Brian while they were in the water, given that he had touched her a few times too many at dinner, but he acted like a true gentleman and stayed a decent distance away. Soon she realized that they had been gone for longer than would have been expected and motioned that they should head back. Brian agreed and got to the shore ahead of her. As she neared the beach and strode out of the water, she noted Brian had a dumbstruck expression on his face. It took a moment or two for her to realize that the white lingerie she was wearing had gone totally transparent and that he was getting a fantastic eyeful of her glorious body. Turning red, she brought an arm across her breasts and put the other hand over her pussy. 

"You need to quickly dry off," Brian suggested as she went to retrieve her chemise, "it is somewhat cold outside and you can get real sick if the water evaporates directly from your body."

"But we did not bring a towel."

In an instant, Brian was standing next to her, rubbing her body down with his shirt. In the process he unhooked her bra and also pulled her panties down. Payal, now completely nude, was not sure what to say as he continued to dry her breasts, legs, back and private parts.

"I suggest we leave these garments to dry for a bit," Brian suggested, "the air should do that in a half hour or so." In a moment he had her lingerie hanging in a way to catch the drying breeze. A minute later he was also standing naked having also put his own shirt and trunks out to dry. 

"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I should have thought about bringing a towel, but this was such a spur of the moment plan."

Payal had at first tried covering as much of her body as she could with her chemise as the clothes dried out. This was more trouble than help, given the wind and wet sand around and after a while she decided to leave the garment off her body rather than also getting it wet or muddy. As she sat bare naked and cross-legged, she wondered if Marjorie and Shahnawaz had ended their conversation and were now concerned about their absence. By now she had lost the early inhibition of being undressed in Brian's presence and accepted the fact for the time being. 

"Are you getting chilly?" Brian asked in a concerned voice when he noticed her shiver suddenly as a wind gust blew their way.

"To be frank it has turned colder than I thought," Payal's teeth began to chatter as she spoke.

Brian sat down right in front of Payal and spread his legs so they were on either side of her. He then grabbed her ankles and pulled her a few inches forward so that their privates came into contact. With a swift motion he lifted her legs over his own, bringing them around his waist and allowing her feet to rest on the ground behind his body. His arms caressed her and he started to massage Payal's back, neck and waist. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10



"Please do not get the wrong idea," Brian whispered into her ear, "I can absolutely assure you this massage should warm you up while the clothes dry out."

Payal just stammered a thank you, nearly speechless at the ease with which Brian had separated her from the dinner conversation, convinced her to swim in her lingerie, removed her wet clothing, and now had his penis nestled right up against her cunt. Yet she was somewhat relieved, her body was feeling the warmth from the massage, from the closeness of his body, and from the hardening of his member as it grew while in contact with her pussy. Surprisingly she felt aroused as he first worked on her neck and then rubbed her breasts and legs. At some point she dropped almost listless into his embrace, letting him place his hands wherever he felt. 

Brian put his lips on her neck and slowly kissed it. Getting no resistance, he than kissed her cheek. Taking things a bit further, he took his chin in his hand and kissed her on the mouth. Voicelessly Payal then allowed him to push her back onto the sand, still leaving their legs intertwined. He moved his torso slightly to align his cock with her vagina and pushed it through the already moistening opening. His mouth closed over hers and his hands pinned her arms to the ground. She should have fought him off, as a properly married woman would have done. On the other hand, a properly married woman would not have taken a late night stroll with a stranger late at night or sat down completely nude next to him either. Payal responded positively to the dual thrusts of his cock and tongue, her legs knotting behind his back and pulling him further into her orifices. As Brian fucked her, she reasoned that while she could be tarred and feathered as an improper woman, she was indeed a happily married person and that indiscretions, whether his or hers, had never been made public and had never come between Shahnawaz and herself. 

"Payal, you are so hot and sexy," Brian uttered as he licked her neck and pushed his cock into her, "I am so glad to have run across you today."

Payal again wondered what to say. On one hand he had complimented her beauty and passion. On the other he had suggested that she had been easy to bed. She thought that he was right on both accounts. Firstly, she was sexy and there was no reason to be humble about that. Secondly, she had indeed spread her legs for a number of lovers. 

"Did you just say that I am easy!" she jibed.

Brian stopped in mid-stroke and had a pained look on his face when he responded, "not at all, wonderful people like you just do not enter my life."

"Okay not-so-wonderful guy, just do not come in me," Payal whispered back, "I may have a hard time explaining any unintended consequences."

Brian chuckled and began to ram into her with increased vigour. Perhaps it was his age or maybe it was his level of sexual experience that allowed him to prolong their lovemaking for nearly an hour. Payal was on the umpteenth orgasm when he began to pant in earnest and pulled out of her just in time. His ejaculate ended up all over her torso. 

"Oops, seems we have to clean you again," Brian said as he led her to the edge of the water and washed off the stickiness. 

Brian carried her back to where the clothes were and tossed his own shirt to her so she could dry off again. Next he tripped her with a leg, so that she landed softly on the sand with her legs splayed. As she tried to sit up, he placed his mouth on her cunt and began to lick away. When he was finally finished with eating her out some twenty minutes later, Payal had come so many times she could barely get up to dress. She was happy, however, to find that her lingerie was bone dry.

Nearly three hours after leaving their spouses at the dining table, Payal and Brian returned to the restaurant to find a message that Shahnawaz and Marjorie would be waiting in Brian's hotel room. Just as he was about to insert the card key, Brian stopped and asked Payal to place her ear on the door. The sounds of sex were unmistakable. It seemed that Marjorie had used her cougarish charm to get Shahnawaz into her bed, while Payal was away. 

"Well it appears that what is good for the gander is also good for the goose," Brian mused as Payal wondered about what to do next. She could not help think that the separation of partners did not appear as incidental as it was being made to seem. Yet she had no way of knowing for sure that Brian and Marjorie had somehow managed to get them to inadvertently swing. In any case, there was no sense fretting about spilt milk, she had already fucked Brian and Shahnawaz was giving Marjorie a go that very moment. Returning to the lobby, Brian asked the concierge to call the room in an hour and to advise that he had walked over to drop Payal at her nearby hotel. 

Payal's balcony overlooked the entrance to her hotel and was immediately picked out by Brian as the right place where to continue his sexual encounter with her. As they took in the scenery from the high floor, Brian bared Payal again. He took a few minutes sucking on her tits, fingering her cunt and deep kissing her mouth. Pushing her back after a while, he dropped his pants and surprisingly for his age, had another erection. Now she settled down on her knees in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. 

"Did you guys trick us into exchanging partners?" Payal blurted out, after one particularly long drag with her mouth on his cock. 

"That's a hell of an accusation," Brian protested.

Payal tightened her handhold on the trunk of his cock, took about a fourth of his member into her mouth and placed her teeth threateningly on the bare skin. "I had better get a true answer in five seconds or I will bite down with all my strength," she promised.

"Okay, okay, our meeting was not all by chance," Brian confessed, a drop of sweat falling off his brow. For a moment he thought it was goodbye to his sex life. "Marjorie and I saw you a couple of days ago at the airport and then at the beach and figured you seem like the kind of folks we would like to know better."

"But how did you know we would both end up having sex with you two?" Payal probed.

"We are experienced swingers and our holidays are excellent opportunities to meet interesting people like yourself," Brian spilled the beans, "and to be frank you guys are really most interesting!"

"And are you indeed employed with the British Government or is that story also smoke?"

"Oh no, we are very much who we say we are."

"And how did you know we would end up having sex?"

"It was first a hunch, then as we looked for opportunity to approach, you guys provided us an in with your activities in the open this morning," he went on, "and we figured if you were adventurous enough for sex in a public space, you may also be amenable to swinging."

Brian had let everything out. They had indeed been swinging for a while and were looking for a suitable couple at the time. Payal and Shahnawaz had unknowingly fit the bill and the sexual union involving the four of them was now completed. To be frank there was no harm done and no foul committed, rather Payal surmised that both sets of partners had experienced a bit of otherwise harmless diversity. At this juncture she realized that his cock was still firmly in her hand and just an inch from her mouth. 

"So do you want me to continue with the biting or with something else?" 

Brian felt the tension that had built up inside him release just as Payal looked up and uttered the words to indicate she believed him. 

"I'd love to fuck you in the ass!" he answered but suddenly looked alert, "though it appears that your husband is about five minutes away from reaching the hotel."

Payal started to get up but saw a look of need on his face. After all she had been sucking on his cock for a while. Understanding immediately she increased the speed with which she licked and also started a hand massage. She took his penis out of her mouth, just as he released and aimed it outwards. Luckily nobody was downstairs to be hit by the falling jism from the balcony, least of all Shahnawaz! Brian dressed up in less than a minute, pulled Payal close, gave her a deep kiss, sucked on her nipples for a moment, pecked her lips again, squeezed her rear, jumped out the door and headed for the stairs to avoid her husband. Just as he got to the staircase, the elevators pinged to indicate Shahnawaz had arrived.

There was absolutely no time to dress up, given that her husband was at the door. Thinking smartly, Payal jumped into the bed completely naked and pulled the cover over herself. She imagined that Shahnawaz would find it odd that she was not wearing a nightie, but was herself surprised when he quickly dispensed with a visit to the bathroom and then collapsed into bed. He was in a deep sleep in no time. On one hand Payal figured he was exhausted from first repeatedly fucking her in the daytime and then taking Marjorie at night. On the other, she was miffed that he did not at least wonder why she was naked in bed. 

Some of Payal's misgivings went away just as the sun broached the horizon. As the rays of light streamed in through the window, Shahnawaz pressed up against her. Almost on cue, Payal straightened herself and he came on top to bury his cock into her vagina. In no time they were oohing and aahing with gusto. Any plans of taking her ire out on him for ignoring her naked form in bed went out the window. 

"I'm sorry I was just so tired last night," he let her know once they had both come and were now recuperating while lying side by side, "I saw you were naked and ready in bed but I was knackered."

"So did Marjorie wear you down?" Payal wondered how he would respond to the misplaced query.

"We actually talked well past midnight concerning the attempt on your parents and even had a call with our lawyers in Lahore," he surprised her with new information, "it seems that Haqnawaz may succeed in getting acquitted in the Shariat Court."

For an instant Payal wondered if the sounds of mating she had heard were not what she thought, but the timeline changed her mind. Brian had brought her to his hotel at just after eleven, and Shahnawaz had reached home around one. While the other information was true, Shahnawaz was not going to fess up to fucking Marjorie. 

"So how did your walk with Brian go, it seemed like an awfully long time for you to be gone?" Shahnawaz asked.

"Very nice indeed, the cove is indeed warm and beautiful," Payal parried his pointed question. 

"And did you go for a swim," he asked, "I don't recall you having a swimsuit on?"

"It was warm enough to swim in my lingerie," Payal responded, "Brian's a harmless older man after all and maybe I provided him some reason to go fuck Marjorie later in the night!" She noticed that her husband blanched at the mention of Marjorie being fucked. 

"What else?" Shahnawaz probed, surprised by the rather candid answer from his wife. 

"Just a long discussion on women's rights, until he dropped me back, much before you returned." There was no reason for her to provide all the truth either. She hoped that Brian would heed her parting words that no mention of their tryst should reach her husband and imagined Shahnawaz would have made a similar arrangement at his end with Marjorie.

"So should we plan to meet up with them again on our trip?"

"I think we have both had enough of serious conversation with Brian and Marjorie and I would rather have you all to myself and at some other isolated beach on this wonderfully multi-island paradise!"

VIII

Just as Shahnawaz predicted, the Shariat Court acquitted Haqnawaz in the murder attempt case. The fact that no actual murder had been committed became a paramount issue in his defence. The henchmen who had been waylaid by the Anti-Terrorist team and lived were given short sentences and generally released on the basis of time served. 

The crux of the case against Haqnawaz was the testimony of Ruqaiya. Despite the fact the two servants she had heard talking also confirmed that she was speaking the truth, the Court let him off on an odd technicality. This was the fact that as a woman her testimony was only considered to be worth half as much as that of a man. Thus in the absence of one whole testifier, since she was as per the convoluted law a half-person, no case existed and the accused was let off. 

Shahnawaz already had a feeling about the verdict when he placed a call along with Marjorie to the legal team. Indeed, as he had told Payal, the majority of time together was spent discussing the case and other legal issues. Given Marjorie's position in the Law Ministry, she was in an excellent guru to provide both advice and direction. Shahnawaz had been delighted to meet her and was putty in her hands when she plied him with significant amounts of alcohol and gave him a neck and back massage. There was almost no contest, when she pushed him onto her bed, undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. He had neither sense nor care of the age difference between Marjorie and himself. In just a few minutes as she climbed onto his cock and began to display the moves she had learned in her years of swinging, Shahnawaz soon began to appreciate the value of experience. In fact he did so a couple of times before the call that Payal and Brian were going to his hotel had been received. 

"Kehndey ney saali tey adhi ghar wali hondi weh, chal tenu wi aj ghar ja key poori randi hi banawan ga teri behan di tarah" (It is said that a sister is like half a wife, so when we get home I will turn you into a complete whore like that sister of yours). 

Just as the court emptied after the decision, Haqnawaz came within earshot of Ruqaiya and made this veiled threat that chilled her blood. Fearing for her life, Ruqaiya was able to call on Amos at the US State Department to arrange safe haven. In no time at all, she joined Naziran is London where the actress was in the process of wrapping up her movie. Her dinner with Amos, following the assassination attempt, had gone better than expected for both of them. She had accepted because Payal had requested her to, he had asked her since she was a looker. She found that his Urdu and Punjabi were reasonably good given that he had been in Pakistan for some time. 

Ruqaiya had found Amos to be charming and funny. A second date happened the very next day. By the time he left a week later, they had progressed to the point where a couple of nights had been spent together in bed. He had helped exorcise some of the demons of the mistreatment her father and brothers had given in past years, she had given him the best possible send-off to his new location, London. Any plans to return to Pakistan were put on hold as both sisters were fast-tracked to receive residency in Britain. A few months later, she was noticed by a fashion photographer as she came out of a restaurant with Amos. Shortly after that she had signed with a major fashion house and her face adorned covers all over the world. 

Shahnawaz was happy that Payal was outside the country just as Haqnawaz was restored to his position of prominence by his political party. In the only meeting the brothers had since the case was dismissed, Haqnawaz had sworn a blood oath against many including his own siblings. As a first step the case against Shahnawaz, that had been taken back when the agreement to buy the local property occurred, was now refiled. 

Naziran was furious at the threat to her sister. It was time to start repaying Haqnawaz for the lifetime of pain he had caused. A few years earlier a Pakistani lady had written an expose about her feudal minister husband that had set off a firestorm in the country. With Payal's help, it was time to put her story in front of the world. Just as the year neared its close, Naziran's book, ghost-written by Payal, hit the markets. In many ways it compared to the earlier bestseller, My Feudal Lord. But in other ways it was different, being the story of a nobody rising to a position of prominence. The poignant description of the sexual antics of the people Naziran had been with rocked the established system, given that a number of politicians, movie personalities, military men, industrialists and lawyers were named as her sexual partners. 

A series of wholesale divorces occurred for many of the involved menfolk. To push the dagger even further into Haqnawaz, who still was her husband, Naziran agreed to some added scenes in the film. In the first she was lustily kissed by a British officer. In the second, her back was completely bared from the waist up as she was the object of rape by some brigands. Adding insult to injury was the fact that these added elements in the film helped her secure a BAFTA best supporting actress nomination and even Oscar consideration. Overnight, Haqnawaz became both the object of derision and one of pity among the elite classes. He was rarely invited to major events, omitted from government meetings and kept away from being at any religious ceremonies. 

IX

"Do you absolutely have to go tomorrow?" Payal was adamant that Shahnawaz not make the trip to Faisalabad and Lahore over the next few days from the relative sanctuary of her parents' village residence. 

"You know we cannot keep postponing court summons given the power Haqnawaz has," he responded, "and I do not want a situation where the judge rules for him while we are absent."

While the legal system in Pakistan was pathetically slow, Haqnawaz had worked his connections to ensure that his fraud case against Shahnawaz had been fast tracked. Payal had been on her husband's case ever since the summons had arrived. She had tried to talk sense, cajole and even beg him to miss this particular hearing. 

When nothing else had worked, she tried the usual enticement, herself in the sexiest attire possible. Payal had swayed into the bedroom in the laciest piece of lingerie she possessed. This was a gauzy black number that was transparent all the way from her knees to just under her boobs. Adding appeal was the fact that the bra was opaque. The slightest bikini bottom complemented the dress and a pair of black pumps completed the get-up. To Shahnawaz, Payal was desirable even when thoroughly plain, dressed in this manner and with full make-up she was sexiness personified.

"I have another two dozen of these sexy dresses," she told him, "dancing to keep out of his reach."

"And to get the full effect I have to stay for the next two dozen nights!"

"I see that you are learning very fast," Payal cooed as she jumped onto the bed and sat with her knees under her body.

Shahnawaz grabbed for her and the kiss they started took a good ten minutes to finish. He lay her down on the bed and took her shoes off. Starting by kissing the small toe, he kissed them all on one foot and then the other. His mouth worked up to the top of her feet, then to her ankles and shins, up to her knees, then made it to her thighs and finally arrived at her pussy. Payal squealed with delight as he tongued her after sliding the panty off. He stuck his head under her shirt and began to kiss her tummy, ultimately getting his mouth on her tits. Payal struggled to remove the garment as she did not want it ripped up. 

"You are going to leave this and go off on your trip," she pointed at her nude body as Shahnawaz removed his own clothes, "you must be smoking something seriously hallucinogenic these days!"

"With a drug like you around," Shahnawaz whispered as he joined his body to hers, "I have absolutely no need for anything else to make me lose my mind."

Payal felt she had hit all the right buttons as Shahnawaz ploughed into her with intensity, yet she had not managed to get the desired answer on his trip intent so far. She began to match her husband stroke for stroke and smartly slowed things down whenever he looked ready to go over the edge. As for herself, his statement declaring that she was a potent drug had already caused her to come even prior to penetration. Since he had embedded himself, her pussy had been giving up its fluids with regularity. Payal flipped Shahnawaz over and came atop. Lifting her cunt a few inches up on his cock, she began to buck in earnest. The wetness inside Payal, however, had reduced if not eliminated any friction and it took Shahnawaz quite a further while to finally erupt into her. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10



Payal jumped off and ran out into the bathroom. When she emerged twenty minutes later, she was wearing a completely different but yet equally sexy red outfit. Shahnawaz was up in a flash and another bout of extreme fucking followed. This scenario was repeated two more times before Shahnawaz and Payal finally collapsed. 

As she awoke, Payal put her hand over to where Shahnawaz should have been lying and instead found an empty space. A short note gave her the news she had hoped was going to be avoided. A call had been received from the lawyers that the only way to not have the judge rule adversely was to appear in person and request a delay due to new information discovered. He had already left more than an hour prior to her waking up and trying to call him back would be futile as he would already be halfway to Lahore. 

X

She had hardly finished breakfast when a call from the emergency room of the United Christian Hospital in Lahore was received. Shahnawaz was in critical condition, not because any overt attempt appeared to have been made on his life, but because of a serious traffic accident. He had just reached the outskirts of the city when a truck had sped directly at him and crushed his vehicle. The driver and guard, who were sitting in the front seats of his car, were already dead. 

In her heart Payal knew that this was no accident and that Haqnawaz was somehow involved. Yet the Police report from the scene and witness statements all pointed to the fact that a sleep-deprived truck driver had crossed the median and hit Shahnawaz's car. It was a type of accident that was far too common on the dusty and narrow roads of Pakistan. 

Payal and others made it to the hospital just prior to eleven in the morning. The doctors only allowed her through. One look at the extent of the injuries and his uneven breathing told her that widowhood was just a matter of time. Shahnawaz was awake and recognized her immediately as she touched his uninjured arm tenderly.

"I love you," he said, bringing tears that she fought back with great difficulty.

"Rest now and do not worry," she advised him, "you are going to be fine."

"It was Haqnawaz's gunman driving the truck, not the fellow the police have arrested," Shahnawaz spoke with difficulty, "I recognized him just as the collision happened." The true culprit had either run away or been let off with the connivance of the investigating authorities. The involvement of Haqnawaz was established but she knew that there was not going to be any action taken against him. 

"Stop please, focus on getting well," she pleaded, "and we will leave this damn place as soon as possible."

"I will always love you," he slowly spoke, "even after I am gone!"

As Payal readied to respond she saw him shut his eyes and take a laboured breath. All movement stopped and she screamed for the attendants. The doctors tried hard to revive Shahnawaz but the damage was too great and after a while he was declared dead.

As she now sat alone on her bed, the sheets still smelling of her husband and the essence of lovemaking, she wondered if the stars had finally completely aligned against her. The body had been released by the hospital and taken to the village. As per Islamic custom, the burial was conducted before the setting of the sun. Shahnawaz, her best friend, lover, husband, partner, mentor, confidante and source of support was no longer there to provide confidence. The future seemed extremely bleak and the weight of the world was on her shoulders. She had no idea what would happen in the next days, weeks and months. The amount of curses she had heaped on Haqnawaz was substantial but did not help give her solace. All she now wanted was the earth to open up and swallow her, him and everything whole so that the pain would end. It would ultimately but not as quickly as she hoped.



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 11



I

Payal felt that her world had ended now that Shahnawaz no longer was around to support and love her. Rather than things improving, given that he had been very successful in his business ventures and Payal had gained a name in journalism, everything had collapsed around her instead. 

Within hours of his demise, scores of people had descended to express their grief and anger, including lots of businessmen, politicians, media folk, relatives and others. Religious dictate suggested that she was to stay away from all males excepting those in the immediate family during the four month mourning period required to ensure whether or not she was pregnant at the time she was widowed. Rather than dealing with powerful men, whom she had often handled with consummate ease, she instead was subjected to weeks of weepy and unhelpful female acquaintances that were able to meet and generally bother her. Of course talking over the phone to men like Mike Whittaker or Clarence was not an issue and most of the real heartfelt condolences came from such quarters. Even Muzamil and Michael called and promised to help in any way. Payal figured that Michael was probably true to his word but Muzamil was hoping that she would prove to be easy prey now that her husband was gone. 

The one notable absence throughout was Haqnawaz. Despite the fact that his wife Parveen and son Paijoo were present at all the important junctures during the funeral and the subsequent ceremonies, Haqnawaz did not make an appearance. Naziran had called from London and expressed her inability to condole in person as she feared for her life if back in Pakistan. Yet he did send one message, a strange note that he would like bygones to be bygones and so was dropping his lawsuit against Shahnawaz and his company once again. The fact was that with his brother dead, there was really no way forward with the lawsuit anyway. 

The four month waiting period appeared to stretch out forever, but Payal took it one day at a time. The one thing that steadied her was her hatred for Haqnawaz. The other factor was that both her children were not yet at the age of majority and needed her to be around as a sensible parent. Both had grown significantly during the difficult time. Nida, now thirteen, was beginning to show signs of a developing bustline and had much of her mother's good looks. Her son had a sudden growth spurt and all indications were that he would possess a better physique than his father or any of his other relatives in future. The children ensured that Payal was well cared for, his visitors monitored, and all manner of business handled. Of course, both had the benefit of having known Clarence since childhood and could easily discuss matters with him or take advice. Clarence had temporarily assigned Caroline to handle the business end for Shahnawaz until further actions could be taken with Payal's input. The arrangement worked well as she was able to visit Pakistan every few weeks to update on the situation and to help Payal cope with her sorrow. 

Just as things appeared to have settled down a new issue arose with Haqnawaz again being the main player. As no will had been presented anywhere, he had moved the courts to declare that Shahnawaz was intestate. Furthermore, as the only brother, he laid claim to a large part of his dead brother's holdings. Normally a case like of this would take years even to reach a judge. Haqnawaz had, however, used his political connections to have things rushed through while Payal was in her state of mourning. By the time the news reached Payal and she could seek any legal advice, the best her lawyers could do was delay the hearing to a week after her period of mourning ended. Panic set into Payal's heart as she saw Haqnawaz not only being responsible for her husband's death but also now trying to usurp the rights of his wife and children. 

News of the new situation quickly reached Payal's family, his sisters, well-wishers and others. By and large a barrage of curses and recriminations descended upon Haqnawaz. The voices of his wives, Parveen and Naziran were among the loudest in condemnation of his actions. The only person who was okay with this was Paijoo, who appeared to have discovered some new reason to hate his dead uncle's wife. Despite pleas from many quarters to dispose of the ridiculous lawsuit, Haqnawaz stuck to his guns, and Payal steeled herself for whatever ill-tidings the hearings would deliver. 

II

"I am so lost," Payal sobbed as Clarence tightly held her in more of a brotherly embrace, rather than one of a lover, "Haqnawaz has just not gone away for all these years and still is tormenting us."

Clarence had decided to visit Pakistan just as Payal's waiting period had ended and a few days remained to the hearing. Rather than finding the usual confident woman, he was saddened to see a near wreck. She still looked good, even in her relatively unkempt state, but the sexual spark appeared to have totally vanished. Her stance betrayed a slouch and she kept losing track of her conversations. Clearly her internal mourning was nowhere close to ending.

"Do you think that we are going to let you suffer the way that bastard thinks?" Clarence was sharp and to the point, "take my word everything will work out just alright."

"I just want this all to end," she whimpered, "just tell him to take it all and leave us alone."

"Oh I could, but do you really believe he will stop asking for more if you concede anything now?" Clarence made perfect sense.

Caroline joined the conversation suggesting that Payal needed to face up to her future and to get back on the saddle. "I am certain that a trip away from here, just for a few days, will do wonders for you."

"I really would like that but Haqnawaz has obtained a court order barring me from leaving the province till the case is settled," Payal advised.

"Okay then, stay for now but at least get yourself fixed up so you can stare Haqnawaz down when he loses," Clarence almost barked at her.

"How can you be so sure that he will lose?"

"Let's not worry too much about technicalities," Caroline piped up, "but promise me that you will go along with whatever I suggest once this is all behind us."

Payal saw no reason to argue as she knew that the deck was stacked against her even if her friends thought otherwise, "fine, I'll do whatever you want if we do not lose."

"But for now, you are going to get yourself prepped and primped for the hearing," said Caroline, "you need to look confident and stunning and we are going to a spa right now!"

III

Payal felt that her insides were exploding. While having had sex with a number of men during the past few years, she had never experienced her cunt being as fully occupied as it was at the present time. Jonathan, the tall, hulking Kenyan had his enormous member buried deep into her and was pumping without mercy. As he withdrew a significant part out and then rammed it back into her, she screamed with abandon, unable to move as he had his way. Jonathan was fucking her while lying on a bed and with Payal facing away from him. One of his hands rubbed her breasts and held her body close to his. Payal was surprised that despite the acrobatic angle of his attack, his cock was reaching into parts of her she had never before allowed anyone to get to. At the same time, Eddie, another Kenyan with a similar build, held his cock in front of her so she could such on it, whenever Jonathan allowed her to sit up a bit. Jonathan had been going non-stop for the better part of ten minutes and Payal had visions that he would penetrate all the way through to her back. 

Payal looked to one side as a deep sigh temporarily distracted her from her own ordeal. Caroline Chen was on all fours, sucking on the penis of a third black man, while a fourth went at her pussy from behind. All of a sudden the intense concentration on Jonathan's face relaxed and his cock pulsated as his load was released into the condom. Payal relaxed, having come umpteen times since he entered her and noted that the sac was bulging as it exited her pussy.

Expecting a respite after the intense fuck, Payal was quickly shocked back to reality as Eddie lay down on a large couch, hoisted her over his cock and let go, instantly allowing him to penetrate all the way through. She instinctively wanted to jump off, but was prevented by the weight of Jonathan's arms on her shoulders. As she abandoned the urge to untangle herself, Jonathan slowly clasped her waist and began to raise and lower her body onto the penis now inside her. 

Eddie was as well-hung as Jonathan and every time her pussy slid up and down his shaft she found herself wracked with pleasure. Jonathan's arms had come around her torso and his hands were skillfully kneading her breasts. Eddie brought his arms around her neck and pulled her face down so he could stick his tongue into her mouth. As Payal leaned forward and accepted his kiss, she felt something cold and greasy being applied to her anus. It took a moment to realize that her rear was about to be impaled and that the hurt would be massive. She tried to pull away, but Eddie had her in a lock that prevented Payal from sitting up and protecting herself from rear entry.

Payal screamed in agony as Jonathan's cock slid a couple of inches into her rectum. Tears streamed down her face as Jonathan pressed further into her. Jonathan continued to slide Payal's cunt up and down Eddie's member, while pushing into her ass whenever he raised her a bit. Finally his cock could go in no further. Jonathan stopped his motions as Eddie tensed and came. In a flash he had lifted her off Eddie's cock, while his penis was still embedded in her ass. He stood up and offered her to William, one of the guys who had just received a blow job from Caroline. The third cock entered her pussy and Payal fell into a dazed state while the men continued fucking her. 

When Payal came to a sometime later, still intimately joined to both Jonathan and William, she could see that two fellows working on Caroline had also concurrently penetrated her pussy and rectum as she moaned and screeched. Payal wondered how long the treatment was going to last, but quick math told her that four guys were in the room and only three had fucked her so far. She was absolutely correct and the fourth also gave her a trip around the world very shortly. Then the four men started back on Caroline and Payal again. 

IV

"Sir, how can this be my fault?" the lawyer protested as Haqnawaz slapped him continuously. The beating went on for some time while the man kept claiming innocence. Finally Haqnawaz tossed the sobbing man away, perhaps tired of punching the deadweight. 

The members of his Lahore household, including every henchman and servant, tried to be out of sight as Haqnawaz raged on against multiple entities in the universe. The wonderfully laid out party in the main lounge remained unattended and soon Haqnawaz made his way there and destroyed all the food and drink that had beautifully been displayed up there in expectation of a certain court victory. In actuality, Haqnawaz did receive his victory. In reality it was thoroughly pyrrhic only a bad penny accrued to him and the costs of litigation amounted to more than what was received. 

The hearing had started off quite well for Haqnawaz. The bought off judge had quickly dismissed any objections from Payal's legal team. As far as he was concerned, Shahnawaz had died intestate and no will was in existence. The fact, of course, was that Shahnawaz had routinely updated his will through the family's traditional law firm, but had decided against doing so since his father's death and his sense that the lawyers were complicit. Since the firm also represented Haqnawaz and members had helped in arranging to kill his father, losing the previous will was not a big issue. By the time deliberations for the first session ended, Payal knew that Haqnawaz was going to take a very big bite out of what Shahnawaz had built. 

Things did not improve on the second day either as the judge routinely allowed various motions to be heard and disposed of. Contrary to norm, he did not wait for a few days to deliver his judgment but had a verdict ready within minutes of deliberations concluding. As expected his ruling was that Haqnawaz being the male head of the clan, given that Payal's son was a minor, was a major legal heir and that more than sixty percent of the holdings in Pakistan were his, with the proviso that further representation could be made to the brother Malaysian government to receive property held overseas. 

Payal felt her world was collapsing as the opposing legal team demanded the properties, accounts and other assets be handed over. Her lawyers agreed to a date a few days later at which the required transactions would be finalized. Payal went to her family home and locked herself in her room, refusing calls, food and company for the better part of two days. Haqnawaz headed to his Lahore residence, ordered up a set of call girls and held an impromptu party for his lawyers and friends. 

His world crashed when the legal teams next met to make the necessary exchanges. Counsel from Chen Holdings was on hand to present documents showing that they had purchased almost all the properties from Shahnawaz six months prior to his demise. Furthermore the properties Payal had received from her father and the house she used in Lahore were already in her name and had never been registered to Shahnawaz. Thirdly, Chen Holdings presented a notice of debts owed amounting to about half a million dollars more than what was in the contested accounts in Pakistan, Malaysia and the UAE. 

The Chen documents were unquestionable as they bore the stamps not only of the Malaysian, but also the Pakistani, chambers of commerce and had valid signatures that had been executed during the lifetime of Shahnawaz. The cash in Malaysia and the UAE was about 90% of the total liquidity and the banks had no issue accepting the Chen claim over the Pakistani court ruling which had no documentation at its basis. The Pakistani bank management, recognizing that Payal had important media connections and could run serious exposes on their misdeeds also refused to accept the legal ruling and did not transfer the small amount remaining to Haqnawaz. The only piece of property that was not covered, and thus transferred to Haqnawaz, was a small barren piece of land some distance from the village mansion, which had a few outhouses built on it for use by labourers working the land. The legal aides, on both sides of the issue, could not help but chuckle at this ironic turn of events. Haqnawaz was left stewing as the new owner of a worthless shit pit!

Payal was awakened by a knock and then recognized Clarence's voice. Imagining that he was there to provide solace for her latest loss she was stunned when he strode straight up, mouthed a silent "congratulations" and brought his lips straight down onto hers. It took a moment for Payal to get her bearings back and by this time he had disengaged. 

"Why did you do that?" she protested, not having felt a man's intimate touch for many months.

"That was because Haqnawaz has been defeated in his evil plan due to your husband's foresight," Clarence responded, "and almost all of your property is out of his reach."

Clarence placed a large package in front of her. It was marked "For Payal" in Shahnawaz's handwriting. A stack of deeds and other ownership documents flowed out of the package along with an envelope. Payal quickly took a letter from the envelope and engrossed herself in reading it. Many minutes later, having read and digested the message, she looked up with eyes that were both teary and conveyed an expression of gratitude. 

"Dearest Payal, I have been worried that circumstances might occur in a manner that is detrimental to my family and me. I am talking in particular about my elder brother's continuing greed concerning both my property and yourself. Clarence and I have taken actions to minimize the damage he can inflict to our financial well-being. Chen Holdings have, on paper, bought almost the entirety of my land and other properties in Pakistan. In return, a significant portion of Chen Holdings shares are held in trust with my lawyers in Malaysia in your name and those of the children. Haqnawaz will not be able to get his dirty hands on to my family's assets. You will continue to manage the property in Pakistan and can officially buy it back simply returning the shares to Clarence or taking other action as you may see fit. 

I have sensed that Haqnawaz is losing any sense of propriety or civility and a danger exists to my life and then perhaps to others including you. Should anything untoward occur, it is my desire that you step up and take charge of our business dealings. Clarence is fully supportive of such a move and has promised to appoint you Executive Vice President of Chen Holdings businesses in West Asia, the Middle East and Africa, the areas I am presently overseeing, should any eventuality occur. The Chen family have been our greatest strength and means of support for decades and I have full confidence that you will be accepted with the same spirit that they first welcomed my dad, and then me, in dealings and business ventures with them. 

"You were for ever, are for now and will be for the future the love of my life. I hope you never have to see this letter, but if it does reach you, I am sure you will rise to the occasion and make me proud. I will await you in the hereafter! Shahnawaz." 

Payal sobbed for the better part of half an hour while Clarence sat on a sofa, cradled her in his lap and held her body close. He did not need to say anything until she exhausted her ability to cry any more. 

"Thank you for everything," she finally whispered, joining her lips to his in an extended kiss.

Clarence slowly helped her stand and held her at arm's length. "Your first assignment is already behind schedule, Caroline will be going with you to Kenya next week to discuss the purchase of hotel properties there," it was a pretty straightforward and direct order, "I am sure you will do even better than my dear departed friend." 

At the same time that Clarence was heading out of Payal's room, Haqnawaz had exhausted himself beating up the lawyer after getting the bad news. Things got even worse for him just a couple of hours later. The Army chief, General Pervez Musharraf, deposed Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif in a swift coup, rendering all political offices completely void. The Prime Minister had badly miscalculated his ability to dictate to the Army and all who hung on to his coattails for years past were now devoid of power and influence, including Haqnawaz. Once more out of favour, owing money, and with almost no one around to provide solace, Haqnawaz could not have felt his future could be any bleaker. Yet his black heart and diseased mind continued to focus on means of revenge on his brother's family, notably on Payal. 

V

"There is no way that I am going to let you attend such an important meeting looking so dowdy," Caroline was direct about what she saw when Payal linked up with her at the Emirates lounge of Dubai airport during her trip from Lahore to Nairobi. 

Payal had opted to wear a fairly unadorned shalwar kameez and did not have any visible make-up on. She looked like a shadow of her vibrant past self. Even though she had accepted the new duties and had actually prepped up on many documents prior to leaving, her mind was still not clear from the mourning. 

Caroline took Payal to a number of shops within the Dubai airport and then straight to high-end boutiques in Nairobi. By the time she checked in at the Sheraton Hotel, Payal had a very fashionable new wardrobe. Caroline had also mentioned that some things had also been picked up for Payal in Malaysia and were already being sent to her. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 11



Upon her return to the room from a light lunch, Payal found a note on her bed that advised her to be prepared for a night on the town and a smart mini-dress was already laid out. After wearing relatively simple clothing for the past few months, Payal was uncertain about the dress or the plans for the evening, but decided to risk things given that Caroline would be accompanying her. 

The dress was in shimmering blue and both showed off her legs and yet covered other private parts nicely. Payal was relieved at the relatively conservative outfit and the fact that she would not have to forego a bra. A very smart set of black heels, some silver jewellery and a matching clutch bag were placed in a box next to the bed. Payal wondered how Caroline had got the sizes exactly right, when she dressed, and then remembered that Clarence intimately knew what her measurements were.

Walking out into the lobby she found Caroline in an equally sharp red mini-dress paired with black and pink open toe heels. The lobby appeared to have gone silent as every man salivated at the sight of two such beauties and every female measured herself and came up short. Caroline introduced the two well-dressed 30-something Kenyan gentlemen chatting with her as Jonathan and William, both working as executives with the Chen businesses in Africa. 

The group arrived at a crowded bar in the Westlands area, jam packed with both locals and expats and playing some very nice African beats. Despite the crowd, a table was quickly made available to Payal and company. Almost immediately they were joined by two more gentlemen, Eddie and Idris, who represented the local public and government relations agency that the Chen group used in Kenya. 

Jonathan asked Payal to join him on the dance floor. Payal balked initially but was almost pushed out of her chair by Caroline, who also headed out holding Eddie's hand. For a while the music was at a fast clip and Payal lost herself in the rhythm and the change of environment. After a bit, though the music changed and couples began to join up for a slow dance. Finding herself stuck in the middle of the floor, with Caroline situated right next, Payal allowed Jonathan to bring his body into contact with hers. He was a rather tall person and she only reached up to the top of his chest. Soon after she felt that one of his hands was caressing her bare back, while the other had descended down to her derriere. In the crush of people about, she was unable to do anything until the fast tempo of music resumed some time later. Feeling flushed and warmed up by the circumstance, Payal did not think twice about downing a couple of glasses of champagne. 

Returning to the floor after a while with Idris, another well-built local, was less of an issue. Idris was not as tall as Jonathan and this aspect was evident as his genitals came up right against Payal's. While dancing to a Latin number and turning her around, his hands had grasped her thighs from below her skirt and worked up towards her panties. Smartly she insinuated her hands below his paws, but this then allowed him to move his arms upward and cop a quick but firm feel of her bra-less breasts. She looked about and saw that William had one hand between Caroline's legs and was apparently fingering her pussy clearly meaning that any protest would be futile. 

When after some more champagne, Eddie led her off to dance, Payal had a good idea how the evening would end, but was unable to do anything as Caroline was in charge. Caroline had point blank reminded Payal of the promise to do what was asked of her if the property situation was resolved properly. Since the Chens had kept their side of the bargain, she could not in good faith now back out. Having rationalized her situation, Payal made no protest but sportingly opened her legs a bit when Eddie stuck his hand into her panty and began to massage her cunt as they danced. 

Two hours later, during which Payal was constantly kissed, fingered and fondled by her dance partners, the six of them were in Caroline's vast suite. Moments later, the two ladies were embedded front, back or otherwise to one or more of their lovers for that evening. Caroline strode to the center of the main lounge, unclasped her dress, and let it drop to the ground. William and Idris helped remove her bra, panties and heels, while disrobing themselves. They bent her down over a chair and Idris stuck his cock into her mouth while William entered Caroline's pussy from behind. 

Payal, spellbound by her friend's actions, was almost oblivious to the fact that Eddie and Jonathan had removed every article of clothing from her body and bared her also. Eddie had put his arms around her naked body and his tongue soon found its way into Payal's mouth. As the kiss ended, Payal was turned about so Jonathan could also give her a deep kiss while Eddie brought his arms around and cupped her breasts. He held Payal up by being a cushion under her legs and presented her cunt to Jonathan, who had seated himself on a sofa. Jonathan pulled her onto his cock her without further ado, allowing her knees to bend at the sides as she came astride him midsection. 

As she saw her friend accepting Jonathan's thrusts without complaint, Caroline was thankful that Clarence's plan to get Payal back into social and sexual activity, thereby allowing her to focus her considerable talent on business without other considerations, appeared to be working out just fine. Caroline's own chain of thoughts was disrupted as Idris shoved his cock deep down her throat and William brought her to orgasm with a solid push into her cunt.

VII

Payal came awake and the first thought running through her mind was, "did I just participate in an orgy with a bunch of men I met only a few hours ago?" 

She was lying stark naked under the covers of the large bed in her hotel room. Clearly she had been lovingly tucked into the bed. She half expected one of her latest sexual partners to be spending the night in close proximity, but nobody else was around. The dress she had worn to the club was nicely draped over a sofa within the room, with her heels and intimates tidily arranged nearby. Given the fact that at least four men had repeatedly fucked her, she felt unusually clean and without any sort of stickiness. 

She then recalled that each of the males had coupled with both Caroline and herself. The men had then helped the ladies into the large Jacuzzi in the bathroom and washed them off. Two of the men had dried her using a large towel. Jonathan had then carried Payal, still in the towel, to her room which was a few doors down from Caroline's. He had carefully put her to bed still naked, giving her a final kiss and rubbing his hands over her body before exiting. 

It certainly had been an intense evening and Caroline had ensured that Payal was in no position to refuse participation in her plans. Payal reminisced how much people like Clarence, Caroline and Mike Whittaker had helped provide meaningful sexual release and energy in her life. Now that her husband was gone, she wondered if she had been a bad wife, having had numerous lovers before his untimely demise and since then. 

Shahnawaz had never given her any sort of overt agreement to have a free marriage, she had not agreed to him having any infidelities either. To the best of her knowledge, Payal was certain that Shahnawaz had no idea of her relatively regular coupling with both Clarence and Mike, not to mention the other one-offs she had experienced since their marriage. She was pretty sure that Clarence had never mentioned his trysts with Payal to her husband, even though Shahnawaz had fucked Caroline at the beach party just prior to Clarence marrying her. Payal was also pretty sure that Shahnawaz believed she had no idea of his own infidelities. Given that their marriage had been near perfect and both had reveled in fucking each other very often, there was just no reason at all to bring any externalities into their personal equation. Every couple has secrets to keep and both Payal and Shahnawaz smartly kept their additional lovers a secret from each other. Now that he was gone, she had been released from marital restraints, though the societal ones had certainly increased. The evening with Caroline and others had done wonders though for her. Payal had realized that even close to the age of forty she was still easily a male object of attention. She had also concluded that there was no reason not to use her beauty and physical assets in ensuring that the rights of her children and herself were protected.

Would she participate in other multi-partner fucking sessions, Payal wondered. Her answer was a probable no, but then she knew that powerful men would see her as an unattached beauty and seek her favours. Perhaps she could work things in a manner that they could get some benefits, but where she would truly come out a winner.

VIII

The very first meeting occurred in the afternoon following the group sex. Caroline had helped Payal pick out an outfit that was both suitable for the business environment and suitably suggestive. Payal was impressed by the image she conveyed in a pin-striped three-piece outfit comprising a knee length pencil skirt, a blouse that covered most of her breasts but let her cleavage show a bit, and a jacket that covered her arms but only came down to the upper part of her ribcage. With heeled pumps on, she looked like a high-powered and serious business executive, just exactly what she was. 

Caroline was expecting her in the main lobby, also dressed in a business suit, with a shorter skirt but a longer jacket. Her long legs were deliciously enhanced by stiletto heeled pumps. There was no doubt that any male trying to negotiate business with the two babes would be absolutely tongue-tied by the sight of the two beauties conducting the deal. 

Sheikh Atif Ibrahim clearly was a flesh and blood individual and the minute Payal and Caroline walked into the meeting room, his ability to remain focused on the major deal being conducted was seriously impaired. Being Saudi, he did not have any female assistants and had not expected to be negotiating with two such striking women. His team of assistants was less taken aback, but their guard also came down quite a bit since they were typical male chauvinists and had no expectation of females being able to do the job. The only exception was a younger Saudi gentleman, who introduced himself as Adel and did not provide a title. 

The discussion around the properties on offer in Kenya and other parts of East Africa proceeded in a friendly manner as everyone paid the ladies some deference. However, Adel was to the point on many occasions in bringing discussions back to relevance when diversions and tangents occurred. Payal felt that while the general direction was very positive, Adel ensured that some impediment or the other kept final agreement on key points from materializing. Yet she also noticed that Adel paid her a lot more attention than he did to Caroline. Discussions concluded late in the evening, with plans to meet again the next morning. 

Caroline had a definite look of doubt when the ladies met up for dinner. She expressed her concern that while most of the Arabs were eating out of her hand, Adel was being an unexpected irritant. Her worry was that Adel would be able to swing the Sheikh's mind given that he was one of the Sheikh's sons. Clarence had stressed that property prices would be favourable, given the terrorist attacks that had taken place in Kenya and Tanzania in 1998, but the Arabs appeared to be unaware of such events and the gulf seemed too great to bridge. 

"Let me suggest that you continue to work on the details of the buyout, and I will see if Adel can be marginalized," Payal felt that taking him out of the equation would be worthwhile and Caroline had no reason to disagree.

During a coffee break the next day, Payal sided up to Adel, having noted that he was even more fixated on her than previously. Perhaps the reason was her choice of short black skirt and cleavage revealing white top. Her legs had always been a major asset and Adel's eyes were drawn again and again to them. As she sat down on a couch in close proximity, Payal's skirt rode up even higher, allowing him a flash of her panties. 

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," Payal feigned horror while patting her skirt down, "I should have realized that my dress is not appropriate for a Middle Eastern group."

"No madam, it is quite alright," Adel clearly preferred her relatively unclothed state. 

Through lunch, Adel was completely disarmed and could hardly express a cogent thought thereby allowing quite a bit of work to conclude to Caroline's satisfaction. Payal knew that she had Adel snared and needed to get him completely on her side. 

"You told me you have an interest in politics," she asked Adel as the group broke for a longish coffee break around four, "I have a copy of an old American classic that Abraham Lincoln himself signed and wondered if you would like to see it."

The book, a rare edition of The Federalist Papers that had been signed by Lincoln during his presidential campaign, was part of Richard Whittaker's library. Following Richard's death, Payal had received a dozen choice items as part of his will. She had carried a couple of the titles with her. Adel was keen and Payal asked him to come to her room ten minutes after the meeting concluded for the day.

Arriving there, having waited patiently for nearly two more hours while the meeting droned on, he found the door slightly ajar and Payal called out for him to enter when he knocked. The sight that met him was rather stimulating. Payal was partly bent across the bed, her butt facing him and her face poring over a wooden box from which she was removing some items. He stood at the foot of the bed for an extended moment, while she sorted through the box, apparently looking for the book.

"Oh hi," Payal said, looking back over her shoulder at him, "you are surprisingly punctual!"

"Well I did not want to lose the opportunity to see this rare item," he responded just as he sensed that his cock was erect and wanted release from his trousers.

"You look interested in something else Adel," she chided him while pointing at the obvious rise in his pants, "I thought you wanted to see the rare book!"

Adel found the courage to move forward as Payal did not change her posture. Slowly he reached out with his right hand and rubbed her right calf. Not seeing her object, his left hand touched her left thigh. Still unsure of what to do, but risking things all the same he ran his hands up her long legs and clamped them on her bottom.

"Adel, I thought you were a proper Saudi gentleman," Payal sexily whispered, "surely you know that I only invited you over to see a book."

Adel's hands moved up to Payal's waist and he pulled up so her knees remained bent while her body came up against his. In a flash her breasts were in his grasp. His mouth came down to kiss her neck. Suddenly Payal moved to one side, brought one leg to the ground and twisted Adel so he was on the floor. As he tried to get up, surprised by her dexterity, he noted that her heel was firmly planted right over his cock.

"I think we need to be professional at this moment," she suggested, "but I believe we can take this little episode further if the discussion concludes quickly and favourably."

Payal lifted her heel off Adel's cock, put her hand on his crotch and gave it a quick squeeze. As he again grabbed for her, she twirled and headed out the door telling him that she could have a couple of hours free from around four to six the next afternoon if negotiations had concluded in a satisfactory manner by then.

The meeting took on a totally different complexion when the groups reconvened on the third day. Rather than being the cause of disagreement at difficult phases of the negotiation, Adel suddenly became the catalyst towards quick resolution of issues. His hurry to get things done was compounded the moment he saw Payal wearing a short black dress, with a sexy pair of sheer stockings. The outfit was more lingerie than business attire and he could not wait to get it off her body. Just past three-thirty, the final papers were signed and the Chen Group took possession of a number of hotels around the region. 

Despite no overt indication from Payal that he could come on over, Adel made a second trip to her room arriving just a minute after 4 p.m. The door was again unlocked and his knock received the "come on in" response he was hoping for. He found Payal sitting in an armchair, one leg stretched out to him with the shoe dangling from her foot. He went to his knees in front of her and simply tapped it off. Payal raised her other foot and the second shoe was also discarded. He next targeted her stockings, quickly removing them off both legs. Payal placed her knees over each of his shoulders as Adel focused on lifting her ass a bit and working on disposing of her panties.

Payal decided to help by standing up, enabling Adel to slide the garment down her legs. As he rose off the ground, his hands hooked into her skirt and lifted it off her body. He was rather pleased to note that she was not wearing a bra underneath and was thus completely bared. Unlike the two chubby Saudi ladies that he was already married to, or the generally skinny Western ones he had experienced during his Westwards travels, Payal was just rightly built in every regard. While she was a few years older than him, she easily passed for someone a dozen years younger. Adel noted that Payal did not show an extra ounce of flab, was well toned, and had perfect sized breasts. This was a sexual encounter he would certainly enjoy.

"Oh I thought you wanted to see the rare book?" Payal chirped up as Adel tried to quickly disrobe, "when did I get onto the menu?"

"Don't worry I intend to check the book out," he responded with growing confidence, "but first I just need to get my inspiration up!"

Payal could tell from his midsection that much more than just his inspiration was aroused. Even though his cock was much smaller that of the African men from a few days earlier, and even compared to Shahnawaz, she could sense that it was firm and emanating a great deal of heat. Tossing him a condom from the nightstand, Payal stretched out on the bed. Adel was a bit unhappy about the sheath, which Payal had found courtesy of Caroline, but it was small sacrifice for the benefit he was about to receive. 

Adel got between her legs and pushed his penis into her vagina. Payal sighed with pleasure as his cock slipped inside her and their bodies came together as one. Adel was used to quick "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" type of encounters with his prior partners and was surprised as Payal firmly held his sides to slow his speed of coupling. Many minutes later, Adel was in totally uncharted territory as no sexual partner had ever extended his fucking so long. Payal let him work on her, but restricted his access at key moments to let a brief moment of elation pass, yet enabling him to retain his juice, his erection and his intent. After what seemed like an absolute eternity, albeit a very enjoyable one, he noted that her cheeks had reddened considerably, her breathing had quickened and she was thrusting up strongly. With an audible moan both Payal and Adel released their loads and lay breathless and soundless.

"You are fantastic," Adel complimented her as he exited her cunt, rose off her body and disposed of the full condom into the garbage bin.

"You're welcome," Payal cooed, "and thanks for your help in the meetings."

"Thanks for reminding me," he responded, "though I feel I need a bit more in return for my assistance and would like to receive it in a way I love and perhaps you will too."





Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 11



As Payal wondered what he meant, Adel returned to the bed and flipped her over. His cock was somewhat greasy with his ejaculate and the lubrication was just enough to enable the top part entry into her rectum. Payal was still a bit sore from the ass-fucking she had been subjected to by two of the Kenyans at the orgy and had to hold back a scream that built up inside her from the intense pain. She instinctively punched his ribcage by extending her hand backwards. As he halted for just a moment, she pointed at a set of creams atop the drawer. Adel understood instinctively that she was okay with anal penetration but not with unoiled ass rape. He kissed the back of her neck to assure her that he would comply, grabbed a bottle, rubbed cream on the part of his cock not yet inside her and pressed forward. This time his ingress was relatively easy and Payal did not fight. She expected that he would be quick about anal sex, but seemed that he had learned from their fuck just a few minutes earlier and decided to take his time. Or perhaps anal sex was what he truly was more interested in. When he finally soiled Payal's anal passage with his cum, she felt that a drill had worked overtime on her backside. 

"My dad really does want to get out of the hotel business, as none of us brothers are likely to keep the company together when he dies," Adel confessed as he dressed up.

"And I imagine you would be keen on Chen Holdings making an offer accordingly?" Payal had remained nude and on the bed, recovering from the sexual activity, but focused on what her newest sexual partner was saying. 

"Chile is really nice this time of year," Adel ventured, "and we have some non-core properties there that I am sure we could have an equally friendly and productive negotiation over!"

IX

Naziran's life appeared to definitely be on an up and upwards trajectory. Not only was her film career outside of Pakistan keeping her busy, she had few concerns about being victimized by Haqnawaz. The man was still legally her husband but could not hold sway over her thoughts and actions in Britain or India as he could at home. Sure enough she had found reasons to worry about him even less, now that she held a bona fide British passport and her sister, Ruqaiya, was making an impression in fashion circles around Europe. 

One cause of her great happiness was her new friendship with Indian filmmaker, Asif Dehlavi, who had been shooting plenty of films in the UK and had starred Naziran in one of the better offerings. Soon after they had first met, at an event celebrating one of her movies, Asif had confessed that he too came from an underprivileged background and was drawn to Naziran because of her struggles against society. A couple of weeks later they were in bed. This situation had continued for a few months and both could sense a definite future step.

"So what's all this about being at home tonight and not having something to do tomorrow?" Naziran quizzed Asif as she conversed with him over the phone.

"It will all be revealed late tonight," he promised, leaving her wondering.

She figured it was a new script or a meeting with another producer or director that could only be scheduled in the late hours. If it was only sex involved, he would simply have come on over and fucked her, not called in advance and made an appointment of sorts. Still she was piqued by the strange nature of his request. 

Imagining that some sort of formality was required, she selected an embroidered khaki shalwar kameez suit with intricate embroidery. On one hand, this was an extremely conservative dress as it hid every part of her body, excepting her face and hands. On the other, it drew one's attention to her ample assets. The visage was clearly designed to please whoever would be sitting across from her later in the evening. Should there have been a news crew there with a photographer, the look she presented would be sufficient to garner a good slot in Indian movie magazines.

Naziran was surprised when Asif showed up on his own around 11 p.m. He was carrying a large bunch of flowers and some other packages. She wondered if any other folks were waiting outside and would follow shortly but none materialized. She gracefully accepted the flowers from him and signalled for a young maidservant to put them into a vase. His next action totally floored her.

"My darling, please be mine forever," was all Asif said as he held up a beautiful diamond ring.

"What!" Naziran was dumbstruck as a marriage proposal was completely not on her radar at the moment. 

Asif moved up to her, grasped her hand and put the ring on the appropriate finger. His arms went around her waist, hers joined about his neck, and their lips came together in a deep kiss. Their mouths continuously joined together, they somehow managed to climb the staircase up to the master bedroom. Asif's hands found the zipper for her kameez and worked it all the way down. The heavy material slipped to either side of her and the garment dropped to the ground around Naziran's feet. The shalwar was equally easy to dispense with as clasps on it opened without a problem. A few moments later, Asif had totally bared her body, disposing of any barrier her slip, bra and panties presented. 

Naziran stretched out on the feathery duvet that covered her bed, awaiting the insertion of his cock into her vagina. Asif was on top of her in just a jiffy, having disrobed himself in haste. Naziran felt her insides filling up as Asif pushed forward. He was by no means the most endowed person that she had ever fucked, but on this night she felt like she was being torn apart by a giant. Asif pumped on and on, giving her one orgasm after another. She was unconcerned that he was fucking her unprotected as after all he was going to marry her shortly. Asif bucked a few times and released his pent up load into Naziran, who squealed with pleasure as her own climax occurred. 

"Do I have your answer?" Asif queried her as they nestled together in bed, sticky from recent exertion. 

"Let me confirm my reply," Naziran cooed, as she grabbed onto his cock and covered it with her open mouth. 

She was going to be Mrs. Dehlavi, wife of an Indian movie mogul, and free of the cruelties and hypocrisy of her feudal society and her sadistic former master. Life just could not get any better.

X

Payal felt that the business environment and her sense of security had improved in the couple of years that elapsed since Shahnawaz was murdered. Her role as Executive VP had kept her very busy. She had certainly not shied away from using her beauty as a tool in business negotiations. She had learned that it was not necessary to spread her legs to get ahead in the vast majority of deals, just a simple well placed look or touch could do the trick. In fact, since her tryst with Adel, she had only been to bed with a Russian who was being pursued with regards to an oil pipeline through the region. It had not been a memorable fuck but the rewards made up for being with the otherwise despicable man. 

It was not that Payal had lacked for male company or sexual gratification. Clarence had regularly made love to her during Payal's bi-monthly business visits to Malaysia. She had also hooked up with Mike Whittaker a few times while traveling to the US or being at an international event he was participating in. While both were accomplished lovers and she enjoyed their physical touch and great company, neither could make up for the loss of her husband. Still things had turned out much better than what she first had envisioned.

World affairs often impinge on peoples' lives and the events of September 11, 2001 tended to impact many more than usual. Travel and hospitality businesses suffered worldwide, new visa regimes were adopted by many countries, and many countries found their citizens' travel rights limited due to non-issuance of permits. One of the most affected countries was Pakistan, which was forced into the US war on terror despite significant sympathy for Bin Laden and the Taliban amongst the public. Suddenly Payal found herself needing to plan well in advance of trips to get visas, suffering added hassles at entry points to most countries, and being looked at with suspicion for being from a turbulent part of the world. Even someone as powerful as Mike Whittaker could not involve himself with US consular affairs in Islamabad or Kuala Lumpur. Things took a turn for the worst as first the NATO invasion of Afghanistan in 2002 and then the US attack on Iraq in 2003 occurred. 

"I might have a workable suggestion for you," Clarence whispered into Payal's ear as he undid the zipper on her dress.

"I'll be frank, this new set of restrictions is really getting to me," Payal responded as the dress dropped around her feet as she concurrently unhooked her bra while Clarence slid her panties down.

Payal had been visiting Malaysia for one of the periodic board meetings and Clarence had ensured that they would spend some quality time together having sex. Caroline had already told Payal that she was okay with the arrangement and that perhaps one day a ménage a trois may be on the cards. Payal had not yet decided if she would be up for that sort of activity, even though she had indeed indulged accordingly with Mike Whittaker and his assistant, Raylene, on a trip to Istanbul some years earlier. 

Laying Payal down on the bed in her suite, Clarence quickly got on top and slid his cock into her pussy. The conversation interrupted by the start of their coupling, both focused on the enjoyment they were getting from their close contact. Their fucking was no longer a situation of opportunity found and love violently made, rather they had come to truly appreciate each other in a relatively sedate but very pleasurable way. Clarence was slow and measured in his strokes and Payal held on to him to lengthen the time till both were spent. Missionary sex had been the norm ever since she had been widowed and neither saw the need to change a pattern that other couples may have found repetitive or boring. Clarence enjoyed the feel of her breasts every time he moved in and out of her, raising and lowering his chest. The pace was slow enough to stretch their passion, yet it was quick enough to ensure both stayed interested.

"You need to apply for Malaysian citizenship," Clarence advised her as they took a momentary breather from his pumping. 

"Is that possible?" Payal wondered, while concurrently feeling her vagina contract as she hit another orgasm.

"There is a scheme to offer the facility to investors and I'd imagine you meet the requirements," Clarence added as he started pushing in and out of her again, "and I am certain that the Chen Group could be of assistance."

Payal had another climax and this time Clarence was unable to hold back, spewing his seed into her. He had rarely used a condom when fucking Payal and so far the use of Chinese herbs to prevent any pregnancy had been successful. In any case, they both would have been smart enough to ensure that no unnecessary complications occurred but had not needed to take other more drastic actions so far. 

As Clarence disengaged and headed to the shower, Payal lay back and thought about what he had just said. It made perfect sense to move to Malaysia, given that she was working with the Chen Group, the kids were familiar with the country, Clarence and Caroline had been great friends, her property was already in Chen Group shares, Haqnawaz could not touch her there, and the passport was a relatively hassle-free travel document. 

XI

Haqnawaz had more lives than the proverbial nine of a cat. Every time it appeared that his star had waned and his misdeeds had caught up to him, some quirk of fate or, more likely, use of influence enabled him to land back on his feet. The attempted murder case relating to Payal's parents, the default on bank debts and plenty of other dark chapters populated his story, but he kept coming through relatively unscathed

Yet again he had an opportunity to come out of his situation of forced self-exile. Bowing to world pressure, General Musharraf had agreed to parliamentary polls in 2002. The Pakistan Peoples' Party of Benazir Bhutto and the Pakistan Muslim League (N) of Nawaz Sharif were not allowed a free campaign. The result was a foregone conclusion, with the Musharrf-backed Pakistan Muslim League (Q) winning but without an absolute majority. Sensing an opportunity, Haqnawaz had made significant overtures to the PML-Q through his buddy Wajahat Hussein, a younger brother of the party leader. Haqnawaz had known Wajahat while both were at Aitchison College in Lahore. Haqnawaz had been expelled after about four years at the elite school for buggery, a common occurrence at the all-male institution. He had remained friends with Wajahat, however, and now played his cards correctly.

Nominated as the PML-Q candidate from his district, Haqnawaz was an easy victor in the rigged polls and once again found himself close to the corridors of power. Rather than trying not to repeat past mistakes, he reverted to form in hatching plans against Payal, other family members and assorted real and imagined enemies.

The request for an amiable divorce from Naziran was the last thing he had expected to receive. He could not believe that the servant who he had elevated was now trying to dictate terms to him. Had she been around, he would have not hesitated to strangle her. Unfortunately for him and lucky for Naziran, she was untouchable outside of Pakistan. He was twice as angry with her anyway. Ruqaiya, Naziran's younger sister, was the talk of the town in western fashion circles and the fact that his own wife had hidden her so that he had no opportunity of sexual conquest really riled him. He was not amenable to a friendly arrangement and took his time planning his move.

Naziran, having filed the motion for divorce, got involved in a new movie project in India, which kept her close to Asif but dragged longer than expected. It was more than one year after her first filing that a second contact with Haqnawaz was made concerning the matter. By this time he had a plan in mind to get even.

"I am open to a settlement that is face-saving and done in a friendly manner," he told her lawyer, "but the dictates of religious law require that our declarations be made to each other in person."

"I am so happy to hear that," the lawyer figured things were done and his fee was secure, "and will make arrangements for your visit to the UK."

"Actually since the marriage was in Pakistan, any such declaration needs to be made here," Haqnawaz closed the trap, "and in any case I am too busy as a legislator to travel outside the country."

The lawyer was less sure of things now, but rushed out to communicate with Naziran. Haqnawaz smiled as he figured that the first step towards revenge had been taken. It was time to celebrate and one hour later he lay in the embrace of a top call-girl from Lahore that Wajahat had often patronized. 

XII

Payal was very surprised by the phone call from Naziran. The two had not had any contact for about three years, each focusing on her new career and life situation. However, the condition set by Haqnawaz for divorce had created common ground for them once again. Given that Payal was traveling shortly to Paris anyway for a meeting, a trip to London was no trouble at all. 

Payal patiently listened as Naziran detailed how things had developed with Asif Dehlavi, the possibility that Haqnawaz was ready for an amicable settlement given that Naziran had no plans to return to Pakistan long-term, and the sudden conditions imposed by him. 

"There is no way that Haqnawaz has suddenly reformed himself and will just let you go," she advised Naziran and got a positive nod of the head from her friend.

"That is what I am also thinking," Naziran concurred. 

"Perhaps I might be able to get some further information," Payal suggested, recalling that the British couple she had met in the Seychelles prior to her husband's murder had links to the British Ministry of Justice.

She was soon able to find Brian and Marjorie Huntington-Jones. They were shocked to hear of Shahnawaz's demise and expressed condolences when Payal and Naziran went over to talk about the situation at hand. Their home in a fashionable part of London was not far from Naziran's apartment, where Payal had accepted an invitation to stay. Shortly after pleasantries and coffee were dispensed with, the discussion began in earnest, with Marjorie and Naziran doing most of the talking. After about an hour, Brian noted that Payal was not actively participating. He nudged her and asked if she was interested in seeing his collection of old international weaponry he had amassed during his military and civil service career. Payal knew that Brian would have more on his mind, but did not want to be the third wheel as Marjorie and Naziran discussed serious matters. She had, after all, fucked him in the Seychelles, and today he was doing her friend a favour. 

His collection was nicely displayed in the finished basement of the house. While she had figured it would be stocked with British weapons and little else, she was surprised by items related to the US Civil War, the Biafra conflict, the 1973 Arab-Israeli War, and even the 1965 India-Pakistan conflict. As Payal admired a pirate sword, Brian came up behind her, placed his right hand on her breast and the left one on her leg. 

"You are a still a dirty old man," Payal responded as he turned her around and joined her lips to his in an extended kiss. 

"Guilty as charged young lady," Brian replied, slowly removing the white sweater she was wearing to reveal a lacy bra. His hands hooked into her short white skirt and Payal did not interfere in their removal. Her bra and panties vanished likewise in a matter of seconds. Brian led Payal to a nook where a worktable was located and bent her over it. His hands parted her legs a bit to allow his cock to line up with Payal's pussy. Brian pushed forward and his member easily entered her already wet insides. 

With Payal propped on the table, one leg on the ground and the other hanging over a side, Brian started to push in and pull out in a measured and steady rhythm. She had to call on all her reserves to suppress a loud moan of ecstasy as he managed to hit the right spots inside her. Just after she had an extended orgasm, Brian pulled out.

"We were unable to do this the last time, "he said, "but I have been dying to collect!"

As Payal momentarily wondered what he meant, he turned her over on the table and placed her legs over his shoulders. In just a second, his cock had found its way into her anus. Brian did have the foresight to put some lubricant on his penis, though it was already quite oily with the juices from her cunt. Holding tightly onto her thighs, Brian began to fuck her in earnest, while his fingers worked on her pussy. This time there was no question of Payal holding back an audible shriek. 

"Brian, Payal, is everything okay down there?" Marjorie yelled down from the doorway.

"Quite alright, darling," was Brian's matter-of-fact response, "Payal just tripped!"

The door to the basement closed as Marjorie figured all was well. Brian resumed his anal penetration but at a less intense pace this time. It was a while before he shot his load into her and disengaged. 

Their house, being an old English building, had no washroom in the basement or ground floor and going up to the second level would look exceptionally suspicious. Payal had to make do with Brian wiping her off to the best of his ability with a box of tissues. While there was no overt sign of copulation, the smell of sex was strongly on her. She had to retort to spraying herself with perfume from her handbag, but the masking of odors was not complete. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 11



"Good that you folks are back," Marjorie addressed them, "Naziran and I have decided on a course of action that may be workable."

Payal noted that both Marjorie and Naziran had picked up the smell of sweat and passion from her body but was thankful neither had made an overt comment. 

"I will travel to Pakistan to meet Haqnawaz," Naziran laid out the plan, "but the meeting will be held at the British Consulate in Lahore where a friend of Marjorie is a senior officer and Haqnawaz will not be in a position to threaten me."

"That's a good plan," Payal concurred, "but you cannot stay at the Consulate."

"Baji I am hoping that your friends and family will be as kind as ever," Naziran continued, "and allow me shelter for a few days while things are sorted out."

That seemed like a workable idea to Payal and the group broke with promises of meeting up again when opportunity presented itself. Concerned about what Naziran would say when Brian gave Payal a goodbye kiss on her mouth, she relaxed significantly when Naziran also was game to a lip to lip kiss. Payal imagined she was grateful for the advice provided and the help that would be forthcoming. It was when they got back home that Naziran made a comment that confirmed to Payal that the actress was more world wise than she had imagined.

"Given the opportunity baji, I would make love to Mr. Brian too," she whispered into Payal's ear while giving her a friendly hug, "I guess he was really handsome like Mr. Shahnawaz in his younger days!"

XIII

Just as Payal returned home and awaited word on when Naziran would come over, two quick deaths caused anguish that she had not felt since Shahnawaz had passed. Sam Chen, Clarence's dad finally met his maker after a long and happy life. Clarence was now the undisputed head of the Chen Group and his responsibilities grew in a manner that meant fewer opportunities would be available to Payal to meet, and bed, him. On the other hand, Payal received assurances that Caroline would always be there if the need arose.

The loss closer to home was of her father, who succumbed to an extended illness. Even prior to his death, he had transferred all his movable and immovable properties over to his family, with Payal getting a large chunk of land in addition to what he had earlier given her. She was once again a major landholder in the area, not a title she eagerly sought, but one that now needed some attention from her.

It was at the burial ceremonies that the next chapter in her life took shape. Payal was completely taken by surprise when Haqnawaz showed up to condole with her mother. Paijoo and his mother Parveen were expected, having also attended the burial of Payal's husband, but not her nemesis. Being related to the inner family circle, the three were allowed into the family quarters whereas normally males would be separated from mourning females. 

Paijoo, who was closing in on thirty years of age and still unmarried, spotted Payal's daughter Nida among the crowd. Just past the age of seventeen, she had developed a fine physique and was almost as pretty as her mother had been as a teenager. He could feel a definite stirring in his loins. He sided up to his father, who was sitting not far from Payal.

Payal's blood froze as she heard Paijoo say not as quietly as he hoped to his father, "Abba Ji (Dad), you have wanted me to get married for many years. Nida is the girl I want to marry, so please make the necessary arrangements!"



Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12



I

"Your gracious presence is requested at the wedding of Pervaiz Haqnawaz, eminent son of Chaudhry Haqnawaz Kakar and Parveen Haqnawaz, to Nida Shahnawaz, beloved daughter of late Shahnawaz Kakar and Payal Shahnawaz." 

The gold brocaded page size card said everything that Payal could not ever see happening in her life or that of her daughter, Nida. Yet here was the missive in her hand and she appeared unable to prevent the flow of events in directions she did not want.

II

Things had taken an uncertain turn since the funeral of her father. The usual congregation of family, friends and well-wishers had descended upon her ancestral home for days of mourning, eating and remaking of contacts. The one person she had hoped would not attend, Haqnawaz, had shown up with his wife and son. Being close relatives, that family had been allowed into the central family room to meet Payal's mother. The son, Pervaiz or Paijoo, had then shocked Payal by audibly asking his father to arrange a marriage to her teenage daughter Nida. Payal yearned for a gun to be at hand, but had to let things pass at the time due to the sensitivity of the occasion. 

On her part, Payal had suddenly been overwhelmed by the necessity of overseeing the estate, being the eldest sibling. This was in addition to the land she already possessed with her husband's Pakistan property being deeded back to her by the Chens after they had kept it safe from an earlier attempt by Haqnawaz to wrest it away. Her media profile had also grown as she had fitted in well with the 'enlightened moderation' message of President Musharraf. She was frequently a commentator on one news show or the other and soon was picked to anchor the major political program on one of Pakistan's leading TV channels. This did mean that she had to split her time often between her home in Lahore and an apartment in Dubai, where the channel was beamed to Pakistan from. 

Payal frequently felt the absence of her husband, Shahnawaz, often when issues arose in Pakistan and among extended family circles. Nida was almost eighteen and the rural-minded aunts were already either building castles in the air concerning her marriage or questioning Payal's ability to be a good mother, in the absence of a dominating male presence. 

Little did they know that Payal had not lacked for male companionship for years and the relationships she had cultivated over time remained strong as ever. Clarence had lately been a more frequent visitor to Dubai. This had partly to do with the fact that the Chen Group's Middle East division was situated in that city and Payal continued to be a director. More, importantly, this gave him reason to be with Payal, a relationship that had truly blossomed in the past dozen years. 

Clarence was concerned though that while Payal was certainly not lacking in looks, sexual prowess or ability to fuck, her mind seemed elsewhere as he pumped into her cunt. They were making love in a penthouse on top of one of Dubai's tallest buildings and the warm late-afternoon breeze through the open windows was being cancelled by strategically placed jets of cool air. Clarence rolled over and brought Payal on top. He noted that despite the fact that she was well past forty her body remained almost flawless and that continuous exercise had meant that her vaginal muscles had not loosened too much. But on the day, even while she was a sight to behold in her resplendent nudity, her focus was not on the lovemaking. 

"Hey, you not enjoying my fucking you, I guess you must be getting better and younger lovers here." Clarence chided Payal.

"Now you are back to calling me promiscuous," Payal protested as she brought her heels sharply against his ribs and heard him yelp. On the other hand she reminisced about the experience with Caroline in Nairobi when they had participated in an orgy with a group of well-hung lovers. The pickings were not so great or the possibilities so available in Dubai. 

"Okay, so what's bothering you today?"

Payal spilled the beans on the events of the funeral and the situation that was developing concerning an overture from inside the family to the possible marriage of Paijoo and Nida. 

"And that's all the bother you have?" Clarence shot back in a chiding manner.

"It is my little girl after all, and those two men are brutes."

"You must be losing your marbles Payal," Clarence replied, "those kids already have their Malaysian passports and a house in Kuala Lumpur, why leave them in danger in Pakistan?"

Payal's mind suddenly cleared up as Clarence had once again given her the perfect way out of her turmoil. Almost immediately, her brain emptied of all thoughts except the fact that she was riding his cock in broad daylight and in a most appealing environment.

"Stay down," she ordered as she began to rise and lower her pussy onto his penis. Clarence complied instantly but was unable to control the stream of cum that jetted into Payal. Normally they had used protection, but this time around she was okay with his cock being bare as she had just finished having her period a day earlier. 

"Bad boy," she ribbed him, while getting off his cock and tossing him a small towel. 

Ten minutes later, his manhood was fully regenerated as Payal worked her mouth and lips over it. He was pleased that age had not diminished his sexual abilities too much. 

Pulling out of her mouth and pushing her face down, he seriously began to pummel her cunt from behind. Having already concluded a first fuck, he was able to extend his performance for a while as Payal, relieved of immediate concerns, enjoyed every thrust and came profusely. 

Four days later Nida and her younger brother were duly deposited in Kuala Lumpur, under the watchful eyes of their Uncle Clarence and Auntie Caroline. Regardless of however powerful Haqnawaz was in Pakistan, his reach did not extend eastwards beyond the border with India at Wagah. Payal was relieved that Paijoo's mad lust had been checked before it ever took serious root. The kids were more at home in Malaysia anyway and the Chen family had always accepted them as their own. 

III

"Are you sure there is no other way than going to Pakistan in order to secure your divorce?" Asif Dehlavi, Naziran's latest paramour was adamant about not letting her return to the country where Haqnawaz was very powerful. 

"You know darling that we have gone over all other possibilities and the alternatives are either that we keep living together in an unmarried fashion or that I meet with Haqnawaz at the British Council in Lahore," Naziran was giving him the information for the umpteenth time. 

Yet while his cock was firmly fixed into her vagina, Asif was not letting go of the topic. He had a bad feeling in his heart that Naziran could be lost forever if she left for Pakistan. This was indeed strange as he was a reputed Bollywood filmmaker and had hundreds of Miss India aspirants ready to share his bed at a moment's notice. The fact was that for the first time in his life, Asif was truly in love and Naziran had melted his heart in ways no other female had been able to. In order for them to marry, in the UK or India, her very public marriage with Haqnawaz had to be legally ended. Otherwise, neither his rather conservative Muslim Indian family, nor the "stick-to-rules" British government, would not accept their union. 

"Please make love to me so I can think of you for the few days I am away," Naziran whispered in his ear, "and let's decide that meeting that bastard is the best course of action."

Asif began to push into and pull out of her with a renewed energy. Naziran was glad that a fellow actress had directed her to a surgeon who was able to tighten her pussy up considerably. Anyone fucking her no longer had the sense that he was screwing a veritable whore, but felt more like making love to a newly deflowered bride. Asif was, of course, not her only current lover, but definitely the one with whom she spent the most time and would probably like to settle down with. Her one-off stints with stars of various films she was in remained a frequent pastime. The newfound tightness had meant that Asif was unable to control himself for very long and soon spewed into her insides. As he disengaged and tried to walk off towards the bathroom, Naziran grabbed his now soft cock and pulled him back to her. 

"Not yet my dearest," she cooed, as she put her mouth around the sticky appendage. Four minutes later, he was fully erect. A moment later his cock was back in her pussy as she bent over a padded seat. Asif was going to miss her badly, even though the trip was for less than a week. Naziran also felt that the absence would be taxing but knew that meeting her current husband was necessary.

IV

Haqnawaz could hardly wait for Naziran's return to Pakistan. Thanks to his quick thinking, she would be discussing terms with him on home soil, even if the British Consulate was not exactly Pakistani territory. There would be more chances to get to her in Pakistan than in Britain and he was keen that she would pay for all the shame that had been heaped on him in past years. Yet, he did think back wishfully to how he had turned her from a dirty servant girl into a stylish woman and coquette. Naziran had taken every opportunity that had come her way and now was known across much of the world as a fairly accomplished actress, not to mention champion of women's rights. Compared to her, he was just a simple small time corrupt politician. 

In the meantime he was enjoying an unusual treat. A wave of Russian and other East European females had reached the Middle East and even Pakistan. Today he was being entertained by Iliana, a luscious blond from the Ukraine, who had been sent as a gift for the night by the head of the Lahore red-light district (Heera Mandi) association. Iliana had all the moves that the usual Pakistani girls lacked, except that the zing of Naziran was still missing. That said a cock in a hole is a cock in a hole and he was intent on fully utilizing the options laid out before him.

Over the past few hours, Iliana had stripped for him to sexy Western music, sucked his cock, and had vaginal sex. Now she was being turned over as Haqnawaz was going to penetrate her white as marble rear. Anal sex was not an activity she had participated in very much at home and was still not quite used to the intrusion. But her pleas of "nyet, nyet," were having no effect on Haqnawaz as he greased his tool and pressed it into her backside. Iliana let out a string of obscenities in Russian as Haqnawaz continued to fill her anal passage, the bad words turning him on even more. He regretted greasing his cock and wondered how much she would have screamed if he fucked her ass dry. His mind wandered back to the time he had Payal at his mercy many years back and had managed to shove half his cock up her backside before she had tricked him into releasing her. That cunt of a sister had gotten away with near murder he reckoned. The girl currently at the end of his cock was not. To emphasize the point, he put a finger on the edge of her stretched asshole and shoved some of it into her, getting a massive scream for the violation. The ringing of the bedside phone prompted him to pull his finger out and attend to the caller. The news was exactly what he was waiting for.

"Shah ji, the aircraft will be landing at Lahore in two hours' time," the called advised, "and we have arranged VIP reception!"

Tossing the receiver back onto the old style cradle, Haqnawaz began to push in and pull out of Iliana with added purpose. She prayed that he would come soon, but her ass was ravaged for the better part of an hour before whatever cum he had soiled her insides. Slowly he withdrew from her backside and slapped her ass, pointing her in the direction of the exit. As she grabbed for her clothes, he pulled them away, indicating a definite no with his finger. She understood what he meant as a quick shout from him brought three of his henchmen to the door. He made a gesture to them that anyone could understand to mean "she's all yours" and the smiles on their faces mortified the European girl. 

Haqanwaz lay back as a servant girl arrived and washed off his cum stained cock and body with a wet towel. He looked her over and figured that she could have been good entertainment if a bit older and if he was not already spent. He wondered where she came from and how she knew what to do about his post-sex routine. As he formed a question to ask the girl, his attention was diverted by further screams of "nyet, nyet," from another part of the corridor. The girl took the opportunity to scurry off. Rather than fret about the maid leaving, Haqnawaz felt great that he was such a generous boss to his men as he enjoyed the constant screaming that continued for a few hours!

V

Caroline Chen had missed Payal's company. Since their rather involved week in Nairobi, the two had not been able to spend quality time together. Payal had been busy with putting her life back together after the murder of her husband. Caroline, meanwhile, had taken on a couple of new projects which had kept her away from South Asia and the Middle East. Their brief opportunities to see each other had revolved around business meetings, corporate events or other short period get-togethers. She knew well that Clarence would take every opportunity to bed Payal if he was also present at such instances. She should have been jealous of her friend, but instead was happy with the open marriage. After all, Clarence did attend to her every need, come to her on most nights, and still made love to her frequently. 

It was most fortunate thus that Payal was in Kuala Lumpur for a few days to be with her kids while Clarence was in Europe. Caroline had already advised her to be ready to hit the town once jet-lag had been dispensed with. Payal was surprised that the invite was for an intimate girls' night out. Expecting to be asked to wear the usual short skirts, she was intrigued to receive a lovely ball dress in shimmering white with silver trimming. A thin band went around her neck, helping two triangles cover her breasts. Her belly was bared by an oval that began just under her bustline. The rest of the dress was fairly standard, except for a nice long slit on the left side that exposed he leg. 

"I hope you like the dress," Caroline asked just after arriving at the apartment. Payal was surprised that Caroline had given her a full blooded kiss on the lips on her arrival.

"Oh, it's stunning," was the expected response, "but I was wondering who knew what to get me since Clarence is not around."

"My dear, you give my better half too much credit some times," Caroline cooed as she put her hand around Payal's waist and led her out the door to the limousine, "the moment I saw this dress in the mall, I knew I had to see you in it, so this is from me and for me!"

Caroline had not disappointed in her sense of dress either, wearing a daringly back-baring deep blue dress that was cut to expose both of her lovely gams. Taking one look at her, Payal knew that there would be sexual involvement at the end of the evening. What she was, however, uncertain about was who would be the beneficiary of making love to her. 

"We are going to an all-girls' party," Caroline advised, "it's a reunion for my dearest friends at my high school."

Caroline had indeed attended one of the finest women's schools in Malaysia and the dress code made sense for such an occasion. Arriving at the venue, Payal was not surprised to see dozens of beautifully dressed females, mostly from Malaysia, but some from Europe or elsewhere, in attendance. Many were together with their husbands or boyfriends. What was different was that Caroline was one of a small number of females without a male escort. This reality was soon clarified to Payal.

"Surprise, you are my date for the evening," Caroline let Payal know as they entered the ballroom and began to mingle with the guests, "Clarence is not here and I am not going to such an event with those boorish friends of his."

"But is this not going to look odd?" Payal worried.

"Honey, the two of us are being lusted over by all the men here and most of the women," Caroline responded, "and if two of us babes being together is odd then good for us and fuck them!" 

Three hours later the event concluded after the usual dinner and speeches. There had been some dancing involved and Caroline had partnered Payal throughout. Figuring that they would head home and get to bed early, Payal's attention was diverted by Caroline's hand tilting her face so they could kiss in the limousine. Unable to register the moment, Payal let Caroline lead on with the deep kiss. Their mouths still combined, Caroline unclasped Payal's dress to expose her braless breasts. 

"Wait Caroline, what are you doing?" Payal stammered as her friend's mouth closed over one of her nipples. A finger from the other hand touched Payal's lips to ask for silence.

Confused thoroughly by what was going on, but careful not to upset a friend of many years, Payal weighed her options. She had previously had lesbian sex, but very rarely and on a one-off basis. An entanglement with Caroline was not going to upset any apple carts with her other lovers including Clarence. On the other hand spurning Caroline, who was acting strangely funny, could be a bad long-term move. 

Things worked themselves out in Payal's mind and as she accepted another deep kiss from Caroline, she had the strangest feeling that her friend's tongue tasted very nice, and the softness of her caress was not unwelcoming. Sensing that she could always get around later to what brought this change out in Caroline, Payal allowed the lesbian act to continue.

The limousine dropped them off at Caroline's home. Given that her dress was already around her waist and her boobs were on full display, Payal was relieved that the driver was not male but a young Chinese girl. Caroline led her up into the bedroom and went to work in earnest. Slowly she slid the garment off Payal's body. Her fingers deftly disposed of Payal's panties. Caroline turned around so that her dress could be unhooked by Payal. A few seconds later both babes were completely bare, except for their sharp heels. 

Each bent down to help the other with the heel straps. The result was a not too light bump of their heads. As both ladies backed up, they began to giggle incessantly at the small accident. Each extended a hand to touch the part of the head they had bumped the other one. Almost instantaneously as their eyes met, they pulled their bodies together.

Totally bare, except for their sharp footwear, the two simply melted into the arms of each other and lay on the carpeted floor. Their mouths kept coming together and tongues meshing for what appeared to be an eternity. Having not had any serious lesbian encounters, Payal was surprised at how wet her pussy was getting. Almost on cue, Caroline buried her face in Payal's crotch, sending her tongue deep into her vagina. Payal saw stars as Caroline sucked and licked. Payal's hands enmeshed themselves in Caroline's hair. After giving Payal a few orgasms, Caroline lay back and suggestively offered her cunt. Payal needed no further instructions and began to administer a similar treatment to what she had received. 

Done with round one, Caroline raised Payal's legs and undid her heels. A moment later as Caroline seated herself on a nearby couch, Payal removed her shoes. Instinctively, Payal stuck a finger into Caroline's cunt. Caroline eased herself forward, urging a deeper penetration. Slowly Payal kept adding digits until four fingers were lodged inside. Caroline's juices flowed by Payal's hand and stained the couch, but neither woman cared. 

A while later, as Payal sat with her legs splayed outwards on a large bed in the room, Caroline pulled out a long object which appeared to have a bulbous knob at either end. Slowly she inserted one end partway up Payal's cunt. The other end went into Caroline's pussy as she also took a similar legs splayed out position opposite Payal. Without a word Caroline began to push forward and pulling back sending the double dildo both into Payal and herself. Payal figured out that a reciprocal motion from her side would double the impact and soon both ladies were pushing forward and pulling back in tandem. Payal had never done anything of this sort before and was royally turned on. Needless to say the sheets were going to need a serious amount of cleaning. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12



Done with a few sessions of intense lesbian lovemaking, Payal and Caroline lay together silent for an extended moment. 

"Okay so what was this all about?" Payal just had to ask, "we've been together for years and you have never given the slightest hint at having a thing for other girls."

"Oh, I normally don't," was Caroline's surprise answer, "and I've had few lesbian encounters myself."

"Now you've lost me!" Payal protested. 

"Clarence keeps talking about how good you taste and feel in bed," Caroline laid it all out, "and I absolutely had to find out the truth of the matter."

"Firstly, did I meet your expectations," Payal had trouble forming her sentences, "and secondly, you're telling me that you both discuss your extra-marital sex lives?"

"Oh yes, we love to regale each other about all our exploits, his and mine," Caroline responded, "including our orgy in Kenya!"

"And he was okay with you being screwed by multiple men?" Payal blurted.

"I guess so, he wondered if I had filmed the encounter!" Caroline replied while indicating that there was unfortunately no videotape, "he really wanted to see you at the end of a large black cock!"

"You did not answer the other part of my question," Payal reminded her, having turned beet red.

"I must say you are much tastier and sexier than what he described," Caroline whispered into Payal's ear as she came atop and began to finger Payal's pussy once again, "but much as I am enjoying this episode I don't swing both ways often and so let's make this a special, once-in-a-while occurrence."

VI

Mike Whittaker was disappointed that the exploratory committee he had set up to establish if he could be a viable Republican Party candidate for President had not responded favourably. He definitely had support in his state, but had not broken through to the Southern Baptist voter or Northeastern business leaders who formed the backbone of the Republican establishment. The shadow of his dead uncle, Senator Richard Whittaker, cast an aura over his campaign that did not jive with conservative Republican values. He wondered if his laid back Texan dress sense, his Charlie Wilson style of office staffing and his tendency to be seen with rather striking women had torpedoed his chances. He saw himself much more as a Bill Clinton type, rather than the staid McCain, Romney or McConnell clones endeared to the Republican base. That said, his last senatorial campaign had gone off flawlessly and his chairmanship of the Foreign Relations Committee was a major accomplishment for someone still not quite fifty. The job required him to spend quite a bit of time traveling to locations all 

He was looking forward to his next trip though. The war on terror in Afghanistan and around the world had certainly inflamed Pakistan and Richard was on his way to Islamabad to meet with President Musharraf. He had advised the hosts and his own team that an excellent opportunity existed to condole with Payal, at her village, about her late husband and father. Not only would this be the right thing for a friend to do, it would humanize the relationship between countries. There were general knowledge that he was friends with Payal and Shahnawaz. What had, however, remained secret was the extent of his involvement with Payal. The only person in his team who was privy to this fact was Raylene, who herself had participated in a sexual encounter with Payal years earlier. 

Raylene could not help but rib Mike about having a serious hard-on for the Pakistani babe, and received as a reward a quick series of slaps to her buttocks after being pulled across his knees. The two had often been to bed together and the sight of her reddened ass, as Raylene dropped her skirt and bent forward, lead directly to a quickie on his desk, while business outside continued as usual.

"Okay, your secret will remain safe, and I'll find a way for you to be with your lady love," Raylene promised as she put her clothes back on, "but perhaps I wouldn't mind another threesome between the two of us and Payal while in Pakistan!"

VII

Dressed in a sharp blue executive pant suit, and looking like a model of executive excellence, Payal arrived at the British Consulate at 10 a.m. according to the information provided to her and was seated, with her lawyers, in an area separate from the general reception. She appreciated this greatly as she could see Haqnawaz and his people waiting in the bigger room with the general populace. Expecting to be quickly called in to verify a document or two about the impending divorce, she began to feel itchy when the clock first struck eleven and then made its way almost to midday. 

"I'm sorry to have bothered you to come, Mrs. Shahnawaz," the consular official sounded genuinely apologetic, "but Mrs. Naziran Haqnawaz has not shown up for the meeting!"

"There must be some kind of mistake," Payal protested, "she called me from Dubai last night and confirmed she was on the flight to Lahore arriving this morning."

"That is indeed true, and we did have a team to receive her at the airport," the official continued, "but she never showed up and the airline staff are as perplexed as we are since her name was on the manifest."

"It's possible she may have disembarked from the flight prior to departure from Dubai," Payal ventured, "and may be concerned about her safety."

"That is indeed possible, but the Dubai airport has not confirmed any such disembarkation."

"Well since Haqnawaz is here anyway, can he not sign the divorce papers," Payal pressed on, "my lawyers are representing her and have the documents, so we really can proceed anyway."

"No madam, we had suggested this but Mr. Haqnawaz has refused to sign in her absence!"

VIII

"You will not believe what a pleasure it is to meet an American lawmaker who knows a thing or two about Pakistan," President Musharraf was ebullient in his praise towards Mike Whittaker. They had just concluded the first session of their series of meetings dealing with foreign relations issues. 

"I must confess that my knowledge was helped greatly by a Pakistani lady friend, who I met at Georgetown, had as a campaign worker when I started in politics, and have remained on great terms with ever since," Mike responded, leaving out the obvious bits about the extent of the relationship. 

"Well then you must have her attend the official dinner tomorrow night," the President suggested, "she might be someone worthwhile for this administration to look at for future opportunity."

President Musharraf had taken a rather positive route at the start of his administration by selecting a small number of people to be in the cabinet. He had subsequently been forced by international pressure to conduct elections in 2002, leading to the imbecilic Pakistan Muslim League Q run by the Chaudhrys of Gujrat taking over the reins of power. He still, however, remained on the lookout for top-notch people to ensure some quality administration did remain. In this case, the added fact that Payal was a total babe gave him a further reason to want to meet her. He was totally impressed by the praise Mike Whittaker had lavished on her. He had seen her on TV before but never had met Payal in person.

The General was even more impressed when he finally did meet Payal in person. Although her Pakistani dress was significantly more conservative than the skirts and ball gowns she had worn at events outside Pakistan, and she was on the plus side of forty, she still oozed an aura of sexuality that he had not generally seen before in a Pakistani lady. Payal had opted for a simple white outfit with a blouse sectioned in red and blue. On one hand, the blouse brought focus on to her somewhat low cut neck and bosom. On the other it was an appropriate homage to the American flag as the dinner was being held at the US Embassy in Islamabad. The General did have a reputation of being a ladies' man, but Payal's beauty, poise and the fact that she was seated at the main table with Mike and assorted Pakistani and US political heavyweights, meant comments and actions relating to her had to measured. In any case he did note that Mike appeared quite taken with her, and rationalized that the interests of Pakistani-American relations demanded a hands-off approach. 

"Senator Whittaker has been singing your praises ever since he got here," the President stated directly as they were introduced, "I had no idea we had such an able diplomat in Pakistan and outside of the Foreign Service!"

"You're too kind, Excellency," Payal gushed back, turning visibly red, "but he forgot to tell you that he was my political science teacher at Georgetown."

"I am glad that your friendship benefits both countries," the President continued, "and I wonder if someone with your credentials would be open to a more formal position serving the country?"

"Sir, I would be ready to be of service," Payal responded, "but present family matters have complicated things for me."

"Ah yes, I do realize that there has been some bad blood among your relatives," he recalled, "but please do note that the offer is not time bound nor is your ability to call me directly for any help in resolving your family issues."

IX

"He's a hound dog and wants to get into your pants, even more badly than I do just this minute," Mike was ribbing Payal as they shared a sofa at his guest apartment in the Embassy compound. 

"You have got to be kidding," Payal responded, knowing well that she had been sized up by the military man, "he's a decent, honest, nation-loving, person."

"Oh I'm sure of all that," Mike continued, "but he has a definite inclination for the niceties and nice ladies in the country!"

"Perhaps you would rather I go over to the Presidency right now," she joked, "maybe I should see if he is the man you make him out to be."

Mike stood up, took her hands in his, and seriously declared, "you want me to use the old 'we'll bomb you back to the middle ages' threat with him now, do you?"

Payal could not help suppress a giggle and the moment passed with Mike bowing down and kissing her full on the lips. She had not felt the taste of his mouth on hers in many years and in some ways this was a welcome reminiscence. Payal kissed back with gusto and the tension over the President's interest in her waned in no time at all.

Mike's hands began to disrobe her in a hurry as she worked on his clothes. A few moments later, Payal gasped as he reintroduced his penis to her moist pussy. He had simply laid her on the sofa, not bothering to take the few extra steps to the bedroom, in his urgency to possess her again. Rather than fucking her in a frenzied fashion, however, Mike slowed the penetration to a bare minimum and extended their copulation for a notable while. Finally after both released their fluids, Payal rested in the re-familiarized confines of Mike's arms.

Breaking away from the party and coming to his apartment unnoticed had not been an easy undertaking and had involved Raylene's help. The three had driven over to Mike's guest apartment. Raylene had then donned a dark wig and put on Payal's dress. Giving both Mike and Payal a long kiss each, she had departed for Payal's hotel room, accessing the place without problem. 

"I bet you the General would be unable to fuck you like that," he whispered slowly into her ear, receiving a soft punch to his side.

"Are we going to compare notes on his performance and yours," Payal cooed back, "and if so, I'll make a date with him!"

"You need to be punished!" Mike shot back, lifting her legs over his shoulders and placing his cock at her anal entrance. Thankfully he fished a bottle of lotion from somewhere and greased her up prior to pushing inwards. 

"I guess I now know how to get you turned on," Payal mused as his cock stretched her back passage, "the General would get a kick out of it."

X

Just after sunrise, Payal donned a set of Raylene's clothes, along with a blonde wig, and headed to the Serena Hotel. The hotel staff had seen Raylene come by on previous days so nothing was made of the odd-hour arrival. Payal figured that the two would change back into their own personas and complete the ruse. Raylene had other ideas on her mind. As soon as she entered the room, Payal was backed against the wall adjacent to the door as Raylene's tongue was thrust deep into her mouth. Raylene was nearly threadbare and obviously had been awaiting Payal's arrival.

"Come on honey, you did not expect the bee to remain away from the honey pot now did you?" Raylene had a lilting Texan way of putting a non-question, "now strip and get in bed!"

Knowing that she had no plans for the morning and that her driver would pick her up for the trip back to Lahore after lunch, Payal slowly divested of her clothing and joined Raylene on the bed. Raylene had already spread her legs out wide and the obvious signal to Payal was to lick her cunt. 

"Thanks darlin', I wasn't going to let that old letch Mike have all the fun on this trip!" Raylene whispered as Payal brought her to climax after climax. 

Flipping Payal over, Raylene came up top and slowly began to kiss Payal's mouth. The kisses increased in passion and intensity, but were not rough. Rather Payal felt that Raylene was kissing her in the sweetest and softest manner possible. It was a strange but not unpleasant aspect in her sexual behaviour that Payal had not anticipated.

"Ah see you like that honey," Raylene broke off and smiled, "sometimes one needs to give a break to rough, on the range, sex!"

"You do have a wonderful way of kissing," Payal blurted out truthfully, getting a smile from Raylene.

Giving her an oh-well look and wink, Raylene took Payal's hand and proceeded to the large bathroom. The large tub beckoned and both were soon intertwined on the porcelain and warm water helped them clean off the morning's exertions. Both would have liked things to continue indefinitely but their antics were interrupted by a call from Mike. 

"Do you have my assistant or has she gone AWOL in this city?" he sounded mildly peeved.

"She was just going over a few things with me," Payal did not specify that the few things included her naked body, "but she'll be heading out very shortly."

Before I head out, you need to know that Mike is very concerned at your continuing problems with your brother," Raylene delivered a serious message.

"I am worried that he has not giving up on my family or me despite being blunted every time he has tried something," Payal replied.

"Honey, a son-of-a-bitch is always a son-of-a-bitch so remember that you can always call Mike or me if there is anything that we can help with."

"Thanks, you never know when but I am sure I will need to sometime soon," Payal was honest.

"In that case, give me a till-we-meet-again kiss and we will worry about bad things when and if they do raise their ugly heads."

XI

For Naziran the imminent hope of freedom from the tyranny of Haqnawaz had turned into an immediate existential threat. Things had gone well as she boarded the Emirates flight at Heathrow, heading to Lahore via Dubai. She had secured a Pakistani visa in her British passport partly ensuring that she would have standing with the British Embassy in Pakistan should something untoward occurred. The flights from London and Dubai had been smooth and trouble free, as would be expected for a traveller in business class on that airline. Things had somehow taken a turn when she touched down in Lahore and was greeted by a limousine right at the arrival gate, indicating that she would be processed via the VIP terminal.

Waking up disoriented, Naziran discovered that she was in a reasonably furnished room. Trying the door, she discovered that it was locked and she was a prisoner. The last thing she remembered was accepting a glass of juice as she waited at the VIP terminal while her luggage and passport were handled. She knew that she had been tricked hook, line and sinker by Haqnawaz and that the near future was going to be traumatic.

She could not estimate the time as the room was windowless. Rather than screaming and giving Haqnawaz the pleasure of seeing her squirm, Naziran decided to wait out her captivity in silence. At least the man had the courtesy to have a small fridge in the room with food and drink inside. After a small meal, she realized that she had not bathed since leaving London.

The attached bathroom was not too bad and the shower functioned properly. Divesting her worn clothes she stepped under the lukewarm stream of water. She had also found that her suitcases, with clothes inside, had been delivered to the room, so a change of clothing was not going to be an issue. Ever the actress, Naizran dressed in a fashionable white dress with a red dupatta (scarf) and red shoes. Her make up kit was in the suitcase, and she busied herself primping up for what could potentially be the greatest acting role of her life. Very soon she looked like a stunning starlet rather than a kidnapped housewife.

The door finally opened after a couple of hours had passed. A henchman she recognized wished her the usual "Salaam alaikum" but with a defined sneer. Naziran followed him out into the hallway and was led to a large room with a sofa-bed, chairs and some other furniture. A servant girl appeared with tea and savoury finger foods. 

"You are really beautiful baji (elder sister)," the girl spoke after staring at Naziran for an extended while. 

"Thank you," Naizran responded, "I can see that you will be a beauty when you group up too," getting a visible smile from the servant.

"Baji, can I do something for you," the girl asked, "Shah ji will be arriving soon and I am told he is in a very angry mood."

"Pray for me sweetheart," was all Naziran could muster as the girl exited on hearing an order from outside. 

Haqnawaz strode in and Naziran expected him to take her to pieces. Instead he stood spellbound and his eyes kept going up and down her body.

"I never knew you had become so pretty," he exclaimed.

Naziran disarmed by this comment, responded, "Waliyat di huwa tey paani khaalis wey, des di tarah milawat nahin hondi (England's air and water are pure, not contaminated like at home)!"

Haqnawaz closed the distance and took Naziran in his arms, planting kisses all over her mouth and face. This was turning out completely different from what she had expected. He had, in fact, come over with the intent of beating her within an inch of her life. The visage she presented of a girl in virginal white, and the confidence she displayed, took the air out of his anger and instead awoke feelings of passion for her.

"Bistra (bed)," was the only word he spoke and she understood what was to happen next.

In less than a minute she was naked and spread out on the sofa-bed. Haqnawaz was on her and thrusting with energy he had not managed in years. She visualized being in bed with Asif, but knew that letting Haqnawaz have his way was the best course of action. Haqnawaz did not last long and had soon filled her cunt up with his cum. 

"Tera phuda hun vee chuanni di tarah chota hayga weh, tu Wilayat wich innu sambhal ke rakhiya huya si? (Your cunt is as tight as a 25 paisa coin, did you keep it under wraps in England?)" Haqnawaz commented as he withdrew.

"Shah ji tussi meinoo randi hi samajhdey reya karogay (You will always just think I am a whore)," Naziran complained in a flirty manner while thanking her stars that she had the foresight of getting her pussy tightened in England. 

Haqnawaz turned her over and forced his now dry cock against her ass. Naziran had expected that he would revert to his brutish self at some point. The change, however, was rather quick and painful. Half his cock was soon down her rectum as he pressed further into her. Naziran had not been anal raped since being in Pakistan years earlier and even though her passage was hardly virginal, she felt the pain from his probing. But despite his hard thrusts into her back passage, she refused scream and let him feel power over her. This time he lasted for a while before coming. Spent after sodomizing Naziran, he pulled out and turned her over. The moment of truth was at hand. Haqnawaz slowly ran his hand up and down her body, tweaking her nipples in the process.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12



"Tu cheez bari hai mast mast (you are an intoxicating thing)," he hummed a popular Indian tune as his exploration of her nude body continued, "but you want me to let you go free despite all the pain you have caused."

"Shah ji, you can have many like me in Pakistan," Naziran pleaded, "my life is now outside this country, please have mercy and set me free."

"Okay, I'll let you rest for now while I think the matter over," he arose from the sofa-bed, "perhaps we will be able to come to some sort of understanding."

XII

"So you have your whore wife back," Paijoo was screaming furiously at Haqnawaz, "but that bitch Nida is in Malaysia, so am I to simply be happy jerking off?"

Ever since seeing his cousin some months back at the funeral of Payal's father, Paijoo had dreams of possessing Nida. It was a case of history repeating itself as his father, Haqnawaz, had not been able to shake off his lust for Payal despite the passage of much time since her wedding to Shahnawaz. Now Paijoo was seeing the object of his lust slipping away as his dad was getting closer to his ultimate objective or possessing Payal.

While Nida was definitely not as striking as Payal had been in her late-teens, she nevertheless was a babe in the true sense of the word. Her exceptional education, sense of dress and liberal values all were elements that focused Paijoo's mind on Nida. Of course, he knew that Payal would not approve of any such relationship given the antics of his father towards that family in the past decades. Yet, hope is eternal and he imagined all sorts of scenarios whereby he could possess his beautiful cousin. And when hope is present, along with an active imagination, one can sometimes surprise himself with solutions.

"You know that scheme of yours to involve the Airport VIP Security worked really well with that servant girl," Paijoo reminded Haqnawaz, "and I am wondering if something can be arranged that ensures Nida has to return to Pakistan and we can nab her in a similar manner!"

Haqnawaz was stunned by the cogent reasoning of his otherwise imbecilic and boorish son and responded, "Okay, why don't you think something up with your mother and let me know so we can right all the wrongs ever done to us!"

XIII

Payal was seriously concerned that something was amiss with Naziran. She had immediately called up Asif Dehlavi in London, who had confirmed that the movie star had indeed departed as indicated. Amos and Ruqaiya also had no clues as to Naziran's whereabouts. Payal got a further "no-idea" answer from her friends in the British civil service. The US embassy in Islamabad could not turn up anything either. It was apparent that Naziran had fallen prey to some dastardly scheme. Alternatively the ground had simply opened and swallowed her up. Yet in her heart and mind she had the nagging feeling that Naziran was somewhere in Pakistan and that she had somehow fallen into Haqnawaz's obvious trap. 

"We'll see what can be turned up," President Musharraf assured her, "and it would be a real pleasure to be of service to two lovely ladies who have done the nation proud."

Payal had finally turned to the one person who would have perhaps the best knowledge of the goings-on in the country. The direct number that she had received during the dinner a few weeks earlier with Mike Whittaker connected instantly to an aide and then to the President himself. Musharraf was all ears concerning her call and appreciated the fact that Payal was asking for help to locate someone else and not seeking a personal favour. 

"You will, however, have to make me one promise, dear lady," he continued, and Payal wondered if this would lead straight to his bedroom, "once we do recover your friend, the two of you will join me for dinner so I can talk to both of you further about serving the country."

She took a sigh of relief that contrary to what she had heard in passing, the President was not inclined to take advantage of her beauty.

"Give me a few days' time to figure out what is going on and I promise you will hear back from me soon."

XIV

Payal's mind was taken off Naziran's disappearance when she received a call from Haqnawaz's first wife, Parveen. Sounding very excited, she announced that a suitable match had been arranged for her son, Paijoo, and that the wedding would be held in three weeks' time. Being Paijoo's aunt, Payal was obligated to attend the event. More concerning was the fact that her daughter and son, being first cousins to the groom, also needed to be in Pakistan. She inquired about the bride to be, and was advised that she belonged to a respected landed family, but no real details were shared.

Payal's kids were keen on the event, neither having been given too many details about how their uncle and cousin had been absolute bastards. Tickets to Lahore, via Bangkok, were booked for an arrival well ahead of the event so they could do the necessary shopping in Pakistan. 

Payal should have put more thought into the new development and the situation regarding Naziran, but a major Chen Group meeting was scheduled just a few days later in Lebanon. The Group had increased its Africa and Middle East hotels significantly and were on the verge of announcing plans for a new property in the autonomous Iraqi region of Kurdistan. The trouble was that her kids would reach Lahore a day ahead of her return. She tried to get them to delay but both children were adamant that they would stay with Payal's mother and be just fine.

XV

Lebanon was unlike any other Arab country Payal had been to. Although it lacked the opulence of Dubai, Beirut oozed class and beauty. She was impressed by the superb landscape and beaches. She also took note of the natural beauty among the Lebanese females, who dressed much more liberally than their Peninsular Arab counterparts.

Payal was no slouch herself and sent many Lebanese tongues wagging with wonderment as she arrived for the meeting wearing a sleeveless black skirt with a red belt around the waist, stockings and sharp red heels. She could sense that the eyes of the Iraqi participants were constantly on her. But by now she had learnt very well that her beauty was extremely disarming to powerful men and also aided greatly in moving discussions along. Ismail Kurdi, the fiftyish Iraqi chief executive was particularly deferential every time she brought up a point for discussion. She had no doubt he was having visions of a tryst with her in the very near future. The meetings proceeded extremely well and Payal's handling of negotiations was much appreciated by both the Chen side and the Kurdish partners from Erbil. Not only had the property in mind been finalized, plans were laid out for two more hotels in other main Kurdish cities. 

A celebratory dinner was held at the finest open-air Iraqi restaurant in town. Payal found that the food was being served on a circular table, which had a high backed sofa going almost around it. She was not surprised to find herself seated between Clarence Chen and Ismail Kurdi. 

She was not too concerned as she felt Clarence's hands on her left thigh. She had anticipated spending that night with him, having not done so for the past two nights due to his other business commitments. What she did not expect was a second hand landing on her right thigh and probing inwards. Ismail Kurdi was continuing to have an active conversation with other folks at the table, while his hand had deliberately strayed into Payal's lap. She had not worn a particularly daring dress, but had opted for a black and grey skirt that enclosed her breasts and was held up around her neck. She had decided against stockings and a pair of open-toe shoes enclosed her feet. The lack of stockings meant that both Clarence and Ismail had their hands directly on her bare skin. One touch, she was very used to. The other, was highly intrusive but left her few options.

"It's such a pity that both Clarence and you did not bring your better halves along," Payal commented, hoping that it would give Ismail a jolt of reality.

"Oh no, the Middle East is too dangerous a place for our women to be a part of business," Ismail responded, "my wives are happy at home spending my money."

"And how many wives may that be?" Payal just had to ask, while his hand went under her skirt and touched her panties. She wondered if she should slap his hand or his face but imagined that a real scene would be created.

"That would be three," he truthfully replied, "the first my mother's niece and choice from childhood, the second my true love from my college days, and the third my support in my old age!"

"And do I sense you are looking for a fourth?" Payal queried him as his hand slipped between her legs and came up against the panties directly over her cunt. She felt Clarence's hand suddenly being lifted off her other leg and realized that the two men had touched by accident as they felt her up. Ismail's hand continued its bold move up her skirt. 

She looked pleadingly at Clarence who also appeared speechless by what was happening just under the table. Payal weighed the options present to her. She could simply sit back and let Ismail finger her till his hand went sore, but there was no guarantee he was going to stop anytime soon. She could give him a serious slap to his face, but then all the good work of the previous days and the new arrangement would go down the drain. She could create a diversion that would enable everyone to get back to normal.

The third idea appeared to be the best of all. Her first impulse was to grab her cell phone and make a call to Pakistan to check on flights. As she opened her purse, Ismail's fingers successfully slipped under her panties and came into direct contact with her pussy. She felt him tense just a bit as he extended a finger and managed to slide about a half inch into her. Payal searched for her phone and then remembered she had left it on the charger in her suite. 

As a second finger from Ismail entered her cunt, Payal had another idea. A waiter had just dropped off a pot of hot Iraqi tea close to her. She picked up the pot and motioned to pour into her cup. Just as she did so, Payal turned suddenly towards Clarence and said, "I'm sorry did you just ask me something?" Clarence and others wondered why she had responded to a question that had not been asked, when her hand appeared to slide and the hot liquid spewed out of the pot and right into Ismail's lap. Ismail let out a massive yelp and flew out of his seat, his fingers exiting Payal's pussy in a hurry. 

The dinner broke up at that point and Ismail sheepishly excused himself, wishing everyone well and inviting Clarence and company to visit Kurdistan in the near future. Payal made a mental note that such a trip would never materialize if she was required to attend. The Iraqis soon left the hotel for their opulent residences in the hills of Beirut. 

Back at their hotel, Clarence quickly took Payal by the arm and she willingly followed him to her suite. She was thankful that the matter had not escalated and that businesswise things were on the level. Clarence pushed her against the door soon as he had closed it and pressed his mouth to hers. His hand went under her skirt and ripped the panties to shreds. Payal silently let him undress her and soon was threadbare. Clarence pushed her down onto a sofa and rammed into her cunt from behind. Payal was surprised by the ferocity of the attack as he pummeled into her. She felt sore on her insides when he finally erupted and let his fluids dribble down her legs as he withdrew.

"Wow, what was that all about?" she queried him, "I almost felt that you were raping me, not making love."

"That is what you deserve for being so fucking sexy and desirable to other men," he responded while caressing her boobs, "I do not know how I held back from hitting that bastard as he fingered you."

"Now, now, you have sat back and watched many times while others have fucked me," she referred to parties in Malaysia that both had attended.

"That is true, but those people were vetted and had my blessing," he answered, "they were my input to your added sexual prowess, but this swine was just a dirty old man."

"But would you have let him continue and perhaps ask to spend the night with me if business decisions were paramount?"

"Don't you ever assume that I would use you as a pawn," Clarence shot back, "I have many businesses but you are just one!"

A smile broke across Payal's face as Clarence made his declaration. Grasping his cock she put her legs around his torso and motioned for him to fuck her in the missionary position. Clarence complied without further comment and soon the two were rocking in the familiar loving embrace that had been a hallmark of their relationship for a number of years. Payal moved up to meet every thrust from him. Clarence anticipated every spasm that racked her body and moved in or out in synch with her senses. She giggled inwardly as she realised that they had not even made it to the bedroom but were giving the large lounge couch a serious workout. Clarence held back as long as he physically could, while Payal came frequently and audibly. Finally, unable to delay his orgasm any more, he let go and slumped as if comatose onto her chest.

"Perhaps we should head to the bed," she nudged him as he shifted his weight off her a bit.

Just as he slowly removed his spent and shrinking cock from her pussy, their attention was diverted by the incessant ringing of Payal's phone, still hooked to the charger. She jumped up and noted that the call was from Pakistan. She figured it was the children letting her know they had arrived safely.

Instead it was a voice she had never heard. The message first sent Payal into shock for a moment and then into a fit of hysterics.

"Listen bitch, we have your children. Nothing will happen to them if you accept the terms of the message you will soon receive. We will call you at your home in Lahore when we know you are back, but only if you return within forty-eight hours. Otherwise you can imagine what will be doing to your darlings!"

XVI

"Your children and your friend are being held in a remote part of the Federally Administered Tribal Areas," President Musharraf had called Payal when she reached her residence, having rushed back from Lebanon within the allotted time period.

"So you can arrange for a rescue?" she responded hopefully.

"Unfortunately not at the immediate moment," he truthfully replied, "local arrangements since British times have limited our force levels and ability to govern in that region."

"Am I to assume that you are going to stand by and do nothing?"

"Not at all, we are coordinating a plan with our American allies across the border, and hopefully will resolve this soon and in a good way."

Rushing home from the airport, Payal found the glossy wedding invitation indicating that Nida would wed Paijoo in the near future. The date was just a few days onwards, but no address was provided. The call from the President had provided information that the captives, including Naziran, were being held at the compound of one of Haqnawaz's Aitchison College classmates, Gul Badin Khan, another feudal lord who had built a drug and slave trading empire by exploiting his tribesmen and others. The next call came from Parveen.

"Payal, I am sorry," she said, "but Paijoo is my son and by marrying your daughter we can both turn him away from his bad habits and also heal the wounds between our families."

"You are out of your mind," Payal shot back, "do you not remember how badly Haqnawaz has treated you or me?"

"Yes I do," was the expected response, "but I do not want my son pining for your daughter for the rest of his life like my husband has for you!"

"But I have never given Haqnawaz any encouragement," Payal was stunned, "rather I have thwarted his every move on my property or person."

"Yes, but this marriage has to go ahead," Parveen coldly replied, "so you have the option of coming here and attending or we will proceed anyway."

"Parveen why are you doing this?"

"I have been treated badly because of my husband's desire to possess you Payal," Parveen spewed her poison out, "now because Paijoo wants your daughter he has finally come over to my side and I made this plan to bring you children and you back to Pakistan!"

Payal felt like the roof had caved in on her. She had been exceedingly sympathetic to Parveen ever since her marriage to Shahnawaz. Yet today, Parveen had shown that she was as cold and calculating as her swinish husband. She truly had demonstrated that she was the mother of that heartless bastard Paijoo after all.

"You will receive the location to the event tomorrow," Parveen barked at Payal, "be there as soon as you can or leave things as they are."

XVII

Nida was terrified of what was going to transpire next. Their flights from Malaysia via Bangkok had been smooth and the reception by VIP officers at the Lahore airport did not seem out of place. Things had gone wrong as soon as they were led to a large Mitsubishi Pajero vehicle and guards pointed guns at them.

"Your mother will be coming tomorrow to bless our union," Paijoo gloated as he walked into the room she had been locked inside. 

"I would rather take poison than marry you," Nida bravely shot back.

Paijoo raised his arm as if to hit her, but then smiled and lowering it said, "we would not want the bride to be blemished any more than necessary!"

At that moment three large and ugly females walked into the room and started to tear at her clothes. Nida resisted with all her might, but was soon stark naked. Paijoo's erection was formidable and a tent had formed around the midsection of his shalwar.

"Comply and we will be nice," he warned her, "don't comply and I will have your brother fed to my dogs!"

The fight left Nida immediately. Ten minutes later, she found herself bound hands and feet, her mouth taped over, and tossed naked onto the floor. Paijoo had immensely enjoyed the torture being inflicted on his cousin as she was bared and bound. Pushing Nida down, so that her bound hands were behind her back, he started to suck greedily on her sizable tits. His hands wandered down to her pussy, but his progress was restricted by the fact that her feet were bound together and did not allow her legs to be splayed apart. Paijoo now turned her over onto her knees and pushed her head forward. Her asshole was in his sights and he kissed and fondled her back side with lust. Taking a dab of spit he greased her anus and lined his cock up to buttfuck her.

"You stupid idiot, stop you actions this very minute," Haqnawaz had burst into the room, "she may be our prisoner but she is my brother's daughter and you will not treat her like a whore!"

"But dad, you said you wanted revenge on this family," Paijoo protested as the tip of his cock touched Nida's asshole.

"Yes, but this girl is you intended wife, surely you can have some respect."

"The same sort of respect you have given my mother, your other whore wife and every female you have ever known?" Paijoo retorted, not backing away from his intentions to impale his cousin.

He saw stars a split second later as Haqnawaz landed a swift kick right into his ribs. Grabbing Paijoo by the hair, he dragged his son out of the door, yelling in the process for his henchman to assist him.

"I am sorry that he is acting like an animal already," Haqnawaz addressed the naked girl, "after all you are going to be my daughter and deserve respect."

Reprieved from the anal rape on one hand she was thankful to Haqnawaz, but as a prisoner still she willed that the wrath of God descend on her captors. Haqnawaz slowly gathered her up and lifted her onto the bed. She hoped he would untie her and provide clothes. Instead he covered her with a sheet, kissed the top of her head in a paternalistic manner, and left the room. The ladies did not show up for another couple of hours to release Nida and give her clothes to wear. She was terrified with what was transpiring in her life but was even more worried about how her brother was faring. 




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12



XVIII

"You win," the two words that elated Haqnawaz to no end softly came out of Payal's mouth.

Payal had arrived at the compound via a circuitous route, having first traveled by air to Peshawar, then escorted by the military to Michni near the Afghan border. Finally she had been brought over, without her escorting lawyer and servant, in another all-terrain vehicle to the place where her children were held captive. Haqnawaz and others were waiting for her in a large room. She had asked to be left alone with him to discuss matters and after some reluctance Parveen, Paijoo and others had left and gone over to the family quarters across a large courtyard.

"Are my children fine?" was her first question when the others had left.

"Let me put your mind at ease," Haqnawaz answered, "take a look at the live video feeds from their rooms."

The first feed showed her son, Aamir, sitting on a sofa. A few men were in the room and all appeared to be watching TV. She immediately relaxed a bit. This easing went away in an instant when the feed from Nida's room played. Nida was splayed naked and upside down across a bed, her wrists and feet tied to the bed posts. 

"You bastard, that is your niece, your own flesh and blood," Payal shrieked.

"Yes you are absolutely correct," Haqnawaz replied, "but she was being difficult and I also needed you to understand that we are serious about things!"

"And you believe that Nida's marriage to Paijoo will fix everything?"

"In the absence of any alternatives, it cannot hurt!"

"What if I were to offer you the alternative that you have sought for many years?" Payal asked.

"Just what can you give me now better than what I already have?"

Payal rose from the sofa she was seated on and positioned herself in front of the wall to one side. She dropped her dupatta and let the loose Pathan cloak she was wearing fall to her feet. Haqnawaz shot to attention as he saw that she was dressed in a knock-out blood red body suit that was undone to her belly and allowed her breasts to peek out. He noted that she had no bra underneath. His cock shot to attention in no time flat.

"For years you have wanted to possess me and my property," Payal willed herself to speak, "today you can have both if my children are let loose and never bothered again by any of your family or yourself."

"What can stop me if I rape you right now?" Haqnawaz asked as she lowered the zipper on the body suit all the way down to her pussy allowing him to get a glimpse of her panties. 

"You have tried to do that before, but I know you want to possess me so that I willingly serve you in any way you want and without coercion."

"What are you proposing?" his interest was really piqued by her actions so far. 

"Aamir and Nida are to be released and handed over to the Pakistan military," Payal laid out her terms, "and I will marry you the moment their release is confirmed."

"I think I will let too much go with this arrangement," Haqnawaz replied.

"And once we are married, I will sign over all my property to your name," Payal added, noting that Haqnawaz had perked up. 

As he mulled over proposal, Payal turned to face the wall and dropped the body suit to the ground. He stared unreservedly at the fancy black stockings that appeared from under the body suit. Her bare back and nearly nude ass pushed his resolve over the edge. Haqnawaz came up behind Payal and took her breasts in his hands. His cock touched her back side. He pressed down on her tits and she moaned with pleasure that he did not know was completely feigned. He put one hand on her panties and tried to push them down, but she stopped his act of totally baring her by grasping the undergarment firmly.

"If we have an agreement, please release my children and begin preparations for our wedding," Payal whispered, "and do make sure that Naziran is there to watch me become the new Chaudhrani."

Haqnawaz was in seventh heaven as he released Payal and headed out to make the necessary arrangements. His first order was to have Naziran moved to the rooms where Payal would be prepared for the wedding. She would suffer the indignity of seeing the rightful person become his next wife, after which he would likely sell her into slavery to some other feudal lord. Haqnawaz figured that Paijoo would blow his gasket on learning that Nida was to be released, but expected that his own plan would ultimately result in happiness for both father and son. 

Payal put her clothes back on and hoped that her actions would bear fruit. If things did not work out, one of the rings she wore had a cyanide capsule hidden inside which she would gladly swallow or give to Haqnawaz. She fervently hoped that Haqnawaz followed through with his agreement and that Nida and Aamir would soon be in safe hands and her lawyer would confirm this from Islamabad via phone. She also hoped that a way out for Naziran would also be negotiated. She thanked her stars that Haqnawaz did not force sex upon her in the room but gladly accepted the offers of marriage and property with some grace.

XIX

"Baji, why have you come to this nest of vipers?" Naziran was understandably upset to find Payal in the same location as herself, "do you not know these bastards mean no good?"

"I would not have come if it was not absolutely essential," Payal responded, and then narrated the whole story of the children being kidnapped from the airport.

"That's exactly what happened to me after I arrived in Lahore from Dubai," Naziran blurted out. This confirmed to Payal that Haqnawaz had a powerful source in the airport police, who had delivered the golden eggs twice already.

"I am hoping that Haqnawaz keeps his word and that my children are returned to safety."

The door to the room opened and the servant girl who had served Naziran a few days earlier entered with a tray of food and drinks. Following her were two boys carrying ornate clothing and jewellery. These items gave Payal the confirmation and comfort that Haqnawaz was keeping to his side of the bargain.

Haqnawaz strode into the chamber shortly after the servants had left. He first grabbed on to Naziran and kissed her on the mouth. His next move was to put his arms around Payal and give her a quick peck on the lips. Payal let him go ahead with his act, ensuring that he was confident of her compliance. 

"I am a man of my word. Your children have both departed and you should hear from them in the next three to four hours," he announced, "so you can spend that time getting yourself readied for your wedding later this evening!"

"Can we not delay the wedding till tomorrow," Payal pleaded, "today is after all the death anniversary of my ex-husband, your dear brother."

"Accepted, but we will conduct the ceremony following afternoon prayers and there will be a big feast next," Haqnawaz was being magnanimous, "but the real fun will start after that!"

Payal was relieved that she had delayed the inevitable. The story of the death anniversary was not totally fabricated, but would occur a few days later. She was on edge awaiting word from her children. Finally at around 9 p.m. her cell phone was returned by a large henchman of Haqnawaz. Her daughter was on the line.

"Mom we are in Islamabad, but why have you put yourself in danger?" Nida was crying profusely.

"Mom we could have handled things on our own," Aamir piped up.

"Let me talk to Mr. Lashari," Payal cut them both off.

"Good evening Madam," Lashari responded, "we are at home safe and the temperature is a comfortable 30 degrees."

"Thank you and give my best to all," Payal replied as she shut off the phone and returned it to the crony who had been present throughout the conversation. 

She was relieved that the correct code, 30 degrees, had been provided to confirm the safety of her children. Naziran noted the change in Payal's demeanour almost immediately.

"Baji, it seems the children are safe," Naziran commented, "now I do hope you can find a way out of here too."

"God is great," Payal replied. 

Naziran had left her late in the night. A couple of hours later Payal heard the unmistakable sounds of rough sex as Haqnawaz took out his immediate frustrations on his former servant girl and current second wife. Payal prayed that the ISI, Mike Whittaker and others would work out some viable plan to get her out of the predicament she was in. She was not that ignorant that she would have walked into Haqnawaz's clutches without a back up plan. However, the possibility of things not working out gnawed on her mind. 

XX

Payal looked radiant in the wedding clothes even though the pressure on her was intense. Naziran could not help but comment on her obvious beauty. Naziran herself had been decked out in wedding finery. Soon the two were joined by Parveen, who appeared very agitated by the happenings.

"You bitch, you have finally taken my place," she accused Payal.

"Well, it was not my plan to kidnap my children," was the sharp retort.

"I hope Haqnawaz treats you like the whore you are," Parveen's bile was flowing.

"Well you should know, having been treated even worse for decades!"

Parveen came forward to hit Payal but her path was blocked by Naziran who had blood in her eyes. Figuring that she could not take on both of them, Parveen stormed out looking for Haqnawaz.

Sometime later as the afternoon prayer time arrived, Payal was told that a large group had gathered in the meeting room and that a maulvi was there to perform the nikaah (marriage ceremony). Just then the young servant girl came running into the room and spoke excitedly to Payal and Naziran.

"Shahji is planning to sell Naziran baji to his friend tonight," she hurriedly said, "and Parveen baji has received his agreement to kill Payal baji after a few days so Nida can be kidnapped at the funeral and then married to Paijoo!"

Both Payal and Naziran were dumbfounded. Getting married to Haqnawaz would make him the direct beneficiary of her property, the thing he desired even more than Payal herself. He would kill her in some creative manner and then get to her daughter. If the monstrous scheme succeeded, things would work totally in favour of Haqnawaz, with the exception of ultimately losing Payal, but after using her.

As the ladies put their minds together a group of three older men arrived and per custom read the marriage contract to Payal. She agreed three times and signed the paper. Once Haqnawaz did the same, the two would be married. The old men left and about twenty minutes later shouts of congratulations rang through the hallway. Payal was now Mrs. Haqanawaz Kakar Number Three!

XXI

A short time later Parveen walked in holding the signed marriage contract. She tossed the document in Payal's direction.

"Here's your paper," she barked, "now sign over the property."

"Agreed, so please give this to my lawyer and tell him to come with the papers for the property signing." Mr. Lashari had been escorted back from Islamabad after the kids were safe and was in the room next door. 

"Please don't sign," Naziran pleaded, hoping for a miracle from somewhere, just as Payal endorsed the papers.

Suddenly a massive explosion shook the foundations of the building. Payal and others were thrown to one side of the room. Instinctively the two ladies and the lawyer ran for the door and out into the courtyard. The sight was incredulous. There was no sign at all of the main meeting room, and a rather large crater remained in its place.

Payal's attention was suddenly diverted as Parveen ran out behind them screaming obscenities. Her intent on attacking Payal was clear as a large knife was in her hand. Parveen, however, did not go more than five yards when she fell to the ground and was motionless. Payal turned around to see an American soldier holding his gun out, having just put her attacker down. 

"Ma'am would all of you please follow us," a second soldier commanded and the three survivors stumbled to one side of the compound where a helicopter suddenly materialized. 

XXII

The newspapers reported that a major terrorist and drug smuggling ring had been destroyed in a joint US-Pakistani operation in the Tribal Areas. The attack had been timed just as most of the male visitors to the wedding vow ceremony had exited for the sumptuous lunch laid out at some distance in tents erected in an open field. The rocket fired from one of the helicopters had leveled the place and turned Haqnawaz, Paijoo and Gul Badin into dust particles. 

Recovering at home from the ordeal and being questioned by various authorities, Payal could not believe that the man who had tormented her for decades no longer walked the face of the earth. She certainly had not wanted Parveen to meet her fate but rationalized that it was good reward for being the evil mind behind the kidnapping of her children.

"Mrs. Haqnawaz," the lawyer addressed her differently in deference to the very legal wedding certificate, "with your husband dead, all his properties are now intestate and it will be very important for Naziran baji, his sisters and yourself to decide how to handle matters."

"Do you think I want any of that bastard's properties?" Payal spat at the lawyer.

"Of course not, but circumstance has made you arbiter and legally you do need to be involved."

"Does this include my property signed over to him just before the bomb struck?" Payal inquired.

"Oh no, those papers were never filed in a proper court of law and are here for you to do as you seem fit," her responded, handing her a package.

Payal took one look at the pages and dumped the packet into a metal wastebasket. A match was tossed in by the lawyer with her silent approval. All threats to herself and her property had now ended. 

"Please call Shahnawaz's sisters and Naziran to the house for a family meeting tomorrow," she ordered.

Having landed at an airbase near Islamabad, Payal had rushed to grab her children who had been brought to the venue to meet their mother. She was still decked out in the wedding garb, but no one seemed to care. Naziran's first reaction was to ask for a phone so she could call Asif Dehlavi and tell him she was safe. 

In addition to Pakistani officers, she was not surprised to see a number of US embassy and armed forces personnel. The military forces had been able to pinpoint the location as Payal had secreted a homing device within her clothing. Once the children had been freed, it was necessary to ensure that all parties were in a single location and that Payal and Naziran could be saved. The heady atmosphere and sense of victory had lulled Haqnawaz and his friends into complacency. His last act was to agree to his marriage with Payal and to accept the greetings of the many folks around. Just as the rocket hit, Haqnawaz was day dreaming about finally fucking Payal in any way that he desired. Not only was he stoked up by his legal marriage he had stocked up on Viagra and other supposed sexual aids so he could fuck her raw. The only part of his body ultimately recovered was his right hand, which was grasping onto the stem of his cock through his shalwar! 

The family gathering went smoother than could be imagined. Within minutes of the start, Payal announced that the entire property of her husband of a few minutes would be divided between Naziran and his two sisters. This brought much joy to everyone. By lunchtime, the distribution had been amicably agreed upon. Naziran then took an unexpected step of turning over her entire portion to a charity for battered women. The former servant girl added that she would be marrying Asif Dehlavi shortly and living in India and England. Her Pakistani film career was over.

XXIII

"So everything has worked out just fine for you," Caroline summed things up as she cuddled up to Payal. Both were naked and had just gone through an energetic session of kissing and fondling each other in a sauna, their bodies slick with oil and sweat.

"Hey do leave some for me," Clarence complained as he joined the two ladies, "I am getting so jealous of Caroline having all the fun!"

A moment later Clarence lay naked and face upwards on the bench. Payal was astride his torso, his cock buried into her pussy. Caroline had positioned her cunt over his face and was having her juices lapped up. A threesome with her friends had never happened before but it was always on the cards. Relieved at the end of issues in Pakistan, Payal had gladly accepted a long trip to Malaysia and then the expected sessions of lovemaking.

"What are Nida and Aamir planning for their futures?" Clarence asked Payal once the lovemaking was done.

"Aamir has been accepted by Rice University and will attend the Fall session," Payal replied, "Nida seems to be more interested in staying here and pursuing her fashion design business rather than completing a degree anywhere."

Her son had inherited his father's physique and had often modeled clothing for the fashion line Nida had launched a few months earlier. Payal was very proud of Aamir's academic achievements and his acceptance at Rice. Mike Whittaker had promised to keep his eyes on the young man and Payal knew she could completely trust the senator. Nida, on the other hand, had proven academically inept but had a flair for fashion. Though Payal hoped she would reform and complete her degree at the University of Singapore, Nida seemed to have other plans. Time would tell how things would turn out.

XXIV

The time to tell arrived soon and Payal was in a quandary as to what actions to take next. Returning one afternoon to the apartment in Kuala Lumpur that the family had maintained for many years, she heard odd sounds coming from inside.

Instinctively she followed the giggles to Nida's room and was stunned by the sight that awaited her. Nida was threadbare and seated on her knees on her bed. Jonathan Wu, Caroline's younger brother, equally naked, was standing in front of her. Jonathan's cock was buried deep in Nida's mouth as she sucked him with obvious intent. 

Payal was frozen as the scene played out in front of her. She willed herself to say or do something, but her brain did not respond. Nida sucked on with gusto until Jonathan suddenly appeared to tense. Nida jerked her mouth off his cock just as a stream of cum went across her face, hair and torso.

"Yuk, you need to tell me before you are going to blow," Nida complained as Jonathan sheepishly smiled at her.

"That was nice honey, but what I really want is to make proper love to you in your bed," he stated.

"C'mon now, you know I am still a virgin and would probably be killed by the family if I let you fuck me," she responded, providing Payal with a great deal of information.

"But we've been having oral sex for months, surely it is time to move things forward," he protested.

"Or perhaps it is time for you to go home and wonder why you will no longer get the best blow jobs you have ever had any more!"

Payal was seated in the living room, staring absently at a magazine, when the two walked in on her and were red-faced with expectation that they had been caught.

"Oh I did not know you were at home," Payal said, "and good to see you Jonathan."

"It's nice to see you too Mrs. Shahnawaz," Jonathan stammered.

"Are you not headed to Carnegie-Mellon later this month for your graduate studies?"

"Yes indeed," he responded getting a strange look from Nida. Apparently he had failed to mention this fact to her. 

Much later as she sat and reflected on life, Payal realized that she had faced and beaten great odds throughout. She had been a fighter for her family and for just causes. She was certain that her tenacity and virtues had influenced her children. Yet she wondered how inclined to extra-marital sex her kids were going to be. Aamir had not yet shown any great interest in girls but she expected that would be taken care of in the US. Nida had just demonstrated that she was already sexually active but in a restrained manner. At this crossroads the depth of thought meant that her mind began to wander and soon she was fast asleep on the sofa. Suddenly she felt the presence of Shahnawaz in her dream.




Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12



"Payal my darling, you have to decide whether you are going to be a typical Pakistani mother or a liberal one," he whispered.

"But I have been a good wife and mother," she protested.

"Undoubtedly, but you have used your charms to gain and grow in life," he replied, making Payal understand that the apparition was aware of her extra-marital sexual antics.

"Yes, but that does not mean things that I have done can also be okay for my kids," she sounded hypocritical to herself.

"Perhaps then your first act will be to decide whether you will or will not allow a Nida ki Jhankar?"

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Note: A heartfelt thank you to all readers who have read, commented on, and appreciated this story that was suggested many months ago by Waishoo.