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.