It was now one month since Hassan first fucked Payal. She has no regrets about it as she knew it was bound to happen someday, she can't avoid it for long.
Payal could not face mama that day, Mama was also strangely quiet. Just before Prakash was due to come home she called her and talked to her. She spoke to her like her mom and explained that she should not tell this to Prakash as this will lead to trouble. She cannot agree more, neither did she wanted to tell Prakash. She advised her to avoid Hassan and stay away from him. Payal was not sure if that could happen.
She was right; Hassan barged in the next day and took Payal into her room. Her mother in law watched helplessly. Hassan never closed the door in between and let mama hear Payal's moans and cries. The rooms were small and every word can be heard on the other side. Hassan enjoyed it even more, knowing that she is listening to everything. However Payal despised it and to avoid it next time she simply went to Hassan's house.
Later Payal learned that her husband Prakash is indeed a gay and he married just to avoid social stigma attached with being a gay. During the first three months he hardly had sex with Payal three times. Now after Payal learned what sex is all about she knew Prakash could never be the man for him. She confronted him one night and he admitted to being a gay. She has no choice as she cannot fall back on her family and divorce is a big stigma in Indian society. Anyway she was getting her physical needs satisfied from Hassan.
After coming out open to Payal, Prakash felt much better, especially as Payal didn't make any noise about it and accepted it. He even told her about his male friends and one of them was Hassan.
Hassan increased his control over Payal and fucked her whenever he wanted. Prakash was happy in his own world and his mother was no problem. Payal realised that she all along enjoyed it and even look forward to it. She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth, little did she knew that she will have plenty of that very soon.
Hassan on the other hand was very happy to have her under his control and was planning to use her for his benefit. Hassan at that moment was with Pradhan, a local politician who helps Hassan secure good government contracts.
"You are a lucky bastard, Hassan, I don't know how you manage to get these beauties without brains," Pradhan laughed.
"This one is comparatively easy, she loves sex and gets horny the moment you grab her," Hassan spoke, "and moreover her family is not at all trouble. You won't have any trouble putting that cunt to good use."
"I can't wait to fuck her, the sooner she is ready the better, I have people coming over next week," Pradhan spoke.
Next afternoon Hassan was with Payal at his house. He was lying on the bed and Payal was bent between his legs, trying to swallow as much of his cock as possible. Hassan was enjoying the magic of her tongue over his shaft.
"Payal, next Saturday I have a party and you have to be there with me as a host," Hassan informed her while grabbing her hairs and bouncing her head over his cock.
"Ugg," she tried to answer but as her mouth was full nothing could be understood, however it didn't matter she has to follow what he says.
On Saturday night Payal was exited as it was a big party and lot of people were invited. Most of the people were business associates of Hassan and not known to her. She went to party with her husband Prakash. At the party Hassan quickly separated her from Prakash telling him that she is the one who has to manage the party being the host.
Payal took special care to dress up for the party. She wore a yellow colour Saree with matching blouse. The blouse was backless and tied behind with strings only. Her long and slender back was naked. The hairs reaching upto the middle of back were partly blocking the view. As she walked around, the movement of her hairs causes more skin to be visible, making men to drool over. Due to the backless blouse she cannot wear any bra. Her boobs were tightly held by the blouse, producing an exotic cleavage. The Saree was worn below the navel giving a great view of her smooth abdomen.
"You are looking hot in this dress, I bet every man in this party wants to fuck you," Hassan whispered as she walked with him. She smiled feeling somewhat proud.
"This party is very important for me, I have important guests for my business and you have to take good care of them," he explained. Payal didn't think anything about it and nodded.
The party was being held in a big hotel and he guided Payal out of the party hall. She looked questioningly towards him.
"They are in a separate suite booked for them," he told as a matter of fact. Payal felt uneasy.
"I have to be alone with some unknown people in a separate room," she was hesitant.
"You won't be alone my daughter Saira will also be there," Hassan assured.
Payal know Saira, she had met her once. She is a beautiful woman around 26 and stays in the same town with her husband. She was still not sure; Saira was not the ideal woman to be with. She had heard disturbing rumours about her that she uses to be the slut of the locality when she was not married and stayed with Hassan. Payal was hesitant when she entered the suite.
"Don't worry, just spend some time with them, give them some company," Hassan assured her.
She didn't felt comfortable, she saw some four men in the room talking and drinking. Saira was also with them with a glass in her hand and was talking to them as if she knows them from long time. As both of them entered the room they looked up at the hot young woman with admiration.
"Hello," Hassan greeted cheerfully, "she is Payal my very helpful neighbour," he introduced Payal to everyone at one go and then guided her along to introduce them to her.
"Philip and James," he introduced the two white foreigners, "they are the directors of Harig Corporation and have landed today from USA for a big deal with us."
"Hi," Philip shook hands with Payal while she was trying to fold hands in traditional Indian Namestay greetings.
