The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 15

Selling properties....new deed....business problem..... Ball in Jabbar's court.........

The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 15

Definitions

Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick

Choot= Choot (pussy),

Bhos= Big cunt.

Gaand= An ass.

Part 15

Continued from the previous post...

When Menaka arrived at the palace, she found Seshadri waiting for her. "Namaste, Uncle! Please, come—let's go into the hall." She instructed a servant to arrange for some tea for all.

"Rani Sahiba, I have some bad news."

"Is there still more bad news left to come, Uncle?" She asked, handing him a cup of tea.

"The mill workers have gone on strike."

"But why?"

"They found out that you are selling your share of the business, and they claim that their interests will not be safeguarded in the process."

"Uncle, we have always made every decision with their best interests in mind; why, then, this sudden strike?"

"Rani Sahiba, Jabbar is behind all of this. He has the workers' union leader wrapped around his little finger. He wants the buyer to be one of his own men. He attempted something similar last time as well, but he suffered a humiliating defeat back then."

"Hmm... Alright, Uncle. Please tell the workers that we will not make any decision without their support. Just ask them to return to work starting tomorrow."

"But, Rani Sahiba, wouldn't that amount to capitulating to them?" Written by Maitri.

"Uncle, think of how many workers are suffering losses because of just one man. Just because we are backing down this one time doesn't mean we will do so every time. Please, explain this to the workers on my behalf."

"As you wish," Seshadri said; he finished his tea and took his leave.

That night, for the first time since Raja Sahab's death, Menaka lay alone in her bed. Ever since his passing, her mother had not left her daughter alone for even a single moment.

She was wearing a slip that reached just above her knees. She tossed and turned, but sleep simply refused to come to her eyes. She was missing Raja Sahib. After tossing and turning for quite some time, the fatigue of the journey finally took its toll; her eyelids grew heavy, and shortly thereafter, she drifted off to sleep.

It was one o'clock in the morning. Silence reigned all around—but what was that? Who was that figure—evading the palace guards—that had crossed the lawn and reached the palace itself? Moments later, the shadowy figure opened a window and slipped inside. It was truly astonishing how he had managed to bypass the security alarms! He was now ascending the stairs to the upper floor. First, he opened the door to Raja Sahib's room and peeked inside; finding no one there, he moved on and opened the door to Menaka's room.

The moonlight streaming through the window bathed Menaka's fair body—clad only in a delicate slip—in a soft, ethereal glow. The stranger gazed upon her beauty for a while, then climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. Menaka’s eyes flew open as she felt his warm breath on her face. She was about to scream in terror when the stranger clamped his hand over her mouth.

Suddenly, amidst the fear and astonishment widening Menaka’s eyes, a flicker of recognition appeared; seeing this, the stranger removed his hand from her mouth. "...You!"

"Yes, it’s me," the stranger whispered, then pressed his lips against the Rani Sahiba's. Menaka responded to his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

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"...Oooh... Uuucchh...!" Malika lay flat on her back on the bed; a cushion was propped beneath her buttocks, and just moments ago, Jabbar had straddled her legs and thrust his Lund (cock) deep into her Gaand (asshole).

"...Aiyya... Ahh... What’s the point... of becoming that Sardar’s servant? ...Ah... Iiyya... Yyie!"

"Who’s becoming a servant, my love?" As he continued to pound her Gaand (ass), he slid two fingers into her Choot (pussy) and began working them in and out. "I only suggested that to get him exactly where I want him—to get him 'bottled up,' so to speak. But in just a few days, ‘I’ will be the master, and that Sardar will be left standing there, holding his limp dick in his hand." With his free hand, he kneaded one of her nipples roughly.

"....Ha.... Annn... Hit me harder... Rip my Gaand (ass) wide open, you ba...stard...! Ahh... It feels so go...ood... Yeah... Yeah... Ahh...!" Jabbar’s thrusts grew more intense; Malika’s lewd words were driving him wild, and he leaned down over her body to kiss and suck on her breasts.

"I had a feeling all along, you ba...stard... that you were a born scoundrel. You’re definitely going to screw that Sardar over, too... Aiyya... Ahh... Let me go, you animal!"

Jabbar had sunk his teeth into her nipple, and Malika grabbed his hair, wrenching his head away from her chest.

"You saali (bitch)! You Randee (whore)! How many times have I told you not to say a word about my birth or my mother? Take this!" He pinched her clitoris sharply.

"Oooh... Uuucch...!" In retaliation, she sank her own teeth into Jabbar’s wrist, and the two of them began to slake their lust like wild beasts. Menaka lay completely naked on her bed, while the stranger licked her smooth Choot (pussy) between her spread legs, his hands simultaneously squeezing her tits.

"...Ah... aah..." It had been over a month since Menaka's body had experienced such pleasure. She clamped his head tightly between her heavy thighs and used her hands to press his face even harder against her Choot (pussy). Her moans and the wet sounds of the stranger's tongue lapping away shattered the silence of the room.

Menaka's body could no longer withstand the ministrations of the stranger's tongue, and she climaxed. The man licked up every drop of fluid flowing from her Choot (pussy). Now it was her turn; he rose, took his cock in his hand, and knelt on the bed—placing his knees on either side of Menaka's chest—so that his cock hung directly before her eyes. She propped another pillow under her head, took his pubic-hair-ringed cock into her mouth, and began to suck it, inhaling the sweaty scent of his member deep into her lungs.

Her hands gently stroked his hairy balls. The man closed his eyes, grasped her head with his hands, and began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He continued to enjoy her oral ministrations for a while, but the moment he felt the surging flood of cum boiling within his balls, he pulled his cock out. Menaka looked at him with an expression that clearly conveyed her displeasure at this interruption.

He positioned himself between her legs, pressed his cock against her Choot (pussy), and thrust inside. "Ah... hah... ha! Oh, yes!" Menaka's eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as she lay back, moaning softly, and surrendered herself to the pleasure of his thrusts. Remaining on his knees, he continued to fuck her—at times kneading her breasts, at others caressing her beautiful face, or stroking her thighs.

Then, grasping Menaka's right thigh, he shifted it over her left thigh in such a way that her upper body remained upright, while her lower half appeared to be turned sideways; as his cock fucked her Choot (pussy), it was now also bumping against her ample ass. He would pull his cock completely out, only to thrust it back in again, all the way to the hilt.

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Menka had already climaxed twice by now, and the cock was thrusting in and out of her soaking-wet pussy with a wet, squelching sound. The stranger bent down to kiss her lips and began fondling her breasts. Menka's arousal doubled. He pulled away from her lips, rose, and—without withdrawing his cock—turned her body around, shifting her into the doggy-style position. He then leaned over her in such a way that his stomach and chest pressed flush against Menka's back and lower waist. Created by Maitri.

Now Menka was on her knees, her face buried in a pillow, while the stranger clung to her from behind—fondling her luscious breasts and running his tongue over her cheeks and ears—as he continued to fuck her. He fucked her like this for a while; then, he lifted one hand away from her breasts and began rubbing her clitoris. Driven wild by this dual assault on her pussy, Menka began to moan and thrust her hips, eventually climaxing once again. The moment she climaxed, the man, too—delivering a series of powerful thrusts—released his load deep inside her pussy.

Immediately after climaxing, Menka collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. He, too, slumped down onto her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he struggled to catch his breath.

For the next two hours or so, the two of them continued to play with each other's bodies in various ways. Who, exactly, is this stranger with whom Menka is fucking so uninhibitedly? Wait—what’s this? Menka has gotten out of bed and is heading somewhere. Let’s see where she’s going!

She’s heading straight into Raja Sahib’s study... and—what on earth?—she’s opening the safe! She has retrieved all the documents pertaining to the illegal properties and has now returned to her own room, where the stranger is in the process of getting dressed. "Here you go..."

"Are they all there?"

"Yes." What is Menaka up to? Is there yet another face hidden behind this one? Is she truly as innocent as she seems, or is she playing a very elaborate game? Ugh! My head is spinning! But don't worry, friends; by the end of the story, this mystery, too, will be unraveled.

Taking the papers in hand, he gathered the naked Menaka into his arms and began whispering something to her in a very low voice—words to which Menaka listened with rapt attention. Following this, the two continued to caress and kiss each other for about five minutes. Then, the stranger departed just as mysteriously as he had arrived.

"Seshadri Uncle, I need to meet Jabbar Singh."

"What are you saying, Rani Sahiba?"

"Yes, Uncle, I simply *must* meet him."

"But why?"

"I will explain that to you later. First, please arrange for me to meet him."

"Very well; as you wish."

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"Incredible! What on earth is going on these days? First the King drops dead out of nowhere, and now his daughter-in-law wants to meet *me*!" Jabbar switched off his mobile phone and began kneading Malika's breasts once again. When Seshadri’s call had come in, he was in the middle of fucking Malika; she lay sprawled on the carpeted floor while Jabbar mounted her, pounding her pussy with his thick cock.

"Are you going alone, or are you taking that Sardar along with you?" Malika pressed his face against her breasts.

"Not yet, my love—let me have a word with her myself first," he said, giving her nipple a playful nip.

"Ah..." Jabbar moaned softly, quickening his thrusts as he sucked on her nipple.

"When you buy those mills, I want a partnership stake in them too. Ooh... *Ooowww*!" Jabbar had now dropped to his knees to continue fucking her, while simultaneously using one hand to rub against her clitoris.

"Take it, my love! Take whatever you desire," he said, accelerating the rhythm of both his hand and his hips. Malika couldn't withstand this dual assault on her pussy for very long; she climaxed almost immediately, and a moment later, Jabbar emptied his load deep inside her.

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Behind the Rajkul Sugar Mill lay a patch of vacant land—a place where few people ever ventured. It was one o'clock in the afternoon; Menaka sat inside a car with Seshadri and her driver, waiting for Jabbar.

"It’s getting quite late; who knows when this bastard will finally show up," Seshadri remarked, glancing at his wristwatch. "This man is utterly untrustworthy, *Rani Sahiba*." "Why did you agree to meet him in this desolate place?"

Before Menaka could say a word, Jabbar's car came into view. Jabbar stepped out of the car and approached Menaka. "Namaste," he said, his gaze fixed on her chest.

"Namaste."

"What business brings you to me?"

"I wanted to discuss the recent strike at the mill," Menaka replied, stepping out of the car; Seshadri stood right beside her.

"You should discuss that with your workers—why talk to me? I had absolutely nothing to do with that strike," he retorted, his eyes brazenly scanning Menaka's body from head to toe.

"Look here, Mr. Jabbar, I haven't come here to beat around the bush. Everyone knows that you were the mastermind behind that strike. What you really want, isn't it, is for us to sell our shares in the mill to you or one of your associates?"

"So, you are as sharp as you are beautiful. You got straight to the point," Jabbar remarked insolently.

"MInd your language!" Seshadri interjected angrily.

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"Just a minute, Uncle. Yes—so, Mr. Jabbar, tell us: how exactly do you intend to buy our share? To you, our workers are merely pawns to be used for your own selfish ends; but to us, they are loyal, devoted people without whom our progress would have been impossible. We will sell our share only when we are fully assured that our workers are being entrusted to the right hands."

Now, Jabbar, too, grew serious and looked intently at her. *This girl is actually talking business!* he thought.

"We know a great deal about you as well. You certainly don't have the financial clout to purchase the mills on your own—so do enlighten us: how exactly do you plan to buy them?"

"I am not alone; there is another person with me. An NRI."

"Is that so? Then introduce us to him."

"Rani Sahiba, what on earth are you doing? You intend to sell the legacy of the Royal House to *this* man?"

"Mr. Seshadri, be silent. You may interrupt your employer only when you have something of absolute urgency to say."

Mr. Seshadri stared at her in utter astonishment. Never before—not even the Raja Sahab himself—had anyone ever humiliated him in such a manner.

"Very well. I shall introduce you to him tomorrow itself."

"Agreed. We, too, wish to see this matter concluded by the time of the Dussehra festival."

"Okay, then I shall take my leave. I will introduce you to him tomorrow at this very time." Jabbar got into his car and drove away.

"Please forgive me, Uncle; I behaved very rudely toward you."

Mr. Seshadri was now even more astonished! "But... I did all of that merely to fool Jabbar." "Uncle, this man won't let us strike a deal with Mr. Sapru, and he doesn't understand the language of decency. So, we decided to answer him in his own language. Mr. Sapru himself will purchase our stake, and we will finalize this deal within the next four days. I have also asked him to keep this matter strictly to himself."

As they sat in the car, heading back to the office, she continued, "Regarding this deal, only our German partners, Mr. Sapru and his son, and the two of us are in the know. The deal itself will be concluded within the next four or five days, but the official announcement will be made the day after Dussehra."

"But what will you do about this Jabbar?"

"We will keep him distracted with negotiations until then. Once our deal is finalized, Mr. Sapru has assured us that he will handle him."

"I have to hand it to you, Rani Sahiba—your strategic thinking is truly impressive."

"Thank you, Uncle."

To be continued...

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