Mr. Sarun was pounding away in a frenzy now, and Vidya arched her back as he started shouting obscenities at her. His shaft was now covered with a white, creamy foam as he started to ejaculate into her.
Like always, he took a long time emptying his seed into her. As Mr. Sarun slowed to a stop, his shrinking cock popped out of her pussy and a river of cum poured out after it, coating her cunt and ass with creamy white juice. Vidya had passed out on the bed.
I recalled all of this as I watched the city get smaller and smaller through the plane window. No doubt Vidya was now sleeping — she could hardly walk this morning.
We had kissed all the way to the airport in the back of the car this morning as Imtiaz had dropped us off. As soon as we had gotten into the car and Imtiaz sped off, Vidya turned to me, and she and I kissed a deep, passionate kiss.
“We did it, darling.” I told her, even as we came up for air and then kissed again. “A very long week it was for you, but it’s over now.”
“Yes, dear!” Vidya’s eyes shone as she then proceeded to kiss me on my cheeks, my lips and my nose. “Your job is now safe, dear. Mr. Sarun has given us his word.”
“Yes, I am grateful to you for that Viyda. This is the second time you helped me with my job.”
We held hands for a while, before Vidya said, “I have something to say to you Rajesh.”
I looked at her quizzically.
“Yes, dear?”
“I made Mr. Sarun give some of his preferred share stock over to you, darling.” Vidya grinned. “I have the papers in my bag.”
My jaw dropped, my eyes became big, and I gasped. This was big. I was now a proper owner in the company, with voting rights, with a guaranteed source of income, and could never be fired! I could even apply for a position on the board!
“How did you do that darling?” I kissed her deeply. “This is the greatest news I got this week!”
“It wasn’t easy.” Vidya recounted. “So, on Tuesday night, so that was the third night, your boss had already fucked me a couple of times. So now we were in bed, and he was groping me — that’s when I first asked him about it.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, at first he thought I was joking.” Vidya answered. “But then he saw that I was serious. So he slapped me.”
“Oh.” I made a face. I still couldn’t get over how roughly Mr. Sarun had treated Vidya, and how willingly she had put up with all of that. The power of the cock!
“Yes, but I wasn’t deterred. Mr. Sarun slapped me a couple of times and then told me I was a rakhel, there simply to serve at his bed chamber and to know my place. And if I didn’t do that, my husband could find another job. He told me that my husband — you, darling — was a man who couldn’t keep his woman happy, and thus I needed a cock in my pussy, and that’s exactly my status in this house — a pussy to be fucked.”
“Oh, dear.”
“But you know me, darling. I wasn’t deterred.” Vidya smiled slightly. “I know I can take a man to heights of pleasure he doesn’t even know exists.”
“Oh yes, dear, that you do.”
“So I gave him a good, an excellent, blow job. I sucked him until he was ready to cum, and then slowed it, and then again increased the tempo, until he exploded in my mouth. And when I mean exploded, it was amazing the gallons of cum that I had to swallow. Then I asked him again.”