Power Player - Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Korben Hunter
Chapter 8: Deepika Serves Her Boss
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Deepika Serves Her Boss - The book talks about a wealthy businessman’s son, and his romantic entanglements with a woman and her mother...
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“Yes, Sir?” The tall girl came to his seat.
“What’s your name, darling? “He said.
“Deepika Padukone, Sir.”
He nodded “Deepika, it’s not cold here, you don’t need a jacket. And we are ready for the breakfast now.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said “Right away, Sir.”
Two minutes later she was back with the other air hostess. Both of them were not wearing their jackets now. Their tops were as tight and skimpy as Manushi’s tube top except that they had two noodle straps. They were backless and too skimpy to have space for a bra. None of the girls seemed to notice that Manushi was topless the whole time. When they were picking up the empty dishes after breakfast Rohan told Deepika to come back afterwards.
She was back in two minutes “How may I serve you, Sir?”
Rohan opened his legs and extended his hand to her “Come, Deepika.”
Deepika took his hand, crossed carefully in front of Manushi and moved to stand between his legs.
“On your knees, darling.” He said but she was already lowering herself on her knees.
He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. It was already hard and got erect even faster as Deepika took is in her warm hand. She closed her mouth around his cockhead and pushed her head down, taking him deep in her mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down.
Rohan pulled her hair and slapped her cheek. She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“I don’t need a greedy cunt, Deepika,” He told her “are you a greedy cunt?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Deepika blinked several times to clear the tears from her eyes.
Manushi said “I can guide her, baby. May I?”
He nodded “Yes. And take her top off.”
Kneeling next to her, Manushi get Deepika’s tank top off “Sir likes our tits, honey, and you have such a beautiful pair. Sir would like to squeeze and slap them while you are sucking his dick, ok?”
Deepika nodded.
Under Manushi’s guidance Deepika started slowly sucking Rohan’s cock, taking it in her mouth progressively deep.
“That’s it, hon.” Manushi said “He wants to use you like a fucktoy but he also wants to see that you are enjoying sucking his cock. Take your time. Enjoy it. There’s no hurry.”
Rohan slapped Deepika’s breast and noticed that while she closed her mouth instinctively around his cock, she managed to not touch it with her teeth.
“Good whore.” He said and slapped her other breast. Deepika moaned again but continued sucking his dick.
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