Chapter 7: Manushi Loves Flying

Manushi loved the plane. It was like having a luxury car that flies. Even with just the two of them there were two pilots and two airhostesses. Rohan explained to her that it was for safety considerations not just for serving drinks. Manushi had flown before but only on commercial flights. She loved the private jet experience much more. The seats were bigger than the sofa chairs at home, there were lots of places for placing food and drinks, and everything was designed for comfort.

“How long will it take to get to Goa, baby?” She asked after the airhostess had given them the security briefing.

“About two and a half hours, hon.” He said.

“I love it!” She smiled “What do you want to do?”

“When we are airborne, and the seat belt sign is off, I want you here,” he pointed to the space in front of his seat “on your knees.”

“Mmmm, yes, baby. Any time.” She smiled “Mom is always telling me that I should take care of your comfort and pleasure. She was cross with me yesterday that I did not offer to suck your cock after your nap. She said you were hard when you came down.”

“She is a smart woman,” He nodded “and gorgeous. She was a Miss India or Miss World?”

“Only Miss India, baby.” Manushi said.

“Don’t say only Miss India, girl.” Rohan put his hand on her neck and rubbed her bare back. She had taken her jacket off as soon as they got seated “Do you know how much effort it takes to win that? I bet she had to suck some cocks for that.”

“Yes, baby. She had told me the stories.” Manushi nodded “You have to suck or fuck the judges at every level. She was Miss Bombay, then Miss Maharashtra, then Miss India. For Miss India a girl had to fuck at least two of the three judges. Mom fucked all three.”

“Ambitious, right?”

“She wanted to go for Miss World and she wanted to go into films, baby. The judges were from Bollywood, so she says she was building her connections. But her parents got her married to my dad and she had to shelve that ambition.”

“Then she didn’t try after marriage?”

“No, baby, she had to move to Delhi to live with dad so, there was no much chance here.” Manushi opened her seat belt as soon as the sign was turned off. She got up and knelt between his legs.

“Did she try to guide you to become a beauty queen? You could easily be a Miss World yourself.” He ran his fingers through her hair while she opened his pants.

“Mom thought so, too, but my dad was very much against it.” Manushi took his cock out and started gently rubbing it with her warm hand as she talked “I did not care either way. I would have liked going into movies though. But MBA is good, too. Maybe I could help you in the business. Will your dad give me a job?”

“Nobody says you can’t do both. Mmmm.” A soft moan escaped his lips as she started licking his cock “Even your mom shouldn’t give up on her dreams.”

“She is older now, baby.”

“And there are no older women in the movies, right?”

Manushi giggled and took his cockhead in her mouth. She sucked it a couple of times then said “You are right, baby. And she is still so sexy.”

“She is damn hot, the producers would still want to nail her in casting couch.”

“Not sure she could do that now, baby, being married, you know?”

“Yes, that would be a problem.” He pulled the pin out of her hair and loosened her bun “Enough about your mom, let’s focus on you.”

“Mmmm, yes, baby.” She started sucking his cock and Rohan sat back. He closed his eyes as Manushi sucked his cock expertly, raising his body temperature gradually as she swallowed more and more of his meaty shaft into her hot mouth.

“Hello Sir.”

Rohan opened his eyes and saw one of the air hostesses standing by his seat. He kept his hand in Manushi’s hair and stroked her head.

“Would you like a drink, Sir?” She said.

“Not yet, darling. Thank you.”

“Sure, Sir.” She said “The breakfast is also ready whenever you are ready for it, Sir.”

Manushi continued to suck his cock which the girl could clearly see.

“In a little while. I will let you know.” Rohan said.

“Yes, Sir.” The airhostess nodded towards Manushi “Also let me know if she would like a little ... collaboration.”

Rohan smiled “Sure thing, sweetheart. So nice of you to offer.”

“My pleasure, Sir.” She said and went back. She was dressed in a tight miniskirt almost as short as Manushi’s tiny little micromini. Rohan liked watching her ass as she walked slowly away in high heels.

He grabbed Manushi’s hair and turned her face up “Deeper, baby. You told me last night you are my whore. Show me that whore side.”