*”Mrs. Paayasam Chronicles” is a series of fictional stories based on the general life and times of Mrs. Paayasam, who confesses some of her real adventures here on Reddit; beside her character and some general settings and plots, none of the situations or characters try to resemble the current image or behaviour of specific institutions or people.*
The meeting was over and, after shaking hands, the man and the woman with executive suits went out the conference room to the helipad on the roof to leave the corporate tower of their bussines partners and return to their own offices. When they opened the door to the helipad, the Sikorsky was waiting for them with its engines already on. The man opened the door of the aircraft and helped the woman on board, then he got inside and closed the door. Once they had their seatbelts fastened and the headsets to cancel noise on their heads, the helicopter took off for a 30 minute hop back home.
“Though one, but we got it!” said the man, relaxing in his seat. “I have to confess that there was a point when I thought all the bussiness was lost…”
“Nothing we couldn’t handle, I guess” Mrs. Paayasam replied, fond of herself.
Both were representatives of the company they worked for; the indian woman in her 40’s was the corporate lawyer and the man sitting beside her was her boss and one of the top executives in the company. The last minute meeting had just secured one of the best deals the enterprise had seen that year, in spite the reluctance of their bussiness partners (the people whose building they had just left) to accept some of the terms in their society; winning them had been a though process where they had to bargain, buy and, sometimes, blackmail all the opposing elements in their partners’ ranks.
And, although it had been a team work where Paayasam’s Boss had to use every trick up his sleeve, in the end it had been her skill in that final meeting to move the last unsure members to a more favorable mood, an fine example of sweet talking… and maybe seduction, because she had carefully chosen her outfit for that day. True, it was an executive outfit: a white cotton shirt, a coordinated set of jacket and pencil skirt, thights and a pair of heel pumps… but the suit was selected to be a bit too small in the right places, boosting her curves and revealing a bit more of her legs than it would in a regular day.
“In battle, any resource is valid” Paayasam thought to herself while looking the city out of the window; if resistance could be defeated with some cheap looks at her body rather than one hour of talking and changes to legal documents… then so be it. Long ago she had decided she was willing to user her body as a tool and a weapon if necessary. Indeed, after some years she had actually grown to like how many “strong” rivals in the practice of law and bussiness were more docile in view of some extra skin. Of course she had been in the position of going all the way to the bed to accomplish the mission (and she had actually gone to many beds); but most of the times it wasn’t necessary: some teasing did the trick.
Her thoughts were broken at that point by an unexpected sensation: a hand was gently caressing her legs. She looked back and found it was her Boss slowly feeling her leg, all the way from the thigh to the knee.
Paayasam first looked at his Boss’ hand, then slowly looked up to look him in the his eyes. She found a look she knew very well: he was horny and he desired her there and now; no matter what. He had learned to recognize that look after years of pleasing him quickly in his office, late night at hotels or in the way between meetings in corporate cars… it was the very first time she had been hit on an aircraft.
The indian lawyer gave him a naughty smile and put her hand in his to let him know she accepted his advances, then she leaned to him and kissed his lips gently as her other hand went right to explore his crotch. He was very hard; something that didn’t surprise her: with all the stress of the meeting and the added tease of her slutty outfit, he very much needed release. And she knew one of her duties with her boss was to help him unload all that tension, with her body if needed.
Paayasam explored his cock over the fabric before opening the fly to find the way inside, below the pants and the trousers, to feel his hot cock directly in her hand. Between her legs, she was leaking; she loved to produce such reactions in men and it drove her wild to give in to them. She was now tongue kissing her Boss, not caring that the pilot could hear the making out through the microphones on the headsets. It didn’t matter much if he did, though; Mrs. Paayasam had written the non disclosure contract all pilots and drivers of the company had to sign before working for the company.
The indian milf broke the kiss and watched the now exposed dick of her Boss; it was leaking precum, it visibily trembled, asking for more love than Paayasam’s hand could deliver. The time was upon them if she was willing to do something before landing. She bit her lower lip, knowing what her Boss always asked her to do when they were in situations like that. She unplugged her headset of the communications panel in the passenger’s seat; then slowly stood up in front of her Boss and pulled up the pencil skit to show her thights all the way up to her wet crotch. The indian lady had elected not to wear panties.
Then, she split her surprised Boss’ legs and knelt in the space between, she had now his cock pointing right into her face, begging for her touch. It felt so wrong to be there, in the helicopter of the company, with the pilot as possible witness of the kind of slut she really was, but what the hell… she loved the unwritten duties of her work, she loved to be subordinate slut who would say no. She could always said no; she was no longer in the position to play that game… but she loved the power, the thrill and the feeling of stripping off the image of professional woman and be seen naked as nothing more than the cum bucket her stressed partners can use when they need it.
She was just adding something kinky to the great role she was expected to play in the company: an accesory. Even today, though she (and, partially, her body) had sealed the deal on their behalf… his Boss would be the one getting the credit for the victory, even if he insisted to share with her some of the credit. The board of directors simply didn’t cared what a mature indian woman did or didn’t, only if it helped “one of their own” to win in the end.
“To the victor, the spoils” Paayasam thought as she engulfed her Boss’ hard cock inside her wet mouth. The man had a hard time holding back, he had to squeeze the seat’s cover because Mrs. Paayasam blowjob was simply too good for his current state: she knew how to make his cock feel as if it was going to melt into her mouth. Paayasam’s lips caressed all his shaft and her tongue played with his helmet, her hands cupped and played with his balls, then she licked all his length while looking at him right in the eyes with that “right now, I’m your slut” expression that drove him wild before starting to kiss and suck his balls, one at a time, while her hand gently masturbated him.
The moans and groans of the man and the wet sounds made by the indian lawyer’s mouth were silenced by the roar of the helicopter’s engines; the pilot seemed to be oblivious to the kinky scene playing out behind him, as the aircraft continued its route.
The Boss’ cock swelled in Paayasam’s mouth, a sign she recognized very well, and she swallowed him as deep as she could in preparation. The Boss loved that, but this time he was so horny he wanted her to go deeper and put his hands on the back of Paayasam’s head and made her lips meet the hilt of his cock as he went over the edge. With a roar, the man shot rope after rope of warm sticky cum into the indian woman’s throat; she did her best to swallow all the reward being pumped into her mouth, a recognition of her well done work (as both a lawyer and a slut). But she also had to swallow to avoid stains in her clothing or the seats; the pilot was bound to silence but her special deals were a trademark secret of the high executives of the company.
After a moment, the pressure on the back of Paayasam’s head eased… the dick in his mouth stopped shooting cum and slowly lost its hardness. The woman eased the grip of her lips and let the softening dick slip off her mouth gently. She gave it a final ceremonial kiss, thanking him for the reward as his spent Boss recovered his breath, legs spread in the seat of the helicopter.
Paayasam looked out the window and recognized they were in familiar surroundings. She stood up, lowered her skirt and fixed her disheveled clothes before getting into her seat again to plug her headset back into the console. She looked for the mirror in her purse and cleaned all traces of messy makeup and she did what she could with her now untidy hair (her Boss had lost all measure when he came).
But she could do anything for her leaking pussy; the oral had teased her other lips that now wanted some cock on their own, but there was not enough time left. She had to fly the last leg to the office fighting back the need of spreading her legs to masturbate or to ask her Boss wrecked her cunt in return of the release she had just given him. He, in the meantime, had put his cock back into his pants and tried to pretend he wasn’t experiencing one of the best afterglows recently.
The helicopter finally touched down in the helipad of their own company. When they walked into the building, The President of their company was waiting for them: “Congratulations! We couldn’t expect anything less from you!” he greeted them. He shook Mrs. Paayasam’s hand first, but, as expected, the Boss got a hug and an invitation to The President’s office to tell a personal face to face account all this adventure.
Mrs. Paayasam, knowing she was no longer needed there, decided to go back to her office to attend the pressing issue between her legs before going home to her family; but, as she was leaving, her Boss stopped her: “Mrs. Paaayasam, this bussiness wouldn’t have been the same without your skills and dedication. Can we have a meeting after I finish with The President? To review what we did right and, maybe, celebrate…”
“Is it necessary?” Payaasam’s juices soaked her folds, but outside she was just the very same proffessional milf she had been before and after the flight. “The day is almost done and that meeting would extend after my regular hours.”
“I understand, you want to rest and see your family, but I’m very interested in finishing what we discussed in the helicopter before anything else gets in the way. I’m positive you will be very benefited, if you decide to stay; There is no problem If you choose to go, though…”
Mrs. Paayasam looked again the desire and lust in his Boss’ eyes; she could very well imagine all the things he would do to her in that “meeting”… Mrs. Paayasam made her choice with her leaking pussy rather than her mind: “See you later in your office; in the meantime I have to tell my husband that you will own me for tonight.”
THE END
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jwzqjz/mrs_paayasam_chronicles_victory_celebration