Adventures of the Aviatrix

by Callista Hawkes

  “Uh yeah, kiss my nipples.” You breathe, guiding his head across to your right breast. He draws the hardened bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Moaning with delight, you ride him harder. Giuseppe kisses his way across your chest before sucking on your left nipple. Breathless with excitement, the deluge of sensations sends you closer to your orgasm each time you drive down on him.

  “Fuck!” Giuseppe groans, pulling his face from your breasts, his face flushed. You realize he is just as close and the thought sends a thrill through you.

  “You’re close aren’t you?” You grin down at him, rolling your hips. “Come for me. I want to feel you fill me with your seed.”

  “Fuuuuck!” He gasps and you feel him tense beneath you before roaring with release.

  “Yes!” You call out with delight, feeling him swell inside you as he erupts deep within your pussy. Your heart thumps in your chest and you can’t resist thrusting your hand between your legs and frantically rubbing your clitoris. You last only a few more seconds, Giuseppe just about spent as you cry out in ecstasy. The wonderful warmth of your orgasm radiates out as you quiver and tremble on his lap. He gazes up in wonder at you, making you feel like a goddess. Pulses of pleasure ripple through you until you slump forward, your hair in Giuseppe’s face as you pant for breath.

  “Incredible.” He murmurs drowsily. You chuckle and kiss him tenderly before climbing off him and pulling your clothes back on. He pulls his pants back up as you sit back down in your own seat. The cockpit windows are steamed up and you lean forward, swiping your hand across the panes and scan the horizon. No sign of rescue just yet.

  “It’s been good to see you again.” Giuseppe grins. “Damn I miss prohibition.”

  “It was an exciting time.” You chuckle, remembering the close run things with Bureau agents sniffing around the docks and lakeside warehouses in Chicago. “You remember that time…” You begin, reminiscing about working together. When the conversation eventually stalls, your thoughts turn to current events.

  Ask him why he left the dagger

  Ask him what’s next

  “Mmm, I dunno,” You purr, curling your fingers around his shaft, “Let’s see what happens, eh?”

  “Sure.” Giuseppe grins as you tighten your grip, stroking him firmly now. His thick cock feels hot and rigid and as you tease him, you squirm with your own excitement, shuffling sideways until his right leg is pressed tightly to your pussy. You begin to grind yourself against him as you pump his shaft.

  “Uhh yeah.” You murmur, enjoying the friction through your clothes. Before long, you can feel a humid dampness seeping into the gusset of your panties as your excitement builds. Your low moans join Giuseppe’s deep grunts as you slowly but deliberately stroke his length. As your gaze flicks from his straining cock to his tensing face, his brown eyes meet yours.

  “Say,” Giuseppe grins, “Your hand feels great and all, but I bet that mouth of yours would feel even better.” You raise an eyebrow at his boldness before chuckling.

  Okay, if he returns the favor

  You’d sooner feel him inside you

  “I think we can do better than that.” You purr, climbing off him. Giuseppe gazes quizzically up at you as you get to your feet, standing in the narrow space between the two seats. His smile broadens as you kick off your boots, unbuckle your belt and unfasten your pants. You allow them to slide down to the floor and step out of them. His eyes are fixed on the front of your panties and you wonder if he can see how damp they are. Turning your back to him, you hook your thumbs into the waistband at your hips and slowly peel them down your buttocks.

  “That’s a beautiful ass.” Giuseppe comments. You roll your eyes at the slightly coarse compliment as you shimmy out of your underwear and bend over your seat, grasping hold of it and glancing over your shoulder.

  “Well?” You grin. Giuseppe scrambles eagerly to his feet and quickly throws his own clothes off. Your pulse races with excitement as he steps behind you, his hands caressing your buttocks. You shuffle your legs apart and bow your head, biting your lower lip in anticipation as he grasps his cock and guides it towards your pussy. He presses the tip to your slippery opening and pushes inside you. You moan with delight as you feel him thrust deeper, his thick shaft stretching you.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me.” You pant. His hands slide up to your waist, gripping you tightly as he quickens his pace. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of your sodden pussy compete with your breathless moans and his deeper grunts. You rock forward each time he drives into you and the thrill of being taken so roughly has the pressure building inside you.

  “Goddamn, you’re some dame.” Giuseppe growls, his right hand sliding back to massage your butt. You push back against him, enjoying his firm touch. “You like that huh?” He chuckles his hand sliding across your cheek. Your eyes widen as you feel his thumb slip between your buttocks, the tip brushing against the tight pucker of your asshole.

  Uh-uh

  Allow him to continue

  “I don’t think so, buster!” You growl.

  “Worth a shot.” Giuseppe chuckles, his thumb immediately sliding away from your asshole. Supporting your weight on one arm, you reach back with your free hand and grasp his wrist, pulling it towards your chest. He gets the picture and you moan with pleasure as he massages your right breast through your shirt and bra.

  “Mmm, that feels good.” You pant, enjoying the combination of sensations. Giuseppe grunts, settling into a rhythm now as he thrusts deeply inside you. The seat beneath you creaks in protest each time he drives into you. As your low moans of delight fill the confined space of the cockpit, you can feel the delicious warmth of your impending orgasm building inside you.

  “Touch my clit.” You groan.

  “Huh? Your what?” Giuseppe grunts.

  “Goddamn it!” You grumble, grasping his hand and pulling it from your chest before guiding it between your legs and pressing his fingers to your little button. His touch is rough and clumsy, but as he continues to pound into you, the extra stimulation is enough to send you over the edge. Your grip tightens on the arm of the seat and your body tenses before you let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Pulses of pleasure radiate out through your body and you tremble with each wonderful surge. Giuseppe continues to move inside you, but slowly now, perhaps enjoying the sensation of your pussy quivering around his shaft. As your climax subsides, he quickens his pace, seeking his own release.

  “I’m gettin’ close.” Giuseppe growls, his hand leaving your clit and sliding back up to grasp your waist. He is slamming into you now, his pelvis slapping against your buttocks.

  “Yes, come inside me.” You moan, your body still tingling from your own climax. His grunts grow louder with each thrust until he drives into you one last time, bellowing as he reaches his climax. You can feel his hard cock jerking inside you as he erupts, his body shuddering with each powerful spurt. His deep grunts of pleasure fill the confined space until with a shuddering sigh of satisfaction, he relaxes.

  “Damn, that felt good.” He breathes as he slips his cock from you. You turn and loop your arms around his neck, drawing him to you. He kisses you wearily for a moment before breaking the kiss and slumping heavily back into his seat. As you both reach for your clothes, Giuseppe chuckles. You glance across at him and raise an eyebrow.

  “I was just remembering that time you walked in on me and that showgirl.” He smirks.

  “Ugh, don’t remind me. That girl was a slut.” You groan, before blushing as you pull your panties back on. Giuseppe chuckles again and then laughs harder when you glare at him. As you await rescue, you both continue to reminisce about working together during prohibition. When the conversation eventually stalls, your thoughts turn to current events.

  Ask him why he left the dagger

  Ask him what’s next

  “You’ve got some nerve!” You chuckle, but make no move to stop him as Giuseppe applies pressure, his thumb slipping inside your ass. Your sphincter clamps
down hard on the intruding digit, but he slowly works it back and forth while continuing to slide his thick cock inside you. The low moan that escapes your lips betrays your excitement.

  “That feel good?” He murmurs. As you feel your face glow, you are relieved that he can’t see you blush. You reluctantly nod, your excitement building as his thumb and cock move inside you in perfect harmony.

  “Oh God.” You grunt, pushing back against him now.

  “You are loving it!” Giuseppe laughs. “You filthy bitch!” You’re too aroused to feel shame and glance over your shoulder at him.

  “Deeper.” You demand, your voice husky with desire.

  “Ain’t getting my thumb any further inside you, sweetheart.” He replies. “You want my cock back there instead?”

  “Do it.” You immediately rasp, almost as though someone else has made the decision for you. Giuseppe blinks in surprise, but nods, slipping his cock from your pussy and easing his thumb from your ass. As he slides his slick cock up to your tiny hole, you bow your head again, wondering just what you were thinking.

  “Okay.” He murmurs by way of warning before applying pressure. His thumb had loosened you up and your eyes widen as the tip of his thick shaft slips inside.

  “Fuck!” You gasp, feeling him stretch your tight back passage. Giuseppe keeps still, allowing you to grow accustomed to him. After a moment, you push back, grunting as his length slips deeper inside you until his pelvis is pressed against your buttocks, your sphincter gripping the base of his shaft.

  “Damn, that feels incredible.” Giuseppe murmurs, beginning to slowly move inside you. You nod, your teeth clenched as the initial discomfort begins to give way to pleasure. As he thrusts, you begin to push back against him, enjoying the sensation of his rigid cock filling your ass so completely. Giuseppe seems to be enjoying the sensation just as much, his guttural grunts competing with your breathless gasps. Before long, you can already feel the pressure building inside you as the sensation as well as the forbidden pleasure of having him in your ass sends you racing towards your climax.

  “Oh God, I’m getting close!” You pant.

  “You are?” Giuseppe groans breathlessly and you realize he is getting close too. The thought sends a thrill through you and you let out a cry of ecstasy as you feel the first glorious surge of your orgasm. Your ass clamps down hard on him as you shudder with wave after wave of pleasure. It’s too much for Giuseppe and you feel his hands tighten their grip on you before he roars with release. His thick cock throbs inside you as he erupts deep inside your bowels. The sensation intensifies your own climax and your bodies tremble and quiver as one. When your orgasms finally subside, he slips his softening cock from your ass and slumps back down into his seat.

  “Don’t think I’ll be sitting down for a while.” You chuckle. “Damn, I can’t believe we just did that!”

  “I’m glad we did.” Giuseppe replies, a broad grin on his face.

  “So am I.” You admit with a smile before collecting your panties and pants and pulling them back on.

  Once you are both dressed, you peer through the cockpit windows, scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue.

  “Reminds me of the time my starboard engine failed and I made an emergency landing in the middle of Lake Michigan.” You smile, glancing across at Giuseppe. “I remember sitting there utterly helpless while I waited to see who got to me first, you or the cops.”

  “Those crates of whiskey would have taken some explainin’ if it hadn’t have been me.” He chuckles. You both laugh as you continue to reminisce about working together. When the conversation eventually stalls, your thoughts turn to current events.

  Ask him why he left the dagger

  Ask him what’s next

  “Sure, if you’ll lick me afterwards.” You reply with a coy smile.

  “Doll, I’ll lick you like you’ve never been licked before.” Giuseppe flashes you a confident grin.

  “That’s a bold claim.” You chuckle, releasing your grasp on him and climbing off his lap. “I look forward to putting it to the test.” He unbuckles his pants and tugs them down past his knees along with his underpants. As he opens his legs, you drop to your knees between them. His cock seems even longer now you can see his whole length and you salivate at the thought of taking him into your mouth.

  “Suck it.” Giuseppe moans, his cock twitching, seeking stimulation. You reach for it, grasping it in one hand before leaning forward and swiping your tongue over the shiny head. He moans thickly, lifting his hips up off his seat.

  “You like that, huh?” You purr, enjoying your power over him at this moment. Continuing to tease him, you slowly stroke him while flicking your tongue over the crown. As beads of pearly white pre-come ooze from the tip, you collect the drops, the salty taste making your pussy ache for stimulation. As your own arousal builds, you take him into your mouth, sliding your lips up and down his shaft, wanting to bring him swiftly to his climax so he can then satisfy your own desperate needs. His moans of pleasure grow louder as you settle into a rhythm, your lips and hand working in tandem.

  “Touch my balls.” Giuseppe grunts, his hands gripping the arms of the seat tightly. You slide your free hand between his legs and cup his taut sack, scraping your fingernails across the underside of the wrinkled skin.

  “Uhh fuck!” He gasps, the deluge of sensations clearly leaving him teetering on the brink. You slide your lips up and down, willing him to come and your wish is granted mere moments later. His hips rise off the seat and his balls tighten in your hand as he roars with release. As his shaft twitches in your grasp, you pull back until just the tip is in your mouth. His thick, creamy seed jets across your tongue, followed by another and another, each eruption punctuated by a deep grunt of pleasure as Giuseppe trembles in ecstasy. Sucking the last of his come from his cock, you sit back and hold his gaze as you gulp down the mouthful before smiling sweetly up at him.

  “Your turn.” You purr, climbing to your feet.

  “Okay sweetheart, but just give me a minute here, eh?” He murmurs drowsily. You reach up and begin to slowly unfasten your shirt, revealing your cleavage button by button. His eyes widen as you pull it open, exposing your bra clad breasts. Smiling, you slide your hands down to your waist and unbuckle your pants, pulling them down and shimmying out of them. Swiftly shaking off his malaise, Giuseppe leans forward in eager anticipation as you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peel them down, letting them drop to your ankles. The lustful look in his eyes sends a tingle of excitement through you and your pulse quickens as he climbs out of his seat.

  “Time to follow through on your boast.” You smile across at him before reclining back in your own chair and draping your legs over the arms, lewdly exposing yourself to him.

  “I’ll be my pleasure.” Giuseppe grins, folding his frame into the cramped space before you, his hands grasping the outside of your thighs.

  “Just make sure it’s my pleasure too.” You chuckle, squirming in anticipation as he lowers his head between your legs, his warm breath on your wet folds. He runs the tip of his tongue along the length of your slit, making you gasp with delight.

  “Uhh yeah.” You moan as he thrusts his tongue inside you. He quickly settles into a rhythm, lapping at your pussy and flicking his tongue over your clitoris. His eyes flick up to meet yours, studying your expression. Your hands roam distractedly, running through his hair, squeezing a breast through your bra or pulling at your own hair as he gradually works you up into a lust filled frenzy.

  “Yes, yes, oh God yes!” You pant, feeling the wonderful sensation of your orgasm steadily building. As you draw closer with each swipe of his tongue, you tense up, grasping his head in both hands, desperate for him to send you over the edge. His tongue lingers on your clit, tracing elaborate patterns on the sensitive little nub. Your fingers tighten in his hair before stiffening and crying out in ecstasy as your orgasm consumes you. Arching your back, you tremble and shudder with each powerful pu
lse of pleasure. When your climax finally subsides, you slump back into the chair and release your hold on Giuseppe’s head. As he emerges from between your thighs, he has an irritatingly smug look on his face, but you have to admit, he was pretty damn good.

  “Not too shabby.” You tell him breathlessly, trying your best to sound nonchalant. He smirks and clambers to his feet before returning to his own seat. Feeling a little exposed, you quickly pull your clothes back on while Giuseppe pulls up his pants.

  “Talkin’ of shabby, you remember that time with Paulie The Nose in that nightclub we used to go to…?” Giuseppe begins, grinning broadly. You both laugh as you reminisce about working together during prohibition. When the conversation eventually stalls, your thoughts turn to current events.

  Ask him why he left the dagger

  Ask him what’s next

  “Noah!” You call out, stretching out your hand and grasping his wrist. While you grunt as you take the strain, he throws out his hand, catching the bundle as it slides down next to him. With one last despairing lunge to crawl up the crumbling section of floor, Helga slips off the edge and plummets into the abyss, her scream echoing up at you before it is abruptly silenced.

  “Don’t let go!” Noah pleads as you grunt with effort, pulling his weight up as his feet scramble for purchase.

  “Goddamn it.” You groan, hauling him up over the edge as the floor finally crumbles away beneath him. He scrambles up and glances wildly back at the bottomless pit that had just claimed Helga and had so very nearly claimed him too. His eyes then flick towards the bundle in his hand and a strange smile crosses his face.

  “C’mon!” You growl. “In case you haven’t noticed, the whole mountain is about to collapse in on our heads!” Noah seems to come to his senses, nodding and following at your heels as you both sprint for the exit. Large sections of the sandstone passageway drop down before you, smashing into the floor and kicking up clouds of dust. Weaving through the debris, your lungs burn as you strain every sinew, pushing your body to the limits of your endurance. With a final surge of effort, you burst into the daylight just as the passageway collapses behind you, enveloping the entranceway in a thick cloud of dust.