Small Town Secrets: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

“Mmmph,” she squealed again. “Mmm, mmm!”

  And I didn’t blame her for screaming. Because how many girls have their virginity taken by two alphas on the floor of a private plane? How many girls lose it as part of the Mile High Club with cock in their mouth and a second cock in their puss?

  But Joanie’s a lucky female because we adore women, especially lush, feminine ones with assets to spare. So slowly, I withdrew, watching my slick fuckshaft reappear before pushing it once again into her warmth.

  “Mmmph!” came that helpless squeal again. “Mmmph!”

  Andrew was on it. One big hand held her head in place as she sucked furiously on his shaft, pussy getting dicked below.

  “Slow, slow,” he soothed. “You’re doing great.”

  And she was. Because as I began a smooth rhythm down below, that cunt creamed heavily, coating my fuckpole in her fluids. It was so fucking dirty, my cock looking like it’d been dipped in superglue on every withdrawal.

  Andrew glanced up from by her head.

  “Keep going,” he rasped. “Keep going, her mouth feels tighter the more you drill her vag.”

  And oh shit, but it happened then. Because a twin dicking overloads the senses, our big male bodies demanding, plugging two holes up tight. And with a shiver, a shimmy, and one last squeal, Joanie careened over the edge.

  “Mmmph!” she screamed. “Mmmph, mmmph!”

  And that was it. Her cunt clamped down like a vise then, once, twice, before dissolving into a series of tremors.

  I was next. The incredible squeeze propelled me into outerspace and I roared my pleasure, blasting baby batter all over her fertile space.

  “Fuck!” came my grunt. “Fuck fuck!”

  And Andrew did something fucking nasty then. Without pulling his dick out of her mouth, he got up and straddled the brunette’s head so that he could really force it in all the way.

  “Take it,” he ground out. “Take it all the way.”

  What could Joanie do but obey? She was stuffed with twenty inches of hot cock, one pulsing into her pussy as the other erupted down her esophagus.

  “SHIT!” roared my twin. “Shit, suck it, suck it!”

  Joanie had no choice. Like a hoover, she gulped and swallowed again and again, welcoming the sperm into her stomach. And on the other side, her pussy spasmed furiously, pulling my virile jism deep into that fertile teen snatch.

  Because oh shit. I hope Joanie’s not on birth control. There’s no way she’s not, but I can’t help hoping. Something about the girl’s curvy form, and the way she was so receptive, made me want it. Hard. Hot. Bareback into fertile pussy. Again and again.

  But this is a service. This sweetly creaming cunt was bought and paid for by a group of billionaires. So what next? How could my brother and I possibly lay exclusive claim to this curvy form?

  But that was for later. Not now. So as the pulses subsided, I pulled back, watching my stiff cock exit that beautiful pink slit. Her pussy lips hugged me tight, like they didn’t want to let go. And simultaneously, Andrew withdrew too, pulling his gleaming fuckrod from between the brunette’s lips. Inch after inch reappeared, glorious and dripping, stiff and wet.

  The girl didn’t let us down. As we watched, she raised her knees and a well of sperm bubbled up from inside, cresting at her vaginal opening before sliding hotly down one big butt cheek.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, wiping at her mouth while staring down. “Oh god.”

  “That’s right,” I growled, kissing her. Shit, the taste of my brother’s sperm was fresh on her lips, pungent and salty. And I had to make things even. Bending my head, I slurped that cream pie from between her legs before reaching up to kiss her again, pushing my semen into her waiting, willing mouth.

  “There you go,” I rasped hotly. “There, you’ve got some of me in both holes.”

  And shit, but the girl licked her lips, savoring the flavor. But Joanie’s crafty. Because she smiled then, turning to my brother.

  “Andrew, I have Aaron in my pussy and my mouth. But I only have you in my mouth. Want to make it even?” she purred, spreading her legs once more.

  My twin sprang into action like Superman saving Lois Lane. Because there was still an hour before our landing in Atlanta … and not a moment to spare.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Joanie

  Oh god.

  I lay on the bed in the private room at the back of the jet.

  Boneless.

  Spineless.

  Sated, creamy curves splayed every which way, the white sheets stained.

  Because I wasn’t supposed to be here. This space was for passengers only. But after the intense session on the floor of the cabin, the twins moved our hot play here.

  It’d been crazy.

  Wild.

  Absolutely mindblowing in more ways than one.

  The sheets were no longer spotless, that was for sure. There were dribbles of cum everywhere, wet spots from both their jism and my juice. There were even some pale pink splotches, the evidence of my innocence.

  Because my virginity went out with a bang. A huge, nuclear explosion, gifting it to identical twins who were gods. Aaron and Andrew had dark hair with intense blue eyes. Builds fit for a professional athlete with broad shoulders and long, strong legs. But that wasn’t the only thing that was Olympian about the men.

  Their cocks.

  Andrew and Aaron had giant poles, stiff and constantly dripping.

  And I’d let them use me again and again, pumping me full of cum as I begged for more.

  “Yes,” I’d panted. “Right there, oh yes.”

  And the three of us had watched as Aaron pulled out and Andrew pushed in, taking his brother’s place. It was so nasty. What girl services two men her first time?

  But I’d done it.

  Both those cocks had been streaked with red on the sides, my innocence lost forever.

  And yet it felt so good.

  Like I belonged.

  Like they belonged.

  A shiver ran down my spine.

  More, whispered the voice in my head. Give me more.

  Because am I a slut?

  Slowly, I rose to a sitting position, pussy sore and achy, pushing tumbling curls out of my face.

  I had to be a slut.

  What girl does this? What flight attendant?

  And to make it worse, my cell dinged then. I lifted the phone limply, staring into the screen. A twenty thousand deposit had just appeared in my account, joining the ten I received from Damien and the ten from Charlie.

  I’d made forty thousand dollars in three days.

  At this rate, I’d be a millionaire in no time.

  But was it worth it?

  Was this right? Was it legal even?

  Inside the voice whispered sibilantly.

  It’s a lot of money, it said. Can you really say no?

  And that made me feel bad. Really, really bad. Slowly, I got up, eyes brimming. Because what girl does this? What amount of money would justify my behavior?

  With trembling hands, I stepped into my dress, zipping up the crumpled fabric. And then like a good stewardess, I stripped the bed and dumped the sheets and pillow cases into the utility hamper.

  Because I’m the cleaner. The maid. The waitress. All that plus a couple other things.

  In short, I was their dirty, X-rated employee.

  Slowly, I made my way off the plane into the huge, empty hangar. Echoes sounded as I grabbed my stuff and stumbled onto the shuttle van, whisking me to the hotel.

  God, what had just happened?

  I lay on the bed, lifeless, the A/C whirring like a drone. A snippet of my interview with Helena popped into mind. Because during the interview, she’d asked if I was on birth control.

  I goggled. Was this legal? Can you ask something like that during an interview? But Helena made some strange excuse.

  “We take drugs and alcohol very seriously,” she said. “We need to know of any impairment to your system.”

  I’d
gulped. Birth control was considered an impairment? I guess so. You do pump your system full of weird chemicals, so I spoke meekly.

  “No,” came my soft voice. “I’m not.”

  The woman nodded briskly.

  “Well, you’ll have to get on it,” she said. “I’ll make an appointment with the doctor for you, but in the meantime, take this,” she said, handing me a duet of pills.

  I’d stared at the package in my hand. The ovals looked innocuous enough, two pink ones lying side by side in bubble wrap.

  “What is this?” came my trembling voice.

  “Emergency contraception,” she’d said briskly, like this wasn’t weird at all. What HR person gives you the morning after pill? Strange, real strange.

  But I didn’t want to ask too many questions. The job was already mine, and the money was so good that I didn’t want to get fired before my first day. Plus, there was nothing that said I had to take it. I was a virgin after all, so why would I even need this stuff?

  But now, the pills stared at me from on top of the coverlet. Because I’d let the twins come in me again and again. It’d been so incredibly hot that the thought of contraception never even popped into my mind. I’d been too busy screaming and moaning, calling out their names.

  But suddenly, Helena’s actions made sense now. Elite Air was professional all the way, and they’d set me up with emergency contraception just in case. So I could take the pink pills and be done with it. Or I could roll the dice and wait.

  The plastic pack winked under the low lights.

  Oh god, oh god.

  What should I do?

  I needed to talk with someone. But who?

  I reached out to the only person who understood the situation.

  Helena.

  Wiping back tears, my fingers fumbled as I logged into Facetime. She better answer, I swore. This woman better answer.

  And in no time, Helena logged on, face smooth and professional, hair slicked back into a bun.

  “Helena,” I almost screamed, tears falling down my face. “What’s going on?”

  But the woman’s face remained impassive.

  “Calm down Joanie,” she soothed. “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong?” I sniffled. “What do you think is wrong? In three days I’ve flown three flights, and unspeakable things have happened.”

  The older woman pursed her lips for a moment.

  “Unspeakable?” she asked slowly. “My understanding is that you had a good time. Especially given the bonuses that were paid.”

  I gaped. Oh right, the money. Forty thousand dollars now sat in my bank account. But my pride was at stake, so I decided to confront her.

  “You know what that money’s for,” I whispered, voice ravaged. “You know what it’s for.”

  Helena shrugged her shoulders.

  “I don’t,” she said casually. “We select our stewardesses for their ability to please, and based on the bonus amounts paid to you, the customers have indicated their satisfaction.”

  That was corporate-speak for sure.

  “You know,” I hissed again. “You know what’s happened.”

  But Helena wouldn’t budge.

  “I don’t,” she said silkily. “If you’re having problems with your job, just let me know. I can pull you off the rotation and we’ll sub another girl in. Just let me know, Joanie.”

  Her voice taunted me, like it was egging me on. She wanted me to quit. This woman wanted me to give up, throwing my hands in the air like a loser.

  And I wasn’t gonna give her that satisfaction. Call it perverse, or call me stubborn. But I just wouldn’t give up.

  “No,” I said woodenly. “I can finish my flights for this month. It’s no trouble.”

  Helena nodded wisely.

  “Good,” she said. “That’s what we like to hear from our girls. Now is there anything else, Joanie?” she asked pointedly. “Anything else on your mind?”

  I opened my mouth to say no, but then words slipped out.

  “If you could send me some more emergency contraception, I’d appreciate it. My doctor’s appointment is in two weeks, so I haven’t had a chance to start with the real thing yet.”

  Helena nodded efficiently, noting something on her clipboard off-screen.

  “Of course,” she said, voice calm. “Of course, I’ll have that couriered to you right away. And our customers appreciate your precautions, Joanie. Usually, we don’t let the girls on board unless they’re using contraception, but we needed someone to start immediately. So you’re an exception.”

  My mouth opened, unable to speak. Clearly, Elite Air had a system going. They knew exactly how to prime and prep the girls for their dirty job.

  And soul numb, I clicked off my phone. That hadn’t worked at all. I’d called Helena, seeking solace and comfort. Much use that’d been. The woman was an emotionless robot, someone who knew her priorities. Because she was there to serve the billionaires, not me. She was on their payroll, and not mine.

  So my one ally hadn’t turned out to be an ally at all. I was completely alone, the whir of the A/C my only companion.

  And with slow steps, I heaved myself up from the bed and into the bathroom. A ghost stared back at me from the mirror. Curls wild and tumbled, brown eyes so big they almost took up my entire face.

  But there was something different for sure. It was the knowing look in my eyes. I’d been transformed by my experiences, pushed into womanhood with one sweet thrust of a man’s cock. Or four mens’ cocks, if I was being honest.

  And slowly, I parted my legs. Oh yes. My thighs were sticky still, pussy lips moist and swollen even now, hours after the encounter with the twins. With a slow hand, I reached down and stroked over the cakey whiteness. Their cum. My own juices. The fluids mixed so that it formed a tantalizing brew, flaking off slightly now.

  Slowly, my hand cranked the water to the shower, hot steam immediately filling the en suite. But I couldn’t make myself get in. That was the truth. Because I couldn’t bear to wipe off the sticky sperm, the mark of Andrew and Aaron. It shouldn’t have been like this. I should have been dousing myself with hot water, scrubbing hard, trying to get myself clean. For my emotional health, not to mention physical hygiene.

  But somehow, I couldn’t get myself to step into the stall. Instead, my fingers kept playing between my legs, stroking through my folds again, imagining the four men.

  Damien.

  Charlie.

  Andrew.

  Aaron.

  Yes, yes, yes. Touch me again. And right there, in the hotel bathroom, it happened. With one finger smoothing my clit, and another eased into my hole, I came all over again. Four cocks, in my mouth, in my hands, between my breasts. Deep in my private hole, and soon my back hole as well.

  A jolt ran through my spine.

  Because I wasn’t supposed to want this. I wasn’t supposed to give myself to the ecstasy, to anticipate whatever dirty acts would come next.

  And yet, here I was, stroking my curves, dreaming about the four men. Coming hard on my hands, pretending it was their cocks in my puss. Imagining the cum flying once more, hot sperm filling my inner cavity with goopy, satisfying warmth.

  Oh yes.

  That call with Helena had been pointless, not to mention totally unnecessary.

  Because I wasn’t going to lie to myself anymore.

  I wanted it.

  I wanted to engage with the billionaires over and over again.

  Unprotected.

  Hard. Hot. Heavy.

  Their sperm in all my chambers, making me feel good.

  And screaming in the bathroom, my cries reverberated, loud like a banshee. But these weren’t screams of distress or agony. These were the screams of a girl who wanted it all.

  Because how many more passengers were there?

  How many alpha billionaires would use my body, beckoning me to the dark side?

  And shamefully, I wanted it.

  But there shouldn’t be shame. I’m a
n independent woman, making a buck on my own time. Who’s to say that what I’m doing is wrong?

  And with that, I collapsed, gasping and panting on the floor of the bathroom, curves spilling everywhere. Because it was too good. Mindblowingly amazing, every nerve alive. And my mind was made up. This was my life, and I wanted to live it to the max, for as long as I was welcome. How long would that be? Another month? Another three months? Even a year?

  But there were no more tears. Instead, there was only the daze of fulfillment. The knowledge that I’d made the right choice, even if it was entirely internal. Because being a virgin doesn’t mean that I’m dumb. The opposite. It made me sensitive to the newness of the experience, endowing me the ability to see with fresh eyes.

  So I was here now, a stewardess with Elite Air. And my future unfolded, steamy and hot, filled with twists and surprises. What would it bring? Who knew? The only difference was me, aware and vibrant, heated yet knowing. Because I couldn’t wait to meet my next passenger.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Joanie

  Showing up the next day, there was a bounce to my step.

  “Chipper eh?” asked Martin, the baggage guy.