“I don’t feel well,” Mark whimpered, faking like a spoiled baby, and Cassie decided he looked a little peaked.
“I’m sorry, love, what can I do?” she asked.
“If you could get that auburn-haired lady with the cute bubble butt to hold my head while I barf, that would be good.”
God, he was sexy – and adorable. “Why Johanna? What’s wrong with me?” Cassie said with a pout.
“Absolutely nothing, angel, you’re perfect. Except my brother told me he would pulverize me if I hit on you and I’m really not up to it with this queasy stomach and all.”
“Good man,” Matthew said, patting his knee.
“I’ll see if she has a minute,” Cassie said, winking at him. She looked around the cabin. A number of seats were empty as they sometimes were on night flights. There were two dozen or more rowdy football players who had won their game in Dallas and were on their way home to Atlanta. Drinking and partying hard, they were hitting on female passengers.
Cassie found Johanna and delivered Mark’s message, rescuing her from an overly enthusiastic ball-player.
Going back to the twins, Johanna leaned over Matthew, pressing her breast against his cheek, and touched Mark’s forehead with a gentle hand. “You don’t look well, sweetheart. Can I make it better?”
“Such comforting hands, sweet lady,” Mark whispered, taking her hand and pressing it down hard against his cock. Johanna gasped. It was extraordinary, and rock hard. “I’m sorry to be such a nuisance. It gets that way when I’m badly frightened, and it hurts when it’s that hard.” Those compelling green eyes penetrated hers, his voluptuous mouth an enticing appeal. “Would you mind rubbing it a little?”
Her tight-fitting bodice brushing against Matthew’s face, Johanna squeezed and massaged as Mark pushed into her hand, groaning with pleasure. “Is that better, love?” Johanna whispered. The cabin was too dark for anyone to see incriminating details.
“Watching you jack my brother’s cock is going to make me come,” Matthew murmured. Deftly, he popped the top button of her low-cut blouse with his teeth. With no warning she felt a nipple being vigorously sucked into his mouth.
With a sharp intake of breath she jerked up, a shock wave of passion spreading through her tummy and down her inner thighs. Matthew was sucking her nipple so hard it made a little popping sound when she pulled away.
“Spoilsport,” he said, grinning.
“Oh God, I’m going to be sick,” Mark moaned. “Please, angel, could you escort me to the toilet?”
Grinning, Matthew stood up to let Mark out. His brother’s prodigious hard-on was straining against his form-fitting trousers.
Squeezing into the tiny bathroom, Johanna snickered. “How strange, you don’t look sick anymore.”
“Oh, but I am,” Mark whispered, his hand working skilfully under her skirt. Getting past her lace panties his slender fingers opened her sex and penetrated. “Ahhh,” he groaned with relief. “I suffer horribly from satyriasis.” Finding her swollen clitoris he rolled it between his fingers, kissing her hungrily, his hard cock bumping her belly.
“What’s satyriasis?” she murmured into his mouth. His kisses were making her too weak to stand, and his skillful fingers already had her on the edge of an orgasm.
“It’s a morbidly unhealthy malady characterized by constant, uncontrollable sexual desire. If I don’t bury my aching cock in that luscious little pussy soon I’m going to become deathly ill.” He roughly pulled down her blouse and sucked breathlessly on first one nipple and then the other.
Johanna was trembling all over. She couldn’t remember when she had been so violently aroused. “Well, you had better hurry before I come,” she croaked.
“Get on your knees and bend over the stool,” Mark commanded, his voice hoarse. Kneeling behind her, he slipped one arm around her waist, pulled her ass up against him and smoothly guided his engorged cock into her.
“Oh,” she cried out. “Easy!”
“Sorry, baby. Damn, that’s a tight little pussy!” One hand moved in front of her and reclaimed her clit, playing with it. With a raucous groan he pushed deep into her, pumping with a slow, deep rhythm. “Ahh, yes!”
His mouth pressed against her ear, his animal lust had him saying the most god-awful dirty things as his cock pistoned into her with steady forceful strokes.
There was something so intensely erotic about the contradiction between this handsome, elegant man and his filthy decadence. This was the most earthy, raunchy fuck she’d ever had and it was driving her mad. “I have to come,” she cried. “I can’t hold it!” Even as she said this, the fiery, orgasmic current was pulsating through her and her sex was exploding. His hand covered her mouth to muffle her cries as he continued driving deep in her, feeding her orgasm.
“I’m going to fuck that hot little pussy until you come one more time, baby, before I shoot off like Vesuvius,” he whispered.
“That would be wonderful, love, but I’ve been gone too long. I need to get back out there and give Cassie a break.”
He reached down and took something from his pants pocket. “I have something here that will have you climaxing in no time,” he panted. He was still driving into her, bone hard. Holding her tight, he spread the cheeks of her little bottom and before she knew what he was doing, he was sliding something hard and greasy into her anus.
“No,” she howled, struggling, but he had her in a vice grip and he pushed it all the way in before clicking on the battery-powered probe. The powerful vibration radiated through them both as Mark let out a rapturous groan, stroking faster. Johanna stopped struggling the instant he flipped the switch and was quivering all over, whimpering with bliss. In less than a minute she was shuddering on the crest of another orgasm. Bucking against Mark she peaked, the orgasm taking her over.
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit,” Mark growled, ramming into her, coming so hard Johanna could feel his big cock flexing in her belly, forceful jets filling the condom.
His warm panting breath in her ear, Mark murmured, “God, you’re a good fuck! Now you can get back out there and no one will know.”
“You’re kidding, right? I don’t think I can walk,” Johanna muttered.
She hobbled up to the seat where Matthew had a hand under Cassie’s skirt, his open mouth devouring hers. Johanna leaned over and whispered, “If they’re identical in every way you’re in for one hell of a treat.”
“Johanna, sweetheart, could you hand me my carry-on up there?” Matthew was glancing over his head. “It’s the blue one.”
“Certainly,” she said. She took it down and handed it to him.
“Thank you, love.” He flashed her a delectable smile with a flirtatious wink. “Now, if you will excuse us,” he said, turning back to Cassie.
Mark had already taken a seat further up, telling Johanna he would be waiting when she caught up. “I have a great toy you can wear while you’re working,” he said with a mischievous smirk.
“Thank you, evil man, but I’m so weak I can barely walk. No more orgasms for me till we reach Atlanta. Besides, it’s Cassie’s turn.”
Matthew had Cassie pinned down in the seat Mark had vacated. Unlocking his mouth from Cassie’s long enough to speak, Matthew hissed, “I have to fuck you.” He had his fingers working skillfully inside her and had already brought her to a heady climax. Having recovered from it, her sex was once again hot and wet, her heart thudding in her chest.
“You know what I really want?” she whispered.
“What, baby?”
“I want to eat the hell out of that incredible cock. I want to bite it and work it and suck it and drink it. I want to make you come till you’re drained.” As she talked she could feel his cock hiccupping under her hand. “I think that incredible prick just said it’s agreeable to that,” she whispered.
“Oh fuck yes,” Matthew groaned.
“Cover me with this,” she said, pulling a blanket from the back of her seat as she lowered her head.
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tthew picked up his carry-on and removed something from a side pocket.
“What are you doing?” Cassie asked. She was on the inside seats and Matthew was next to the aisle.
“Lie down in those seats with your head in my lap and open your legs,” he whispered. “I’ll cover us and while you suck me off I’m going to fuck you with this vibrating dildo.”
“Wait,” she yelled, over the noisy football team. “Look around. Does anybody need anything?”
“No, sweetheart, your friend has it covered.”
“Wait . . . has that thing been used?”
“Of course not, baby, it’s brand new. Mark and I buy these things by the dozen. Sexual pleasure is our thing and we’re always prepared. Now hush; we’re wasting time.”
“Umhmm,” Cassie murmured, guiding Matthew’s rigid cock into her mouth. Under the blanket, Matthew gently worked the large dildo into Cassie and flipped the switch. With a shock of pleasure, she humped and sucked hard. She loved sucking cock and this one was magnificent, from the velvety crown to the long, thick shaft with the luxuriant nest of hair at its base; its heavy balls, full and tight.
Matthew thrust the vibrating cock deep into her, finding a rhythmic in-out motion, a finger working her tingling clit. It was sheer rapture and she was perpetually on the brink of coming. When he pushed in she experienced such a shock of heat she automatically sucked so hard he growled and pushed up to her.
Dreamily, Matthew looked up to see a drunken football player turned around in his seat gawking, his eyes bulging.
“Is your cock hard, bud? Does this excite you?” Matthew whispered. “Want to watch?” He slid the blanket away and the big burly guy, his eyes glued to the orgy, hastily released his straining cock from his jeans.
Matthew leaned forward watching Mr Macho beat off. It was fun seeing a big dude like that worked up. The guy was vigorously pounding his stiff cock, staring wide-eyed into Matthew’s face. Matthew laughed playfully. “Come hard, big boy,” he whispered. Instantly the big man was crying out, his semen shooting forth in repeated, powerful spurts.
“Was that good, man?” Matthew whispered, fucking Cassie with a faster cadence, his stimulation building to its peak with Cassie’s practiced manipulations. He was so close.
“Oh shit yeah,” the big guy muttered. “I shot come all over the back of this damned seat.”
“Oh fuck,” Matthew groaned, fighting to keep from coming. “Why don’t you let a couple of your buddies sit there now,” he whispered. “Let someone else have some pleasure.”
“Yeah OK,” big man mumbled, too drained to argue.
Motioning to two of his buddies across the aisle, the big guy whispered something to one of them. “No shit!” the guy said, grabbing his other friend by the sleeve. They excitedly traded places. His eyelids at half-mast, his expression dreamily rapturous, Matthew smiled at them. Breathing hard, the big guys stared blissfully at Matthew fucking the girl with the dildo and getting expertly sucked off. “Holy shit,” one of them whispered, fumbling to get his hand on his prick. The other big guy already had his out, and, grunting mindlessly, was frantically jerking off.
“Hold me steady, dude,” Matthew muttered, grabbing the hand on the back of the seat. “I come hard.” He then looked down at Cassie. “Oh good, baby,” he gasped, hammering into her mouth. “Coming! Oh fuck – coming!” He froze, his climax shooting through him, his cock jerking with spasm after spasm, filling her sucking mouth, his hand gripping the guy’s hand so hard it was turning white.
Cassie was coming as well, shuddering, her mouth too full to make more than a whimpering sound.
The other athlete was watching Cassie come, a mesmerizing sight which had him shooting hot spunk all over himself and the seat.
After a minute of recuperation, Matthew whispered to the man whose hand he’d clutched through his orgasm. “Would you like to have this sweet lady here, big guy?”
“No,” the ball player murmured gazing hungrily at Matthew. “I want you. I want you really bad.”
“I’m sorry, sport; I’m orgasmed out, but that big bruiser next to you looks interested. I’ll bet he’d suck you dry.”
“Or fuck you wet,” the guy whispered. “My place?”
“If I can walk, I need to go help Johanna,” Cassie said. “We’re about to land.”
“That was wonderful, sweetheart. If you’d like, we can all continue this in Atlanta.”
“We definitely would like,” Cassie said, smiling. “Bring your toys.”
MY WIFE, MY WHORE
Clarice Clique
Elouise and I had been married for ten years before she confessed that her favorite fantasy was to be treated like a whore and be used by people she didn’t know. And once she’d told me, she kept telling me, making me think her favorite fantasy was in fact teasing me. When I was at work she sent me texts and emails, especially before important meetings, informing me that I’d married a dirty whore who wanted nothing better than to be fucked senseless by complete strangers.
I had been fretting for over a week about a meeting with my boss that would decide whether my contract would get renewed. A minute before I was due to be called in, my phone vibrated. I’d asked Elouise several times to behave today, I couldn’t afford to be distracted, but I knew it would be her texting me, just as I knew I shouldn’t read it, but I couldn’t resist.
I’ve just sucked the milkman’s cock. He says he’s going to fuck me really hard now. Thought you’d like to know. Good luck with the meeting thing.
I stared at the screen of my phone, reading and rereading so intently that I missed the first time I was called into my boss’s office. His secretary tapped me on my shoulder.
“Thanks, Marie,” I muttered, glancing at her just long enough to notice that she was staring at the bulge in my trousers.
I put my papers in front of me and quickly went into my boss’s office. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but my mind was filled with images of my wife on her hands and knees being fucked by the milkman. The milkman was a young blond guy who never tried to hide the fact that he liked my wife’s body, openly staring at her cleavage even when I was standing next to her. I couldn’t stop imagining him grabbing her tits as he pounded into her tight cunt. Just like I enjoyed doing, feeling their weight, positioning her in front of a mirror so I could watch them moving with the force of my fucking. I wondered if they were in the bedroom, our bedroom, if he had her bent over the bed. Or maybe she was riding him, grinding her wet pussy into his groin as he stared up at her full breasts.
The meeting seemed to go on forever and when I finally got out I phoned my wife immediately.
“Are you still fucking him?” I asked.
Elouise laughed. “How did the meeting go? You still got a job?”
“Yep. No idea how though.” Even as I answered her, I realized I didn’t care at all about my career, all I cared about was how hard my cock was because of her. “Tell me what you’re doing now. Tell me what you’ve done. Tell me everything.”
She laughed again, sounding even more amused than before. “I’ve done the dishes, a bit of vacuuming and I’ve just changed into my bikini to go out in the garden to work on my tan.”
“You know that’s not what I mean. Stop teasing me.”
“Honey, I’m not teasing you now. The text was the tease. Did you really think I’d fuck the milkman? I only pretend to be a whore, you know that I’m a good girl.”
Even after she’d put the phone down her mocking laughter was ringing in my ear. I stormed off to the bathroom, slammed the door on the cubicle and roughly pulled my trousers down. I almost didn’t hear the light tapping on the door.
“Can’t a man get a moment’s peace?” I snapped.
“OK,” a voice replied, a soft feminine voice that belonged to the boss’s secretary, Marie.
“What does he want that’s so urgent he sends you into the john to get me?” I asked, reluctantly zipping my erection back into the prison of my pants.
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br /> “He doesn’t want anything.”
“So what are you doing here?”
“I thought maybe earlier it looked like you might want to get to know me better.”
I slowly swung the cubicle door open. Marie had already got my interest but when I saw her standing in the middle of the bathroom calmly unbuttoning her blouse I was riveted. Every guy I knew lusted after her slim figure and her long legs. I could hardly believe it when she pushed her ass up onto the sink and spread her legs wide to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. There obviously wasn’t any need to say anything else. I undid my zipper and walked up between her legs. I had been feeling so desperate for so long I was scared that I would come the moment the head of my cock slipped in between her lower lips. She squeezed herself around me as if she was begging for me to fuck her. I wasn’t going to disappoint her and I pounded into her tightness, pulling hard on the long hard nipples at the end of her pert little tits.
I half hoped that someone would walk in and see me ramming my whole length into this beautiful woman, and hear her screams as I fucked her. As sexy as Marie was, thoughts of my wife were still tormenting me. I got my phone out of my pocket. Marie looked at me with a confused expression but I thrust even harder into her and her face turned back to bliss and her parted lips emitted sounds of pure pleasure.
I’m fucking my boss’s secretary right now. Thought you’d like to know. She isn’t a good girl, she is a dirty whore.
I smiled at the words of the text, imagining my wife’s reaction. Not that I had to imagine for more than a few seconds, the phone rang and her voice was on the line.
“Very funny, Ronnie,” she said, sounding put upon, but then her tone changed. “What’s that I can hear? Who’s that I can hear? Fuck, you weren’t joking, were you? You are fucking another woman?”
“Yep, I am.” I put the phone to Marie’s ear. “Say hello to my wife, Marie. Tell her that you are a dirty whore and how much you’re liking me fucking you.”
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