“That’s just it, Alexander. I’m not your girlfriend right now, not on this flight. The first time you saw me, you wanted a prostitute, a hooker. Well, now you have what you wanted: a hooker, a damned, good hooker,” she said as she picked up her glass and took a sip. She handed me my glass. She took another sip, placed her lips to mine, and gave me the cool bubbly liquid. I groaned as our lips slowly parted, and I swallowed.
“I’m a hooker, Alex, not your whore. That means that if you want to fuck me, you will have to pay, and I’m not cheap.”
I groaned with a frail smile.
“Oh, I’ll give you a sample of my lips, but if you want to come in my mouth, it will cost you five hundred dollars. If you want to fuck my pussy, it will be a thousand, and if you want my ass, it will be two.”
“You are incredible,” I mumbled as I tried to kiss her again.
She pushed me away. “Before you can do whatever you want with me, you must tell me what it is and pay first. I always get paid first, no exceptions,” she said, patting the counter next to the table.
I pinched myself again as I reached into my pocket and counted out ten one-hundred-dollar-bills.
She smiled and emptied her glass. “Don’t you want my ass, Mr. Thompson?”
I grinned. “Yes, but I can wait until we get to Seattle for that pleasure.”
She smiled as she reached down and undid my trousers. “You are a crafty one, Mr. Thompson,” she offered as she knelt and I watched my manhood slowly disappear between her luscious lips. She cupped my balls in one hand and stroked my shaft with the other as she slid my cock in and out of her wet mouth. “You taste good, Mr. Thompson,” she moaned through her nose.
“Skype just can’t do this,” I groaned as I watched her roll her tongue around and under the end of my shaft. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I began to shove it gently between her lips each time she slid over me. She felt me stiffen as my thighs began to shiver slightly.
“If you come in my mouth, it will cost you extra,” she said with the end of my dick still in her mouth. “If you make me swallow, that will be even more,” she cooed as she turned her eyes up toward me.
I shuddered as our eyes met, her lips still working my cock. “I would pay you anything,” I groaned as I shoved my cock to the back of her throat.
She slid my cock from her mouth and teased the tiny opening in the end with her tongue. “It’s not good to negotiate against yourself, Mr. Thompson. I think you need a business manager,” she said with a coquettish grin.
“I want to be inside you, inside your pussy,” I groaned as I pulled her up to me for a kiss.
She resisted. “I don’t usually let my johns kiss me, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her lips covered with precum and saliva.
I wrapped her in my arms and forced my mouth on hers. She responded by opening her mouth, taking my tongue in deeply as she hunched her wet pussy against my cock. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she quivered. “Rough sex is always more, depending on how rough it gets,” she moaned as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
She broke our kiss and lay on the bed. “How do you want me?” she smiled.
I shook my head. “I want to fuck you just as you are, high heels and all, baby,” I said as I removed my clothing. She grinned while she scooted up on the bed and spread her legs for me as I crawled between them. I reached up and placed my thumb on her breast just above her bodice and tugged upward sliding her rigid, dark-chocolate nipple out from under her bustier.
“Hmmmm,” she groaned, “if you taste one of them, you have to taste the other,” she said as she slowly slid her other nipple out from under the confining black cloth.
She reached down between us and gently placed me at her opening. “I hope you get your money’s worth?” she whispered with a quick gasp of air as the tip of my cock pressed against her wet flesh deforming her opening.
The plane shook suddenly with a sharp jolt as it passed through some turbulence, forcing me deep inside her. “Oh, God,” she trembled. “Sometimes you just have to love turbulence. I never knew that turbulence could feel so good,” she laughed.
I groaned suddenly finding myself buried to the hilt inside of her tight little body. “You are so wet and so tight, baby. God, I’ve missed being inside of you,” I whispered as her lips found mine and our mouths became embroiled in steamy, unbridled passion while our bodies began to move as one. We were in perfect sync as I slid slowly in and out of her.
I looked down and marveled at her incredible form, her breasts bulging out from beneath her bustier with her sexy, puffy nipples looking slightly deformed from being stretched under the tight bodice. I saw the bottom of her bustier, her garter belt, and nylons, but best of all, I could see my glistening, white cock sliding in and out of her swollen, dark-brown lips. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”
“What’s that, baby?”
“My body sliding inside of yours,” I moaned as I pushed as deeply in her as I could. I shuddered briefly as I concentrated on the feeling of my flesh sliding slowly inside of hers. “I’ve never fucked a more perfect body.”
She whimpered as she hunched into me, grinding her pussy against the base of my cock. Spreading her thighs further, she wrapped her legs around mine, so she could thrust harder and pull me deeper inside her. “Are you pleased with me, baby? Am I fucking you good?”
I quivered and stiffened at the sound of her sexy voice. “Oh, yes, honey. You are the best,” I moaned as we kept our perfect rhythm.
“I’m the best what, baby?”
I shoved deeply in her and ground the root of my shaft into her clitoris. “You are simply the best.”
She cooed sweetly into my ear and nibbled my lobe. “Am I the best fuck? Is that what you are telling me?”
“Oh, God, yes, sweetheart. No one can fuck me like you can, no one.”
“I’m so pleased because I want you to be happy and get what you are paying for.”
I groaned and began rubbing the head of my cock over her G-spot. She started fucking me with short, jabbing strokes forcing my cock to stay on the swollen, sensitive mass.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered. “Does that mean that you are going to give me a good review?”
“Nothing but five stars all the way.”
She wrapped her arms more tightly around my back and kissed me passionately as she ground her wet sex into mine. “Then I want you to come in me. Come in my pussy, sweetheart. I want you to have my best girlfriend experience. Fill my pussy with your warm, sweet cream,” she moaned as she fused her lips to mine.
She was breathing hard, almost gasping for each breath. “Ah, ah, ah,” she cried out with each breathy grunt as she hunched into my shaft, scraping her swollen flesh across the head of my cock.
I felt my orgasm begin to crystallize deep within my groin as my sack tightened. I knew my time was near. “I’m close. Oh, yes, honey, I’m close, so close,” I moaned as my movements became more forceful, more aggressive.
She felt my back muscles tighten and my thighs quiver. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Come for your sweet, little whore,” she moaned as she helped me slide my cock quickly in and out of her wet, slippery sheath.
My orgasm was at the very precipice, teetering at the very edge of collapse as the deep, achy pain within me lie ready to be triggered. I knew that I couldn’t be denied; not from here. It was too close, and I was so ready. It would be mine and soon.
By her erratic, jerky movements, I knew she had to be close. “Oh, God, oh, God, I’m locked on, baby,” she screamed as she convulsed into me. She immediately went rigid and quivered for a brief moment before convulsing again and again without breathing, her wet sex pasted tightly against mine. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped trying to catch her breath.
The needy sound of her first “Oh, God” triggered my release, and I gushed into her body holding her tightly as she repeatedly climaxed and clenched tightly around my cock. I erupted into her repeatedly without moving, her legs holding me in place so
she could grind her wet sex into my cock. All I could do was shiver and stiffen as I felt each eruption of my seed spill into her womb.
She groaned as she slowly relaxed back against the bed. She was struggling for air a little more than usual, so I lifted off her just enough so she could breathe easier. “Get this thing off me,” she begged as she tried to manipulate the zipper of her bustier. “I need to breathe.”
I quickly pulled out of her, rose up on my knees between her legs, and pulled the zipper all the way down from between her breasts to her crotch. I parted the two halves immediately, exposing her beautiful body. She took several deep breaths of much-needed air while she slowly regained her composure. “Remind me to take this thing off before we have sex the next time I wear it,” she giggled.
I looked down at her pussy and smiled as I reached for some tissue on the side table. I bent down and gently wiped my seed from her gorgeous pink flower. “Hmmmm, that feels good. Thank you, lover,” she cooed.
Her swollen lips, wrapped so preciously around her pink opening, and still gaping from penetration, were more than I could resist. I lowered my face to her and slid my tongue gently up through her swollen sex being careful not to touch her clitoris. I did this three or four more times, cleaning her swollen lips to either side and gently wiping over her lacy inner lips. I knew that I was not only tasting her; I was tasting me as well.
I groaned with one last kiss to her frilly opening and watched it slowly close. After watching it close so perfectly, I had to kiss it one more time. “Your pussy is so soft, so warm, and it taste so, so good,” I whispered into her beautifully-splayed sex.
She nudged her pelvis slightly and whimpered. “That felt delicious,” she whispered. “Why did you kiss me down there after you came in me?”
I groaned deeply and slowly through my nose. “Because it looked so beautiful and so loving as it slowly closed in on itself that I couldn’t keep my lips from it.” I moaned again as I thought about how beautiful and sexy it was.
“I need a kiss,” she said as she pulled me up to her face. The kiss was soft and long, tender and sensuous, loving not sexy. “I thought that you wouldn’t taste yourself unless it came from my lips.”
I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. “Yes, you’re right, but I don’t think I said which lips I was referring to.”
“Aw, lover, that’s so sweet. I’m so glad that you’re no longer afraid to taste yourself because it makes our after-sex time so much more loving and tender when you don’t have to worry about avoiding certain things that you enjoy.”
I smiled. “You called me lover. I thought I was your john.”
She gave me a quick smack on the lips with hers. “Did you get your money’s worth and enjoy yourself?”
I grinned with a chuckle. “I couldn’t be happier.”
She cooed, obviously happy. “Then you are my lover again. I’m not saying that I won’t be your whore, but I’ll always be your lover.”
I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed more passionately, our tongues searching in need. All of the talk about her being my lover and my whore had made me hard again, and I pushed against her as we kissed.
“Put it in,” she whispered with a shiver.
I rose up and slid easily in her as she wrapped her gartered and stocking-covered legs around me. Our sex was slow and delicious, and in a few minutes she cried out her release, which triggered mine.
We stayed coupled for the longest time enjoying the warmth and closeness of our bodies being intimately bound. We went through a slight pocket of clear-air turbulence forcing us more tightly together.
I laughed. “For the first time in my life, I’m enjoying turbulence.” However, moments later, another bump made me slip out of her.
She giggled. “I guess you have to take the good with the bad.”
We were having such a beautiful time just lying there together that I tried to push myself back inside her, but I was far too flaccid by then to even make a valiant attempt.
She giggled again and gave me a quick kiss. “Nice try, lover, but no cigar.”
I smiled, somewhat tickled with the situation. “Well, I guess that I’m done for a while. Would you like another glass of Champagne?”
She grinned up at me. “I would love one, my lover.”
I got up to pour us another glass and looked back over my shoulder at her as I grabbed the bottle. “I think that sex at thirty-eight thousand feet agrees with you.”
“How is that?” she smiled up at me.
“It appeared to me that you moaned and quivered a little more than you have before. I don’t know, perhaps it was just me enjoying you so much after not seeing you for several days.”
She grinned as I handed her the glass. “Or perhaps, I threw in those extra moans and groans because you were paying so dearly to have sex with me, and I wanted to make sure you would be a repeat customer,” she smiled coquettishly.
I held my glass up to hers. “I think that we may have to do this again sometime. But let me ask. Don’t I get a credit or a refund for your orgasm?”
She chuckled with a large grin while she slowly shook her head back and forth. “You must be kidding me. How do you know I didn’t fake it just to make you happy?”
“Ha!” I teased. “The idea of you faking an orgasm is an oxymoron.”
She took a sip of her champagne, her smile broadening. “I think you may have me there,” she grinned. “I’m hungry, are you?”
I nodded. “I’m starved.”
“I’ve got some boiled prawns and a salad in the galley refrigerator. Let’s go eat, and from the looks of it, we’ll probably need another bottle of Champagne sooner or later,” she said as she headed out of the bedroom into the main cabin.
She walked up the aisle toward the galley naked, and I followed not thinking anything about it. I stood and watched her gorgeous, brown nakedness as she prepared our food. She appeared to be so out of place, and this seemed so outrageous and sexy that I became semi hard again. I walked up behind her and placed it in her cleft.
She stopped what she was doing and wiggled her bottom back against me. “Hm, that feels promising,” she cooed.
I reached around and cupped her pert, little breasts. “Aren’t you afraid that they might see us?”
She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and parted her lips waiting for me to kiss her. I obliged as we lost ourselves in deeply emotional passion for a few moments.
When we finally parted, a thin string of saliva clung to our lips. “No, baby, I’m not afraid they will see us.” She pointed to a small strip of colored lights on one of the walls. “If the green light is on, it means that the video and audio feed to the cabin is on. When it is off, they can’t see or hear anything, and they would never enter the cabin without letting me know ahead of time, unless there was an emergency.”
I grinned. “So they can’t see or hear anything.”
“Of course not, you don’t think I would traipse around like this if they could, do you?” she teased.
“No, baby,” I said as I kissed her with renewed passion. “This is just so … so wild and incredible. Never in my wildest dreams would I have …”
She placed her finger to my lips. “I know. Nor would have I. But I feel so sexually liberated around you, and I trust you so much I think I could have sex with you in public and love every second of it. But we would have to be careful,” she giggled.
I groaned with such lust and passion for her. “Is that an invitation to fuck you wherever I want like the front yard?”
She giggled. “Probably not, but then, you never know, for sure. I think that the back yard might be a go, however,” she said kissing me lustfully.
After kissing her in the galley for a few moments, I was rock hard again and ready to fuck her right there. She reached down and took me in her hand. “I’m hungry. Is this still going to good after we eat?”
I grinned, holding her tightly as I gently rocked her back and for
th in my arms. “With you on the other end of it, I’m sure it will be.”
We ate our lunch at one of the tables in the cabin without a care in the world, and as naked as the day we were born.
When we had finished, we cleaned up and returned what we hadn’t eaten to the refrigerator. I grabbed the remainder of the Champagne, and we returned to the bedroom. We kissed and cuddled for the longest time, but my erection had disappeared.
“I know I could get it up with my lips.”
“There is no doubt in my mind that you could, but I would rather just kiss and cuddle you now and save whatever I have left for tonight after dinner. We can take our time and make love for as long as you want.”
She whimpered sweetly, pulled the covers up over us, and snuggled her backside up against my flaccid friend as I gently cupped her lower breast in my hand.
******
We barely heard the chime over the intercom. She stirred slowly and pushed the button after it chimed for a second time. “I’m sorry, Rob,” she said with a sleepy yawn. “We must have fallen asleep.”
“That’s okay, Miss Carter. I just wanted to advise you that we have been cleared to begin our descent into Seattle, and we should be landing in about twenty minutes.”
“Thank you, Rob,” she said with a sleepy grin as she turned and climbed on top of me, giving me affectionate little kisses. “I hope you had a good rest, handsome, because you are going to need it tonight,” she grinned as she laid her head on my chest.
Within ten minutes, the captain advised us that we need to be seated with our seatbelts firmly secured. By then, we were seated in the main cabin on one of the sofas, holding hands and waiting for the plane to land.
Once we had landed, and they had the engines shut down, the first officer for this flight, Roger Barfield, entered the main cabin and opened the door. He walked down the stairs and turned to lend us a helping hand. I followed Shannen down, and when I got to the bottom, Roger smiled and held out his hand. “I hope you enjoyed your first flight with us, Mr. Thompson.”
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