1. Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2


    Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Best read in sequence with part 1. The airport at Dubai was modern and clean, and the luxury associated with the premier Arabian destination sparkled in every little corner. I was finally back in my clothes, and Tamara guided me to a VIP lounge and told me to take whatever snacks and drinks I wanted before giving me a quick kiss and heading off to join the rest of the crew for their transfer to their hotel. There were only two other people in the lounge. He was a young guy with a cute, blonde shock of short hair and a soft, oval face and wore a light grey, skin-tight suit with a pink t-shirt underneath. His companion at the other side of the small table, whom he talked animatedly with, was a strong looking lady about twice his age and almost a full head bigger than him. She wore a purple, form-hugging dress, but her most noticeable features were a wide jaw and piercing eyes between brown, jaw-length hair. Every so often, I felt them flicker towards me with a strange, calculating expression, and the way her wide lips curled into a knowing, almost disparaging smirk when she looked over rewarded me with a mixture of strange fascination and aroused trepidation. Her eyebrow quirked upwards and her tongue trailed lewdly over her dark painted lips. She lifted her hand and crooked her finger, beckoning me over. I had expected some chance to relax and collect my thoughts between flights, but the greedy look in her eyes promised none of that. I set down the glass of water and got up ...
    from the bar stool. The guy’s eyes were now also fixed on me, and I nervously walked to their table. The woman looked me up and down while I approached, and grinned. Once I stood in front of their table, I parted my lips to greet them, but before I could do so, she grabbed the pink plastic card that again dangled in front of my chest and pulled me forward, forcing me to bend over the table rather awkwardly. “Hello there, beautiful,” she purred and eyed the card, tilting it this way and that. “So that’s what it looks like. I’ve been dying to finally take advantage of the service.” “Hello, Ma’am,” I replied a little meekly. “I’m - gosh, this is embarrassing - a little sore down there already. I don’t know if…” “Balderdash! A good slut’s always ready.” Tilting her head and licking her lips seductively, she nodded towards her young companion. “I’ve just promised Jimmy here something special. You wouldn’t want me to disappoint him, would you?” She pulled a little harder on the card, and my only possible reaction was to lean even closer. Wisps of breath caressed my lips. “No, Ma’am. Of course not.” “Good.” She smirked at me again, a wicked, sensuous, devilish smirk that seemed to reach directly between my legs and stir that heat once more, and leaned forward too so her lips were just an inch from my ear, whispering, “He’s the son of my neighbor. She’s an uppity, sanctimonious bitch, always the loudest at church and the most derisive about others, but I’ve spied her spread her legs ...
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