1. Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2


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

    there, and you will seduce her. Oh yes, yes!” The last few words rose in pitch, spurring me on to reach my tongue deep into the silken channel of her pussy. Her hips started to rock softly with each ministration of my tongue, and her eyes closed in delight. “Whatever she asks of you, you will always answer with a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and do what she tells you to. Nghh… oh yes! Like this!” I had pushed a finger into her narrow channel and alternated between nibbling on her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. Suddenly, and without warning, her thighs clenched around my head and her whole body trembled. She let out the cutest, softest, high-pitched whimper, then she slumped back into the seat. “Oh yes,” she whispered, her fingers slowly uncurling in my hair, “that was nice.” She parted her legs and freed my head again. I reached up to wipe away her juices which were covering my mouth and chin, but she captured my wrist and stopped me. “Don’t,” she whispered. * * * * How do you seduce a woman who has ordered you to do so? It was a strange concept, and I was getting myself worked up while I waited for official boarding to start, seated behind a thin curtain in the attendant’s section and all by myself. It took almost an hour until everyone was seated and we had the clear to go. I was joined by four ‘real’ flight attendants - a tall, sleek woman who appeared to be of Indian descent, a tiny waif of a girl with a round face and the almond eyes of Chinese heritage, a slightly taller and curvy ...
    woman in her mid forties whom I guessed to be of Arab origin and finally, with skin almost black in color and an intensity in her eyes that caught me like a rabbit looking at a snake, an African goddess. She took the place opposite mine, and in the narrow space, our knees almost touched. She extended both legs, trapping my left one between them, and leaned forward, whispering, “Je te veux!” I scratched together all my flighty knowledge of French and got her message. “I’d like that,” I whispered back, and her calves slowly started to rub up and down mine. I hadn’t come through the play with Amelia, and licking the pretty pussy while we drove to the rollway had made me horny like hell. Now, with the black goddess touching me like this, I had to use all my self-control not to jump onto her lap and tell her to take me any way she wanted. This whole journey was filled with sexuality, and I felt like ball bouncing on waves. And I was just as wet. The plane rolled onto the runway, and we had to close our seatbelts. The woman, Selima was the name on her badge, winked at me with a wide grin, then wiggled her tongue lewdly through parted lips, making my cheeks blush. I was pressed into my seat, and the engines’ howl and the rattling of the airplane’s wheels on the concrete beneath them drowned out every sound. With that moment of total, lightweight disorientation in my tummy, I felt it leave the ground and angle upwards into the next part of my slut adventure. Life was good! * * * * I ...
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