1. Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2


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

    couldn’t stop before she had found her release. I suckled on her toes, making little smacking sounds, and that appeared to do something to her, because her fingers became a flurry and her moans grew louder and faster. Her body arched and her head flew back. With a long, deep, shaking moan, she came. Her face went through a myriad of emotions in the blink of an eye, and the knowledge that I had been part of giving her such pleasure made my heart stumble. She extricated her foot and sighed, one hand clutched tight between her legs. After a minute of getting back her breath, she smiled at me and whispered, “Well done, my slut.” I grinned back at her. “Anything for the pleasure of our passengers.” “It was a pleasure alright,” she purred, then patted her lap. “Come here, I want to cuddle a bit.” I sat on her lap, slightly sideways so I could lean into her, and she threw her blanket over us. She closed her eyes, and I did too. After a moment, I felt her fingers sneak between my legs and parted them as good as I could. Two of them gently wormed their way into my moist channel and made me moan. “No cumming,” she whispered, “I just want to feel how wet you are. Let’s doze a bit.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I whispered back and nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck. A part of me wanted her to wiggle her fingers and give me a nice fucking, but another part found the moment wonderfully relaxing. I took a few deep breaths. * * * * We slept through the rest of the flight, and I had really needed ...
    it. I woke from the movement of the fingers still buried inside my pussy. “Time to wake up, my lovely slut,” she whispered in my ear and withdrew her digits. “Do we need to?” I asked sleepily. “Unfortunately.” I rubbed my eyes. Selima was standing next to us, holding the blanket in her hand and not bothering to hide her grin. I climbed off my flight guest’s lap and followed her to the crew compartment, where she handed me the clothes I had left behind at the lounge and leaned back against the narrow counter. I dressed under her scrutinizing eyes, and I was pretty sure that, had we had more time, she’d have seized the opportunity to do something wicked with me. Instead, she winked once I was fully dressed and gestured towards the seats. * * * * The tropic heat hit me like slap in the face. The ground was wet and the air almost dripped with humidity. I hadn’t taken more than a few steps before my clothes were soaked with sweat. We were led in a line along parked airplanes towards the airport. Once there, it was a long wait until we could pass through the immigration check, then once more at customs and a third time for whatever reasons. An hour later, though, I finally pulled my suitcase from the carousel and headed for the exit in a throng of people of all nationalities and set off to find the booth for my travelling agency. People were jumping about, shouting things and waving paper sheets. It was all a bit crazy, but I did manage to find the correct booth, got ticked off the ...
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