Authors: Charlotte Sloan
I leaned into him, allowing the long, sharp blade of his shaft to come creeping down the hot crook of my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe, in such a manner that tears were in my eyes by the time he at last touched down.
Not to be out done, however, it was then that Derrick came up behind me, his thighs pressing against my ass as he mounted me doggy style, swiping his cock up and down between my buttocks as though to tease me, and then pushing himself inside me, driving his tip deep into my sopping wet pussy, and causing me to arch my spine in reaction as he touched down deep, deep, deep within my core.
I was smashed wildly between the two men as they tore the hell into me from there on out, humping me like mad from either end, cramming themselves so tightly into my respective orifices that I thought I might collapse outright by the time all was said and done. They fucked me brutally, their pelvises stuttering against my body and each man's thrusts knocking me deeper into the other, spit-roasting me and pushing me up to the brink of fainting with their love.
Tears began to stream down along my cheeks as I savored the overwhelming joy of this, my technically first double penetration, popping me back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, the vigor of being face-fucked like this making the survival vaginal intercourse a remarkable feat in and of itself.
And at last, each of them crushed me one final time, holding themselves in place to the extent I could hardly stand it, and then slowly, very slowly, pulling back out of me.
Just as I was about to collapse onto the bedspread from near exhaustion, Derrick, that beautiful bastard of mine, slid his body beneath me. I cherished his warmth as he wrapped me in his arms, kissing my mouth as though to breathe sustenance back into me after such a brutal exchange. I was sure as hell going to need it if I had any hope whatsoever of surviving through the remainder of all this...
When at last I could at least see straight, I felt the shock of Ryan manually inserting my boyfriend's penis into me, pushing it up inside and causing me to whimper with satisfaction at the cleaving apart of my folds. And then, just when I thought I could take no more, Ryan himself came climbing up onto the top of the pile, mounting me, and driving his erection into my body, inch by inch by terrible inch of his smoldering hot cock grinding up against Derrick's and the two men's combined force entirely too much for me as at last they touched down.
Two penises, grinding together, deep, deep, deep inside my pussy...
I could not believe this was happening, could not even begin to fathom what a very lucky girl I was, not having thought for a minute upon requesting this that things would progress this far, yet gratified beyond words that they had.
The two of them began to pump, to thrust, to fuck me as hard as they could, cock sliding up against cock, each brutal stroke stretching me out wider than I could stand, making me moan and shake and squirm all over, my heart racing as I lost all control, my screams filling the apartment and my head feeling on the verge of shooting clean up through the roof.
And then, God help me, they began to cum inside me, each of them ejaculating in a hot, thick, sticky torrent. The two of them, combined, absolutely filled me up inside, pulse after pulse of their essence drenching my anatomy, each of them coating one another as they spurted up into me, so that as they continued to thrust they were coat in one another's sweltering sperm.
I felt myself began to burst over the edge, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced ripping through my body like wild. Every muscle clenched, pulling them deeper and deeper into me, every nerve ending sparked with sweet carnal sensation, and by the time it was all over I was surprised I didn't pass out from the sheer, carnal beauty of it.
It was, in many ways, the happiest birthday I had ever had the pleasure of celebrating-
Not to mention, that same night my very first child was conceived by one of the two men's seed, my birth control evidently failing, leaving me with no idea whatsoever as to which of the two men were the child's real father.
Happy birthday to me, indeed...
THE END
Chapter 1
He loved her moans. It was the best part about her. He loved playing her like an instrument, creating a beautiful melody. He had fucked countless women in his past, but none of them could moan quite like Nicole. She was something else. Not only was she great in the sack, but she was also a superb employee.
Jetson, the man currently fucking Nicole’s brains out was the son of Armando Suarez. Armando Suarez was the sole owner of Armando Airlines, an airline company that catered to the rich and famous. Due to his success, his son lived a life of luxury. He had everything he could ever want: cars, fancy apartments, women, fame, you name it.
But, Jetson wasn’t a freeloader. He worked for all that he had. Jetson was a pilot. He was very skilled for the young age of twenty-five. For this reason, his father trusted him with any of the airline’s planes. Jetson, however, had a favorite, and it was, of course, a jet. #52 was a sleek luxury jet meant for transporting a single VIP. #52 was his pride and joy. Jetson could pilot that jet with his eyes closed. Plus, with state of the art autopilot technology the jet practically flew itself.
And that was exactly what #52 was doing right now. Jetson had turned on the autopilot as soon as it was safe to do so, not wanting to waste one precious minute. He had a lovely stewardess waiting for him. He wanted her and wanted her bad. He would be damned if he didn’t give it to her,
hard
. He would be damned if he landed #52 without banging his sweet stewardess in more ways than one.
Which is why, at that exact moment, he was tearing off Nicole’s sexy little uniform. He kissed her neck, extracting those intoxicating moans from behind her lips. His lips pressed firmly against her soft skin, his teeth gently nipping at her delicate skin.
Nicole loved the feeling of his lips on her skin and wanted more, much more. Before Jetson could react, she took control, pinning him against the wall, ripping off his uniform. She pulled him closer, wrapping his tie around her fist and tugging on it as she fell back into one of the seats so that he would fall down on top of her.
Jetson instead took his chance and pounced on her. He started biting her neck as his hands traveled up her skirt. They quickly found her silk underwear, a pair he had bought for her. He smirked with pride before suddenly ripping them off her body. He would just buy her another pair later. The thought of her working the rest of the flight without them was too good to resist.
Nicole was excited too. She loved her job. She loved flying, but most of all, she loved Jetson. He was sexy and she couldn’t get enough of him. It was like an addiction she couldn’t kick and every time she saw him her need only grew stronger and stronger. Luckily, at least, she could count on them getting it on any time they were in the air together, just like they were right now.
Right now she could feel his hands all over her naked body. Foreplay was long gone. It was time to get to work. With both of them naked and with her straddling him, they both knew it was about to get hot and heavy. She could have continued to tease him for hours, maybe a little lap dance, or tiny, unsatisfying kisses, but they both needed each other,
now
. They couldn’t wait.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard Niki.” Jetson smirked and without further notice he plunged himself into her soaking pussy. In a moment, he was balls deep inside of her. All Nicole could do was moan as she dug her nails into his back while she arched her own back in pleasure, trying to adjust to the beast that had just rammed itself inside of her.
She was used to Jetson’s roughness by now. She had been his stewardess for five amazing years. She loved being a proud member of the mile high club. Nicole looked at Jetson now, her hands around his neck as she bounced up and down on his throbbing member. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. However, it would take many more positions and a lot more sex in order to satisfy either one of them.
Nicole and Jetson were honestly perfect for each other. If they hadn’t gone into the airline business they would have been perfect porn stars. They could honestly go at it for days.
Jetson, now, had Nicole bent over her serving cart, pumping into her, in and out like a piston. He was being rough with her and she loved it. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Nicole could only moan louder and louder, filling the whole jet with her sweet sounds. Jetson continued to ram into her, harder and harder until her breasts were bright red, raw from rubbing against the cart.
Nicole didn’t care. She didn’t care if she would be sore for a month. She wanted more. “Mmm, Jetson, let’s do it on the bar next.” He nodded before carrying her to the bar and setting her down on the counter. Nicole’s legs instantly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as his tongue went to work on her eager pussy. He licked and licked, playing her like an instrument, making her moan even louder. He couldn’t get enough of her moans.
To Nicole’s dismay, her moment of pleasure was quickly over. Jetson pulled her down from the bar before pushing her onto her knees. She knew exactly what this meant and got right to work. Her soft lips wrapped around him as her hot mouth engulfed his raging member. She continued to suck him for all she was worth. She could feel his fingers wrap around her hair, urging her to go faster and harder.
Before she knew it Jetson had thrown her down on all fours. She knew what this meant. They would be done soon. “Fuck. I’m all out of condoms. Looks like I have to go bareback tonight.” He slammed into her tight hole, making her back arch and her toes curl. He didn’t stop until he blew his load. He didn’t bother to ask if she was on the pill.
Chapter 2
After a quick cleanup, it was as if nothing had ever happened. They were both once again dressed in their uniforms and the jet had been wiped clean. There was no trace at all of their naughty deeds. They didn’t want their client, a very important one today, to find out what they had done. They couldn’t afford to upset her.
They were scheduled to pick up Stacy Damson, the only child of Danny Damson, founder of Digital Tracks, the high-tech train company that was taking the nation by storm. His daughter was supposedly drop dead gorgeous and Jetson was excited to meet her.
He was even more excited to bring her to his father’s party. His father was having a huge party in his honor (although his father claimed it was just a business party). Jetson was getting older and at twenty-five his father felt like it was time for Jetson to stop his life as a bachelor and settle down instead. For this reason, Armando had organized a party where a lot of wealthy and beautiful women would gather, such as Stacy, who would seek out business proposals with the Suarez family.
Jetson just hoped he could get some at this party or it would be a total let down. With so many beautiful women gathered in one place, he hoped to get lucky. Maybe he could finally get that threesome, he had always wanted, that would be fun. With the thought, he smirked and got back into his pilot’s chair. He felt at ease with #52 back in his hands.
A while later they landed in one of his father’s private airports. He parked the jet and got out. He left Nicole inside of #52. He thought about how she would have to serve Miss Stacy with no panties on and had to suppress the boner trying to grow in his pants. His mind wandered into dirtier territory as he thought about them getting it on together. He, of course, would watch. As he walked, he had to force down his raging member. He couldn’t enter the building with a boner.
Inside, he stopped in the restroom so he could fix up his uniform. He had to look his best. If Stacy Damson was as hot as everyone said she was, then Jetson would have to make a good first impression. Maybe he could get her to fall in love with him and then find some way to get her into bed with him. One way or another, he would find some way of getting banged tonight, even if it meant hunting down Nicole. Luckily, he knew where she lived.
Jetson walked with purpose as he made his way to the pickup area where clients waited for their pilots to escort them to whatever private jet was waiting for them. Luckily for Stacy she would be riding on #52 with Jetson. He would give her a hell of a
ride
.
He walked up to the check-in desk and grabbed a whiteboard. He wrote down ‘Stacy Damson’ in big red letters. With his board in hand, he walked over to the small group of people waiting to fly. He stood in front of them, waiting for one of them to recognize their name on the board.
Jetson surveyed the crowd, smiling. All the women were attractive, so it didn’t even matter which one of them was Stacy. But, suddenly a smoking hot red head walked up to him. He nearly licked his lips at the sight of her. She had this amazing hourglass figure and an
amazing
ass. Her lips were a shade of fuck me red. She seemed to have the most kissable neck. This would be an
amazing
ride.
“Hello. You must be Stacy.” Jetson’s voice was a sexy whisper. He hoped it would turn her on like it did Nicole. Stacy gave him a little grin as she bit her lip, an act that drove him mad. What he wouldn’t do to have those lips wrapped around him. He wanted her. He
would
have her.
“Yes. That’s me. You must be pilot Jetson. I’ve heard a lot about you. My father is a big fan.” She smirked before placing a hand sensually on his arm. Jetson’s member tried to spring to life in his pants, but he forced him down. He didn’t need a boner in public.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stacy. Let me escort you to the jet.” He took her hand before pulling her along. Her hand was so soft. If simply holding her hand could drive him wild, Jetson couldn’t imagine what sex would be like. He knew he
had
to have her.
Jetson quickly brought her into the jet where Nicole and Stacy met for the first time. There was a bit of tension that filled the air as jealousy formed. Nicole could tell that Jetson was attracted to Stacy. He looked as if he would pounce on her at any moment and that made Nicole horribly jealous.
Stacy was also jealous. She considered the stewardess to be hotter than her, causing insecurities to blossom. She envied any woman that was more attractive than herself. Wanting to show her dominance Stacy started to flirt with Jetson, turning Nicole green with envy.
When Jetson emerged to entertain his guest Stacy was all over him. Her hands were all over his body. As she got increasingly drunk she loosened up even more, getting courageous. One of her hands was on his upper thigh, getting closer and closer to the tent he had pitched there. Nicole could do nothing but look on as Stacy teased the love of her life.