Chapter 13

Leo lounged in the plush leather captain's chair of his private Gulfstream, the jet slicing through the night sky at 30,000 feet, the hum of the engines a constant vibration under his skin.

 The cabin reeked of luxury, polished wood paneling, chilled champagne sweating in silver buckets, the faint ozone tang of recycled air mixing with his cologne. His entourage flanked him: Marcus, his broad-shouldered VP with a perpetual smirk, nursing a scotch; and Javier, the sharp-eyed lawyer, fingers drumming the armrest. 

They were mid-deal talk, but Leo's eyes had locked on Marie from takeoff their flight attendant, all lithe curves poured into that skimpy uniform skirt and blouse, her dark hair pinned up, lips painted red like an invitation.

"Marie," Leo called, voice smooth command as turbulence rattled the glasses, the jet dipping sharply. She approached on steady heels, tray in hand, her thighs brushing together with each sway. 

The drop made her breath hitch, breasts jiggling against the half-unbuttoned blouse. "Service us properly. Strip for the mile-high club." Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparked with that hungry compliance he craved nipping her lip, she set the tray down, fingers working the blouse open to reveal lace-trimmed tits, nipples pebbling in the cabin's chill. 

The skirt followed, pooling at her ankles, leaving her in thigh-highs and garters, pussy bare and already glistening under the recessed lights. Turbulence bucked again, jolting her forward; Leo caught her waist, pulling her onto his lap, the leather creaking under them. "Good girl. Pour the champagne on yourself."

She grabbed the open bottle, the cork's pop lost in the engine drone, golden fizz bubbling over her fingers as she tilted it. Leo guided her hand lower, the cold liquid splashing across her pussy lips, rivulets trickling down her thighs, pooling on his slacks. 

The scent hit sharp and effervescent, mixing with her musk. He dipped his head, tongue lapping the champagne from her folds tart bubbles bursting on his taste buds, her clit swelling under the flat press of his mouth.

 Marie moaned, knees buckling as another air pocket dropped them, her hands fisting his hair, the vibration from the jet thrumming straight through her core. "Fuck, Leo... tastes so good," she gasped, grinding against his face, the leather seat slicking beneath her ass.

Marcus and Javier watched, cocks hardening in their pants, the cabin's intimacy amplifying the heat. "Join in," Leo ordered, pulling back with her juices and champagne gleaming on his chin.

 Marcus stood first, unzipping to free his thick, uncut cock, veined and heavy. He gripped Marie's hips, yanking her forward onto all fours across Leo's lap the turbulence aiding the rough positioning, her tits swinging free. Javier shed his trousers next, his longer shaft curving upward, pre-cum beading at the tip. "DP her, boys. Make her feel the altitude." Marie's breath quickened, pussy clenching in anticipation, the champagne still dripping from her, cooling her heated skin.

Leo slid beneath her fully, reclining the chair with a whir, his cock long and girthy, flushed dark nudging her soaked entrance. Turbulence hit hard then, the jet pitching nose-up; he thrust up on the rebound, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal stroke. Her walls fluttered around him, hot and velvet, the sudden fullness punching a cry from her throat. 

The scent of sex bloomed sweat, champagne, her arousal thick in the confined air. "Ride it out, Marie," Leo growled, hands clamping her hips, guiding her down harder as the plane shuddered

. Marcus positioned at her mouth, feeding her his cock inch by inch, the salty tang of his skin flooding her senses. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking greedily, the jet's rolls making her bob sloppily, spit dribbling down his shaft.

Javier knelt behind, spitting on her asshole for lube, the warm glob sliding down her crack, mixing with her pussy's overflow. He pressed in slow, the tight ring yielding with a burn that made her keen around Marcus's length.

 Turbulence amplified everything the plane's dives slamming Javier deeper, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks, syncing with Leo's upward pistons. Double-penetrated, Marie was lost: Leo's cock stretching her pussy to the limit, grinding her G-spot with each buck; Javier's reaming her ass, the fullness bordering pain, friction scorching her nerves. 

The cabin filled with their grunts, her muffled moans, the obscene squelch of lube and juices. Another champagne pour Leo grabbed the bottle, splashing it over her back, fizzing down to where Javier thrust, the cold shock making her clench tighter. "Zero fucks given up here," Leo rasped, pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she sobbed pleasure. "Squirting on my seats yet?"

Her mind spun in the chaos altitude haze blurring edges, bodies pinning her in relentless rhythm, panic-lust coiling tight. The jet hit a rough pocket, tossing them; Javier bottomed out, prostate-milking pressure on Leo's cock through her thin walls. 

She shattered then, squirting in hot gushes clear fluid soaking Leo's abs, puddling on the cream leather, the sharp scent cutting the air. Her body convulsed, ass and pussy spasming in waves, milking them mercilessly. Marcus face-fucked her through it, his groans peaking as he flooded her throat, cum thick and bitter, spilling from her lips.

Leo flipped her onto her back amid the turbulence, legs splayed wide, Javier pulling out to let him claim her ass now—slick with her squirt and leftover lube. He plunged in, the ring gripping like a fist, her earlier stretch making it filthy-smooth. Javier took her pussy, the DP resuming in reverse, bodies slapping with amplified force from each air current. Marie's nails raked Leo's chest, drawing red lines, her breaths ragged pants. "Harder... fuck me through the clouds," she begged, voice wrecked. Champagne dribbled from the bottle onto her tits; Leo sucked it off, teeth grazing the peaks, the bubbles tingling on her skin.

The onslaught built again thrusts syncing with the jet's turbulence, zero gravity in their abandon, no shame at this height. Javier came first, grinding deep, hot spurts painting her cervix. Leo followed, roaring as he filled her ass, the overflow leaking out in creamy rivulets. 

Marie peaked a third time, squirting arcs that arced onto the seats, soaking the cabin in her release, leather darkening with wet patches. They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick and heaving, the jet leveling out smooth.

Marie lay spent between them, bruises from grips blooming on her hips, pussy and ass throbbing with delicious ache, champagne-sticky skin cooling in the cabin air. Leo traced a finger through the mess on her thigh, smirking. "Best service yet. Clean up with your tongue then round two when we hit the next bump." Her eyes lit with wicked promise, already leaning in, the mile-high debauchery far from over.

still thrumming from the jet's engines, her tongue darting out to lap at the mingled cum and squirt pooled on Leo's thigh. The taste was heady salty ropes from Javier mixing with her own tart essence, champagne's lingering fizz sharpening it all. .

She moaned into his skin, the vibration traveling up his leg as turbulence nudged the plane again, pressing her closer. Leo's cock, semi-hard and slick with their combined fluids, twitched against her cheek; she turned her head, sucking the head clean with sloppy reverence, hollowing her cheeks until he groaned low, hand fisting her hair to guide her deeper.

"Greedy little attendant," Marcus rumbled from his seat, stroking himself back to attention, the scotch glass forgotten beside him. He stood, joining the fray, his thick cock bobbing as he knelt on the wide leather couch opposite. Marie's eyes flicked to him, pupils blown wide with lust, the cabin's dim lights casting shadows that accentuated the red marks on her tits from Leo's earlier pinches.

 Javier, ever the opportunist, grabbed another champagne flute, filling it half before upending it over her ass, the cold cascade hitting her abused hole, bubbling inside the stretched rim. She yelped, arching back, the fizz tickling deep, forcing out a dribble of Leo's cum that splattered onto the seat. "Lick that up too," Javier commanded, voice edged with authority, pushing her face down toward the mess.

The jet hit a stronger pocket of rough air then, the entire cabin shuddering violently, champagne bottles rattling in their ice. It was perfect chaos Leo's grip tightened in her hair, fucking her mouth shallowly as the turbulence rocked her body forward and back, turning her into a ragdoll on his lap. 

Marcus seized the moment, spreading her thighs wider, his callused fingers parting her pussy lips to expose the swollen clit. He dove in without preamble, tongue spearing her hole, the broad flat laps syncing with the plane's pitches. 

Her muffled cries vibrated Leo's shaft, the dual assault shredding her composure ass still fizzing from champagne, pussy devoured hungrily, throat stuffed full. Inside, Marie's thoughts fractured into pure sensation: the endless drop of altitude fear twisting with filthy need, every nerve ending lit by the men's zero-inhibition claim. 

Her clit throbbed under Marcus's teeth, a gentle scrape that shot lightning to her core, the leather beneath them growing slippery with fresh squirt.

Javier positioned himself for more, fisting his re-hardening cock as he watched, then straddled her back reverse-cowgirl style, the couch's armrest supporting his weight. 

He rubbed his length along her spine, smearing pre-cum in the champagne trails, before angling down to her tits tit-fucking the compressed globes, nipples scraping his underside with each thrust aided by the jet's rolls. "These perfect for altitude play," he muttered, pinching the peaks hard, eliciting a gag from her around Leo. 

The multi-point invasion overwhelmed her: mouth pistoned, pussy tongued relentlessly, tits mauled, ass clenching around phantom fullness. Turbulence peaked, the plane banking sharply; Marcus thrust three fingers into her cunt then, curling to her G-spot, the sudden pressure making her squirt again hot jets soaking his wrist, splashing the cabin floor with a patter lost in the engine roar.

Leo pulled her off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them, her gasps ragged as oxygen rushed back. "On your back, Marie spread for the real mile-high DP." They manhandled her onto the wide sectional, leather sticking to her sweat-damp skin, legs hooked over Marcus and Javier's shoulders. Leo knelt between, cock nudging her pussy; Javier claimed her ass from below, the position folding her nearly in half. 

The jet dove, then surged Leo speared her pussy on the upswing, Javier's ass-thrust meeting it perfectly, the double stretch burning exquisite fire through her. 

They found rhythm in the chaos, hips snapping with amplified force, balls slapping her ass and perineum in wet counterpoint. The scent thickene swweat-soaked leather, cum, champagne, her squirting arousal hanging heavy. Marie's hands clawed the seats, nails digging into cushions, her voice breaking on screams: "Fuck yes, deeper...wreck me up here!"

Psychological friction gnawed at her...powerless plaything for billionaires who owned the skies, the thin cabin walls hiding nothing from the pilots up front, the drop in her stomach mirroring the endless freefall of orgasms. 

Leo poured champagne directly into her open mouth mid-thrust, bubbles overflowing down her chin to her bouncing tits; she swallowed convulsively, the tart burn fueling her clench. Marcus straddled her chest now, cock sliding between her slick breasts, the chain of pleasure unending. Turbulence tossed them like toys Javier bottoming out, prostate pressure milking Leo through her walls, the shared friction pushing groans from all three men.

She came first, shattering violently, pussy and ass spasming in tandem, squirting in forceful arcs that painted Leo's abs and the leather bulkhead behind. The mess spread, soaking everything, the sharp tang cutting through the sex haze. 

Javier unloaded next, flooding her ass with heat that leaked out around his pistons; Leo chased, pumping her pussy full until it overflowed, creamy white mixing with her squirt. Marcus finished on her tits, ropes landing hot and sticky, marking her as theirs.

Panting, bodies entangled, the jet smoothed into calmer air but Leo's eyes gleamed predatory. Marie trembled, bruises pulsing on her inner thighs, holes gaping and leaking, skin tacky with fluids. "More turbulence coming," he murmured, checking his tablet's flight path. "Kneel and clean us, then we tie you down for the landing show." Her pussy twitched at the promise, already aching for the next zero-fucks drop, begging silently as she obeyed, tongue extending amid the glistening chaos.