LOGIN"You really are a slut, aren't you?" he sneered against my ear, his broad hand pumping inside me with an aggressive rhythm that made my knees shake. "Begging for four fingers while standing in a private jet.""Yes! Ahhh, mmgh, yes!" I gasped, my toes barely touching the carpet as he worked four fingers deep over and over. "I'm yours for the taking... aah, stretch me open!"He used his weight to keep me pinned against the leather backrest, every push driving his knuckles flush against my entrance. Tears welled in my eyes from the sheer magnitude of the feeling, but my body met every stroke with desperate eagerness."Look at me," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against my hip bone.I forced my eyes open, staring at him through blurred vision as he continued to drive his hand into my hole. "Do it harder... aah, ahh, ahh!" I sobbed out, my hands clutching his sleeves. "Fill me up... ohhh, make me take all of it!""You're taking every bit of it, nggh," he muttered, his breath coming
"Maya, take this iced carafe up to the private suite in 1A right now, and don't make him wait," the purser instructed, shoving a silver tray directly into my hands before turning back to the galley screens."Is there a specific way he wants it served?" I asked, balancing the tray while smoothing down my tailored uniform skirt."Just get it in there," she snapped, not looking up. "He paid for total privacy, so drop it off and get out quickly."It was my job, though at least it gave me four percent joy out of a hundred. As a flight attendant, I somehow loved the job, but not more than my slut job where I get fucked by different dicks every day.Just remembering it was already making me drip from beneath.So I brushed past the velvet curtains toward the front of the aircraft. Working long-haul charter flights usually meant serving tech billionaires or foreign diplomats, but nobody had briefed me on who was occupying the forward suite today.I pushed the sliding door open softly, expectin
He slowly slid my panties down my legs, tossing them carelessly into the dark, and then he settled his heavy weight directly between my trembling thighs. I let out a shaky breath as I felt the broad, blunt tip of his thick cock pressing directly against my wet, aching entrance. I felt the anticipation building in my chest until I thought I might explode."Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and dominant, and I obeyed, my eyes meeting his in the dark. "I want you to remember this moment.”“Just shut up and…” I begged, my voice cracking with need.And then, with one slow, unyielding thrust, he pushed deep inside me.“Ohh fuuuck!” I moaned out loud, my eyes rolling back as the sheer size of him stretched me wide.I cried out, a long, desperate moan of pure ecstasy that I couldn't possibly hold back, as his thick shaft filled me completely to the brim. He was incredibly big, thicker than any man I had ever known, and I felt every hot, ribbed inch of him stretching me as he slid deepe
The third martini was where I lost the thread.I was celebrating or mourning. I honestly couldn't tell you which anymore. The promotion had come through, yes, but it came with a relocation to a city where I knew exactly nobody. And Mark… fucking Mark, had texted me earlier that day to say he was engaged, as if I needed that information, as if six months of silence wasn't enough of a message.I drank heavily to drown out the painful memories of my ex and the terrifying dread of starting over alone.I drank until the bar became a blur of mild light and muffled laughter.I remember stumbling out into the cold. I remember walking because I couldn't figure out how to make my fingers work well enough to call a car. The buildings all looked the same, and I just wanted to lie down somewhere soft and let the world stop spinning.I eventually stumbled upon a heavy wooden door that stood slightly ajar at the end of the block. I don't know how, I don't know why the code worked, or if I even put i
"Not yet," he said, his voice muffled against my wet skin. “Come baby,” he said to Lena, his voice rough. She walked toward him and he kissed her deeply, the wet sound of their lips parting echoing in the dark stacks. Then he trailed his hand on her naked body down to her pussy, parting her wet lips. He slid his finger in in one smooth, stretching thrust. “Oh… fuck,” she gasped, her head tossing back. He didn't stop. He flicked his tongue viciously against my clit, while his fingers slid fast and deep inside Lena beside me. She cried out, her body convulsing, and I felt her cum, the wet squelch of her release coating his hand as her body shuddered beside me. The sight and sound of her climaxing pushed me completely over the edge. With his tongue still swirling on my clit, my own release shattered through me. "Ahhh! fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I screamed, my voice raw, and my body was shaking uncontrollably. And then I came, a scream tearing from my throat, my body shaking,
Slowly, he began to fuck me with his tongue. He flattened his tongue and slid it deep inside me, drawing out the moisture, before curling the tip and pushing it back in. I moaned loudly into the empty library, my hands gripping his shoulders as my hips began to buck uncontrollably against his face. I could feel myself getting so close, the thick, heavy pressure building rapidly behind my hips, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as I melted under his wet mouth. And then he moved directly to my clit. He flicked it with his tongue, and my legs shook, my knees buckling instantly. My nails dug into his shoulders for support, as he worked me with his mouth in fast, relentless circles. The friction of his tongue against my hypersensitive bead was too much. I looked down at him, my eyes meeting his, and the sight of him there, kneeling between my open legs, his mouth completely buried in my dripping pussy while his eyes flared with pure, primal lust, made a fresh, heavy rush of wet







