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Chapter 9: Turbulence

Author: Ellen Edgar
last update publish date: 2026-04-22 17:38:39

I hated flying.

Not the rational kind of hate where you acknowledge statistics and white-knuckle through takeoff. The full-body, sweaty-palms, heart-racing kind of hate that made me seriously consider driving twelve hours instead of taking a two-hour flight.

But here I was. Seat 14A. Window. Because apparently I also enjoyed torturing myself with views of how high up we were.

The plane was packed—some rerouted travelers from a canceled morning flight mixed with the usual business crowd. I'd squ
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    I unzipped my skirt and let it pool at my feet. Stood before him in just my bra, panties, and heels.His eyes raked over me, and I saw him adjust himself through his work pants, saw how hard he already was."Turn around."I obeyed, and I felt his hand slide down my spine, then lower, cupping my ass through the lace."I've wanted to touch this ass for so long," he said. "Wanted to bend you over that desk and see if you're as tight as I've been imagining.""Please," I breathed."Please what?" His hand slid between my thighs from behind, cupping my pussy through my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked through. How long have you been this wet?""All day. Since this morning when I knew I'd see you tonight."He groaned. "You've been walking around in meetings, negotiating deals, with your pussy this wet thinking about me?""Yes, sir.""Take off the bra. Panties stay on for now."I reached back and unhooked my bra, let it fall. My breasts were small—I'd always been self-conscious about them—but the

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    He pushed steadily, and suddenly the widest part popped past my ring of muscle and the plug settled inside me, my ass clenching around the narrow neck.I gasped at the fullness."There. How does it feel?""Full. Really full. Strange.""Can you take more, or do you need to stop here?"I considered. It was intense, uncomfortable, but not painful. And I wanted this. Wanted to give him everything."I can take more, Daddy.""That's my good girl." He helped me onto my back, the plug shifting inside me with the movement, making me gasp. "I'm going to fuck your pussy first with the plug in. Let you feel how full you are. Then, if you're still okay, I'll replace the plug with my cock.""Yes, Daddy."He positioned himself between my legs and pushed into my pussy. With the plug in my ass, everything felt tighter, more intense. I could feel both—the plug in my ass, his cock in my pussy, separated by just a thin wall of tissue."Fuck," I moaned. "I can feel everything.""I know. You're stuffed ful

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