“Unnnh!” was my helpless scream. “Unnnh!”
And with that, it began. As Tom squeezed his dick, those blue eyes soaking up the scene, I gave him a show. My curvy form bucked and fucked, sliding up and down the metal pole again and again, soaking the leather through.
“Mmmph!” I screamed again, curls flying as my breasts bobbled. “Unnnf!”
And then it happened. With a final muffled “UNNNNH!” I burst. My pussy clenched down on the equipment so hard that stars flew before my eyes. Hot juices coursed down the leather exterior as my tits swayed, eyes squeezed shut.
“UNNNH!” came my ecstatic cry again, pussy fucked so good. “Unnnh!”
And with that, Mr. Tanning came as well. But he didn’t come into his hand. Oh no. With me stuck on that gearshaft, trembling and creaming, the alpha was up in a flash, circling behind me. And no, he didn’t stuff that dick into my cunt, I was already crammed full. Instead, the man aimed his tip right at my anus, even burrowing a bit inside before unleashing like a storm.
“FUCK!” he roared. “Shit fuck shit!”
And oh god, but jets of sperm blasted in my back end. I’ve never had anything up there before, and he wasn’t inside, not really. Because only the head of his penis was lodged in my back hole, his glans pressing against my rim. But the man’s aim was perfect, and hot streams of jizz lashed my rectum, spurt after spurt of virile white coating my backdoor.
“Mmmph!” I screamed again. “Unnh!”
Because how wrong was this? I was literally fucking the gears of the plane, my insides invaded by a combination of metal and leather. And to top it off, the handsome pilot was currently unloading a bucket of cum in my bottom, overfilling me with liquid goodness.
“Unnnnh,” I moaned again, eyes dropping closed. Because this was unreal. I’d just engaged in mechaphilia, the love of mechanical inanimate objects. Not only that, but I did it because the billionaire told me too, letting his filthy mind guide my way. Plus, there was the dildo gag and the male cream currently dripping my back end.
What’s become of me?
Who is this new Joanie?
Have I gone too far?
But as Tom pulled out, roaring his pleasure, I knew I wanted more. Because the feel of that hot cum dripping from my ass tantalized, the goopy semen filling my senses. And with a sweet smile, I turned towards my handsome pilot.
“More big boy?” was the throaty purr. “Give me everything.”
And the billionaire growled.
“As you wish, sweetheart. As you wish.”
CHAPTER SIX
Nick
They were late. Way late. That fucker better not have fucked up.
Because we were all in Tucson, waiting for Tom to arrive with his charge.
The beautiful Joanie.
Reportedly the most innocent brunette that’s ever set foot on an Elite Air jet.
Well, she’s not that innocent anymore.
According to reports she was sexy and wild now. With a hotly creaming cunt and big tits that swung as she was fucked. A pink pout that could stretch. And oh shit, that ass.
We’d all heard reports of that ass. None of us had touched it yet but the giant pumpkin was beckoning in our imaginations, jouncing this way and that, dripping with cum.
Because yeah, the female’s lost her pussy cherry already. The twins took that. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t another cherry still intact, luscious and sweet.
Or in this case, dirty and deep.
Because we’ll own her every which way until she screams, creamy curves heaving hard.
But fuck. Where the hell was Tom? Dude’s a pilot. Shouldn’t that make him get here sooner rather than later?
Because Tucson isn’t my place. I’m a New Yorker, Manhattan is my milieu. So to be stuck in this dry, arid desert, with red mountains the only thing for miles sucked shit. Give me a skyscraper or two, that’s more my style.
But at that moment, Damien strolled in.
“Yo relax,” he grunted, seeing my scowl. “They’ll be here any second.”
“They better,” was my surly retort. “Because shit, this place sucks.”
Charlie followed not two steps behind.
“It’s not so bad,” he drawled. “Relax bro. Enjoy the amenities. We’ve done well with headquarters.”
Because currently, Damien, Charlie, Aaron, Andrew and I were at Elite Air’s corporate offices waiting for Tom to show with our sweet female. The building is a sleek, gleaming affair, designed by a starchitect from my hometown. No way was I going to work in some pueblo-style adobe hut.
And the interior melded with the modern design of the building itself. Low-slung white couches were scattered about, a couple flat screens going simultaneously, broadcasting CNN and MSNBC. Hey, the markets always run, even when they’re allegedly closed. It’s important to stay on top of this shit.
Because I run a trading firm back in New York. The details aren’t important except to know that billions of cash pass through our hands each day. It’s not about individual guys on the exchange floor, shouting and gesturing with obscure hand signals. It’s all about electronics now, transactions that happen in a blink of an eye based on market movements and inside info.
Yeah, I said it. Inside info. This ain’t the cleanest business in town, but hey, that’s just how it works. So long as I get my fair share, then I’m good to go.
But hell, we were all rich as shit, it wasn’t even about the money anymore. Damien ran a couple ranches. Charlie had his cosmetics company. The twins do that weird holding company thing, with a finger in every pie. And Tom, damn him, is actually the CEO of a tech start-up, a billion dollar unicorn that has investors salivating. It was crazy. How does that guy even have time to fly planes?
But the six of us were meeting at HQ to get things under control. Because reports on Joanie have been insane. Wet. Willing. A constantly leaking cunt. So innocent and yet so horny all the time. Doing guy after guy after guy, spreading her legs, always with a sweet smile. I was the only one who hadn’t gotten my hands on her yet, and believe me, my cock was ready. It was positively pulsing, achy and hard from anticipation.
Suddenly, the buzzer sounded. A glance at a security screen revealed Tom’s looming form outside.
“Tell them to head upstairs,” I ordered the secretary over the intercom.
And expectantly, the five of us waited, cool air from the A/C brushing over my shoulders. At least there was no desert heat here in the building.
Finally, a loud rap sounded on the door and my buddy appeared. Damn, asshole looked good, dark hair swept back, blue eyes gleaming, that shit-eating grin on display. And you know why? Because fucker just got laid, spurting his release dozens of times into a sweet, hot female.
But where was the girl?
“Yo,” I grunted. “Missing something?”
And then Joanie stepped out from behind Tom, that curvy form shy yet voluptuous.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She was even better than the reports.
Luscious in every way, hills and valleys heavy and full even under that cotton stewardess dress.
“Hi,” she breathed unsteadily, eyes sweeping over us. “Hi, I think I’ve met you all already.”
“Not me,” was my growled reply. I got up, taking that small hand in one of my massive paws.
“I’m Nick North,” was my deep rasp. “These are my buddies, we own Elite Air. I think you’ve met Damien, Charlie, Andrew, Aaron, and this fucker Tom,” I said, clapping the big man on the back.
“We had turbulence,” he drawled carelessly. “It was the weather, what can I say?”
Aaron snorted at that.
“More like turbulence in the cockpit,” he growled. “Fucker you’re still hard. Get that stiffie out of our faces.”
Because it was true. Joanie had been so good that Tom was still semi-erect in his trousers. But that asshole didn’t care. Smiling that shit-eating grin again, the pilot sat himself down.
“So
shoot,” he grunted. “What are we here for today?”
And carefully, I escorted Joanie to a nearby chair. God knows she had to be sore, servicing so many men all the time. Straightening, I stood before the assembled crowd.
“We’re here to discuss our business plan,” was my cool voice. “We’ve got some decisions to make.”
“Shoot brother,” drawled Aaron. “We’re listening.”
But the thing is that our most important guest hadn’t spoken yet. This wasn’t supposed to be about us. It was supposed to be about her. So I turned towards the female.
“Sweetheart,” I growled. “I don’t mean to put the spotlight on you so quick, but as you can guess, we’re very interested in you.”
“Me?” she gasped with a tint to those pink cheeks. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” I drawled. “Because we like to know our girls. Where you’re from, where you want to go. It makes for better employee retention.”
That got a smirk from Aaron.
“No one works for Elite Air their whole life,” he grunted. “But knowing and understanding our employees makes for a better employee satisfaction. Helps us tailor the program, which usually means better results.”
Fuck, the fucker was lying. Had he been talking to HR again? Because hell, generally we don’t care much about the girls. They’re willing young things, females with perfect bodies that we fuck and suck, before paying them off. It’s wrong, probably even illegal. But that’s been our MO so far, and it’s worked. All this stuff about “getting to know you” was bullshit.
But then again, we want our employees to feel cared for. The girls perform better, their cunts get creamy that much faster. So yeah, our words had some truth behind them. Just not in the way the girls expected.
But Joanie was an innocent and her eyes went wide, small chin nodding.
“Well, there isn’t much to know about me,” she said softly.
“Sure there is,” rumbled Andrew, playing his part. “Every woman is precious and desirable. Tell us what you want, baby.”
I rolled my eyes where the brunette couldn’t see. Fuck, these guys were laying it on thick. Any more and warning bells would go off.
But Joanie was charmingly earnest, and she sat up straight.
“Well, like I was telling Mr. Childs earlier, I want to be a chemist,” she murmured. “I’ve always gotten good grades in my science classes, so I want to get a college degree and then become a research scientist somewhere.”
I sat back, dumbstruck. Again, most of our lovely employees aspired to be actresses and models, pursuing their fortunes in Hollywood. So this was the polar opposite.
“Well, why aren’t you in college then?” growled Damien. “A girl like you can get a scholarship no problem.”
Joanie nodded, ducking her head a bit.
“I did get one, but it wasn’t enough,” she confided. “Tuition at State is something like fifteen thousand a year, and I only got enough to cover a third of that. There’s no way my family could make up the difference, so I needed to work for a while.”
We shared a glance amongst ourselves. Shit, ten thousand was all she lacked? We made that in an hour, if not a few minutes.
But Joanie went on, small chin firm.
“So I joined the work force,” she stated. “Besides, I’m not afraid of hard labor. And the six week flight school seemed perfect because I couldn’t handle the training to be a paramedic. The sight of blood knocks me out,” she confessed softly. “So that was never really an option.”
My brothers and I shared another look. Shit, being a paramedic is backbreaking work what with the constant emergencies and stress. This little girl was real different from our past experiences.
I eyed Joanie with growing appreciation.
“Sweetheart, how about something else?” came my rumble. “Did you think about being a secretary or maybe a paralegal? There’s no blood involved.”
She nodded hesitantly.
“I did but the schools I looked up weren’t accredited,” she blushed. “I didn’t want to pay money to a place that was just a hole in a wall. There are so many outfits that issue fake diplomas, and it’s not worth taking the chance.”
We nodded slowly. This girl was smart, real intelligent. So many people get taken by for-profit schools, but Joanie hadn’t fallen into the trap. She knew to do her research, and knocked out those options that seemed bogus.
The girl took another deep breath.
“And after flight school was over, there was an open-call interview held at the big convention center. I went and spoke with Helena,” she confided. “Your HR person hired me on the spot.”
I nodded slowly.
“Helena’s good. Real good,” I rumbled. For sure the middle-aged woman would be getting a huge bonus seeing how amazing Joanie was.
The brunette nodded.
“She was perceptive,” came those slow words. “But I have something to ask you,” she said, voice almost inaudible.
Tom shot her an amused glance. What could it be? Was she going to request a budget for clothes? Some extra pocket money to buy makeup and perfume?
“Shoot honey,” he growled. “No question is too small.”
Joanie took a deep breath, coloring again.
“Well Helena gave me these,” she said slowly, pulling some pills out of her pocket. “But I haven’t been using them.”
I leaned forwards, eyes bulging. Oh shit, oh shit. That was emergency birth control in her hands, the pink ovoids visible within the blister pack.
Both the twins jerked alive as well.
“Fuck,” growled Andrew.
“Fuck this shit,” rasped Aaron.
Because they’d been the ones who’d spurted in her pussy. Or had Tom as well? It was impossible to tell. The pilot just stared at her open palm, his face a mask.
“Did you …?” bit out Aaron.
The girl shook her head slowly.
“No Mr. Adams,” she said in a whisper. “I didn’t take the pills. Not then, not the day after, never. So yes, your cum is probably inside me still,” she confessed.
Oh shit. What to do? This was an unheard-of situation at Elite Air. The apocalypse had happened. Our girls are always on birth control. Helena makes sure of it. Forget that bonus, the hag wasn’t getting anything except fired.
But Joanie shook her head quickly.
“It’s not Helena’s fault,” she murmured. “Helena explained to me that I was supposed to get a prescription from the doctor ASAP. And in the meantime, I was supposed to use these whenever needed. But I never made an appointment with the doctor because it slipped my mind. And I never took the pills,” her voice trailed off.
The six of us stared at her in shock.
“But why?” rasped Andrew, blue eyes raking over that curvy form. “Why didn’t you?”
The female bit her lip for a moment, that curvy form so beautiful, trembling as she perched on the couch.
“I don’t know,” the brunette shook her head slowly. “I don’t know except that it didn’t feel right. I don’t like chemicals,” she spoke quickly, meeting each of our eyes in turn. “My body’s worked fine for eighteen years without pumping it full of hormones, and the pills didn’t seem like the right place to start.”
Oh shit, oh shit. Was I hearing this right? Joanie was bare and sweet, a creamy, fertile female? Oh shit, oh shit. I haven’t been in a virgin in ages, my cock jerking and twitching at the words.
But this was a serious problem. Because WTF, were we supposed to use condoms? No fucking way. I don’t do rubber and latex, I like to feel female cunt raw on my cock. Fuck this shit.
Aaron and Andrew were working it as well. Which made sense since they were the ones who’d come in her pussy, filling her full with seed.
“Would you reconsider?” Aaron asked, voice raspy. “How about some other method of birth control?” he coaxed. “IUD? Diaphragm? The female condom?”
But this is where I stepped in. Again, no way no how. Bareback
is the way I roll, and that wasn’t changing because some eighteen year old naïf was afraid of her birth control.
“Naw,” I drawled, blue eyes cold. “If she doesn’t like it, then we’re done here.”
Five sets of harsh blue eyes turned to me then.
“Don’t speak so quickly,” rasped Charlie. “Think twice, my man.”
“Because you haven’t felt her yet,” growled Damien. “It’s fucking amazing.”
And Tom, ever the joker, stuck his oar in as well.
“Ain’t many things that can fly a plane, but trust me, that pussy can do it.”
All of us turned towards him, eyes disbelieving. Did he really say that? Holy fuckballs. But it was true, and the pilot nodded.
“The little girl took my gearstick into her cunt,” he smiled casually, like it was no big deal. “Didn’t you, sweet thing? And you loved every second of it.”
All five of us swung to look at Joanie then. This female fucked a piece of equipment on the plane? While the bird was flying? Seven miles above the earth? Holy shit. Plus, those gearsticks are huge, at least ten inches and wrapped in the softest leather. Eyeing that tiny frame, I shook my head. Joanie must be Wonder Woman, able to stretch with the best of them.
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