My bottom lip shivered as wave after wave of powerful, intense pleasure washed over me. I tensed my entire body up and felt my pussy clench tightly around Michael’s fat cock, squeezing him tightly as he fought to slide his cock back and forth through my tight channel. He emptied his last drops deep inside of me before collapsing on top of my body, his cock still buried deep within me, and panting loudly into my ear.
“Holy hell, Allie,” He grunted and closed his eyes, his chin resting against my shoulder. “You’re tighter than a fucking vacuum seal.”
I giggled into his ear. I wasn’t sure if it was my pussy that was tight, or just his cock that was so fat that it would make a tin can look small, but it felt pointless to argue. “I had no idea working with you would be so fun,” I said and smiled.
“Yeah,” Michael chuckled. “Aren’t you glad I asked you instead of Felix?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Even though I got absolutely filthy in the process, both inside and out… Speaking of inside, can I go back inside now?”
Michael shot his eyes open and looked out the tiny window in the side wall. A few lonesome water drops were rolling down the glass pane, but it had stopped raining.
“Of course not!” He said and took a step back, his softening cock slipping out of me. “The sun is shining, and we got work to do!”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “More work, really?”
“A shed doesn’t built itself, you know,” Michael winked. “Did you think you could get out of working that easily?”
* * *
Going Deep, Hard and Fast
I stared down at the pages of my book, trying to ignore the tiny, repetitive kicks in the back of my seat. The kicking was soon followed by a child whimpering, and then finally screaming. Sighing deeply, I closed my book and rubbed the sides of my forehead with my index finger and thumb. Just three more hours, I thought to myself. Just three more hours, then the plane will land and I’m free again!
Flying wouldn’t be so hard if the seats were at least comfortable, or if some of the other passengers weren’t so disrespectful. I shot a glare at the child’s mother behind me, who was deeply engrossed in a book of her own and paying no mind to her attention–starved child that was now full–on pounding his feet into my back.
Unlike my stepfather Jonathan, I’d gotten stuck in economy class while he had a much better seat. He’s probably sipping on champagne right now, I thought jealously. Or sitting with his legs spread out, enjoying his extra leg space or something.
I glanced down at my wristwatch. Two hours and 58 minutes left. It was as if the pointers were stuck or something, because ever since we boarded the plane, they’d been moving half as fast. At least that’s how it felt.
When I looked up again, I could see a familiar face walking down the aisle. It was Jonathan, whose face cracked into a wide grin when he spotted me and stopped in the aisle beside me. A few passengers glanced at him and his fancy suit, probably wondering if he’d wandered in the wrong direction of the plane.
“Have you come to wallow in my despair?” I muttered and looked up to meet his green eyes.
“Is it really that bad?” Jonathan asked and raised his eyebrow.
I sat still for a few seconds, letting him see how my seat shook as the child’s feet hammered into it again and again, and again and again… “I feel like I’m going insane.” I said finally.
“Well…” Jonathan crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you come sit with me, then?”
I perked up. “Really?” I asked graciously. “I can do that? I mean… is that allowed?”
Jonathan reached out and grabbed my carry–on bag from the compartment above his head. “Maybe,” He shrugged. “I’ll take care of it.”
I grabbed my book and got out from my seat, gently pushing my way past the sleeping old lady that was sitting in the aisle seat. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this,” I said as I followed Jonathan down the aisle towards the first class seats.
“I didn’t realize economy class was so…” He hesitated for a moment. “…lacking in accommodation. Otherwise I’d have asked you sooner.”
“Better late than never,” I smiled widely.
We walked through the economy class, which was essentially just rows upon rows of seats filled with tired–looking people. Some were watching movies from the tiny screens high up in the roof or reading while fighting to sit comfortably with the 4 inches of space there was between their seat and the next. Despite it being three in the afternoon, most passengers in economy class had gone to sleep, and I didn’t blame them.
Business class was much nicer. There was plenty of space to spread out and fully reclining seats, which most people were taking full advantage of. Other were working on their laptops while sipping champagne from tall glasses, or simply watching out the window at the beautiful scenery below.
“Hey, this place is pretty nice,” I said and turned my head to look at Jonathan. “Where’s your seat?”
“Keep walking,” Jonathan answered and nodded his head towards the end of the aisle, where I could see a door with the words ‘To 1st Class’ written above it in big, black letters.
I walked through the aisle with butterflies fluttering in my stomach. First class? I thought eagerly. How exciting! In the middle of the aisle, we passed a young couple holding hands and giggling between each other while they walked towards the business class bathrooms. One of them whispered something about ‘mile high club,’ which caused me to jerk my head back and look at them.
Jonathan opened the door and smiled, gesturing for me to go inside. “Ladies first,” He said.
“Why thank you, good sir!” I grinned and walked through the doorway, Jonathan following close behind me.
The first thing that struck me about the well–lit room was that there were very few seats. I counted twelve, six on each side of the aisle, but they were all so big that they took as much space as all of the economy seats in the back. The room arched at the front, and I realized that we had walked all the way to the front of the plane.
Jonathan walked up and sat down in the window seat in the front left side of the room, crossing his legs and patting the seat beside him. I carefully walked through the aisle and sat down beside him, surprised by how much space I had to spread out. We could both share a seat and still have left over, I thought in amazement.
“Here’s your bag,” Jonathan said and plopped my heavy carry–on down in my lap. “I’m surprised they let you take this beast into the plane. It weighs a ton! How many rocks did you pack in it?”
“None!” I grinned. “I just have some books, that’s all.”
“Mm–hm,” Jonathan smiled and grabbed a newspaper from the magazine stand on the wall. He licked his fingers and thumbed through the pages while I explored the buttons on my new, fancy seat, which was more like a pod really. It came with a soft, clean blanket and a large pillow stuffed in the overhead space. Underneath my seat, I found a small case that contained a toothbrush, toothpaste, a sleep mask, ear plugs, clean socks and a small tub of cream. Wow, I thought and picked the tiny tub up in my hand. These guys really think of everything.
A moment later, I could hear clicking footsteps approaching and looked up. A smiling stewardess with her hair tied back tightly met my eyes before looking longingly at Jonathan.
“Is everything to your liking, Mr. Cunningham?” She asked and batted her eyelids.
“Everything’s perfect. Thank you, Linda.” He smiled up at her. “I brought some company up, if that’s all right.”
“Yes, that’s fine.” She said with a giggle. Her cheeks had turned a darker shade of pink, and I wondered to myself if they’d met before or if he’d just read her name from the tag on her chest. “Would you like a glass of complementary champagne, Miss?” Linda asked and turned towards me.
“Uhm…” I glanced at Jonathan for approval, but then I remembered that I’d just had my birthday a few weeks ago, and I was finally old enough to make my old decision
s. “Yes, please!” I answered eagerly.
“Excellent,” Linda smiled. “What about you, Mr. Cunningham?”
“I’m fine,” Jonathan said and continued reading his newspaper without looking up.
“Then I will return shortly,” Linda said and started to walk away, looking a little bit disappointed.
When Linda opened the door and walked back into business class, I could see the couple from earlier coming out of the bathroom, still holding hands, but with their faces red and warm. They really did it, I thought. They entered the mile high club! I wonder if I could, too…
I glanced at Jonathan, who was still reading his newspaper with a focused look on his face. I cleared my throat quickly before opening my mouth. “So…” I said calmly. “You fly a lot, right?”
“Mmm.” Jonathan said, not lifting his eyes from the article he was reading.
“But you don’t always fly alone, right…” I continued.
“Not always,” Jonathan shrugged. “It’s usually fun to have a travel companion to keep you company.”
“Like… a woman?” I asked coyly.
Jonathan finally lifted his eyes from the newspaper and looked into my eyes. “What are you getting at, Heather?” He asked and squinted at me.
“I’m just wondering if…” I paused and pressed my lips together nervously, not sure if I should even ask. “..I–if you’re a member of the mile high club.”
“What?!” Jonathan blurted out and turned his eyes back on the newspaper in his lap. He looked almost offended for a moment, until he finally glanced back up and met my eyes. “…No, I’m not a member.” He said.
“Wooould you want to be?” I asked with a grin.
“Are you seriously asking me this?”
“Yep.”
“Well…” Jonathan cocked his head and looked quietly out the window. “It is actually on my bucket list. I wrote that years ago, though… I’d actually forgotten that it existed.”
“Do you want to cross it off with me?” I asked eagerly.
Jonathan looked at me with a raised eyebrow, smiling faintly, before going back to reading his newspaper without answering. He sunk his mind into another article, paying no attention to me and essentially pretending that nothing had happened. Sighing, I turned away and looked out at the sky outside the window. Even the view was better in first class since there was no giant wing in the way.
A moment later, I heard the familiar sound of clicking footsteps, which meant that Linda was coming back. She folded down my table and set down a crystal glass on top of it, which she carefully filled with bubbly champagne.
“Thank you,” I said and smiled up at her.
“It’s no problem,” She said and smiled back. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need or want. I’m here for you.”
She turned to walk away, but Jonathan stopped her. “Actually, Linda, there’s something I need.”
“Oh?” She looked hopefully at him. “How can I serve you, Mr. Cunningham?”
“I’m feeling rather sleepy…” He said and stretched, yawning discreetly into his hand. “Do you know if there are any free private cabins that I could occupy?”
I raised my eyebrow at him. A cabin, really? I thought. We were in first class, with free sleeping masks and chairs that reclined into beds, and he was still going to pay extra for some extra privacy. Or maybe he just wants to get away from me… I thought and felt a pang of guilt. I made the trip awkward by being nosy.
“All of our cabins are booked for the flight, except one that was canceled last minute. I could arrange for you to have that one, although you would need to pay full price I’m afraid.”
“That’s fine,” Jonathan waved his hand dismissively in the air.
“Okay then,” Linda nodded. “Right this way…”
Jonathan stood up and smoothed out the crevices in his suit. Before walking off, he turned towards me. “Are you coming?” He asked with a smile.
“Me?” I asked.
“Of course. I thought we might need some privacy to discuss that… business you mentioned. In fact, I have some additions I’d like to make to your list.” He winked.
And then, he followed Linda down the aisle, leaving me sitting with a dumbfounded expression on my face. I shook my head to gather my thoughts, wondering what just happened, before collecting my bag and scurrying after him.
She led us to the back of the plane, through the business– and economy class where Jonathan and I got some curious looks from the other passengers. The whole time, I was filled with incredible excitement. Am I about to fuck my stepfather? I thought, feeling my heart pound inside my chest.
We stopped in front of a locked door in an off–side corridor, and Linda unlocked it with a code that she also wrote down and gave to Jonathan before stepping aside.
“It’s all yours!” She said with a smile. “You can press the red button if you need me for anything. Enjoy your flight!”
“Thank you,” Jonathan smiled and nodded at her before she left.
I walked into the cabin, which was a small room—although it was huge by plane standards—with a round window, a double bed and a small table for putting your things on. A layer of rose petals were scattered over the crisp, white bedsheets and there was a bottle of champagne with two glasses sitting on the table. I wonder if they do this for every cabin, I thought to myself as I let my eyes wander. There was even an open door that led to a small bathroom, with red roses poking out of a sturdy vase on the sink.
“Wow, this place is…” I thought for a moment while Jonathan closed the door and dimmed the lights. I turned around and looked up at him, seeing a strange expression on his face. “… romantic.”
He took a step towards me and reached his hand onto my arm, gently tugging at the shoulder strap of my sundress. It slipped down over my tanned upper arm, but the dress was still hanging on by the other strap. When Jonathan leaned in, I could smell his breath and feel its heat on my skin.
“Romantic doesn’t describe the things I want to do to you,” He said quietly.
“O–oh?” I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn red. His hand slid across my shoulders and found the second strap of my bra, which he took and rolled gently between his fingers. “Dirty,” He mumbled into my ear. “Filthy. Sexy. Wrong. So wrong…”
He pushed me up against the wall and leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned and opened my mouth, feeling his soft, warm lips rub against mine. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back while my hands reached around Jonathan’s neck and pulled him closer. His mouth tasted like champagne and mint, and his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth made my whole body shiver. His hand on my shoulder, gently slipping my strap down and letting the dress fall to the floor, made me warm and wet.
“Is it wrong if we both enjoy it?” I asked and pulled away from our kiss, our lips barely parted.
“Maybe,” Jonathan said and let his hands wander down the sides of my body, feeling my curves and soft skin. “At this point, I don’t really care.”
“Fuck, you make me so wet,” I said and bit my lip. It wasn’t a lie either. When I moved, I could feel my wet pussy lips rub against each other and throb pleasantly, aching for Jonathan’s touch.
With my hands planted on his chest, I pushed him backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his strong thighs with mine.
“Mmm,” He said with a smirk while letting his hands stroke my hips, brushing his fingertips faintly against my wet panties. “I can feel that…”
My fingers opened the buttons on his shirt one by one, slowly exposing his hairy, muscular chest. His skin smelled faintly like musky cologne and shower gel. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the manly scent of his body. There was no trace of sweat on his body even though he’d been walking around in his suit all day in the blasting heat.
I grinded myself back and forth over his body, feeling his stiff cock rub against my wet, throbbing pussy. Jonathan’s hands found my hips and started to
move them back and forth, his eyes closed and a pleased expression on his face. I want to see more of that… I thought and bit my lips.
I moved myself down and let my hands run down his torso, stopping at the seam of his pants. His leg was between my thighs now; my wetness rubbing against his pants and feeling my heat and arousal.
“What are you doing?” Jonathan asked and looked at me through half–open eyes.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” I said with a grin, my hands slowly opening the button on his pants and pulling them down. I could feel his stiff cock rub against my fingers, tempting me to touch and feel every inch of his throbbing member. When his pants finally came loose, I instantly pulled his boxers down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, only to find that they barely reached around. He was thick and large, like the biggest part of a baseball bat. A surprised, pleased coo escaped my lips.
“Ooh, my stepfather the huge…” I said with a grin. “No wonder mom married you so fast!”
Jonathan chuckled and put his hands below his head as a make–shift pillow, glancing down at me amusedly. “The size of your axe doesn’t matter unless you know how to swing it.” He said.
“…and do you know?” I asked and looked up at him curiously. My hand was wrapped tightly around his log, slowly stroking it up and down, causing Jonathan to grunt quietly.
He didn’t answer, but gave me a soft smile that told me everything I needed to know. The way he smiled—his thin lips barely curled, while his eyes looked into mine without wavering—made me feel hot and strange. Tiny tingles were shooting down my arms and out to my fingertips, making my body shiver and flush.
I licked my lips while looking into his eyes and slowly leaned forward. My lips were barely an inch from his stiff, swollen cock and I could feel its heat against my skin and his blood pumping against my hand. Parting my lips, I wrapped them around his tip and invited it into my mouth. He grunted and closed his eyes, his body shivering slightly.
My tongue rolled curiously around his cock, exploring its size and what moves made him feel good. To my surprise, his cock was almost completely tasteless, besides the slight salty tang that lingered on my tongue when I ran it across and around his pink tip. The scent of fresh, earthy shower gel filled my nostrils.
TABOO MEGA BUNDLE: Wet & Ready (40 Hot Short Stories, First Time, Menage and More!) Page 10