by Viva Fox
“I’m going to fuck you so hard Niki.” Jetson smirked and without further notice he plunged himself into her soaking pussy. In a moment, he was balls deep inside of her. All Nicole could do was moan as she dug her nails into his back while she arched her own back in pleasure, trying to adjust to the beast that had just rammed itself inside of her.
She was used to Jetson’s roughness by now. She had been his stewardess for five amazing years. She loved being a proud member of the mile high club. Nicole looked at Jetson now, her hands around his neck as she bounced up and down on his throbbing member. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. However, it would take many more positions and a lot more sex in order to satisfy either one of them.
Nicole and Jetson were honestly perfect for each other. If they hadn’t gone into the airline business they would have been perfect porn stars. They could honestly go at it for days.
Jetson, now, had Nicole bent over her serving cart, pumping into her, in and out like a piston. He was being rough with her and she loved it. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Nicole could only moan louder and louder, filling the whole jet with her sweet sounds. Jetson continued to ram into her, harder and harder until her breasts were bright red, raw from rubbing against the cart.
Nicole didn’t care. She didn’t care if she would be sore for a month. She wanted more. “Mmm, Jetson, let’s do it on the bar next.” He nodded before carrying her to the bar and setting her down on the counter. Nicole’s legs instantly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as his tongue went to work on her eager pussy. He licked and licked, playing her like an instrument, making her moan even louder. He couldn’t get enough of her moans.
To Nicole’s dismay, her moment of pleasure was quickly over. Jetson pulled her down from the bar before pushing her onto her knees. She knew exactly what this meant and got right to work. Her soft lips wrapped around him as her hot mouth engulfed his raging member. She continued to suck him for all she was worth. She could feel his fingers wrap around her hair, urging her to go faster and harder.
Before she knew it Jetson had thrown her down on all fours. She knew what this meant. They would be done soon. “Fuck. I’m all out of condoms. Looks like I have to go bareback tonight.” He slammed into her tight hole, making her back arch and her toes curl. He didn’t stop until he blew his load. He didn’t bother to ask if she was on the pill.
Chapter 2
After a quick cleanup, it was as if nothing had ever happened. They were both once again dressed in their uniforms and the jet had been wiped clean. There was no trace at all of their naughty deeds. They didn’t want their client, a very important one today, to find out what they had done. They couldn’t afford to upset her.
They were scheduled to pick up Stacy Damson, the only child of Danny Damson, founder of Digital Tracks, the high-tech train company that was taking the nation by storm. His daughter was supposedly drop dead gorgeous and Jetson was excited to meet her.
He was even more excited to bring her to his father’s party. His father was having a huge party in his honor (although his father claimed it was just a business party). Jetson was getting older and at twenty-five his father felt like it was time for Jetson to stop his life as a bachelor and settle down instead. For this reason, Armando had organized a party where a lot of wealthy and beautiful women would gather, such as Stacy, who would seek out business proposals with the Suarez family.
Jetson just hoped he could get some at this party or it would be a total let down. With so many beautiful women gathered in one place, he hoped to get lucky. Maybe he could finally get that threesome, he had always wanted, that would be fun. With the thought, he smirked and got back into his pilot’s chair. He felt at ease with #52 back in his hands.
A while later they landed in one of his father’s private airports. He parked the jet and got out. He left Nicole inside of #52. He thought about how she would have to serve Miss Stacy with no panties on and had to suppress the boner trying to grow in his pants. His mind wandered into dirtier territory as he thought about them getting it on together. He, of course, would watch. As he walked, he had to force down his raging member. He couldn’t enter the building with a boner.
Inside, he stopped in the restroom so he could fix up his uniform. He had to look his best. If Stacy Damson was as hot as everyone said she was, then Jetson would have to make a good first impression. Maybe he could get her to fall in love with him and then find some way to get her into bed with him. One way or another, he would find some way of getting banged tonight, even if it meant hunting down Nicole. Luckily, he knew where she lived.
Jetson walked with purpose as he made his way to the pickup area where clients waited for their pilots to escort them to whatever private jet was waiting for them. Luckily for Stacy she would be riding on #52 with Jetson. He would give her a hell of a ride.
He walked up to the check-in desk and grabbed a whiteboard. He wrote down ‘Stacy Damson’ in big red letters. With his board in hand, he walked over to the small group of people waiting to fly. He stood in front of them, waiting for one of them to recognize their name on the board.
Jetson surveyed the crowd, smiling. All the women were attractive, so it didn’t even matter which one of them was Stacy. But, suddenly a smoking hot red head walked up to him. He nearly licked his lips at the sight of her. She had this amazing hourglass figure and an amazing ass. Her lips were a shade of fuck me red. She seemed to have the most kissable neck. This would be an amazing ride.
“Hello. You must be Stacy.” Jetson’s voice was a sexy whisper. He hoped it would turn her on like it did Nicole. Stacy gave him a little grin as she bit her lip, an act that drove him mad. What he wouldn’t do to have those lips wrapped around him. He wanted her. He would have her.
“Yes. That’s me. You must be pilot Jetson. I’ve heard a lot about you. My father is a big fan.” She smirked before placing a hand sensually on his arm. Jetson’s member tried to spring to life in his pants, but he forced him down. He didn’t need a boner in public.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stacy. Let me escort you to the jet.” He took her hand before pulling her along. Her hand was so soft. If simply holding her hand could drive him wild, Jetson couldn’t imagine what sex would be like. He knew he had to have her.
Jetson quickly brought her into the jet where Nicole and Stacy met for the first time. There was a bit of tension that filled the air as jealousy formed. Nicole could tell that Jetson was attracted to Stacy. He looked as if he would pounce on her at any moment and that made Nicole horribly jealous.
Stacy was also jealous. She considered the stewardess to be hotter than her, causing insecurities to blossom. She envied any woman that was more attractive than herself. Wanting to show her dominance Stacy started to flirt with Jetson, turning Nicole green with envy.
When Jetson emerged to entertain his guest Stacy was all over him. Her hands were all over his body. As she got increasingly drunk she loosened up even more, getting courageous. One of her hands was on his upper thigh, getting closer and closer to the tent he had pitched there. Nicole could do nothing but look on as Stacy teased the love of her life.
Chapter 3
Jetson tried to restrain himself. Stacy was all over him and he would have fucked her right there on the plane if it hadn’t been for Nicole, who was staring at them like a hawk. He liked Nicole and knew he couldn’t hurt her by fucking someone else right in front of her. But, he did do the next best thing.
“You are going to the Suarez party, right?” Jetson asked, handing Stacy another mixed drink. She giggled, nodding.
“Yes… I hope to find some cute and well off businessmen there.” She giggled again, looking at him.
“Oh? Is that so? Does it have to be a businessman? How about a well off pilot?” Jetson flashed her a knowing smile before getting close to her.
“Hehe! That doesn’t sound too bad!” She leaned in closer. They looked like they were about to kiss. Nicole could feel her jealousy growing. She c
leared her throat, loudly, hoping it would get them to stop.
“Nicole, do you mind, um… organizing the bar?” Jetson quickly came up with some busy work for her. He wanted some privacy with his client. When Nicole was out of sight he stepped up his game, getting even closer to Stacy, whispering in her ear, “Well, if you must know, I am Armando’s son.”
“No way!” Stacy’s eyes went big. Armando Suarez was very wealthy, almost as wealthy as her own father. If she and Jetson got together and inherited their parent’s companies, they would be rich, no, more than rich, they would be stinking rich. Stacy smirked as a plan hatched inside her head.
“Does that mean you’ll be at the party?”
“Haha, I’m the guest of honor!”
“Is it at your house?”
“No. It is at one of my father’s apartments. I used to live there, though.”
“Great. Why don’t you RSVP one of the bedrooms for us?” She winked at him, his eyes growing in surprise. He wasn’t used to girls being so direct with him. He liked it. He was usually the dominant one, going for submissive women, the ones that would do anything he wanted, like Nicole. He had never tried to go for the girls that actually liked to be in charge. This would be interesting.
“Yes, ma’am.
******
Before Jetson knew it, he had landed the jet and was now at his father’s party. Jetson made sure to flirt with all the single ladies there. He even made a few moves on some of the married women. The evening was coming to an end and Stacey was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her. He wanted to find her again, but she was nowhere to be found. He thought back to the bedroom RSVP she had mentioned. Just as he was about to go hunting for her someone patted his back. He turned around to find out it was his father.
“Ah! Jetson! I’ve been looking all over for you!” His father smiled at him. By his father’s side was an older gentleman, accompanied by none other than Stacy. He looked at the gentleman for a moment before looking at Stacy. His eyes rested on the keyhole in her dress, teasing him with her beautiful cleavage. He wondered if they were real. They looked real. “Is that so?” Jetson responded after a moment, breaking away from the trance that Stacy’s intoxicating body had put him in.
“Yes, yes! I am sure you introduced yourself to Miss Stacy here while flying her into town, but now I would like to introduce you to her father, Danny Damson.” Jetson flashed the man a professional smile before shaking his hand. If there was anything about Jetson it was that everyone loved him. He might not have the best skills when it came to financial responsibility or making sound decisions or any of the other qualities of a good businessman, but somehow he could make anyone fall in love with him, a skill that had saved him many times before.
“Nice to meet you, sir.” Jetson looked at Danny. The gentleman looked at him, obviously taking him in, analyzing him. Jetson hoped he was at least making a good impression, especially since he wanted to fuck this man’s daughter. Finally, the man spoke. “Thank you for bringing my daughter safely to the party. I hope you two hit it off well in the jet?” He inquired, looking at Jetson and then his daughter. Stacy nodded, a grin playing on her lips.
“Of course, daddy! Jetson was an amazing pilot!” She winked in Jetson’s direction and he smirked in response.
“That’s good to hear! Maybe you two could get to know each other a little more… maybe become more than just friends.” Jetson looked at his father, surprised. It wasn’t like his father to push Jetson toward a serious relationship and in such a forward manner. Armando had been quite the bachelor in his time, so usually he understood his son’s need to fraternize with any women that came his way. Jetson gave his father a quizzical look.
“What? I don’t want my son making the same mistakes I did.” Jetson flinched a bit. He knew he was the son of a lowly waitress, someone his father had fucked for fun. Had his father just called him a mistake?
“Ouch dad, that hurts.” Jetson pouted a bit. “I just want you to settle down and have a good life, that’s all.” His father responded.
“Isn’t that what we all want?” Stacy’s father agreed with Armando. The two men cheered, their whiskey glasses chiming together as they toasted each other. They soon left together, getting friendly with each other as they started to talk about business propositions.
This left Jetson and Stacy alone together. Jetson quickly grabbed a mixed drink from one of the waiters that were walking around and offered it to Stacy. She accepted it with a knowing smile before taking a sip, slowly wrapping her red lips around the straw. Jetson smirked.
“About that offer I made on the plane… it still stands you know.” She smirked at him, batting her eyelashes in a sensual way, hoping to get him in the mood. “Is that so?” Jenson chuckled a bit. He liked this girl. She was demanding. She was feisty. Maybe it was time for a bit of a change.
“Mhm… now come with me.” She put down her drink before grabbing his hand with a tight grip. She eagerly pulled him toward the bedroom with a giggle.
Jetson stared at Stacy’s ass as she pulled him toward one of the bedroom doors. She didn’t care whose bedroom it was, she just wanted a piece of the man behind her. He was sexy and rich and knew how to fly a plane. What more could she want? All she had to do was show him how amazing she was in bed and then he would be eating out of the palm of her hand in no time.
With a naughty grin on her face, she opened up the door, pulling him inside as she closed the door behind her. As the door closed, she quickly switched gears, suddenly grabbing him and slamming him into the door, making out with him passionately. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, exploring all around.
Jetson was a little shocked. He was used to making the first move. Women were usually intimated by his money and power, becoming shy, forcing him to make the first move, but Stacy was completely different. She was the one taking charge in the bedroom and Jetson loved it.
Stacy quickly started to unbuckle Jetson’s belt, eager to get down to business. Jetson was so used to foreplay in order to get girls in the mood. He was shocked to find that Stacy seemed ready to go without any “prep work.” In fact, she seemed ready to fuck all night long. The thought excited him.
In seconds, she had ripped off his belt. She was now quickly unbuttoning his pants, freeing his dick. It was in her hands now, twitching with excitement as Stacy smirked at him.
“Oh yes, I’ll have great fun with this bad boy.” She squeezed his member slightly before getting down on her knees. Jetson was shocked. This woman was beyond any of his wildest dreams. He never thought a woman would take such control in the bedroom.
He watched her as she pulled down his pants and boxers now, using nothing more than her teeth. God, she was sexy. She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet! Jetson could feel his dick getting harder by the second and she hadn’t even done anything yet except hold him. She hadn’t even jerked him off yet.
Before Jetson could even react, she had him in her hot mouth. She sucked him off expertly, bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing member. He was surprised at how deep she could take him. Did she not have a gag reflex?
Jetson was about to wrap a fist around her hair and face fuck her when she suddenly pulled away. He nearly whimpered as his dick fell out of her mouth. He didn’t have time to complain, however because she was now pulling him toward the bed by his tie. She dragged him over to the foot of the bed before pushing him onto it.
Jetson fell back onto the bed, smirking. She was quite the mistress. He looked up at her as she pounced on him, pinning him to the bed, kissing him hard. Her lips were smashed against his. Soon enough, she ripped off the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked. As she straddled him she grabbed his tie and in one swift motion had his wrists tied to the bed.
“Mmm. You look sexy as my little prisoner. I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go.” She smirked at him before saying, “I hope you enjoy your show.” With those words, she started to give him a little stri
p tease. All Jetson wanted to do was get up and pounce on her, to take control and rip off her clothes, bend her over the bed and fuck her silly, but with his wrists tied to the bed he was unfortunately stuck.
All he could do was groan as she continued to tease him. She almost seemed professional in the way she teased him with every button of her blouse, the sway of her hips, the thrusting of her chest. Jetson bit his lip as his dick stood at full attention between his legs. Her tits were perfect. A generous handful. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them.
Once she was fully naked she walked over to him sexily before slowly crawling into bed with him. She moved slowly, still teasing him, touching herself seductively. Jetson wished she would just get on with it. He wanted to fuck her so damn bad. Keeping her body off of his she started to kiss and nibble his neck.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you, my little pet.” Jason bit his lip harder. Could this get any sexier?
Stacy was suddenly on him. She didn’t hesitate to slide his entire length inside of her. She was soaking wet! Jetson moaned loudly as Stacy ran her nails across his chest, leaving tiger stripes on his skin. She started to ride him now, hard, up and down, slamming his entire length into her pussy with every bounce. Her tits bouncing up and down. Jetson couldn’t believe it. He swore he was somewhere in heaven.