by Hazel Parker
Sebastian then grabbed her head, placing her onto his dick, making her suck it for all she was worth. He bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing member. Madison, while struggling for air could hear Lance groan.
He scrambled to pull his monster member out of his pants. When he did, he started to furiously jerk off to the sight of Madison sucking off his partner. He groaned, moving his hand as fast as he could.
Meanwhile, Sebastian continued to moan in pleasure as Madison kept sucking his dick, expertly. He smirked, before taking Madison’s third toy in hand. He smirked as he aligned the smallest bead against her puckered rose bud. Lance leaned down and spit onto it. Lance then started to pop bead after bead into her tight ass.
Madison moaned loudly into Sebastian’s dick. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It was all so degrading, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop enjoying what was happening to her. It felt so good to be used like this. She couldn’t understand it, but at the same time she didn’t want it to stop. As her ass filled up with balls, making her feel full, she wanted Sebastian to stuff her ass until its breaking point. At the end of the day, there was no denying that Madison loved this.
Sebastian grinned as he popped the last bead into her ass. Her ass swallowed it eagerly, making Sebastian grin even wider. He gave his partner a look. Lance nodded and started to furiously fuck Madison with the dildo, almost as hard as he was jerking off. He pumped the dildo in and out of her soaked pussy. Soon the sound of the dildo moving in and out of her pussy was echoing throughout the entire factory.
Lance leaned forward, his lips near her ear, before saying in his signature gruff voice, “Cum for me, slut.” Madison lost all control. She came all over the conveyor belt. Lance smirked. He didn’t say much, but he always made sure that when he did, people listened. Madison then felt Sebastian shoot his load down her throat, making her cough a bit. He then pulled her head off of his member, laying her head on his thigh, letting her catch her breath.
Soon after, Madison felt a spray of warm cum splash against her ass, pussy, and back as Lance exploded all over her. He breathed hard, before standing next to her, grinning down at her, his fingertips tracing her spine. Sebastian was also grinning. Madison was smiling, trying to recover from an amazing experience.
Sebastian looked down at his secretary, smiling warmly at her. He started to pet her hair softly, giving her a few minutes to compose herself. Eventually, Madison looked up at the two men and said in a submissive but happy voice, “Thank you.”
Chapter 8
Sebastian smiled before saying, “No need to thank us, darling. We have just as much fun as you do!” Sebastian was cheerful. He ran his fingers through her hair again. “We have something important we want to ask you, Madison.”
Madison glanced up at Sebastian, before looking at Lance. She gave them a questioning look. She wondered what they needed to ask her.
“As you know we are the owners of this factory, of the Hardwood and Woodman sex toy company. We also know how much you love to please us and that we are the only men that have been able to properly satisfy you in a long time. So we have a proposition to offer you.” Madison raised an eyebrow. A proposition?
Sebastian nodded, answering her questioning look. “Yes. We are willing to split the company three ways with you, so that we all own a third of the company, if and only if, you agree to be our little pet.” Madison’s eyes grew in surprise. Were they being serious? Madison sat up, looking at them.
“Of course, if you need time to think about it, we will give you all the time you need to make your decision,” Sebastian added, feeling a little disappointed that it was taking Madison this long to make up her mind. He had been sure that she would jump at the opportunity he was presenting her.
Suddenly, Madison sat up. Lance looked at her intensely. Madison took a moment, looking at them, before smiling big. She then suddenly hugged Sebastian tightly, before motioning for Lance to join the hug as well. Lance gladly moved forward and joined them with a grin. He wrapped his arms around them, trapping them inside of a bear hug. Madison happily smiled as she was smothered by him. Sebastian however, hit his arms, making him let go after a moment, much to Madison’s dismay, but it did give her a chance to finally reply.
“Of course! I wouldn’t want anything else in the world! I’m honored that you would even give me this proposition. I am so thankful! Thank you so much!” Madison was a little teary eyed as she kissed them both. She couldn’t have asked for anything else in the world.
A few months ago Madison had scrambled to find a job. Now she was part owner of a successful company. Best of all, she had two very sexy business partners that she could fuck any time she wanted too! Life was good, almost as good as the toys decorating her body.
*****
THE END
Riding Mile High
Chapter 1
He loved her moans. It was the best part about her. He loved playing her like an instrument, creating a beautiful melody. He had fucked countless women in his past, but none of them could moan quite like Nicole. She was something else. Not only was she great in the sack, but she was also a superb employee.
Jetson, the man currently fucking Nicole’s brains out, was the son of Armando Suarez. Armando Suarez was the sole owner of Armando Airlines, an airline company that catered to the rich and famous. Due to his success, his son lived a life of luxury. He had everything he could ever want: cars, fancy apartments, women, fame, you name it.
But, Jetson wasn’t a freeloader. He worked for all that he had. Jetson was a pilot. He was very skilled for the young age of twenty-five. For this reason, his father trusted him with any of the airline’s planes. Jetson, however, had a favorite, and it was, of course, a jet. #52 was a sleek, luxury jet meant for transporting a single VIP. #52 was his pride and joy. Jetson could pilot that jet with his eyes closed. Plus, with state-of-the-art autopilot technology, the jet practically flew itself.
And that was exactly what #52 was doing right now. Jetson had turned on the autopilot as soon as it was safe to do so, not wanting to waste one, precious minute. He had a lovely stewardess waiting for him. He wanted her and wanted her bad. He would be damned if he didn’t give it to her, hard. He would be damned if he landed #52 without banging his sweet stewardess in more ways than one.
Which is why, at that exact moment, he was tearing off Nicole’s sexy, little uniform. He kissed her neck, extracting those intoxicating moans from behind her lips. His lips pressed firmly against her soft skin, his teeth gently nipping at her delicate skin.
Nicole loved the feeling of his lips on her skin and wanted more, much more. Before Jetson could react, she took control, pinning him against the wall, ripping off his uniform. She pulled him closer, wrapping his tie around her fist and tugging on it as she fell back into one of the seats so that he would fall down on top of her.
Jetson instead took his chance and pounced on her. He started biting her neck as his hands traveled up her skirt. They quickly found her silk underwear, a pair he had bought for her. He smirked with pride before suddenly ripping them off her body. He would just buy her another pair later. The thought of her working the rest of the flight without them was too good to resist.
Nicole was excited too. She loved her job. She loved flying, but most of all, she loved Jetson. He was sexy and she couldn’t get enough of him. It was like an addiction she couldn’t kick, and every time she saw him her need only grew stronger and stronger. Luckily, at least, she could count on them getting it on any time they were in the air together, just like they were right now.
Right now, she could feel his hands all over her naked body. Foreplay was long gone. It was time to get to work. With both of them naked and with her straddling him, they both knew it was about to get hot and heavy. She could have continued to tease him for hours, maybe a little lap dance, or tiny, unsatisfying kisses, but they both needed each other, now. They couldn’t wait.
“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 redhead 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 cleared 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. I used to live there, though.”