Rising up, I stood tall behind her, hands migrating to hips. Aligning my cock with her dripping cunt, I teased the sopping entrance before pressing forward, sheathing myself fully inside of her in one swift push.
"Swift..." I hissed. "Fuck. How do you always feel so good..."
Holding her hips like handles, my fingers bite into her skin as I started thrusting. A wide stance let me put power behind each thrust, long and slow at first, letting her really feel every inch. Arms constricting tighter around the seat, each deep dicking pressed the side of her face further into the chair. The speed intensified. Faster and faster. Quickly followed by force, each hump harder than the last. Smeared mouth opened wide, her face was burning red, grunting squeals of satisfaction echoing out. They turned to muffled as her brilliantly white teeth sank into the leather. Blonde hair, usually so styled and shiny was a mess, half of it falling on top of her head as she was squashed harder against the seat. The seat rocked back forth, metal and plastic alike squeaking in protest, not designed for the force being applied to it, far more than any kind of turbulence could provide.
"Yes! Cole! Yes! Keep going!" Words had returned to Taylor, mouth gaping like a fish as she took the full unbridled force of my full hard length.
Still, she wasn't shrieking her head off as I knew she was perfectly capable of doing when rolling around between the sheets. After all, the pilots were still in the cockpit, even if the rest of the plane was thankfully empty. I was really hitting my stride, totally and utterly focused on pounding Taylor into a quivering sloppy mess. Then turbulence struck again.
The jet wobbled horribly and I reached out in vain to grab onto something. Losing my balance, I stumbled backwards. I half crashed, half landed in my own seat, an almighty thump sounding as my ass hit the cushion. Taylor, holding onto her seat, fared much better and turned around in surprise at the sudden empty sensation of her insides. Watching me fumble and curse up a storm, dick still jutting high from my groin and swinging wildly, she couldn't help but give a snort of laughter.
"Please make sure that all carry-on items are properly secured during the flight as they may shift during turbulence." She stared pointedly at my dick. "Here sir, allow me to help secure that."
As the plane leveled out, her arms came undone and she stood up, strutting over to me. Straddling my lap, the seat was just wide enough for her knees to wedge themselves behind my ass as she sank down upon my cock. One hand reached for the headrest, the other found the seat adjustments. I felt the seat go further and further back, Taylor's looming form only growing taller above until we were in a deep longue-worthy position. She began to ride.
"Why. Were. We. Not. Do-ing. This. The. Whole. Flight." Taylor groaned out, a breathy syllable expelled each time she filled her snatch with every meaty inch I had to give.
Sliding along her jiggling thighs, both hands found her ass once more. Clutching a perky cheek in each hand, I squeezed tight, guiding her clapping cheeks along my shaft as she worked her hips.
"Don't know. I'm gonna put a customer service complaint in with the airline though." I retorted before my lips latched onto one of her bouncing breasts, sucking hard on the pointed pink nipple staring me in the face.
"I'm. Sure. We. Can. Make. It. Up. To. You. Sir." Taylor wheezed, bouncing harder than ever before, the seat rattling like crazy. "We want you to ride this airline again Mr. Stephens!" All the words escaping in one huffy pent-up breath. "Oh, fuck do we want you to ride this airline again!"
One hand let go to give her ass a playful smack. I couldn't see much with my mouth full of tit, but I could feel that satisfactory ripple as I gripped the other even harder, still slamming it downwards upon my fleshy pillar. Towering above me, her arms encircled my head, pulling me in tight, breasts smushed against my face. Her hips had a mind of their own, gyrating, spinning and rocking before resuming the hard up and down of loud fleshy smacking, echoing ever louder throughout the cabin.
"That's it! Gonna... gonna cum! C-c-cum!" Taylor hissed.
I gave her ass another smack, harder this time. Her nipple was like a bullet between my lips, teeth gently scraping over it. The other was equally hard as I quickly swapped to it, slobbering trails of saliva across her chest. I could feel her muscles tense, the epicenter of the shaking tremors deep in her loins. Eyes flicking skyward, I could see the outline of her beautiful face, mouth open wide, head hanging backwards, sunlight streaming through her golden haloed mess of a head and eyes screwed shut. One final time she sank upon my thick slab.
"Ahhh-hhhh-ahhhhh!!" She shouted, primal erotic noises the only thing she could vocalize as she climaxed.
Whole body trembling, I held her close rolling my hips upwards in a series of quick thrusts, off the sticky leather of the seat into her suddenly vice-like pussy. Each thrust was met with another spasm until I drove deep and held it there, her body vibrating all over until I finally felt her unclench. Head hanging loosely like an unwanted sleeping passenger, she slowly opened her hazy baby blues to look at me. As our eyes met and I gave a hard throb inside of her, barely holding back my own orgasm.
"Mhmmmm, fuck Cole. That is... the only way I want to travel."
On shaking limbs, she slithered back down onto her knees on the floor in front of me, the seat quickly returning to an upright position. "Back where we started." A quick look out the window and we could see the Manhattan skyline laid out before us. "Better hurry." A quick wink and in the next second my cock had vanished from view.
Smacking my own head back against the seat, I was trembling from head to toe, Taylor bobbing up and down along the entire length with the greatest of ease. Eager to suck the cum, and perhaps my very soul, right out of me. It didn't take long, the ground growing surprisingly closer with each passing second.
"Tay. Taylor. Swift! Fuck! I'm cumming!" I yelled out in warning, growing inside her gullet as she moaned in anticipation of impending jism.
Seconds later she was rewarded. Piping hot cum sprayed forth, erupting wildly from my cockhead, securely held between her lips, cheeks caved in with pressure. It throbbed, pulsating rapidly, splashing semen hither and thither across her oral cavity. Hand on the shaft she jerked with fast steady motions, milking me for all I was worth. Salty rope after salty rope was unloaded until my member gave one final twitch, balls thoroughly and utterly drained. Digging my fingernails out of the armrests, I looked down at her.
A huge smile decorated her lips, still sealed tight. Staring straight at me, a loud audible gulp sounded and those lips came apart as she smacked them together appreciatively. With a cheeky grin she said, "Mhmmm! Best inflight meal I've ever had! Delicious!"
Just then, the buzz of the intercom sounded, the pilot's voice buzzing through. "Preparing for descent. Please take your seats and buckle up for landing."
Taylor grabbed her discarded dress, half dressing as she settled in the seat next to me, still licking the last of my cum from her lips. As we descended and the minutes passed, we kept glancing at each other and laughing, the rationality of our brains finally catching up with the irrationally of our bodies in the post-orgasm haze. Before long, the wheels of the plane touched down and we both jolted forward in our seats, gradually slowing as we moved down the runway. The intercom buzzed again. "Welcome to New York Ms. Swift. We hope you enjoyed the flight."
"I know I did. How about you Cole?"
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"Technically I don't think it counts unless your above 10,000 feet. That's why they call it the Mile-High Club." She said matter-of-factly.
"Isn't that way more than a mile?" Cole asked.
Taylor shrugged, "I think it's more like two, but you know I hate cardio. Plus, nobody flies at 10,000 ft. It's around 37,000 ft or something like that."
