This story follows "The Perks of Flying First Class."
This is an adult sex story.
Everyone in this story is an adult, over the age of 21.
Please enjoy and thanks for the views and the votes.
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I was on a private jet heading from Seattle to Burbank Airport (Los Angeles).
It was Thursday just after noon. It was the second week in January.
There was one other passenger on board, so I guess you could technically say it was "we were on board."
"We" is me, Jack Colton and Missy Rogers.
Ms. Rogers was not my wife, nor my girlfriend.
But she had just finished blowing me, swallowing my load with a smile and relish, and with the full blessing of my wife, Catherine.
Catherine had given me a hall pass the day before, but the hall pass was set to expire when the plane touched down.
If you haven't seen the movie Hall Pass, you should.
So I was trying to make the most of my first hall pass; get in as much ass as possible with this beautiful creature before the cutoff time.
Missy was born and raised in Seattle.
A U of W grad with a BA in marketing.
Just turned 32.
5'4" in stockings.
In fuck me heels, 5'8".
She was recently divorced.
No kids.
She was very attractive.
All natural breasts, more than a healthy handful in size and they were surprisingly firm and her nipples were highly responsive.
She had a small frame, thin back; nice tight ass (recently penetrated); great legs and a very pretty face.
Red hair, and the carpet matched the drapes. Same shade, up and down.
She enjoyed it when I spent time cleaning her drapes with my lips and tongue.
I liked her squirming under my oral assault.
She hadn't had her pussy eaten in months and she was very grateful.
Oh so grateful.
If you've read my other stories you know how much I enjoy spending time between the thighs of my female friends.
Men can earn lots of points for eating pussy.
There would be far fewer divorces if more men made a regular habit out of it.
Get over the smell, the hair, the discharge and focus on being the best pussy eater the woman you're licking has ever had and you'll be treated like a king.
Back to the very grateful Missy Woods ...
She was smart and funny.
I'd put Missy into the category of on the border of being sassy.
So sassy I think she was pushing to be spanked.
I think I'd like doing that.
Missy had a body to die for; firm where it should be firm and soft where you wanted it to be soft.
No tattoos anywhere and her piercings were limited to her earlobes.
I couldn't keep my hands off of her.
She loved the attention and I loved having my hands on her.
And I was all over her.
Ms. Rogers was a business associate; I had retained her firm to do advertising, public relations, and social media about two months prior.
Her firm would be handling the Seattle market initially but I had been thinking about bank rolling her so that she could have offices in the cities where my company had its car dealerships and hotels. Places like Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and Scottsdale (Phoenix).
I needed people to handle advertising, public relations and other marketing related stuff in each market because each market was different.
Seattle isn't Phoenix and nothing on the planet is like LA or Las Vegas.
I hadn't told her about these expansion plans just yet, but I am sure she would be agreeable; she was an astute business woman who had potential. And drive.
She just needed the opportunity and the financing. I had both of those to give her.
Ms. Rogers was also the hottest sex partner I had ever been with.
I'd been with, slept with, more than fifty women since my first wife died in an automobile accident just under a year ago.
My first wife was an elementary school teacher on her way home from work one afternoon and was t-boned by a drunk driver barreling through an intersection.
She was killed instantly.
I remarried about nine months later.
Catherine was a very good friend of my wife.
Catherine was now home, pregnant with our first child.
She couldn't travel on this specific trip with me so she gave me a hall pass.
It was an unexpected gift.
What a wife! I have to be the luckiest husband on the planet.
Missy and I had been instantly attracted to one another the first time our eyes met.
So when the opportunity surfaced to have sex, we did.
Vigorously.
Missy and I fucked for the first time last night.
And we fucked all night long.
Just by being naked with her she gave me a hard on that did not go away.
She had a very tight, very wet, very hot pussy.
Her groans of pleasure as I entered her and pushed my way in deep were music to my ears.
It was a perfect fit, just like Goldilocks.
She did things with her pussy no woman had ever done to me before.
Missy had me groaning and delaying coming was difficult but when I did, my eyes would roll back into my head and I'd spurt deep, thrusting over and over and over, Missy matching me with her own bumps and grinds, maximizing my pleasure.
I'd come and I stayed pretty hard but she'd lick and suck me right back to full strength.
Missy gave great head.
She savored the experience, working slowly and deliberately to maximize my pleasure.
I have no idea where she learned to give head like she did but I was glad to be the recipient of her education.
Plus Missy was a swallower, always a plus in my book.
She also craved a cock in her pussy and I did the deed, taking her many different positions. All over the suite.
I scratched her sexual itch and she made excellent use of my pleasure stick.
She came numerous times as did I.
Missy wasn't afraid of a cock up her ass either, and since I enjoy anal, well, let's just say she got reamed more than a few times while I had her cheeks spread so I could make a few deposits where the sun never shines.
As the movie
The Right Stuff
ends, there is a voiceover as Gordon Cooper lifts off into space, the last of the Mercury Seven saying "On that day, Gordo Cooper flew higher, faster and further than any man in space before him."
Well, that night with Missy in the Seattle hotel room I fucked her deeper, pounded her faster and gave her more orgasms than she'd ever experienced before.
I came in her three holes and on her; on her back, between her tits, in her hair and on her face.
Missy was a total slut for me and she loved being my slut.
But that was last night ...
Flying south above 40,000 feet, we had just passed Mount Hood off the left side of the aircraft.
Missy and I were in the passenger compartment of the plane.
There were two other females on board, in the cockpit, flying the jet.
Two attractive, former military pilots, both highly professional, who were making sure we flew to and landed safely at our destination.
They were discrete and understood confidentiality.
I was nude; and Missy had just finished blowing me.
She'd blown me the night before but this one, the one on the plane, on her knees between my thighs, was special.
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Missy got up off her knees, smiling at me.
Then she bent down and took one last lick of my still hard cock.
Missy was still teasing me; maybe I'd spank her for it later.
I think she'd like that -- my hands slapping her great ass.
She sure did last night when I slapped her ass just once and she rolled over in total compliance on her belly with her thighs spread wide so I could easily mount her from behind.
And I did. She loved it, every thrust; every parry.
Every orgasm. And there were plenty of those on both sides.
It was a very nice memory of a night filled with nothing but pleasure.
Well, maybe some initial pain for Missy as I spread her cheeks and drove my baseball bat into her tight rosebud time after time, but even then she enjoyed it once she got into it.
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Her assignment completed, the special lipstick blowjob finished, Missy headed to the restroom where she did her thing and then when she exited, I went in and did my business.
While I was busy behind closed doors, Missy slowly started getting undressed for round two.
Another nude wrestling match.
My intention was to let her come out on top in round two.
To let her win so we could schedule a tie breaker at some point.
I knew she'd like that.
I give Missy a lot of credit; we'd fucked all night long and here she was, getting ready to go again.
Her sex drought was over.
She took off her shoes, blouse, and skirt, putting them in the closet.
I walked out of the restroom in time to see her reaching behind to unsnap her black bra, freeing her large orbs from captivity.
She stood before me in only her panties. A very tiny pair.
Black. Silk.
Missy pulled on her nipples and rubbed her breasts to get the blood flowing.
How much of that was for her physical pleasure or for my viewing enjoyment I didn't know but I didn't care.
I liked her a lot but the fewer clothes she had on the more I liked her.
Smiling, Missy held her breasts out to me, in offering.
To suckle, to bite, to fondle.
To lick, to kiss, and yes, to clamp.
Her breasts were covered with my love bites from last night.
I looked at Missy and said to her "When those love bites start to itch, you let me know. I'll be happy to rub lotion all over them and make the itching go away."
She laughed and replied "I guess we'll be hanging around together then. I suspect they'll be itching tonight. To hell with the lotion I want your mouth and hands on them."
I was mesmerized by her nipples.
I held back my thoughts about pinching her erect nipples with metal clamps while she begged me to free them from the harsh punishment.
I knew that kind of pain would actually be quite pleasurable for Missy; her pussy would flow like the Columbia River.
I also would want her to wear some small weights on those eraser sized suckers because I wanted them stretched out just a bit.
I wanted to see if I could get them to be a half an inch longer.
She brought me back to reality with "Like what you see Jack?"
I took in the whole picture.
Studying her beauty. Her nudity.
I nodded, silently answering her.
