I was having a bad day. First of all, I have a boss who is sexy as hell. Second of all I have a major crush on him. Third, no matter what I do he won't give me a tumble and fourth, he goes on travel about once a month to Paris and always has me arrange for an escort service to provide a girl to go along and entertain his client. I knew damn well that he was going to bed with her too.
Well today, when he asked me to make the arrangements for the trip, and that I arrange for an escort service slut, I was furious. Mostly because he was going to have sex with whom ever they provided, and second because it hurt to know that someone he didn't even know, was going to be with him and do all the things that I had been dreaming about doing with him. That's when I decided to modify things slightly.
I told him that the arrangements had been made, and gave him the reservations and tickets for the flight. The next morning I arrived at work early and got him aside. "The lady who was going to go with you, had an emergency and won't be able to go," I lied.
As expected, that left him only two choices, cancel the trip and lose some valuable business or replace the girl. That's when phase two kicked in. I volunteered to go as a replacement.
He looked appalled. Although I knew what the girl was there for and what she was expected to do, he was naive enough to think I hadn't figured it out that she was to be more than just there for conversation.
He began to stammer and try to explain why I shouldn't go, but I stopped him and with a sly grin on my face, I told him that I knew what I would be expected to do and that it was perfectly all right, after all it was for the company. I continued to assure him that since it was just business and nothing personal, I was perfectly comfortable with it.
Finally he agreed and began to tell me what to wear and explain about what I might be in for, but I stopped him and whispered, "I know, Blake, I know exactly what to wear and how to behave. Don't worry about me."
Panic began to set in as we boarded the plane. I really wasn't certain what I would have to do but every conceivable possibility flashed thru my mind. But as soon as I joined Blake on the plane, I was a different person.
No longer the well-behaved young woman that my parents had raised, but a slut who only wanted to be physically satisfied and perhaps, abused. It was almost as if I had been released from some sort of mental restraint and taken on another personality.
We took our seats in first class, and as soon as we were air born, the stewardess brought drinks. Sitting near the window it was easy to reach over and touch Blake. I weighed my options and wondered what his response would be if I put my hand on his thigh.
Two more drinks and I had mustered enough courage to try it. At first he pretended not to notice, then he turned to me. I was already becoming excited. My pussy had begun to tingle when I first thought about touching him in public, and now it was actually beginning to slowly contract and ache. The more I thought about what I was going to do, and what I had started with my boss, seemed to heightened my feeling of abandon.
"Feels good, Dell. Mmmm just what do you think you can do on an airplane? We can't go too far sweetheart," he whispered in that low voice of his.
So now he's calling me Dell, instead of Adele, I thought, and I can go with that. And just how far I can go, well I'll go pretty damn far if I don't get caught and he lets me.
Almost as if reading my mind, he reached up and brought down a pillow and a blanket and put them in his lap. By sliding the pillow down to his knees I could move my hand up to his crotch and unfasten his fly and take out his cock.
If I was excited, he was twice as worked up as I was. I held a shaft so thick my fingers barely met as they clutched him. Perhaps five and a half inches around, and he was probably six and a half inches long already. God was I getting hot and the tingling in my cunt became an ache. My breasts seemed to swell up and my nipples became sensitive to the touch of my satin blouse.
He tilted his seat back as I began to stroke his wet cock under the blanket. The seats around us were empty, and the stewardess was up near the cabin so I felt safe in pulling the blanket back and looking at what I had made. My god it was beautiful. And the sight of it brought me to a frenzied desire to make him cum. I couldn't do anything wrong. This is what was expected and I was going to go with it.
I slid my hand down to its base and actually managed to get his heavy balls out. Now I began to tease just the head of his cock with my fingers. He stared ahead and seemed engrossed in the pleasure of my tormenting touches. Fifteen minutes passed as I kneaded his hard shaft, taking brief moments to lower my head and slide my pursed lips over its head to suck and taste the salty pre-cum, when suddenly I felt him go rigid.
In that moment, I did what I never dreamed possible. I thrust my mouth down over his cock and as I let my tongue slowly stroke the underside of his glans, I felt my mouth fill with the thick cum that pulsed in thick globules, from its small slit. I greedily swallowed each thick burst that erupted from his twitching shaft.
For what seemed like only seconds but which must have been the better part of a minute, I continued to suck and swallow before releasing his shaft and pulling the blanket up to cover him, as I leaned back.
Looking at him, I dragged the tip of my tongue around my lips, and I saw something I had not expected to see. He was breathing hard and suddenly leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips. It was a deep kiss. One that was beyond intimate. A kiss that can't be described as loving, but far beyond that. It was a lustful kiss that I had earned and that brought me to new heights of frenzied anticipation.
Breaking our kiss he stayed close to me and after straightening himself up cuddled close to me. His hand slide beneath the blanket and up under the hem of my skirt. I had foolishly worn panties but he managed to work his fingers between my thigh and my pussy. I felt his fingers begin to caress and stroke my smooth labia and the aching throb increased. My breasts were points of erotic fire, which had become almost unbearably sensitive. As he gently caressed my pussy, he found my hard clit and began to run his finger around and across its protruding surface. At the same time his other hand was up under my blouse, and he had pushed my bra up over my breasts so he could knead my nipples.
What might have taken ten or fifteen minutes to accomplish suddenly happened within mere minutes. I let myself go and my body began to respond uncontrollably. It began subtly but rapidly. First my pussy began to flutter and begin to contract, my hands seemed to tighten up, and my breathing began to come in short gasps. My legs began to twitch and tremble and suddenly I began to gasp and groan.
Then I exploded. I began to cry out and he had to put his hand over my mouth to stifle my whimpering sobs and I began to bounce and writhe in my seat. Oh my god it was intense. For almost a full minute I continued to feel my clit pulse in and out before I could feel my body begin to return to normal.
Orgasms shouldn't be that wonderful. As he brought me to that place where the world loses its reality and the only thing in my little world is the need to feel that fantastic release, I was oblivious of what was going on around me. I would have done anything to have it and he gave it to me. For those seconds in time, I was alone. The world around me didn't exist. He had done the impossible; he had made me climax with such force that I wet myself and probably his hand as well. I was Dell and I was a whore. But I was his whore, and that made it ok.
As I continued to gasp for breath and my chest heaved he looked into my eyes and simply asked, "Good?"
I couldn't speak. I just stared at him, disbelieving what he had just done.