Her Icane Hunting

While I was sitting in the waiting room of Hurricanes R Us LLC (HRU in the industry), one of many businesses owned by eceentric billionaire James Howard, I felt something akin to anxiousness, a feeling previously unknown to me. I really needed the job of hurricane-chasing pilot advertised by HRU on the Internet and in industry publications. The feeling disturbed me.

I was disturbed because my reputation is that I've got ice water in my veins and make Cool Hand Luke look like a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory. As a pilot in the military my call sign was Glacier; stupid but descriptive.

I had been waiting since five minutes before my appointment time of 9:00 a. m. and it was now 9:22. I was offered coffee or a soft drink by the receptionist -- the only person I had seen so far -- but politely declined. Just after checking my watch for the tenth time a whirlwind came through the door, followed by three other people; I guessed that the whirlwind was James Howard when the receptionist said "Hello Mr. Howard," and stood up.

If I was capable of being nervous I would have shit my pants; I expected my interview to be conducted by one of Howard's minions, not the man himself. My gaze turned steely but I didn't stand.

"You must be Andrew Peele," Howard barked at me after gruffly acknowledging the receptionist.

"Yes sir," I said, now standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Come on into my office," he snapped, then turned to the three people who had followed him in the door and said "Bill and Axel you stay in the waiting room until I'm finished with Peele here, and you Candice get on the phone to confirm my afternoon appointments at Masterson Dynamics," Masterson Dynamics probably being the largest company that Howard owned -- at least according to my bible, Wikipedia.

I had barely settled into a comfortable chair across from Howard's impressive mahogany desk when he got right to the point. "I wanted to interview you myself, Peele, because I have a real personal interest in the project that you'll be working on if I hire you, and you have such an interesting resume."

I simply nodded as Howard opened up a file on his desk.

"How did you end up as first in your class in flight school?"

"I was better than everyone else."

"I can understand you not being first in your class at the Air Force Academy, but in the lower 50%; what's with that?"

"They had lots of bullshit classes in addition to the important ones -- I aced all of the important ones."

"Why did you get kicked off the fencing team?"

"I broke too many swords -- and there were too many rules -- and I laid out one of my 'teammates.'"

"How did you end up in the Hurricane Hunters, the United States Air Force Reserve's 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron? I thought that was just for reservists?"

"They made a special exception for me because the Squadron lost their three most experienced pilots, and the Air Force didn't like the way that I handled the F-35A; they said that I was too hard on it."

"You're not making any sense, boy," Howard chuckled, but then immediately continued. "How many hurricanes have you flown in?"

"Five; two category 2s as a co-pilot, and a 1, 3, and 5 as a pilot."

"All in the last year?"

"Yes sir."

"How did you end up getting bounced out of the Air Force early, and with only a 'general discharge,' not an honorable one?"

I paused before snipping "Do I really have to talk about that?"

"Only if you want this job," Howard grumbled, "and give me the complete and unvarnished truth, no pussy footing around or happy horseshit."

"Does anyone else have to know?"

"Probably not, but I can't guarantee that I won't tell someone else if they have a need to know," he snickered.

I paused again then gave the straightforward truth. "I got caught fucking a general's wife."

Howard now displayed his first emotion of the interview; his eyebrows raised and his eyes opened wide before he continued.

He had been taking some notes in my file, but now he just leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and said "Give me the whole story; this should be good. But before you do, do you have a photo of her?"

If I hadn't already exhausted all of my other pilot job possibilities and didn't need this job so fucking bad I would have told him to eat shit and left the room; BUT I did need this job badly.

Trying not to display any emotion I got out my smartphone and started scrolling through my photos. The best ones of Slone Kellogg were when she was naked, and I sure as shit wasn't going to show Howard any of those; despite my desperation I do have some pride. I found one of her in a one-piece bathing suit, enlarged the photo, stood up, and holding onto my phone showed it to Howard.

Howard held my hand that was on the phone while he looked at the photo for a good ten or fifteen seconds; then he cackled "I can see the attraction, but she looks ten years older than you are."

"Her chronological age is twenty one years greater than mine, but her biological age is only a few years more than my chronological age," I replied trying to have no emotion in my voice. That was hard to do since I still thought of fucking Sloane at least once a day -- and it had been seven months since I had actually fucked her.

Howard did the leaning-back-in-his-chair thing again and said "Don't leave anything out; spill; how you meet her, how you hooked up with her, how you got caught, the whole works."

I had heard that Howard was kind of a pervert; this proved it.

"I saw her in a grocery store looking at and testing cantaloupes. While she's not classically beautiful she is sexy as hell and does have prominent mammaries, and I was between unsuccessful relationships and was feeling a little lascivious so I walked close to her and said 'Those are some really nice melons,' while looking more at her chest than the cantaloupes."

"Rather than getting pissy she gave me a good once-over with her eyes then smirked 'Why do you say that?'"

"I'm a connoisseur of honeydews and those look natural, firm, and delicious," I replied.

"These are cantaloupes, not honeydew melons," she replied with a sly grin while holding one of the fruits in her hand. Then she said "I think that you're probably espousing a double entendre, dude, and not talking about fruit at all. Are you always this brazen?"

"I played dumb and then pretended to have a Eureka moment. I hoped that I turned red, but I'm not that good of an actor so I'm sure that I didn't. 'Oh, I'm so embarrassed. You thought that I was commenting about your breasts. I can see how you'd be confused because you fill out a top as well as any thirty five year old I've ever seen,' I smiled, knowing that she was more than thirty five, but since she hadn't spit at me or kneed me in the balls yet, I thought that I'd see where this went."

"She got a big grin on her face; then she turned the tables on me. 'Do you have a big cock?'"

"When she said that I swear that my Johnson partially saluted and since she was staring at my crotch she had to have seen it. It was clear that she wanted an answer."

"'I haven't had any complaints,' I replied."

"'Show me some ID,' she continued, holding out her hand while simultaneously sticking out her chest, flouting her Grand Tetons.'"

"I took out my military ID and handed it to her. She looked at it, returned it, and in a husky voice said 'You've caught me on just the right day, flyboy. Put your cock where your mouth is. Get a room not visible from the street at the Hyatt on Maple -- about a mile from here -- and text the room number to this cellphone,' she said pulling a card from her purse and handing it to me. 'I'll see you there in ninety minutes.'"

"Then she smiled, put two cantaloupes in her cart, and headed for checkout, wiggling her ass."

At this point Howard was cackling like a hyena, the perv. I sighed and continued.

"At first I was gobsmacked. While I had made similar attempts in the past, before I had always been shot down like a Piper Cub being hit by an AIM-7 missile. I looked at the card carefully; it only had a phone number on it, nothing else. I watched her ass wiggle some more as she exited the checkout counter, and when she smiled at me -- I was frozen in my tracks in the produce section -- as she exited the store I made up my mind. It might have been a waste of $250 and/or a group of thugs might come and kick the shit out of me, but my Glacier persona -- and cock -- took over my brain. So I bought the few items I had come to the store for, brought them to my off-base apartment, and drove to the Hyatt on Maple and got Room 1212, which faced the back."

"I texted just the room number -- nothing else -- to the phone number on the card. It apparently went through but there was no reply."

"After sitting on the bed in Room 1212 until it was almost two hours since I saw Miss Grand Tetons in the grocery store I was about to give up and admit that I had been pranked worse than any other time in my life when there was a knock on the door."

"I looked through the peephole and it sure looked like Miss GT, so I opened it, expecting to be rushed by a group of thugs. Instead I was greeted by only the grinning face of a hot woman who had changed into shorts and a tank top, and looked even yummier than in the store."

"As I invited her in I remarked 'You look even better in shorts and a tank top than you did in the store.'"

"'Do my melons look even more delicious?' she cackled."

"'Yes ma'am,' I grinned."

"She got right up into my face -- she was about five feet nine inches in her flats to my six two -- and as she put her hand on my chest said 'I looked you up, flyboy. I wasn't going to come -- I haven't done this before -- but you have a real interesting background so here's the deal.'"

"I should have wondered how she knew about my 'Background' since I didn't really have a social media presence, but I was only thinking with my little head at that point."

"I stared into her eyes -- a really interesting dark blue, an iris color I hadn't seen before -- as she continued."

"Here's the deal; recreational fucking, no romance. If you want to fuck my pussy you eat it first. Unless we get tested in the future condoms only for pussy and ass fucking, not necessary for titty fucking. We tell no one. Got it?"

"By then my cock was at full mast. 'Got it,' I growled, and then kissed her as passionately as I could. She returned the passion for about twenty seconds and then pushed me away. 'Easy, flyboy,' she snickered. 'Let's shower first, she continued as she removed her top and started on her bra."

"I think that we were both completely naked in record time. I picked her up and headed for the large bathroom shower stall, with an ornate tile interior. Once the water was warm we both entered. As we occasionally played kissy face we washed each other off, not being shy about where we placed our hands. She had the best looking double Ds I had ever seen in any media (I wasn't lucky enough to have seen double Ds live before)."

"Not only were her tits nice, but her entire body was. Her ass was bubblicious, her thighs looked like a model's and she was probably only about five pounds overweight -- just a little tire at her waist."

"Once we were squeaky clean and reasonably dry I carried her to the king sized bed while trying to tickle her tonsils with my tongue, and laid her on her back. I simultaneously sucked and mauled her tits while she giggled and said shit like 'Didn't your mother ever nurse you?' My cock was starting to hurt it was so hard so I shinnied down to her pussy and started licking and fingering it while keeping one hand on a tit."

"After a little pussy play I moved her clitoral hood aside and sucked her love button like I was trying to drain a Big Gulp with one suck of a straw. I wasn't prepared for her to squirm, squeal, and spasm like she had just stuck her finger in a light socket, but I kept at it until it was clear that she had climaxed and wilted."

"As she lay groaning and glassy-eyed I grabbed a pre-opened condom envelope off the night stand, quickly rolled it on, and then immediately buried my cock in one continuous slow but unyielding push."

"Miss GT came to life once I was about two thirds buried. She had a tight muscular cunt. After I practiced two or three slow strokes and clamped her arms around my neck, and her thighs around my torso, we got to work."

"My mind was awash in endorphins the entire time that I pistoned in and out, continuously changing pace and angle as I did so. After about five minutes she started whimpering so I raised up a little, contorted my body so that I could suck a nipple, and then fucked her with more intensity than I had at any other time in my life."

"Despite the fact that I had a condom on my orgasm -- and apparently hers given her thrashing, crying, and screaming -- was epic. It seemed like I ejaculated a dozen times."

"Once we were both wiped out physically and emotionally, I collapsed on her body without putting my full weight on it, and then gradually rolled to the side, taking her with me. My cock didn't seem to want to go flaccid and she wasn't complaining."

"I stared into her deep blue eyes as they fluttered. After a while she spoke first. 'You almost fucked me unconscious,' she grumbled."

"'Once we do it bare back, I will,' I growled back."

"We engaged in some very pleasant -- considering that we had never met before and I didn't even know her name -- pillow talk. I finally pulled out with a pop although I still wasn't completely flaccid."

"After a further while I unrolled the condom, tied it up, and tossed it into a waste basket a good ten feet away. 'Three pointer,' I grinned."

"'More like a dozen blaster, she chuckled. 'Say flyboy, give me a five minute massage so that I return to the living and then fuck my tits, will you?'"

"Probably the easiest response to a question I ever made."

"While working over her back, shoulders, and ass as she groaned and sighed in pleasure, I didn't want to show it but I was slightly uncomfortable because I only had one titty fuck before in my life; none of my previous sex partners were really equipped for it. The only time was with one of my mother's divorced friends when I was nineteen and after I had mowed her lawn as a favor to my mother. Her offer of lemonade turned into her exposing her boobs and she talked me through fucking them. I would have gladly done it some more but I left for college the next weekend and when I got home a year later she had remarried and gone out of town. She had really nice tits -- half as nice as Miss GT's."

"After five minutes Miss GT turned onto her back, smiled, told me to bring her purse over, took a tube of Boob Lube out of it, and greased the valley between her DD's and my cock, which went from 80% hard to 100% about two seconds after she touched it."

"I did just what came naturally as she pushed her soft yet firm tits around my cock. I couldn't believe how good it felt, enhanced by the expressions on her face, her whimpers, and the obvious enjoyment she got out of it. When I expelled onto her chin, neck and chest, my largest second load ever she tingled in orgasm."

"Once we recovered and I moved away from her mammaries we kissed passionately as some of my cum got on me as we pressed our bodies together. Finally she looked at the clock next to the bed and said 'Oh shit; I've been her almost two hours already. I've got to get home to the general.'"

"'The general?' I asked, completely perplexed."

"'Yeah, General Kellogg; he's my husband,' she grinned in reply."

"I sat up with a start; 'You're married -- and to a fucking general?' I cried out. 'But you didn't have any rings on and you didn't say...'"

"She cut me off. 'I put my rings in my purse when I saw you ogling my chest -- impolitely I might add -- in Publix, and if he was really a 'fucking' general you never would have gotten into my pants, flyboy. By the way, I really like your cock,' she smiled."

"I was flabbergasted and couldn't speak. She kissed me and then said 'Come on, wash me off in the shower then we can plan our next rendezvous.'"

"Like an automaton I let her lead me into the shower; my surprise slowly turned into a combination of lust and anger as I washed her spectacular naked body off. She tried to calm me down but my cock had other ideas. I pushed her tits against the shower stall far wall and started running my cock into her soaped-up asshole. She tried to squirm away but I was too strong for her. Once my cock head entered her rosebud she started wailing. 'Please Andrew, don't. Your cock is too big and you don't have a condom on; please you agreed not to.'"

"'I can't help it,' I growled. 'I'm both super excited by your naked body, and pissed that you didn't tell me that you married, and to a general no less,' I continued as I pushed more of y cock into her dark hole."

"'I'll give you the best blowjob ever,' she whined, 'Please don't fuck my asshole; you won't be sorry,' she continued."

"I pulled out and turned her around. She immediately dropped to her knees even though that couldn't have been comfortable on the hard tile floor. She gulfed as much of my cock as would fit in her mouth, grabbed my testicles with her hands, and got to work."

"Damn, Mr. Howard, if she wasn't a cock-sucking magician. I don't think that it was more than two minutes of sucking my cock and massaging my balls before I erupted into her mouth. She swallowed the surprisingly large -- since it was my third one within less than 150 minutes -- load like it was sweet nectar."

"After I recovered I helped her up and to show no hard feelings kissed her deeply. We turned off the shower and got dressed. Just before she left she said 'I'd like it if we could both get STD tests this next week, and then meet up again for some bareback fun. I'm not sure that your cock will comfortably fit my asshole but if I get serene enough maybe we can try.'"

"'Sounds like a plan,' I grinned before kissing her again. 'However, I need your name.'"

"'Sloane Kellogg,' she smiled."

"How will we hook up?"

"'I'll send you a text with the date, time, and place. Both the date and time will actually be one day and one hour later than on the text. If you can't make it propose another date and time -- again one day and one hour after what's on the text -- and eventually we'll work something out. Next venue is on me,' she responded."

"Then we kissed again, and she left like an apparition."

"Once she left I collapsed onto the bed. My mind and emotions were in turmoil. 'You are one dumb fucker to get involved with a married women -- and a general's wife no less,' I sighed to myself. I would have broken it off except that it was by far the best sex of my life up to that point."

At that point I sighed and shrugged my shoulders; I was emotionally drained from recounting my experience, and disgusted that my cock was hard. Perv that he is, Howard was virtually salivating. If I immediately left I had no doubt that he would beat his meat.

After a long silence Howard said "Give me a short version of what happened next, and how you got caught; I don't think that I can take many more details."

I deeply sighed again and then continued. "I was at her beck and call for the next three or four months. I couldn't turn the bitch down. I was besotted with her. Occasionally I would spank her ass or get tough with her, but we both knew that she had me wrapped around her little finger. We probably averaged one session a week in those three-four months. I never had less than two orgasms a session -- usually three -- and she sometimes had too many to count when I ate her after fucking her."

"So how did you get caught?"

"About the four month mark we had never spent the entire night together and she badly wanted to; so when the general would be out of town for sure one Friday night I stayed over in her beach house. That night into the next morning was the sexual pinnacle of my life up to that point. However, we were both so into each other that we let our guard down."