hard she could expect to orgasm. She just kept
sucking him nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted to take in that big, huge
dick so she just kept sucking him down to bide the time.
It was so erotic being with him so high up in the sky, all alone
with a rich and powerful man, and knowing full well that she could get caught
by the pilot or found out any moment. It was all so thrilling. There was a note
of exhibitionism to it. There was a feeling of indecency and fear to it. It
added to the thrill and chill of the sex. Rolling around at 30,000 feet up in
the air, drunk on the world’s finest Scotch – purchased especially for the
flight service because the highest-paying clients deserved the best Scotch, and
enamored with the possibilities of life before them – they were enjoying every
moment of their romp like they had never enjoyed sex before. Even White Gold
was surprised at what was happening to him. He thought he had never had sex
before. He could feel something unique and special with Miranda, but perhaps it
was just the Scotch or the experience. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know whether
or not this was the best girl he’d ever been with, this seductress of the
skies, this girl next door with a naughty element to her personality, or
whether it was just being on a private jet from Big Flights, the premiere
private jet service in the whole world.
She began tonguing his ear as he moaned with pleasure. She was
naturally gifted with her tongue, and all her previous lovers had told her so.
She had practiced quite a bit, and it had become somewhat of a special study
subject of hers, having purchased numerous books on tonguing, tongue massage,
and massage. She had studied much on how to become the most pleasurable to a
man. She had invested heavily in herself. Her life was meant to please
celebrities, she thought, and it was all she wanted in the world. Her talents
were incredibly advanced. It was amazing that she had taught herself so much at
such a young age. Her tongue moved down from his ear to his neck, and then to
his nipples, and then to his belly button, and back on down to his cock. He was
moaning and groaning with pleasure now. It seemed like her tongue was wrapped
around in so many unique ways. Even all the groupies and ex-girlfriends he’d
been with couldn’t perform like this. He was completely enamored, and he kept
thinking about how lucky he was to book this private jet with Big Flights. He
definitely needed an experience like this after his horrendous breakup with his
ex-girlfriend. He was happy that he had put so much work into his concert tour,
into his craft, and that he was finally starting to get rewarded with pleasures
like these. Even though nearly every woman in the world wanted him now, it
didn’t used to be that way for him growing up. He had experienced a transformation
in the last three years with the success of his rap album, his rigorous workout
schedule, and his movie roles that were garnered based on the success of rap
albums. Growing up, though, no one had paid attention to him. Girls had
rejected him. They had cast him aside.
Her tongue was doing wonders to him that he hadn’t believed were
possible. She was some kind of magician with her tongue, and it seemed to hit
all the right notes in the right places. It even went some places and did some
things that he couldn’t have imagined were possible. He wondered if this was
all some sort of plan put on by the airline to bring about more repeat business
with their service. Of course, if the young stewardesses all came on to the
men, and offered sex for free, ostensibly voluntarily, who would ever take a
regular commercial flight again? No high-paying client in their right mind
would pay for first-class service on a commercial flight when they could pay a
comparable amount, or perhaps a little bit more, and get a ton of privacy and
free sex with horny stewardesses. There was one thing, for sure, and it was
that White Gold would always be