1. Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2


    Date: 7/14/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    for my hubby. I’ve promised myself to corrupt her son in all ways I can come up with, and you’ll help me.” Her lips nibbled on my earlobe and my knees shook. “I need to fetch something,” she suddenly declared. “Jimmy, why don’t you keep Crystal here entertained for a few minutes. Just stick your hand under her skirt and rub her muff, she’ll like that well enough. Crystal, you just stay like you are and don’t move.” I froze, then slowly looked over at her companion. He appeared just as unsettled by her orders as I was, but then his lips spread into a grin and the tip of his tongue peek out of his mouth. With glee, he reached his hand and touched the back of my thigh. I couldn’t contain a soft moan. His eyes widened, and from the giddy joy in his eyes I surmised that he hadn’t touched a woman like this very often, if at all. His fingers trailed upwards, and I spread my legs a little to allow him access. The woman got up and strolled across the lounge towards a counter behind which a beautiful, lithe asian girl was thumbing through papers. Jimmy’s eyes widened again when he touched the slick skin of my naked mound. He halted for a moment, studying me, but when my eyes fluttered with the sparkles of delight spurred by his touch and I pressed my pubes against his strong fingers, he lost all shyness. His fingers started to rub in circles, exploring the contours of my pussy. “Oh yes,” I whispered and started to gyrate my hips in a lewd dance of appreciation. “Wow,” he gasped. “Mrs. ...
    Jennings, I mean, Amalia, told me that there would be some crazy stuff going on, but I would never have expected something like this.” The motion of his hand turned into a lovely back-and-forth rhythm, and I felt the heat between my legs increase. “What’s it with that card, though?” he wanted to know, nodding at the plastic dangling from around my neck. “It means I’m a… oh god!” I gasped in pleasure, because right at this moment, one of his fingers was pushing inside me, pushing aside the slick, hot walls of my pussy which had never before been this sensitive. “...a Mile High Slut. Fuck, yes, push it in, push it in!” His finger was long and thick, and it had ridges from all the work he obviously did. “Fuck me with it!” He complied eagerly. Here, in the middle of the lounge, a young guy was finger-fucking me shamelessly, and god, how I loved it! “But what does that mean, Miles High Slut?” he inquired while his eyes kept staring at my face in fascination. “I’m a slut, and everyone…” I had a hard time concentrating. His finger moved faster and faster in and out of my pussy, making my thighs shake and my hips rock back and forth. Heat welled up and filled my lower body. “...that is, everybody from a select part of the airline’s passengers and crew can use me at their pleasure. For their pleasure. Do that again, please!” One of his fingers had brushed my clit. For a novice, he sure had brilliant hands. “Wow.” I could see the wheels inside his mind turning, no doubt imagining all ...
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