Let's Do a Dope Deal - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,
Best Porn Sites

Let's Do a Dope Deal

Date: 8/13/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Mature, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

I wasn't sure what kind of twin it was but it looked similar to the plane I took my first Airline Transport Pilot check ride in. Even with my time flying commercial before my f****y tragedy, I couldn't tell one civilian airplane from another. Now military planes, that was a different story; I was sure I could tell whether a F-16 or F-15 was about to gun our brains out. I laughed and told Tom to get in. I did a slow walk around and found that the plane was really a piece of shit but the engines didn't appear too bad. At least they weren't hemorrhaging oil. I climbed aboard and fiddled with the door to get it to closed, then looked behind me. There were ten identical suitcases behind the front seats. Tom had thrown our bags in the back with the shit. Whatever the shit was ? I found a tattered pilot's check list on the dash and was slowly going through it, familiarizing myself with the knobs and switches. I turned on the battery and was surprised to find the lights worked - well, at least some of them did. I asked Tom if he had a flash light and Tom produced one, saying that he always came prepared. Yea ! Right, asshole. The right engine was harder than hell to start but eventually settled into a comforting idle. I slowly taxied on to the taxi-way and figured that the plane was real heavy. I checked all four gas tanks on the way out to the end of the runway. They were all full. I did a very thorough check of the mags and the props before lining up into the wind. I figured the ... field was about three, maybe four thousand feet long so I pushed the throttles up and held the brakes until the engines developed full power. The small twin labored down the field and finally staggered into the air. I milked down a little flap towards the end but that didn't seem to help at all. I started a shallow right turn and headed out over the water. The sun had set as we arrived at the field and now it was almost dark - just a pink tinges to the sky in the west. I totally forget to ask about the weather. This time of year usually brought lots of thunderstorms to the Southeast. Oh ! Well, too late now. I leveled off at about two hundred feet and checked the mag compass with the heading indicator. "Hey ! Climb a little higher." Tom yelled above the noise of the engines. I just looked at him and shook my head from side to side. Tom yelled something again but I didn't even look at him. We were on our way. The GPS gizmo worked pretty well. Tom plugged it into the cigarette lighter and put the antennae on the dash. Fifty miles out of Jamaica, I started a shallow climb and leveled off at eight thousand feet. I felt a little more comfortable at this altitude and Tom was visibly more relaxed but if something happened, eight thousand feet was nothing, out here in the middle of the ocean or sea or what ever it was. I trimmed up the plane and took the GPS from Tom. It took me about half an hour but I finally could make a little sense of it. Someone had programmed in a lot of points ...