He moaned out deeply, his dick throbbing and stretching my narrow canal around his girth.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucked, Sarah,” he said so crassly. But all I could think of was the honour of being this rich and famous man’s finest moment.
I could barely believe my ears, but he sounded so genuine, so heartfelt, that I couldn’t imagine it being a lie.
And even if it was, I didn’t regret it.
The turbulence got heavier, until I was clinging to him, my body grinding against his so desperately.
“I need you!” I cried out.
“Take me, Sarah!” he cried out, thrusting harder, faster, so very, very deeper. “Take all of me!” he bellowed, his cock swelling inside me as our bodies slapped together hard and fast, the moist smack of our loins meeting filling the air as he took me like a savage animal. The whole plane shaking about us as if we made the very sky quake with our bareback rutting.
I was getting disoriented, dizzy, my mind hazy with lust as I clung to him like my life depended on it. Like he was my everything.
My nails clung to his back, putting little half-moons into his skin as he slammed into me so hard I worried we might break the expensive sofa.
James had no such worry, he was focussed utterly upon me. On ravaging my body as he thrust and mauled me, rubbed my clit with his hard thumb and groaned so lewdly. He thrust so hard my body bucked, and his harsh voice filled the air.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunted out. “I need to cum in you, Sarah,” he said, incessantly provoking my delicate clit all the while, attempting to bring me to climax.
The rational, logical part of me was so far gone, she wasn’t even on the same continent as me any longer.
Instead, I was the woman shouting, “Yes! Yes!” daring the pilots to hear me, to put a stop to us.
My legs crushed around his hips, holding him against me deep and then there was only bliss as I toppled over the edge of pleasure. My body tensed, squeezing his cock within me as I screamed out his name, my muscles and nerves filled with such amazing sensations that I hadn’t felt in so long!
As the waves of slick honey coated his cock and ran down to his balls, he let loose such a loud, boisterous moan of his own. His body tensed, his dick stiffened and swelled inside me, and he thrust in for one big, final push.
I could see his neck tense, the veins bulge out on it as he cried out, and then his virile shaft spewed its rich seed. The thick gouts of creamy spunk filled me up, his whole body tensing and locking with mine as he seeded my womb with his potent cum.
“Ohhh fuck Sarah! You’re so gorgeous,” he cried out amid his own tidal wave of pleasure.
He held me there, lost to the blur of pleasure, for so long. I lost count of the orgasms as they ripped through me, one crashing into the next.
I didn’t even have the power of speech any longer, it was just primal moans and growls of pleasure that barely sounded human. My nails raked his skin, and I knew he’d be red from them for days, but it was beyond me to care.
The two of us were drawn down to our primal states, like two animals in heat and we rode it out to the end, until we were a united, sweaty, panting mess. And the plane was slowly descending towards the ground.
The Captain’s voice resounded about us.
“We are descending now, and we’ll be arriving in just a few short minutes. Thank you for putting your trust in me.”
But there was another man I’d put my trust in that flight.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. But once we landed, James did the unthinkable: he contacted my employers, arranged for me to have paid time off to come visit his cabin with him. I couldn’t believe it, it was like out of a fairy tale, but I was overjoyed.
It was hard, rustic living there, but oh so satisfying. There was something wholesome about getting your hands dirty, making and building things yourself. I understood immediately why he enjoyed it so much.
But all good things had to come to an end, and eventually I had to return to my normal life. It was funny, the obnoxious men on my flights no longer bothered me like they used to. They weren’t able to get under my skin any longer.
And it wouldn’t be the last time I was swept away to James’ private cabin.
Half a year later, there I was again, standing side by side with him, overlooking the lake. His big, brawny arm about me as I cradled my swollen pregnant belly. And watched the glimmer of the fattest diamond ring I’d ever seen upon my finger.
Sometimes dreams really do come true.
The Fertile Tour Guide