 |
By *itchbear OP Couple
over a year ago
Herefordshire |
I was on my way to the airport. Turkey was hot and humid, and I couldn’t wait to get back to civilisation where the air was cool and there was rain in the sky most days. As I walked into the airport heads turned. Yes, I had been on a shopping spree again and the slitted dress was both cool and sexy. Having just left my husband at the hotel it was going to be a lonely journey back home. I was about 4th in the Business line. Couldn’t figure out why I buy business class when they are as slow as economy class check in.
Three police men approached the counter and started rattling off in Turkish. My hairs raised up slightly as I could feel them talking about me. All my psychic powers kicked in. This was going to be another one of those days. They approached, one of the side and one straight centre. Maybe they were for the man in front of me, but I doubted it. My hackles were raised, and I wondered how I was going to get a message to my man that I was in a bit of shit street by the look on their faces. Mentally I ran through all my luggage. Nope not contraband, no unallowed items nothing that I could see that would induce a three-man escort. Well the three-man escort was exactly what I got. Straight through to the police interrogation room. No interpreter. I was told to strip… The more I asked questions about my rights the more you could feel their anger.
A woman arrived with what looked like a kaftan. Long flowing gown. “Take off clothes” was all she said. Her accent not Turkish but more Russian. I have previously messed up the Russian accents with the Lithuanian accents, so I kept quiet. “Now” was her next words. Realising that the only solution to my predicament was to through modesty to the wings and strip down to bare minimum. “Bra, Pants too”. Really friendly people these Russians. The three Turkish men seemed to get off on watching a white foreign woman remove her clothes. Once I had removed everything I was given the robe, “put on”.
Donned in white I asked again for an explanation. None was forthcoming, and my phone was in my bag which was now in the possession of the woman. “follow me”. Security was by-passed. Well hallo they had seen I have nothing to hide. We didn’t go to the terminal gates but was put on a bus with my loyal escorts. As we drove out onto the tarmac, I could see a Lear jet starting engines. I was taken to the stairs of the jet with the police men standing guard. What did they think I was going to run? “When inside remove gown”. I turned and looked at her. Something in me was bitching to come out so I said “what you not coming in too?
“No, I am on next jet., Your luggage and bags will be waiting with me”. With that I was escorted inside. Plush is but a word but by now I was stressing that I had not reached you. Another Russian met me at the top of the steps. I hadn’t even put two feet in the plane when the gown was literally taken off my back. “Welcome” (Yeah really like flying nude was an everyday occurrence). “Can I have my phone please so that I can call my husband?” No – another plane and blunt answer.
“Inside, he is waiting”. Who is waiting, what is he waiting for and why the fuck am I naked. I am as kinky as the next one, but this was a bit hard to swallow even for me and I had no contact with you. “We send message to husband. We have you and you safe.” Safe was I every going to get home safely? With trepidation I called my guides closer to walk through the curtain that separates the Lear jet from the galley. He had his back to me, but the arrogance was there, I knew this man from tv. He looked so familiar. He turned and gave a smile. “Welcome” he said. Second welcome in as many minutes. “What am I doing here? ““I wanted some entertainment for my trip to England and I thought you might enjoy a quicker ride”. Really doing what. He was fully clothed staring at me. Well two could play this game. “You took my mobile and my husband is worried as we talk all the time”. He smiled, truly the devil had a smile like that somewhere. “You husband, Dennis Broach, he works EMAP right? We been watching you for days now. My people will let him know you my sex slave for the journey home.”
“Sex slave? I don’t think so. You let me speak to him freely, I give freely. No freely I make you suffer.” He laughed at that. He handed me his phone. “Call him” I dialled his number.
“Honey, I am hitching a lift with the owner of a Lear jet going to London. You know I always wanted to do the Mile High in a Lear so thought I would take the opportunity. Will mean I am home a bit earlier. Nice crowd here, will see if there are any takers to making it happen. Talk when I get home”. He replied, “enjoy glad you safe, was getting worried.” As I handed the phone back I knew he had gotten all the little tell tales signs that I was going to have sex. Probably with the most powerful man on this planet at present.
“Freely right” he said. “Freely” I replied as I sat down to take off the metal of the seat belt against my naked stomach.
The minute we were in the air the steward asked if there was anything they could bring us. Nothing that I could think of, I was not hungry nor thirsty. I knew I had to deliver and that scared the shit out of me. What would happen if he didn’t like what he got. Fuck what would happen if he did and wanted more.
As I unclicked my belt, I moved across to him side of the plane. “isn’t it time you got naked?” I asked. He just looked at me. Unzipped his pants and revealed his cock… As I looked down I could feel my fanny tighten, fuck me. he had a good size, I could see the veins pulse and it seemed I was the only one that was going to be naked. I got down on my knees, I licked the tip of his head in my mouth. He carried on with the work he had been doing since take off. I licked into the slit of his cock and felt more than saw the reaction of the intake of breath. He was affected but didn’t want to show it. I lowered my head down, slowly lathering all his hard shaft, till my hand held the balls and his cock in my mouth I could move back up. Slowly deep breathing through my nose not to gag, I repeated the movement only this time applying subtle pressure to the base of his cock, I could feel the pre-cum dribble in my mouth. His hand reached under the table and into my hair, forcing my mouth to go deeper on his shaft. I had to stop myself from gagging. You are the deep throater between us and he was huge. His cock just about fitted in my hand never mind my mouth. He applied pressure and I sucked harder. Closing my lips over his shaft and sucking then running my tongue in his slit. He seemed to like that. I looked up at him from the ground, his eyes were watching me. That was unnerving and exciting. He raised my head off his cock and lifted me up. Fuck he was stronger than I had given him credit for. “Get on”. With pleasure. He was no longer a powerful man of Russia, he was a hot throbbing cock that needed my pussy to be filled by. As I sat on his lap my knees next to his body that I could ride him, he grabbed my hair and thrust me forward. His tongue invaded my mouth before I could get a grasp of breath. He was hot and wet and tasted of light vodka. Still his eyes watched me. I started to ride him like a bull rider on a new cow. I could feel him grow inside me. he moved his mouth to my nipples and bit down. Fuck that was sore. But I suppose it was punishment for his enjoyment of whatever. He stopped suddenly. Looked at me and stood up. (Had I done something wrong?) He lifted me easily enough and bent me over the table by his chair. Bent forward I couldn’t see his face, but the smack that whacked across my bottom was enough for me to understand that he truly did like the harsh things in life. My hair pulled back from my face with his hands, he cock just riding between my lips, he slathered something on my bum. Oh no, I was going to have anal. I hated anal that was punishment and painful. I could feel his cock riding the liquid between my cheeks and then entering my fanny. Then back between the cheeks and back to fanny. I have to say it I was getting wetter as it was just mild penetration. Then my cheeks could feel a stretch. I anticipated the pain but there was none, only a sense of fullness. As his cock entered my arse I could feel his fingers on my clit. Stroking the nub making my juices flow. “You my bitch, right?” When I didn’t answer he stopped. God don’t stop fuck that is nice. “Say it”. “I am your bitch for now”. Only for now in my mind. His cock liked that. Pulsed and pushed again. His fingers seemed to be everywhere then. I couldn’t think straight I was so close to a shower that I was panting hard. He stopped, geez was I never going to get there. He wasn’t finished, he turned me over and put my bum on the table and his head between my legs. In his hands was a mini dildo. He pushed it into my anus. Still full but pleasurable now that I was off my legs. Then he brought his mouth down to my clit and I shot spasm after spasm all over his face.
At this stage I woke up… Was this a dream or would there be more
|
