NINE.

CHAPTER NINE - Luther.


The dreaded weekend has finally arrived, there were sacrifices one had to make to become the greatest company in the world and a perfect example is traveling to Washington DC? I wish I could just lay in the bed and send a proxy but I want to close this deal myself. I don't know why it feels stressful maybe because I had to keep up with Miss Quinn or because I needed to stay for more than a week in a place I detested the weather but courtesy demanded being nice, though Dave would say; “fuck modesty.” I looked at my watch and saw it was just a few minutes to nine and the plane was to leave by ten, I brought out my phone and called Ken. Ken was my driver, an old but respectable gentleman, he knew I loved to feel my cars beneath me and that was why he is mostly not around; I only call him on emergencies like this.

“Hello, Boss.” A voice from the other end of the phone said.

“Hey Ken, how are you?” I asked, trying to do what usually puts me in trouble and I ended up doing what I didn't like and that was being nice.

“I am fine, thank you.”

“How are the wife and the family?” I got to stop all these pleasantries, I thought to myself.

“They are all fine sir.”

“I need you to pick up somebody and take her to my hanger.”

“Okay, Boss.”

“I will send you the address ASAP!” I did not wait for a response, before hanging up the call. I sent him the address via SMS and went into the bathroom.

As I got to the hanger and I had to wait for a couple of minutes before Ken arrived with Miss Quinn, I knew my house was closer to the hanger but they should have been here a couple of minutes earlier. I already had numerous things on my mind to worry about a timid woman coming late to the Airport.

“There was traffic on the road,” Ken explained to me and I nodded, signaling that I understood.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Morning Mr. Haastrup.” She greeted me with that senile look that she always had on.

After a couple of minutes, we were all inside my private jet, the young pilots were already inside waiting patiently for me, she got into the plane looked around like she had never been into a private jet, the young pilots were already waiting patiently for me, she got into the plane looking around like she had never been into a private jet before, but there was something despicable about this young lady that sat down opposite me. She looked like a hard safe to crack, there was a story buried under the facade she kept on, I was curious to know what was embedded under her smile.

After checking the necessities, we were on the way to Washington DC. My favorite air hostess with the name Maria came and served us drinks. I met her on a commercial flight to Germany, and we blew off a lot of steam, her boobs were enticing. She walked up to me and asked what I wanted on the plane, I looked at her and told her, "The softness from her breast," – with utmost seriousness. She noticed I was serious but did not say anything. I went to the bathroom and I didn't know she followed me until I heard someone knocking on the toilet door, I had begun to curse; to my surprise it was Maria, she walked into the toilet and held my dick, she knelt to put it in her mouth. She sucked the dick as her life depended on it, she was so epic that I cummed more than once in her mouth.

She stood up and pleased me with her boobs before trying to leave the toilet but I held her back by her waist, saying, “Not that fast baby girl.” I made her sit in the water closet, spread her legs and removed her panties.

I returned the favor after some time of eating her pussy while my other hands did the magic on her two full breasts, she started squirting and her moan became loud, I was sure, Miss. Quinn and the others could hear but I did not care. My long dick was already erected, with her legs facing the sky I began to stroke into her slowly and with time, I increased my pace. Her moan became louder than it already had been. I changed her position into a doggy style with her legs on the toilet floor. With her body language and her words, I believe she reached the apex of orgasm. Another Air hostess came knocking on the door, I opened the door and she said in a stuttering manner.

“Sir. . . I. . .thought. . . there was. . . a problem. . .” All her attention was on the long pipe that was in between my legs as she stuttered.

“Okay,” I said to her and looked back at Maria again, we began to laugh and she gave me one last blow job and received the creamy cum into her mouth, she swallowed all of it.

“I might get fired,” she said. “But it was worth it.” She added.

I smiled at her, gave her my business card and said, “If you ever get fired, come work for me, maybe we can keep having a lot of sex on my jet.”

“Why did you choose this jet for today?” She asked.

“I have a best friend called Dave, and he traveled on my other jet. Let's just say, this trip came unexpectedly.”

“So did the sex,” She said then placed her lips on mine, I loved Maria for a fact that she was wild.

“Thank you, Maria,” I said as she walked away. I walked back to the cubicle and saw Miss Quinn had visited herself, it made me curious to know if she'd had Maria scream out of pleasure from the loo. “What are you reading?” I asked her as soon as I sat beside Miss Quinn.

“It's written by Marshmallows, for breakfast by Dorothy Koomson,” she said with no expression on her face but I could tell she was annoyed. I was happy as to how she was getting provoked.

“What is it all about?” I asked, Miss Quinn was frustrated with the question.

“An easy-going lady that changed after she was raped.” That was very brief. I disliked her brief comments. I could have asked her a lot about the book but it was not worth it, so I stood up and went to the bathroom.

On my way back, I met Maria on the aisle of the jet, without thinking—I started to unzip my trousers and she figured, she came close and knelt, Miss Quinn was by my right-hand side, trying so hard to focus on the book that was in her hands, It did not bother me because Maria was a professional when it came to taking my big pipe into her mouth, she knew the perfect way to give a blowjob.

Soon, she stood up and I carried her and dropped her on the chair at the other side of the aisle from where Miss Quinn was and I began to fuck her.

“You are taking me to heaven, go faster and harder, please,” Maria screamed.

I smiled and said, “Anytime baby girl.” I continued and went faster, her Moaning was so loud, I believe even the people on land could hear her scream, I continued stroking her non-stop until her legs shook. As soon as we were done she could not stand on her feet anymore.

I was done and went to sit where I sat before and that was opposite Miss Quinn, she looked angry but remained focused on her book.

I brought out my phone and began to press on it and then I took a glance at her.

“Tell me about the book, Miss Quinn.” I smiled but she glared at me with hatred clearly in her eyes.

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