Mile High

Bain:

“Found her. Meet me in London.”

Staring at the last text message Peyton sent me about fifteen hours ago, interrupting my mid-afternoon “fuck-fest” with Krystal and her friend April, leaving me with a “Fucked up” mood and an even more “Fucked up” case of blue balls.

“Would you like another rum and coke?” The chesty flight attendant hummed, running her tanned hand along my bicep with a gentle squeeze as her black lacy bra peeked seductively from behind her blue suit jacket.

“Yes, Mary. That would be nice.” Tilting my head to the side as her ass brushed along my shoulder, slipping my hand up between her thighs feeling the slight shutter as she turned slowly to not make a scene.

“Anything else, sir?” Her chunky blonde highlights pulled back into a secretary bun, turning her engine red lips towards me with a sultry smile.

Motioning to her to lean forward as my groin screamed for release, and I would rather it be by mouth or pussy, so let’s see if the “good” flight attendant excels in customer satisfaction.

“Have you ever joined the “Mile High Club”?” Whispering softly into her ear, licking her earlobe slowly with a quick flick to her diamond stud as she suppressed a moan between her red lips.

“That’s a “Good Girl” don’t want to disturb the other flyers.” Smirking darkly against the rim of my rum coke as she stood up, looking around the cabin as most of first-class napped or were engrossed in their electronics.

“Give me, Ten.” She mouthed softly with a flirty wink as she started to cart off towards the other passengers.

“Can you handle “Ten”.” Laughing dryly as her brown eyes snapped over her shoulder with a deep blush dusting along her cheeks.

Setting my watch for ten minutes, while I leaned back and enjoyed the stary night sky with a refreshed rum coke and soon-to-be “nut” in the “whore” that looked like she had extra mileage, but it still could get the job done.

Exhaling deeply…buzz…buzz…groaning as my phone displayed a message.

“BAIN! Where are you? You just left without finishing. April and I had to improvise.” Smirking at the muted video of both girls fucking with the double-sided dildo like the “whores” they were.

Deleting the message, sending a quick text to Peyton.

“About an hour out. Mile High.”

Switching back over to silent mode, finishing off my drink as Mary shuffled around in the gally with an older gentleman. Both laughing about “whatever” as my watch beeped to life, signaling to my erection to awaken.

Slipping from my seat with a cramped stretch, looking around the cabin as I casually made my way to the “loo” making sure Mary saw me.

“About Fucking time.” Rason grumbled from the shadows, closing the flimsy paneled door with the standard slid bolt.

Cheap much.

“Fuck that God Damn door, and the “Fucking cum factory on legs”, go find me Elicia.” His sharp, pearly razors snapped through the shadows as his translucent amber eyes glowed angerly against his deep red coat and mammoth girth.

She was a special “prize” to both of us.

“What do you think I am doing?” Scoffing back annoyed as a soft knock sounded, smoothly opening the door like no one was in here as she slid into the bathroom with a fury.

Quickly undoing her buttons, allowing her black lace covered breasts free like it was breathing air, smoothly moving in as her lips captured mine in a rushing heat.
Flipping her around with my hand along her throat, licking my “bear tongue” along her jugular, looking up into the mirror as her chest raised and dropped erratically.

“Watch.” Commanding her firmly as she dropped her sex hazed eyes to the mirror.

Slowly rolling up her pencil skirt with a firm smack, muffled by my body against the door, which was the thinnest panel of the room.

Why do you think people get busted?

Simple commonsense and building construction, or in this case, aviation knowledge, which this little “beauty” knew because of her occupation.

“Age?” Slipping my finger along the material of her thong like a pencil gliding under a string, yanking upward to pull the material tight against her clit for just the right amount of pressure.

Inhaling her intoxicating arousal as her juices seeped slowly from her core.

Unsnapping my stone washed jeans with a predatory silence, allowing my twitching cock to spring free.

This could go two ways: either pummel her pussy so “Fucking Marvelous” she invites me back to her place or bury it deep in her throat, while I finger fucked her for her phone number because she was a liability.

“Thirty.” Her natural medium pitched voice, cracked between her lips as she stifled a moan with a playful bite along her smooth ass cheek.

Fucking marvelous!

Sniffing along her neck to determine if she was “human or supernatural”, because a human can’t handle the initial bite, screaming out in agony as the venom attacks their red blood cells to accommodate for the beast. Biting enough behind her ear, along the hair line to slice her with a fang to taste her blood.

“Yum! Witch.” Biting into her collarbone as my throbbing shaft slammed into her depths, suppressing her scream that threatened to wreck our little party with my muscular palm.

Oh, YEAH! Still enough tightness.

Biting deeper, tasting the sweet twang of my venom mixing seductively with her blood as her walls quivered and quacked around my throbbing shaft, using the sink edge for resistance.

Shivering with the dark rush as my balls released the agonizing ache with a guttural groan. Slamming deeper into her depths as her body released a tsunami of spasms, coating the floor in our cum as she collapsed into the mirror, fogging the reflective surface with her hot panting breaths.

“Bl-oody, Fuc-king Marvelous.” Her voice whispered out, dislodging from her with a satisfied smile as she quickly grabbed towels, wetting them to clean me off.

“Better? JACKOFF!” Rason roared from the shadows, rolling my eyes at his obvious attitude like a little child being told “no” and the parents doing shit to correct the attitude.

“Yes. Now, I can focus on my task. Elicia.” Smiling arrogantly at his pissed-off stare, tucking my cock back into my jeans with a triumphant zip.

Looking at my watch with a tilted smirk as “Mary” put herself back together with a quick sweep of her lipstick and pucker, while she adjusted her cloths and hair.

“How long?” She asked softly, unbolting the latch with a steady hand.

“Ten.” Laughing smugly, exiting the “loo” in time to hear the mechanical ding to “fasten seatbelts” as everyone began to stir and resume normal flying stance.

Skipping smoothly back to my seat like nothing ever happened, clicking my belt with a clear mind.

“Not quiet.” His annoying voice wouldn’t stop.

“Go back to your “hole”.” Hissing back smugly as he disappeared into the shadows.

At times, being a bear was awesome, other times, well, just a fucking annoyance.

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Mary slipped her number in my pocket as we departed ways, unknown to her, that “little bite” linked her to me and only me, and I would know if she slept with someone else so the punishment could begin.

That’s how Elicia walked back into my life, after I marked her our freshman year. Krystal had slept with my childhood friend Scott, while out hunting in his truck.

At the time, the auditorium was the only place quiet enough to think between Rason’s constant bitching and the fact my friend slept with my girlfriend, knowing damn well he could have any other girl.

Was the “juice worth the squeeze”?”

Elicia had entered through the stage right door, walking over to the grand piano with a bright glimmer in her eye as she pulled the black sheet away like a Bull Fighter.
From the first key stroke, I was trapped in a strange trance as each note played to a troubled part of my heart.

Frustration, set in as she used her curves and dance to play me along with only a few close calls of tasting that sweet cherry she guarded with her life. MC was more of a pain in the ass, and that fucking bitch, Bailey.

She’s my next target.

“Bain.” Peyton’s voice woke me from my mind trap as he pulled outside of the Fine Arts dance building.

Jumping out as he programed the GPS with Elicia’s address.

Peyton disappeared into the building to intercept her as she arrived for her “morning workout” before her classes started later in the day.

Pulling out as the mechanical male spoke the directions, already hating this place as a “Human Condom” on a bicycle, whizzed out in front of me, causing an abrupt squeal of the tires as the “Fucktard” kicked the grill to Peyton’s Mercedes SUV.

Fucking Limey Bastards!

American drivers are nowhere close to these bastards.

Finally, pulling up two houses down from the classic British styled two-story as a silver Audi Q5 pulled away. Smiling smugly as Elicia hopped excitedly to the black mini with a happy chirp of the lights, quickly adjusting herself before squealing the tires.

Pulling up to the house like I was a visiting guest with a key, grabbing my carry-on from the back seat.

“Fucking Threaten Me.” Laughing darkly, picking the lock making it look like I was struggling with the keys jiggling from my hand as the lock clicked open.