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Subject: {ASSM} Best Job in the World. Part I M/F Several episodes
Date: Fri,  8 Feb 2002 13:10:13 -0500
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This is a work of erotic fiction.  Any resemblance of
the people and events depicted in this story to actual
people and events is strictly coincidental.

This story is for the private enjoyment of out
audience. 
Any distribution of the description and accounts of
this story without the express permission of the
commissioner is prohibited.  No animal were harmed in
making this story.  
*******

I  am about to retire from the best job in the world. 
There is no mandatory retirement age for a commercial
jet pilot, but there are mandatory medical exams twice
a year, and my blood pressure is getting up there and
my cholesterol is harder to control.   Besides, now I
can retire because of some lucky investments during
the dot com explosion.   Finally, I can now marry
Sherry, who is the most beautiful girl in the world.  
More about Sherry later.
	This is the best job in the world because there is a
real kick in leaping around the world  at 450 knots,
flying 41,000 feet above land.  Flying is a great way
to see the world, and a great way to meet chicks.  I
have wanted to fly since I was a boy,  and not many of
us get to do what we
wanted our whole lives.  Today I fly for an executive
air charter service.  You may have seen ads for us in
The Wall Street Journal and other business
publications.  The job offers more opportunity for
travel and adventure than most pilot positions, even
though being a command pilot for a big international
air line may pay more money.
	Like many pilots, I started in the Air Force back in
the sixties.  My first major assignment, was to fly a
B-52 over Viet Nam.   We flew back and forth  between
Guam and Bangkok, Thailand and dropped a few bombs
over North Viet Nam along the way.   I still don't
understand the point of why we did that, but we did.  
In retrospect,  the war makes even less sense now than
it did then.  We now know that we could have won the
war with a small fraction of the casualties if we only
had greater faith in capitalism. 	
	The best parts of that duty was that it gave us a
chance to fly the best airplane in the world, and it
gave us Bangkok.  That town should have been called
Bangcock, because that is what we did.  That is where
I learned the fine points of sex.
	On one visit to a brothel, some of my buddies just
wanted someone to give them a blow job.  But I wanted
something more.  A number of girls came up to us,
flirting in a heavy handed way.  Even though the girls
had the high collars of  Asian dress, the tops were
open, revealing their boobs, and the bottoms were
slit, showing their legs.  None of them appealed to
me.  One of the ladies in charge asked me what I
wanted.
	"I want a girl who will be my sex slave for the
night.   Some one who will do exactly as I say, "  I
said to her.  I was not a virgin at the time, but I
wanted to get a great deal more experience.  
	She told me to wait.  A few minutes later, she came
up holding a pretty, shy girl by the arm.  The madam
told me the girl's name, but it was some long Thai
name, so I just called the her Sami.  She said Sami
would do anything I asked for $50 dollars, provided I
didn't beat her.  I said I had no intention of hitting
her, provided she was obedient, and paid the money. 
The madam gave me a room key, and we went upstairs.
	In the room, I again told Sami that she should obey
me completely, and I would hit her if she didn't.  
	"Do you understand?"  I asked.  	
	She nodded, her face still down.
	"What are you going to do?"   I demanded.
	"What ever you tell me to do, boss," she said
quietly.
	"And what happens if you disobey me?"
	"You will hit me, boss."
	"Do you want me to hit you?"
	"No."
	"No, what?"
	"No, boss."
	"Good.  You are here to make me happy and to give me
pleasure.  Take off your dress. And do it in a way
that might make me happy.  I want to see what I'm
getting for $50."
	I sat on the bed and watched her.  She unbuttoned her
dress quickly, without trying to be sexy. 
	I said, "Wait.  Slow down.  Try to make me happy when
you strip."  
	She opened her buttons, and slowly took the dress
over her head.  As I expected, all she was wearing
under the dress were some thin panties.   I got up and
started to inspect her.  I touched her breasts.  I
then covered them with both hands to get firm feel.  I
kissed her on the cheek, and then bent down and kissed
each breast.  I then went behind her and grabbed her
breasts more forcefully.  I pulled her back and
pinched her breasts to the point that she grimaced
slightly.  I then put my left hand on her breast and
reached down with my right to her panties.  I put my
hand inside and felt her bush.  
	"Open your legs so I can put my finger in your slit,"
 I said.
	She did.  I put a finger into her.  She closed her
eyes as I started to finger her.  I then said, "I'm
going to pull down your panties, now.  Don't move
until I tell you to."
	I pulled down her panties, and then went in front to
kiss her pussy.  She started to moan, so I said,
"Stop.  Don't move until I tell you do."  I went back
to her pussy.  I could tell she was fighting the
opportunity to react to what I was doing.
	I then stood up went to the bed.  "Help me take off
my clothes.  I want to be naked so I can fuck you."  	
	She unbuttoned my shirt and helped me take off my
undershirt.  She then undid my belt and untied my
shoes.  After she lowered my slacks, I was standing in
just my shorts.  
	"Kneel down and pull our my prick"  I commanded. 
"Suck it and kiss it like you love it."
	She knelt down and pulled my shorts down.  She then
opened her mouth and covered me with it.  As shy as
she was, she was obviously practiced at giving head. 
She used her lips to provide extra suction as she went
back and forth on me. I grabbed her head and started
to fuck her face.  But even though I was getting very
excited, I did not want to cum in her mouth.  So I
pulled out and said, "Get on the bed.   I want to fuck
you the real way, now."
	I know I should have used a condom, but I was so
excited I did care.  I threw her on the  bed and threw
myself on top of her.  I entered her easily and thrust
up all the way.  
	"Put your legs over my shoulders, "  I ordered.  "I
want to have complete access to your cunt."
	With her legs in the air, all she could do was take
it.  And  I gave it.  I could tell she was getting
excited in spite of her self.  I pinched her tits as a
I rocked between her legs.  With each thrust, I raised
her up in  the air.  I kept pushing as hard as I could
until I felt the cum start to boil in my balls.  I
grunted through each eruption of cum as it poured into
her pussy.  She seemed to like what was happening to
her, but she did not have an orgasm.  
	After that, I went to the bathroom, but I said I
wasn't finished with her yet.  I sat down on the bed
to play with her pussy.  I told her not to move as I
rubbed her clit.  She was having trouble keeping
still.   As the tension built in her face, I finally
said,"Okay, baby, let it out."  And I thrust three
fingers into her slit.  She was panting and grunting,
so I was sure she came hard.
	I still did not want her to get up.  Instead, I
climbed on top of her and place my  prick between her
tits.  She was small, like most Asians, but it was
enough for me.  
	"Suck it as I fuck your tits,"  I ordered.  She did
her best to comply.  She leaned forward as my prick
hit her chin and tried to grab me with her lips.  I
pulled back, since I did not want to make it easy for
her.  I continued rubbing my prick between her tits,
and squeezed them together to build my pleasure.  It
felt great, moving back and forth on top of her as she
tried vainly to reach me.   Finally, as I felt my cum
start to rise, I moved forward and jammed my prick
into her mouth.  My cum flowed over her tongue, as she
desperately tried to swallow it.  Some of it oozed
over her chin onto the pillow.  I let her get up so
she could go to the bathroom to clean up.
	Over the next few months, I spent several nights with
Sami and her fellow whores.  I learned about various
positions and how to make a woman happy.  I learned
how to control my orgasm to increase my pleasure,
while maintaining her's.  
	After Viet Nam, we were transferred to nuclear
deterrent duty in North Dakota.  This meant spending
hours on the runway  several times a week, in all
weather, waiting for a take off order that never came.
  We realized that the more we were ready and willing
to kill and die, the less likely we were to kill and
die.  It makes sense strategically, but not
psychologically.   Some guys went bonkers with boredom
and tension.  Many got married, just to have something
to do. I wish I had found a suitable woman then, but I
didn't.  When my tour of duty was over, I was happy to
leave the Air Force.

					*******
	Like many ex pilots, I tried to join a commercial
airline.  I got a position as first officer (co-pilot)
for a major carrier, generally flying jets like the
Boeing 727 and Douglas DC-9.   Commercial aviation has
been described as 99% routine and 1% panic.  The panic
comes when things don't work or the weather collapses.
 But if you prepare and train properly, the
emergencies become routine, too.
	What is not routine is the flight attendant.   It is
a myth that most flight attendants will put out for
any pilot, but it is not  hard to find ones who do.  
On my second month on the job, we were cruising at
37,000 en route to  Buffalo, N. Y. when one of the
flight attendants entered the cockpit.  The pilot
looked at her, smiled, and said to me, "Your
airplane,"   which meant that I had watch the machine
that was flying the plane.  The pilot got up and moved
to a jump seat behind him.  The flight attendant then,
squatted down on the floor, opened his fly and
extracted his prick.  She took the whole thing in her
mouth and started bobbing up and down.  The pilot
grabbed her head to control her motion.  
	She kept going for several minutes, until the pilot
yelled, "Yeah, honey, I'm almost here.  Here I cum." 
	She kept most of the cum in her mouth as he spouted
into her.  As soon as he was done, she tucked his
prick back inside, zipped him up, and stood up.  She
winked at me suggestively, but I said, "Some other
time.  I believe in the fly now, play later plan."  
The pilot frowned at me for that, but the flight
attendant, who I later found out was named Janet,
smiled and left the cockpit.
	I found out more about Janet when we were on a flight
to Cleveland.  The weather began to worsen as we made
our approach, and by the time we landed, we were just
over the minimum in terms of visibility.   The airport
was gearing up for a major winter storm, would
probably close.   Our plan to just board new
passengers and return to Philadelphia was aborted.  
In fact, it took us several hours to just get to a
motel in Cleveland where we could spend the night.
	Since we obviously weren't going anywhere, we settled
down in the motel lounge for drinks.   The pilot, Jim,
was a straitlaced sort, but he enjoyed a few beers,
and the flight attendants, Janet, Kim, and Nora, were
getting silly.   I enjoyed flirting with Janet, since
I knew what she could do.  After dinner, I invited her
back to my room.   As soon as I sat on the bed, she
was on me.
	"What are you doing?"  I asked.
	"What you want me to do.   The same thing I did for
that pilot outside of Buffalo."  She replied.
	With that, she unzipped my slacks and pulled them
down.  She then  pulled down my shorts and grabbed my
prick.   At first she just played with it,  but then
she decided to kiss it all over.  We both watched it
grow in her hands.  She smiled at me and said, "I am
now going to give you the blow job of your life."
	She very slowly took my prick into her mouth.  She
was going to take her time, which was fine by me.  
She used her lips to create a suction around my prick
which felt wonderful.  She moved up and down very
slowly.  I didn't touch her head, because I wanted her
to do it her way.
She increased her speed and pressure very gradually,
until finally she was sucking on me like an ice cream
cone.  Which suck, my pleasure increased.  I wasn't
sure how long I could last.  Finally, I just wanted to
let it go.  I was screaming with pleasure.  I rocked
my hips, throwing myself into her.  Cum poured out me
like a fire hose, drenching her mouth.  But she took
it all, and swallowed every drop.  Then she smiled.
	"That was yummy."  She said.
	"That was wonderful.  That really was one of the best
blow jobs ever.   Did you like it? " I asked.
	"Oh yes.  Delicious.   Cum is an acquired taste, like
Scotch or haggis.  Fortunately for both of  us, I've
acquired  it.  You were especially yummy.  Some men
are bitter, but you were sweet and pungent."	
  	" I never liked haggis.  Now get undressed so I can
return the favor."   I said.
	She got up.  "No, I'm happy just giving you
pleasure."  She said.
	"Don't you want me to touch you, and pleasure you?" 
I asked.
	"No.  My pleasure is your pleasure.  I just want to
be of service. I don't want anything else."  She said.
  And then she got ready to leave.
	"Janet, I have never met a woman who didn't want
anything.  You surprise me.  Let me know if you ever
need anything.   You are the best cock sucker I have
ever met."
	"Thank you,"  She said, smiling, and left the room.
	I later found out that Janet was well known for just
wanting to give blow jobs.  I had a number of dates
with her, which all ended the same way, with her
between my knees giving my prick a joy ride.  I was
great, but I felt too passive.  My break came,
however, when Janet got me into several company
orgies.
	The orgies were held at a ranch owned by one of the
senior pilots.  He held several each year.  Because
all of us had gone through a thorough physical,  we
knew we are all healthy and safe.  
	The star of the company orgies was Theresa.  I never
met a woman who loved to fuck as much as she did.  
She would fuck a door knob if she could.  For her, one
man was rarely enough. At one orgy, she literally
challenged all comers.  She said she would take any
man in the house,  either singly or in pairs, in any
position.  The men drew lots to see who were get to
her first.  All the other women sat around, egging her
on.   She said that any man who could get her to cum
would get a special treat. 
	She rapidly stripped naked, and walked to the largest
bed in the room.  I thought I would feel sorry for the
guy who got her last because she would be worn out,
but I needn't have worried.   I forget what order I
was in, but I was somewhere in the middle of the
group.  I figured she was the kind of woman who just
indulged in the stimulation, so the more she was
stimulated, the better.
	The guy before me had her humping  on top of him.  I
guess he figured he could make her cum that way.  But
he was having such a good time, he couldn't hold it,
and gushed up into her after only a few minutes. 
During that time, I stripped and asked the girl next
to me to help get me up.  She touched my prick a few
times, and that did it.  
	I went up to Theresa and said, "You are the sluttiest
bitch in town.  I'm going to take you from behind,
like the bitch you are.  Now bend over."
	I then slapped her on the ass a few times, to let her
know I was serious.   She bent over on the bed as
spread her legs.  I pushed into cunt as hard as I
could.  She was already well lubricated from her
previous studs.  As I pushed into her I said,
"Theresa, say it, I'm a filthy bitch."
	"I'm a filthy bitch, " she said.
	"Say, I'm a slut,"  I ordered, as I kept slamming
into her.
	"I'm a slut."  she cried.
	I continued to slam into her.  I pinched her tits and
pulled her hair.  I grabbed her shoulders and pulled
her toward me.
	"Say, I'm  slutty bitch."  I ordered again.
	"I'm a slutty bitch, " she said,  getting short of
breath.
	"I want you to cum.  I want you to yell bitch when
you do."
	She screamed, "Bitch, bitch, bitch."
	The other people in the room were chanting, "Bitch,
bitch, bitch."
	I knew I could control myself as long as necessary. 
I just kept  pumping her, slapping her and pinching
her until she couldn't take it any more.
	She screamed, "Your smutty bitch is cumming.  Harder,
harder, Yessss."  She pushed back me hard, as her eyes
went wide with pleasure.   I kept at her until I was
sure she was finished.  But I didn't stop.  I wanted
her to cum again, and I wanted to cum with her.  But
pushing her over the edge was too much.  Soon I  felt
my balls erupt, filling her completely.  She also felt
it, and let another orgasm engulf her body.  We pushed
each other until we were empty.  
	I was satisfied with myself as I pulled out of her
until she said.  "That was very nice. Next?"
	Every guy in the room had his way with her.  Some
went on to screw some of the other women in the room,
too.  Afterword, she told me that my reward would be a
night with her some other time.  I accepted and made a
date for a month later.  We fucked three times, and
I'm sure she could have done more, but I was tired
out.
	Another orgy was Halloween.  The host had organized a
toga and slave party.  The men dressed up like Roman
senators, and the women wore very short dresses, like
slaves.  The women would be auctioned off, with the
proceeds benefiting a local hospital.  Not
surprisingly, many of the men bid on Theresa. 
Finally, several pooled their funds and bid on her
together.  She made several thousand dollars for the
hospital that night.  I decided to bid on some of the
other woman, because I could not afford to bid on
Theresa.  I like to have a woman to myself, and not
share her with others.
	Finally, I got a buxom blond for just two hundred,
which was all I could afford.  My blond was named
Candy, and she was kind of sweet.  She sat with me
during the rest of the auction, fondling my prick
under my toga.  
	She said, "This is going to be fun.  I get to fuck
you and the hospital makes money."
	I did not want to rush things.  I wanted to see what
the other couples were doing.   Two pilots had Janet
kneeling between them, going back and forth sucking
each of them.  Other couples were feeling each  other
up.  Theresa and her studs had left the room.  I just
sat there, fondling Candy's ample boobs, and putting a
finger on her slit.
	Finally, I pulled her up and we went into the garden.
 "Pull down my shorts, and play with it," I said.
	She eagerly complied.  She kissed my prick and and
got it excited.  
	"Can we fuck now?  I want you in my cunt, not my
mouth. "  She asked.
	"You bet.  Pull off that flimsy slave dress and lie
down on that chair."
	It was a warm night for October.  She quickly doffed
her dress and stretched out on the lounge chair.  She
raised her legs in the air, so I could get complete
access to her pussy.  I bent down to give it a kiss.  
I wanted to get her very excited before we started
fucking.
	"Hurry up and put it in me."  She demanded.
	I kept licking her cunt.   
	"Hurry up, or I'll cum without you."  She was
insistent.
	I got up and put my prick at the entrance of her
cunt."
	"Beg me for it,"  I said.
	"Yes, put it in me."
	"Mind your manners.  What do you say?"
	"Please.  Please fuck me."
	"Well, since you said please."
	With that I pushed all the way in.  She smiled at me,
knowing that I would fulfill her wish.  Soon we were
pumping away at each other.  She met every thrust.  
	"Fuck me as hard as you can.  I'm going to cum.  I
am. I am."
	I kept slamming into her until I started to cum, too.
 "I'm there, too."  I cried, and started to grunt with
each squirt of cum.  After that we lay together for a
while.  Then I got up and started to fuck her tits. 
They completely engulfed my prick, so they were as
warm as her cunt itself.  I kept plowing between her
boobs, until another orgasm oozed its way out of me,
and flowed all over her chest.  
	"You have the best boobs of any one."  I said.
	"Yes.  I am proud of them.  You can do that to them
anytime."  She replied.   
	I went to several more orgies, but I was a bit
frustrated with the job.  I could wait until I could
get promoted to captain, but I wanted it now.  
Besides, commercial jets just went to the same places
over and over.   I wanted more  variety.  So I
accepted a position as captain on an executive jet,
working for a charter service.  The money as less than
I would have made had I waited to become a commercial
captain, but I could get it now.  And besides, as it
turned out, the ups and downs of the commercial market
(no pun intended) reduced job security.  I missed the
orgies, but I found ways to make up for it.

					********

	The charter service leased out Lear Jets for most of
our customers, but we also had Canadair Challenger
601's and Hawker 125's and 700's for our longer
routes, of if we wanted to carry more passengers. 
Canadair and Lear are not divisions of Bombardier, but
they were separate back in the eighties.  Perhaps
you've seen our ads in the Wall Street Journal and
other business magazines.  We're based in Teterboro,
New Jersey.
	I have found that just mentioning the fact that I'm a
pilot is a great pick up line.  As you know, most pick
ups are liars.  Imagine the kick I get from telling
the truth.
	For example, I was in a bar on the East side in New
York City.  I overheard two men bragging about their
flying exploits to three women.  Realizing that the
men were outnumbered, I went over to join them.  
	I asked one of the men, "What do you fly?"
	He said, "Mostly those big Boeing 747's."
	"Which model do you fly mostly, 200's , 400's,  or
500's?"  I asked.
	"We fly all of them,"   the second man said.
	There are no model 500's, but I didn't want to call
the man out in front of these three pretty girls.
	He went on to ask me, "Do you fly too?"
	"Yes, I do."
	"And what do you fly?"  the first man asked.
	"Mostly Lear  Jets.  They are not as big as your 747,
but they are a lot sexier."
	A pretty brunette said, "I've never even seen a Lear
Jet.  What is it?"
	I answered, "It's about twice as long a car, but
narrower, with two turbofans on the aft fuselage."
	Second man said, "Don't you love when their rudders
get stuck in a right turn."
	I said, "Come on.  You should know that if the rudder
got stuck the plane would crash, unless you really
know what you're doing."
	The women laughed at that, but the second man felt a
bit funny.  
	The brunette said, "Are you really a pilot?"
	I said, "Sure."   and pulled out my business card.  I
gave one to each of them, including the men.  I then
said to the women, "I'd like your phone numbers, too."
  I turned to brunette, "Especially, yours."
	The brunette looked at my card, and said, "My  name
is Beth.  I work in Wall Street in administration." 
She then wrote her phone number on another card and
handed it to me.  By the way she looked at them,  the
other women decided not to give me their number, too. 

	The two men looked at us, and started to walk away. 
The two other women moved away too, leaving me with
Beth.
	"Are you going to ask me out?"  Beth asked.
	"Of course.  That's why I asked  for your number."
	"When?"
	I pulled out my note book.  
	"I'm going to California tomorrow after noon, and
I'll be back on Wednesday.  Then I'm going to Florida
for the weekend.  How about Thursday?  Unless I get a
last minute booking, I should be clear."
	She grabbed to notebook.  She saw that I had flights
scheduled for several months.
	"How about now?  I want to see this airplane.  If
you're not telling me the truth, you are the biggest
con man in the city. " She said.
	"Okay.  Let's go.  I am telling the truth.   It's
easier than lying. "
	Beth signaled to her friends that she was going with
me, and that they had my card, in case anything
happened to her.
	We went outside and I hailed a cab.  I gave the
driver an address on the West Side.
	"Where are we going?  I thought you said the plane is
in New Jersey."  She said.
	"To my car.  I park it over there,  since it is easy
to get on the West Side Highway, and I'm not always
sure where I'll end up in the city."
	We got in my car, and I drove to New Jersey.  We
passed my apartment in Fort Lee.  When we arrived at
the airport, I told the night manager that I wanted to
show one of the planes to a client.  He saw Beth in
her tight slacks and snug top and realized what I
wanted.  I took a key and we walked to one of the Lear
36A's.
I pulled down the air stair and asked Beth to come
aboard.  When she got in, I closed the air stair, and
started to show her around.  I showed her the cabin,
the small kitchen, the head, and the cockpit.
	"This is neat.  I've always been fascinated by jets,
but the only time I've been on one is when we visit my
grandmother in Florida.    Can we take it for a spin?
"  She asked.
	I said, "Beth, this baby costs over $3 million.  I
can fly higher than a commercial jet, and almost as
fast.  Besides, it would take me half an hour to check
it out."
	I then pointed out the dials and controls.  She sat
there wide-eyed.
	Then I said, "Let's go back to the main cabin."
	I showed her the first class type chairs.  I sat down
beside her and said, "Press this button"   She did,
and the chair went strait back.
	I pushed my chair back, too. and said, "This is for
taking a nap on a long flight."
	She said, "Do people do other things on these
chairs?"
	"I'm sure they do, but I'm busy flying the plane."  I
replied.
	I then leaned over and gave her a full kiss on the
lips.  She put her arms around me and pulled me to
her.  I pulled her over, and started to caress her
back.  I put my hands on her breasts and fondled them
gently.  When she didn't seem to mind that, I put my
hand under her sweater to get a better feel of her
body.
	She asked softly, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
	"Yes.  Am I succeeding?"
	"You're getting there."  
	I took off her sweater and started to unhook her bra.
 She lay there as I kissed her bare breasts, and
rubbed her slacks between her legs.  She closed her
eyes and smiled faintly, and began to moan softly.  As
I pulled back a bit, she moved over and undid my
shirt.  
	"I want your skin on mine," She said.
	We were both naked from the waist up as she leaned
over me.  I rubbed her ass under her slacks.  
	I said, "Let's get undressed so we can really enjoy
each other."
	She reached into my slacks, opened my fly, and
started to play with my cock.  I rapidly grew under
her ministrations.  Then she said, "If you want to
have sex with me, you had have some protection."
	I reached into my wallet and removed a condom that I
always carry.  She pulled down my slacks and shorts
and said, "Let me put that on for you."
	She gently rolled the condom onto my prick.   She
then got up and quickly pulled off her slacks and
panties.  We were both naked as she stood over me, and
then eased her pussy over my prick.  I was amazed at
how wet and ready she was.  She let me fill her up.  I
put one hand on tit and the other on her ass, to help
her set the rhythm.  She moved up and down slowly,
with her eyes closed, engulfed in the feeling.  
	I said, "Beth, you feel great.  Keep going."
	"Yes.  This is wonderful. Don't worry, I don't plan
to stop for a while."
	She kept it up, moving almost all the way off me, and
then falling hard, all the way down.
I was deep inside her.  She then started to moan and
grunt more rapidly.  Her breathing became heavy.  
	"I'm......going....to... cum....soon, "  she panted.
	"Don't wait for me," I said.
	"Yes.  I'm there."  she said, almost yelling.
	"Keep going," I commanded.
	She kept moving over me.  I could feel the rumble in
my balls, as my cum started to churn.  
	"Almost.  Don't you dare stop."  I said.
	She kept going until I could feel the condom filling
with cum.  I jerked up at her.  She must have sensed
it, because she emitted another yell, as she hit
another orgasm.  I kept pushing up at her until I was
spent.  I then eased back onto the chair.  She eased
down too, and covered me with kisses.  We held each
other for a few minutes.
	I said, "That was wonderful, but it's getting late. 
Do you want to come back to my apartment in Fort Lee
for the night, or do you want to go home?  I have a
very nice condo with a view of the Hudson River.  "
	She sighed.  "Yes, it's been great, but I think I
have to go home.  I have to go to work tomorrow.  If I
get in late, I'll have to fuck my boss."
	We got dressed and I drove her home, which was in
Queens, near LaGuardia Airport.
	In the car, I said, "Since you love planes so much,
you might consider become a flight attendant."  I then
gave her the number of people I knew at my former
airline.  
	She thanked me and kissed me good night.
	I had a few more dates with Beth, all of which ended
in bed.  However, she was also having an affair with
her boss,  which become more serious. 
	 I also found other girls at the bar.  I didn't score
every time, but I was successful enough that I became
a regular at the bar who was known for being a
reliable one night stand.   Occasionally, these became
several night stands, but nothing ever became a
serious relationship.
I had convinced myself that I traveled too much to
invest in that.
	When I traveled, I had to find other ways to meet
women.  Sometimes,if I was tired and short of time, I
just hired someone for $150 or $200 to make me feel
good.  Other times, I had the time to see what there
was to see.  Sometimes hotel bars offered some good
prospects, but usually they didn't.
	Because I had the time and money anyway,  I started
to go to symphonic concerts and opera, especially in
Europe.  I found that these offer a great way to meet
people because there is already something to talk
about, namely the performance.  When going overseas, I
tried to learn a few words in the local language, such
as good morning, excuse me, and would you like to have
sex.  But almost invariably, I would find that their
English was better than my French, German, Italian, or
Greek.  
	Once, I was had flown one of our Canadair Challenger
601's to London, and was there for a weekend.  The 601
was the only aircraft we had at the time with true
transatlantic range.  We were supposed to go to
Israel, but because of the Jewish sabbath, we couldn't
land there until Sunday.   So on Friday night, I went
to hear Sir Colin Davis do some Brahms and Bruckner. 
During the intermission, I was sitting in the foyer,
sipping some wine and reviewing the maps for the
flight.   A woman asked me what I  was doing.  I said
I had to fly to Israel, and I want to find the best
route.  She said, isn't that the pilots's job. I
replied that I was the pilot.  She brought her friend
over and we talked about flying until after the
intermission.
	After the concert, I saw them again and introduced
myself.  The women were in their thirties, not
beautiful, but attractive enough.  Claire had short
brown hair, was medium height, with small bust and
hips.  Judy was tall and darker, with a full figure.
They had an edge about them to indicate that they had
been unlucky in love. Maybe I could give them some
luck.  They said they were roommates, who often came
to concerts together.  They seemed embarrassed to be
together, as if to suggest that they should have had
dates.   In England, people often dine after the
concert, so I asked them to join me for a light
supper.   They seemed delighted to talk to someone
new.
	"Where are  you staying?"  Judy asked.
	"My hotel is near Victoria station." I said.
	Since that was a commercial area, they asked why I
didn't stay somewhere more fashionable.
	I said, "I fly out of Gatwick Airport, and it's easy
to take the train from there."
	Claire said they lived on the same tube line that
goes from the concert hall to Victoria Station.  We
found a local pub and had a nice chicken curry dish
with a  good lager.  After dinner, I went with them to
tube.   
	Claire said, "If you want to, you can stop off at our
flat before going to the hotel.  We have some ale in
the fridge.  I hope we're better company than the
telly in a hotel room."
	"You are much better than the telly.  Thank you. 
It's always nice to be with some pretty women, "  I
said.
	On the way, they asked me about flying and travel. 
Judy had been to France twice, but Claire had never
left England.  I told them I fly to Europe for a week,
eight or ten times a year. 
When we got to their flat, I described my visits to
several of Europe's major cities.  They seem envious. 

	 I sat between them on the couch in their living
room.  I placed my hand on each woman's knee and let
it rest there, to see what would happen.  The women
looked at each other, and then at me.  Almost
simultaneously, they put their arms around me and
hugged me tight.
	I said, "I love to be loved, but I can't love you
both at the same time."
	Claire said, "We want you to have something to
remember London by."
	Judy said,  "You can take turns being with us."
	At that Judy got up and went into her bed room. 
Claire stayed with me, letting me kiss her and fondle
her tits.  She was so happy because she hadn't had
this kind of attention in years.
She leaned back, giving me complete access to her
body.  I undid her dress and pulled it to the floor. 
I then removed her bra, so I could kiss her breasts. 
I was leaning down, sucking her tits, when Judy came
out.  She was wearing a  short bathrobe.  She came
over to the couch, and pulled it off, revealing that
she had nothing on underneath.  As I continued to kiss
Claire's boobs, and fondle her pussy between her
panties, Judy started to undo my slacks and remove my
shirt.  
	I said to Judy, "Help me with Claire's panties."
	She did, and then returned to removing my underwear. 
I reached bent over and started to kiss Claire's
pussy.   She reacted sharply to the sensation.  I told
Judy to sit next to Claire.  I knelt down,  so I could
go back and forth between them, giving each one a lick
and kiss.  By looking at their faces, I could tell
that Claire was getting very excited.  I decided to
give her my full attention, just leaving a finger in
Judy.  The women were apparently used to seeing each
other naked, because Judy started to play with
Claire's tits, as I sucked on her pussy.   Claire's
breathing became heavy as she got more excited.  She
leaned back on the couch, and grabbed my head to guide
into her pussy harder.  
	She said,  "You're getting me too excited.  I don't
know if I can take it.  This is too much. Too much." 
With that her pelvis started bucking, and she held on
to Claire for support.  Her orgasm wracked her body
for several seconds before letting her down.   She
almost seemed to faint from the pleasure that had
covered her.  
	Claire asked, "What should be do with her?"
	I said, "Nothing.  The more important question is,
what should we do with you?  I don't want to leave you
stranded.  Stand up."  
	She did.
	"Now turn around and lean on the couch"
	She did, knowing exactly what was coming.  I did not
disappoint.  I thrust my prick into her eager snatch,
filling her completely.  Judy looked up and saw her
friend getting impaled.  She moved over and started to
give Claire the same tit treatment that Claire had
given her.  Claire let Judy have her way with her, as
I braced my self on her back.  These women had gotten
me very excited,  so I let go into Claire hard.  I
could feel her grunting as her cum started to build. 
Soon I was grunting too.  
	"Stay with me Claire, I'm going to cum." I said.
	"Give me everything you've got, baby,"  She said.
	I did, and soon we were  both cumming, hard.  I
pumped into her until my last drop had poured out.  
	Claire got weak, and sank to the floor, between
Judy's legs.
	Judy said, "This wasn't fair.  She got your weany,
and I didn't."
	I said, "Well, you got off first.  You can lick and
kiss it if you want."
	She leaned over and placed her lips on my prick.  I
said,  "Give me a few minutes, and you can all of me
that you want."
	I sat down on a chair.  Judy got up and got beers for
all of us.  Claire went to the bathroom.   We relaxed
with our beers for a while, and then Judy crawled over
to me and sat between my legs.  This time she took my
prick in her mouth like she meant it.  She oral
ministrations soon achieved their desired reaction, as
my prick swelled again.   She dedicated herself to the
task of bringing me off with her mouth.  She was good.
 She worked the sides.  She worked to bottom.  She 
worked the ends.  And then she engulfed the whole
thing.  She moved up and down on me.  In the
meanwhile, Claire got up and walked over to us.  She
stood in front of me with her legs spread on top of
Judy, where I was eye-to-eye with her pussy.  She
leaned on me, and thrust her pussy in my face.  I gave
her the same treatment Judy was giving me.  
	Then suddenly, I called for a switch.  I wanted Judy
to do Claire,while I fucked Judy. 
Claire sat down on the couch, and Judy got between her
legs.   I knelt on floor, so I could take Judy from
the rear. 
	 When I entered Judy she said, "Yes, this is what I
want.  Give me what you gave Claire."
	I pushed her hard.  I wanted her to cum, but I also
wanted her to make Claire cum.  The women were not
really lesbians, but they were so excited it didn't
matter.  Judy just wanted to express her sexuality and
if Claire was the beneficiary, so much the better.  
She thrust her finger into Claire's pussy with the
same rhythm that I thrust into her.  We were rocking
on the floor in unison.  
	"Ready or not, here I cum."  I said.
	"I'm ready," Judy declared.
	"So am I," Claire added.
	My cum erupted into Judy's cunt, sending her into an
orgasm of her own.  Her acts triggered Claire's
reaction, who nearly burst off the chair.  It took us
quite a while  to calm down from that.
	"You ladies are too much.   You really drained me." 
I declared.
	"What?  You can't do thirds?"  Claire said, laughing.
 
	I sat down and finished the beer.  I then used the
bathroom.  When I got out, both women were in
bathrobes.  
	"That was the best coda of a concert I've ever
heard."  Judy said.
	"Yes.  We are very happy we ran into you.  Life can
be boring for middle aged spinsters like us," Claire
added.
	"Come on.  You're not middle aged.  You're younger
than I am."  I said.
	"Then you've given us tremendous hope that we're
still sexy",  Claire said.
	I said, "Yes, you are both very sexy.  And sexy is as
sexy does.  And you did."
	I left for the hotel feeling very proud of myself for
having a fulfilling evening.

				*******

	You might wonder whether I date or bed any of my
clients or co-workers. The answer is very rarely. 
This is primarily because until recently, most clients
and co-workers have been male.  In fact, many clients
ask me to recommend where they might find some
extra-curricular pleasure.  
	One exception occurred a few years ago.  I had to
take some sort of real estate developer to Las Vegas
for some deals he was after.  He had brought his girl
friend/mistress with him for company.  She was very
pretty, although a bit of an airhead.  We had to spend
two nights there, which gave me plenty of time alone. 

	I don't gamble, so there is not much else to do in
Vegas.  On the second afternoon there is saw the girl
friend sunbathing in her bikini.  She was attracting a
lot of glances from the men about the pool, but she
appeared to ignore them.  I went up to her just to see
how she was doing.
	I said, "Hi, Heather.  I'm the pilot from your plane.
 How are you doing here?"
	She replied, "Okay, I guess."
	"Has Mr. Antonini taken you to the shows?"
	"No."
	"Why not."
	"I don't know.  I haven't seen him much since we
arrived."
	"That's too bad.  He shouldn't leave a pretty girl
like you alone like this.  With all these hunks around
the pool, you might get in trouble."
	"I'll be all right.  Thanks for asking."
	"Well, look.  If you get lonely, here's my room
number. We can just get together for dinner or
something."
	I left her by the pool.  I wasn't sure she would call
or not, but I decided to not look for any other female
entertainment that evening, just in case.   Sure
enough, just before six in the evening, she called.
	"Can I come up?" She asked.
	"Sure, Heather.  Any time."
	Within ten minutes, she was there.  She looked around
the hotel room and then came up to me, kissing me
passionately.
	"Do you want me?"  I asked.
	"Yes,"  She said, in a whisper.
	"When?"
	"Now."  With that she reached up and pulled off my
polo shirt.  She pushed me pack on the bed.  She
removed her top and shorts.  She was still wearing the
bikini underneath.  She climbed on top of me,  almost
desperately, clawing at my slacks.  She freed my prick
from its house and lurched down on it hungrely.  She
had no trouble sucking the whole thing.  I put my hand
on her ass, and put a finger in the hole.  It felt
great, but I had no intention of letter her finish
like this.
	I said, "Let's get naked and do this right."
	She stood up and peeled off the top of the bikini and
then pushed off the bottom.  At the same time, I
removed my slacks and shorts.  I stood up and embraced
her naked body.  She wanted me badly, and I was no
mood to deny her.  I pushed her back on the bed.  I
fell on top of her, and began to gobble her tits.  She
pushed her chest out at me.
	Then she said, "Fuck me.  I need it, bad."
	Again, I didn't want to deny her anything.   She
opened her legs, and I pushed my prick all the way.
	"Oh yes,  This is what I wanted.  Now do me, " she
demanded.
	I pushed into her, sending her into spasms of
delight.  She tossed her head from side to side,  and
started waling like a siren.  I went into her so hard,
I nearly pushed her off the bed.  
	"Ahhhhh.  I'm going to cum.  Don't stop."
	She was so excited, didn't dare stop.  Instead, I
moved even faster.  Her screams repeated in ecstasy.  
	"I'm cumming again.  You are wonderful."  She panted.
	I kept at her as fast as I could until my own cum
started to boil.  I shot into her like a fast ball,
and let it pour.
	As I began to relax, I said, "Wow.  You were
fantastic.  I never met a woman so eager to fuck"
	"I'm sorry if I caught you off guard, but sometimes I
don't know why I try with Mitch."
	"What's wrong.  He seems like a sexy guy."
	"He used to be.  But now he almost ignores me."
	We were lying there in the fading light, with my arms
around her tits and her hand softly on my prick.
	"Do you want to take a shower and get dressed for
dinner?" I asked.
	"Yes, but I want you to do me again first."
	She was manipulating my tool, reminding it of its
strength.  She leaned over and pretended to study it. 
The opened her mouth, using both her lips and hands 
until I started to moan, myself.  She then climbed up
and lowered her body on me, letting her cunt cover my
prick like a glove.  She settled there for a while,
while I played with her tits.
	Then she said, "I'm going to let you have it."  She
used her thighs to squat up over me.  She then came
down hard and fast.  She leaned back with eyes closed
as she continued to move.
She put her hands on her tits, while I played with her
ass.  
	"Oh God,  you're bringing me off again.  Wow!" She
yelled as she continued to bounce on top of me.  I
slapped her ass to get her even more excited.  She
started to cum, but I wasn't ready.  As soon as she
stopped cuming, I ordered her to turn over.  I then
got behind her and started to do her  from the rear.  
She pushed back at me, but said, "I'm not sure I can
do this again."
	"You'll do it again, baby." I said.
	I continued to push into her, while pulled her hair
and pinching her tits.  I knew I would cum again soon,
but I wanted her to cum with me.  
	"Let me know when you're ready."  I said.
	"Oh no. I'm ready.  I'm going to cum again.  Oh
Yessss."
	With that I poured into her again, filling her cunt
with love juice.  
	When I pulled out, I lay down and rested beside her. 
It was dark in the room.  I got up to go to the
bathroom.  When I got back, she was getting dressed. 
	"Don't you want to take a shower after that? "  I
asked.
	"Later.  Sex makes me hungry.  Let's get some
dinner."
	We went down to the hotel dining room.  Heather told
me that she doesn't spend much time with Mitch,
because he was always on business.
	"Why did he bring you down here?"  I asked.
	"Because he wanted some decoration.   That's all  I
am to him.   Besides, I'm not sure he trusts me to
stay in the apartment in New York."
	"Then why do you stay with him?"
	"He keeps me pretty well."
	"Maybe you should marry him.  Then you could do
anything you want in New York."
	"I can't."
	"Why not?"
	"He's already married.  And he won't get a divorce."
	"Then leave him.  What did you do before you met Mr.
Antonini?"
	"I was a waitress at a nice restaurant.   Could I
move in with you?  You have money as a pilot. You sure
know what to do in bed."
	"I don't have one tenth the money Mr. Antonini has. 
And I travel all the time.  I could help you find
another job, though"
	She seemed disappointed by that.  After dinner, I
took her back to her suite.  When we got there, we
heard some noises from the bedroom.   We opened the
door and saw Mitch and another business man fucking
the hell out of two hookers.  They were all totally
naked. Each man had one of the hookers on her back and
was plowing into her cunt.  
	Mitch looked up at us and said, "Come on Heather,
strip and join the party.  You too Mr. Pilot  You can
have this bitch, "pointing to the hooker. 
	Heather hesitated a second, and then peeled off all
her clothes.  She pulled Mitch away from the hooker,
turned him on his back and mounted his hovering prick.
 The hooker stared at them, and then looked at me.  
	She said to me, "Okay, come and  get it."
	I was no longer horney, but the sight of Heather
fucking Mitch was enough to get me excited again.  I
got undressed and sat at the end of the bed and told
the hooker to suck me off.
She crawled over to me and started to go down on my
prick.  She was experienced at giving head, and had no
trouble getting me as hard as ever.  She moved over
me.  I grabbed her head to control her pace.  She
looked up at me and started to suck harder.  It was
just a matter of time.  After cuming twice that
evening, my sexual tension was almost painful, but the
pain felt wonderful.   At that point I just wanted
release.  And that is what she gave me.  My cum flowed
into her mouth, and she just gobbled it up.  I leaned
back as I saw Heather cumming hard  while Mitch was
bucking underneath her.  The other man had turned his
hooker over and had cum pouring into her  ass.  
	I got up and said, "Thank  you, Mr. Antonini.  
Heather, thank you for a pleasant dinner.
We have a flight tomorrow, and I have to get some
rest.  See you at nine at the airport."
	When we got back I find out that Heather had left
Mitch and went to work as a waitress.
But within two months she found another sugar daddy,
whom she eventually married. 


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