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From: jmp@cyber-mall.com (Joe Parsons)
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Subject: LA SALOPE ("The Slut")  MF, lite bondage, other stuff
Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 10:28:55 -0700
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LA SALOPE

Joe Parsons

The following text is a work of fiction containing graphic
depictions of a sexual encounter between two heterosexual adults.
If such material offends you, please skip to the next article.  

   **WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**

There is a message at the end of this posting that could be
construed by some as offensive. If you do not wish to expose
yourself to this, please do not read *any* of this text, as you
may be offended.

    **END OF WARNING--BEGIN SMUTTY STORY**


I

Arrival

I had flown into the small municipal airport in Santa Cruz to
begin work on a long-overdue assignment. I landed on the short
macadam field and taxied to the transient parking section on the
west end of the field. I shut down the engine and turned of the
electrics as the propeller was still turning. The whine of
spinning gyros filled the suddenly quiet cockpit.

It had been a long flight from Los Angeles, and I sat in my seat
for a moment, enjoying the quiet. Finally I opened the door and
stepped out into a mild Pacific breeze. I tied the Cessna's wings
and tail to the rings in the tarmac, then retrieved my duffel from
the back seat. 

It was not the most writing exciting assignment I'd ever had, but
what the hell--it would pay a few bills. I walked past the tower
to pick up my rental car. Maybe I'd be able to find something
interesting to do here.

I drove to the motel; it wasn't fancy, but at least it was close
to the water. I paid in advance for the room, then undressed and
headed for the shower. Just as the water was beginning to get warm
there was a soft knock at the door. 

"Shit!" I said, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist.
"Probably the damn maid, wanting to make up the room." It didn't
make much sense, since I'd just arrived, but I've spent a lot of
time in motel rooms over the years. Maids sometime show up to
clean rooms at the strangest times.  Clutching my towel around me,
I opened the door.

A young woman stood there. She wore a halter top and a short,
tight skirt. A quick glance showed me that she had a very good
body, with full breasts and a small, tight ass. Her nipples showed
through the thin fabric of her halter top and I could feel my cock
stir slightly under the rough towel covering me.

"Yes?" I asked. She looked at me silently, smiling.

"Well, here I am!" she said cheerfully, pushing her way past me
into the small room. I closed the door. She turned to face me,
hands on hips. "Quite some place you've got here," she said,
looking around. "Real classy." She had just a trace of an accent I
couldn't quite identify; possibly Eastern European, I thought.

"Yeah, it's a regular Taj Mahal," I said, a little sarcastically. 

"Well, looks like, you're not planning to waste any time," she
said, looking at the growing bulge in my towel. Suddenly she
grabbed the bottom of her halter top and pulled it over her head.
She stood before me, her long nipples protruding from firm
breasts. "Not bad, eh?" she said, flicking each nipple with her
fingers.

"Very nice," I said, noncommittally, "but I have to tell you, I
have no idea what you're doing here!" She stared at me, wide-eyed.


"What? Aren't you Jimmy Cortez?" 

"Do I really look like a guy named Cortez?" I asked, smiling. With
my fair skin and almost blond hair, I don't generally get mistaken
for a Latino. She laughed.

"No, I guess not. It looks like I've made a REALLY stupid mistake.
I'm sorry to bother you." She began to pull her halter top over
her head.

I moved to her, holding her arms gently. "I don't think it would
be polite to let you just waste a trip like that," I said. I took
the skimpy top from her and tossed it on the floor.

"I don't just do this for free, you know," she said. "I mean,
you're really cute, and all, but I do have to make a living." She
looked up at me with a small smile. "I think you'd find I'm worth
the price."

"And what would the price be?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "it depends on what you want. You're not a cop,
are you?"

"No," I said, laughing. "I'm not a cop. Do you think I'd be
standing here buck-ass naked if I was a cop?" I pulled the towel
off and stood before her, my cock pointing proudly toward the
ceiling.

She looked down and smiled. "Nope, I guess not! Since you ask,
it's two hundred for half-and-half."

"Pretty expensive," I said.

"I've never had a customer complain," she said moving closer to
me, so her nipples just grazed my chest. 

"Okay," I said. I reached for my wallet and extracted four
fifties. 

"I don't need the money quite yet," she said. "I think I can trust
you." With one swift motion she stepped out of her tight skirt and
stood naked before me. She took a step back and did a small
pirouette, showing off her firm breasts, her neatly trimmed pussy.
My cock throbbed at the sight.

She took one step and her body melted against me as her mouth
found mine. I have been with more than a few working girls over
the years, and it's unusual to receive a kiss. I wasn't giving the
matter a lot of thought, though, and I kissed back. Our tongues
met and explored each other's mouths. I could feel her hard
nipples pressing into my chest as my cock pressed against her
firm, young body. Her hands moved up and down my back, then my
sides, then my belly, caressing.

Her mouth moved from mine and began to trace a path down my
throat, my chest, my stomach, moving down toward my cock. Looking
down, I could see a small drop of pre-come glistening at the tip
of my cock. Her mouth moved toward it, hungrily. I could almost
feel her wet, hot lips wrapping around the head of my cock.

Before she reached her prize, though, I grabbed her wrists and
held her arms behind her with one hand. She looked up at me, her
eyes wide. A flush of arousal had begun to spread across her chest
and belly. She was clearly no ordinary callgirl. 

I walked her backwards to the bed, forcing her onto her back. She
parted her legs, expecting me to enter her. I could see the
wetness of her pink inner lips, wanting me. I pushed her away onto
the bed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked. I didn't answer. Instead, I reached
into my duffel and found a pair of neckties. I tied one to each of
her wrists, then fastened each end to the metal bedposts. She
looked up at me wide-eyed, not resisting. I pulled my belt from my
jeans, and tied her left ankle to the foot of the bed, then looked
around for a way to secure her remaining leg. My canvas duffel had
a removable strap, and I used that to finish tying her to the bed.
I stood back and admired my work; she was tied to the double bed,
spread eagle and helpless. The sight of her tied, helpless, was
arousing, and my cock was throbbing. She began to struggle
slightly, testing the bonds. It was useless. 

I knelt between her legs. I lowered my face slowly to her trimmed
bush, breathing in the aroma of her arousal. I rubbed my lips
gently against the fine pubic hair, then brought my lips to her
cunt. I could feel the slickness of her juices, then taste them,
as my tongue began to trace the delicate contours of her inner
lips. Her hips were beginning to move now, and I could hear small
sounds coming from her throat. 

Finally I buried my face in her slick, fragrant pussy, licking up
and down, jabbing my tongue into her hot cunt, flicking her
protruding clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Each time my tongue
touched her firm clit her hips would give a little involuntary
jerk, and it seemed as though her juices were flowing more
plentifully. She began to struggle against her restraints.

I knew she was close to coming, as my tongue explored her most
intimate parts. 

Suddenly, I pulled my face away from her pussy. She raised her
hips high, as though to follow my mouth which had been giving her
so much pleasure. I stood up, looking at her. Her eyes followed my
every move.

I Got back on the bed and straddled her, my balls hanging just
over her mouth. Her tongue tried to reach them, but I stayed just
out of reach. With my finger I took a small drop of clear pre-come
from the tip of my cock and held it just before her lips.

"Would you like this?" I asked, waving my finger in front of her
lips. 

"Oh, yes! Please!" She licked her lips anxiously.

"I will give you some, but only if you promise to obey. Do you
understand?" She nodded quickly.

"I'm going to untie your hands for just a moment, but you must not
try to get free. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly, and I
untied the two neckties securing her wrists to the bed. I pulled
her up to a sitting position, then tied her wrists together in
front of her. I raised her hands above her head, enjoying the
sensuous movement of her firm breasts. I pulled her arms around
me, pressing her body tightly against mine. Her breath was warm
against my chest. I rose to my knees and gently pushed her head
down. 

She lunged at my stiff cock, taking as much of me in her mouth as
she could in one gulp. Her mouth was hot and wet, surrounding me.
One moment her lips were tight against the sensitive head of my
cock, then the next she had taken all of me into her throat. She
drew her mouth back up again along my stiff organ, sucking at me
greedily. She growled low in her throat as she sucked at my hot
rod, and the vibration shot through me like an electric current.

Faster and faster she licked at my throbbing cock, growling like a
wild animal; her hot lips and tongue worked up and down the length
of my shaft, eagerly seeking the first hot spurts of creamy semen.
I could feel her struggling against her bonds behind my back as
she tried to break free, but I had done too good a job of tying
her up. She knew it would be just a few seconds more before I
would explode, and she moved her hot, wet mouth faster and faster
on my rock-hard cock. She could hear me making moaning sounds as I
got closer and closer to orgasm. Faster and faster she sucked at
me, as though she was afraid I might change my mind and send her
away without her reward.

Suddenly I gave a loud cry, as spasms of unbelievable pleasure
tore through my body. She tried to swallow every bit of white come
as I shot each spurt into her, but there was too much for her to
handle; white rivers of semen ran out the sides of her mouth and
down her chin. She struggled harder against her bonds, but still
without success. She was trapped here, my hot cock shooting its
load into her mouth and down her throat.

Finally she could feel me begin to soften, felt the spurts slow
and then stop. She looked up at me with wide eyes, wondering what
I might have in store for her next. I wiped the semen from her
chin and spread it over her breasts; her nipples were rock-hard
from arousal.

I lifted her arms over my head, but left her wrists tied together.
I pushed her onto her back, her arms over her head. She lay there
looking at me, helpless, her eyes cloudy with lust. With her legs
tied to the corners of the bed, her rosy cunt was open to me,
beckoning to me. I could see the flowing juices of her arousal and
I put one finger into her. She closed her eyes and moaned. I put
two fingers into her slick pussy, then three, then four. Her
muscles seemed to want to draw me deep into her body. The scent of
her arousal was overpowering; I brought my face close to her cunt,
breathing deeply of the musky scent. Her hips were beginning to
move back and forth, begging me to bring my mouth to her again. 

 I smiled at her and gave her protruding clitoris a quick flick
with the tip of my tongue. She raised her hips off the bed, trying
to force herself against my mouth. I hovered just above her hot,
wet pussy, teasing first her throbbing clit with my tongue, then
tracing the rosy outlines of her slick inner lips. She was mewing
like a kitten, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I ran my fingers
around her cunt, collecting the slippery juices and put my fingers
first in my mouth, then in hers, so she could taste her own
juices. She sucked greedily at my fingers, just as she had sucked
my hard cock a few moments before. The memory of her hot mouth
brought my cock to life again. She looked down at it, and I knew
she longed to feel it deep within her, driving in and out of her
wet, hungry pussy.

There would be time for that later; right now I had some other
plans. I drew away from her and looked at her, tied up so
helplessly on the bed. Her eyes moved constantly from my hard cock
to my face, then back to my cock again. I stood there silently,
deciding what we might do next.


II

Helpless

I stood over her for a long moment, looking at her as she lay tied
spread-eagle to the bed. Her hips moved slightly from side to side
as her slick pussy was exposed to me. I smiled as I inspected my
prize.

Even with her arms tied and stretched over her head her firm
breasts were beautifully rounded, her long nipples a dull red from
arousal. She licked her full lips repeatedly with the tip of her
tongue, and I knew she desperately wanted me inside her. Her eyes
were fixed on my hard cock hungrily; another clear drop of
pre-come emerged from the tip. 

"Would you like a little taste?" I asked, waving my stiff rod
inches from her mouth. She tried to lunge for it with her mouth.
"Uh, unh! I said, pulling back. "You may have just one small drop,
but you have to promise to behave!" She nodded quickly. I moved
closer to her and brought the tip of my penis against her lips.
She opened her mouth slightly and I allowed her to have just a
fraction of an inch. 

"Don't take too much," I cautioned her, "or I won't let you have
any more later!" She looked up at me in panic. "It's okay," I
said. "You can have just a little bit." Her lips closed gently
around the head, and I felt her tongue lapping gently at the very
tip of my cock, taking every tiny bit of the clear pre-come. The
gentle caress of her tongue against the sensitive head was
bringing me quickly to the peak of another orgasm, but I pulled
back.

There would be time for that later, I thought to myself, smiling.
The sight of her helpless form tied securely to the bed was very
appealing, and I traced the outline of her firm breasts with the
tips of my fingers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I
brought my lips to each nipple in turn, feeling each one harden in
response. I ran my tongue around each one, then traced the wide
aureoles at the base of each beautiful bud. I made a path of small
kisses: starting at the hollow under her jaw, down between her
breasts, tasting the slight salt of her sweat on her skin.

My lips moved down, lingering on the warmth under her firm
breasts, then proceeding down to her belly. Her hips began their
side-to-side motion again as I came ever closer to her slick, hot
pussy. She began to moan.

"What would you like?" I asked her. "Tell me."

"I want you to please me," she said, breathless. "I want you bring
me pleasure." As she said this, almost pleading, she tried to
raise her hips off the bed, to bring her cunt to my mouth.

"I don't quite know what you mean," I teased. "I'm afraid you're
going to have to explain it to me." She said something in a
language I didn't understand; it might have been Russian. 

"Please!" she cried. "Please! I want you to lick my pussy again!"
Slowly I moved toward her cunt. I could almost feel the heat of
her arousal against my face as I drew nearer. "Yes!" she cried.
"Yes! Lick my pussy! I want your wet mouth on my cunt!" I brought
my lips against her cunt, spreading her slippery juices around
with my mouth. "Please! Suck my clit and make me come!" My mouth
found her hardening clit. I took it between my lips, feeling it
get harder and longer as it emerged from its fleshy sheath. She
panted and gasped as I sucked gently at the sensitive flesh.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my hot cunt with your mouth. I want to
feel you inside me! I want your tongue in my pussy. I want your
big cock inside me! I want all of you in me!" I licked and sucked
at her hot pussy, tasting her slick, musky juices as they flowed
freely from her. As her arousal reached a peak she began to arch
her back, trying to bring her sex into tighter contact with my
mouth. Her cries were now unintelligible, as she reverted to the
language of her birth.

I thrust four fingers into her hungry pussy and felt her muscles
tighten around them. The tips of my fingers sought, then found her
g-spot; her sudden, sharp gasp told me I had reached that
sensitive prize. Gently I stroked the spot, feeling the muscles of
her vagina clench around my hand.

I knew she was going to come at any moment, and I slowly withdrew
my hand from her. She made a disappointed sound.

"What would you like now?" I asked. "I won't do anything unless
you ask me." She licked her lips.

"Please," she begged. "Please, make love to me. Just please, fuck
me. I want your cock in my hot pussy. I want to feel you inside
me, fucking my cunt. I want to feel your come inside me. Please!"
She arched her back again, struggling against her bonds.

"Since you've asked so nicely," I said, "I will make love to you."

"Please, just put your cock inside me. Please!"

I knelt down between her legs again and traced a path with the
head of my cock from her navel, slowly over her round belly,
pausing at the beginning of her neatly trimmed bush. The pre-come
left a faint, glistening trail over her pale skin.

Finally I brought my cock down, over the fine pubic hair, down,
until I paused at the threshold of her waiting pussy. Her spread
legs opened her slick pussy, and it invited me, begged me to
enter. 

Finally, with one hard thrust, I brought my hot, stiff cock into
her waiting pussy, burying it to its base. She would have screamed
with the pleasure, but my mouth was on hers, stifling her cry. I
lay on top of her for a moment, my mouth locked to hers, my cock
deep inside her. I could feel the strong muscles of her vagina
clenching around my cock, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I began thrusting in and out of her, pulling out until just the
head of my cock was at the entrance to her pussy, surrounded by
her inner lips, then quickly plunging into her, as deeply as I
could go. With each long thrust she brought her pelvis up to meet
me, making each penetration deeper and harder.

I thrust faster and faster into her. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks
in my two hands and pulled her cunt tighter against my cock. She
was making loud, inarticulate sounds, panting, crying out
sometimes in English, sometimes in her strange native language.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. This felt absolutely perfect, and I wanted
it to go on forever. I kept thrusting my hot cock into her,
feeling the electricity and warmth of my approaching orgasm. 

As I fucked her faster and faster, the strong muscles of her pussy
were clenched around my pounding cock. Her cries were silent now,
and I realized that we both were holding our breaths.

Suddenly, an almost unbearable wave of pleasure washed through me,
starting at my thrusting cock, then radiating outward through the
rest of my body. I heard two loud wails mingling in that small
room, and I knew it was the sound of two people intimately
coupled, locked in the throes of joined orgasmic pleasure. Our
bodies were no longer our own; they had been given over to the
ecstasy we were sharing during that long moment.

As our orgasm subsided, I slowed my thrusting, then stopped, lying
on top of her, my softening penis still nestled deep in her wet
pussy. We closed our eyes as our breathing returned to normal.

After a long while I rolled off her. I kissed her soft, full lips
gently.

"That was a perfect fuck," I said to her with real appreciation.
She smiled at me. "We'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe in
about twenty minutes or so?" She giggled, squirming against her
bonds.

"I don't have any other plans," she said. "If I promise not to
escape, do you think you might untie me? I could do many other
things with my hands if I they were loose." She smiled at me,
mischievously.

"I think that could be arranged," I said, loosening the bonds. She
rubbed her wrists and ankles. She got off the bed and stretched
luxuriantly. I watched the seductive motion of her lithe body--the
soft bounce and curve of her full breasts, the gentle swelling of
her firm belly, the warm joining of her thighs. It was a beautiful
sight. She pulled aside the curtains to peek out.

"It's starting to get dark," she said. "I should think about
going." She looked back at me.

"I don't recall giving you permission to leave," I said, taking
her in my arms. She was much shorter than me, but her soft curves
molded nicely against me as or naked bodies melted together, skin
to skin. "I still have plans for you."

"More plans?" she asked, wide-eyed. "You can do...more?"

"I have many ideas," I said, smiling. "I am a very creative
person. You'll see." She smiled up at me.

"I can't wait to find out what those ideas might be," she said. "I
have liked all your ideas so far!" 

We embraced tightly in the fading light. Our time together had
just begun...

III

Confession, penance and absolution

We lay on the bed in the near-darkness, our naked bodies lightly
touching. I would lightly caress a firm breast, she would stroke
my cock until it just began to stir then stop, teasing. The smell
of our afternoon's passion filled the room with a musky aroma. I
sensed that she was trying to tell me something.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to encourage her.

"I have to confess something to you," she said in a small voice.
"I am not what I seem." I looked at her exquisite body and smiled.

"You look fine to me, " I said. "I think my money will have been
well spent!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" she said. "I mean, I came here
because I had a bet from my friend. She said I didn't have the
guts to dress up like a hooker and knock on a motel door. She said
I'd chicken out first."

I looked at her for a long moment.

"Yes," I said. "This changes things. Stand up."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, as she got to her feet,
looking at me. I looked at her sternly.

"Come over here." I took her wrist firmly as she came to me. "You
have not been truthful with me," said. "You came here under false
pretenses." She started to protest. "Be quiet!" I said sharply.
She fell silent, looking down.

I sat on the bed, pulling her with me. "I can't let this go
unpunished." I pulled her across my lap. I laid my hand against
the roundness of her firm ass. It was very warm and soft. "You
have to learn to tell me the truth." She squirmed slightly as she
lay across my lap. Her body was very warm against my skin.

SMACK! I bought my hand down sharply against her bottom. She
jumped at the impact.

"Aie!" she cried, as she tried to cover herself with her hands. I
pulled her hands away.

SMACK! The marks of my hand were vivid red against her pale skin.
SMACK! Each time I spanked her, she squirmed on my lap a little
more. Her round buttocks were a rosy pink, and she gave a little
cry with each new blow.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Please! Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!"

SMACK! 

I rested my hand against her hot, red flesh. 

"Will you tell the truth from now on?" I stroked her round
buttocks, and she writhed on my lap. My cock was hardening again,
pressing up against her soft belly.

"Yes! I promise! Only the truth!" she said, between sobs. I kept
up my gentle stroking of her tender ass cheeks, now moving my hand
between her legs, feeling the moistness there.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth now?" I asked, raising
my hand over her tender buttocks. She squirmed again, anticipating
another sharp blow on her tender flesh.

"I am! I am! I always tell you the truth! I promise!" I went back
to stroking her again. As my hand made its way between her legs
she spread them, allowing me better access to her most private,
tender parts. My fingers found a resting place between her moist
inner lips, feeling her juices, her clitoris beginning to harden
and emerge again. As I gently pushed two fingers into her waiting
pussy she nestled against me, making small purring sounds, like a
kitten.

She slid off my lap and pushed my legs apart, kneeling between
them. She fastened her eyes on my cock, which was now pointing
toward the ceiling.

"Such a lovely thing," she purred, taking it in her hand. "So
long, and smooth and powerful...all for me." She held me between
her palms, bringing her lips to the tip, as if to plant the
gentlest of kisses on it. Her lips hesitated for just a moment,
then she swallowed my entire length, taking all of me into her
mouth. I could feel the back of her throat, and her lips were lost
in the pubic hair at the base of my throbbing rod.

She stayed there for a moment, motionless, as though savoring the
feel of me inside her throat. Then she slowly withdrew, her lips
keeping a tight seal against my cock, her mouth sucking gently.
When she reached the very tip of my penis, she stopped, clamping
her lips firmly around the sensitive spot where the head joins the
shaft. I could feel her tongue flicking lightly around the
sensitive head of my cock. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes
tightly shut, thinking that I would shoot yet another load into
her throat. 

She moved her mouth down the length of my shaft again, though,
then up, then down, bringing me first to the brink of orgasm, then
letting me down, then back to the precipice, then down. I knew she
was enjoying this sudden role reversal; it was as though she was
paying me back in kind for my earlier abuse of her tender flesh.

Just as I was about to reach the point of inevitable orgasm, she
suddenly released me from her mouth and smiled up at me
innocently.

"Was there anything else you wanted from me, Sir?" she asked, as
though I were ordering a Big Mac with fries.

"Yes, dammit!" I said. "Finish it! Just finish it!" 

"Oh, yes, Sir!" she said, standing up in front of me. "I would be
pleased to!" With no further warning she straddled me, taking my
hard cock into her steaming pussy in one swift stroke. She impaled
herself upon me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her arms wound
around my neck and she bounced on my lap, forcing my cock deeper
and deeper into her cunt. I felt the warmth of her reddened
buttocks against my thighs as she rode my hard cock, oblivious to
the pain. Her breasts bounced in the dim light.

Soon our bodies, approaching another peak of ecstasy, took over
our will; our animal cries filled the room as I, blind from
pleasure, sent hot spurts of come deep into her throbbing pussy.
She sobbed in her own intense orgasm, calling my name, crying out
words I did not understand.

If this is détente, I said I thought to myself, I could become a
career diplomat.

At last our spasms slowed, then stopped, and we sagged against
each other, exhausted. I rolled over onto my side, still clasping
her to me. She seemed to be holding my now softening cock in her
pussy with her incredibly strong vaginal muscles. We lay tangled
together in the dim light, feeling the warmth of each other's
bodies, breathing in the musky aroma of our passion, feeling our
heartbeats slow. 

Although it was early December, Santa Cruz had never seemed so
warm.

After a while, we slept.

IV

Initiation

We spent a peaceful night in each other's arms. I awoke once and
looked down at her sleeping; her face, framed by dense curls of
golden brown hair, was angelic. I felt her warm breath on my
chest. Gently I explored her firm young body as she slept: the
hollow under her jaw, the contour of each swelling breast, the
smooth curve of her hip, the soft pubic hair at the joining of her
thighs. As I touched her, she made a small contented sound and her
full lips curved in a smile.

The first light of the morning began to wash into the room. I was
enjoying the last traces of a dream; in that dream I was reveling
in taste and texture of her soft body and she would cry out
passionately in her strange language. In the dream I felt her full
lips caressing my belly, fastening on my cock, her tongue flicking
along the length of my shaft, sucking on the sensitive head. I
moaned in pleasure as I came awake to discover that the reality
and the dream had met: she was moving her mouth up and down the
length of my penis, kissing along its length, sucking gently at
the tip, slowly taking me length into her mouth.

I stirred, and she looked up at me and grinned, then turned her
attention to my hard cock. She seemed to have all the time in the
world as she worked her mouth up and down the length of my penis,
sucking first gently, then harder as her lips fastened around just
the sensitive head of my cock. Her hands caressed my inner thighs,
my balls as her mouth kept up its marvelous work of pleasure on my
cock.

Finally, loudly, I came, shooting spurts of semen into her mouth
as she purred with her own pleasure. She licked my tender penis
clean, then kissed a path up my chest to my face, locking her full
lips to mine. I could taste my own semen on her lips.

We lay there for a few moments, locked in a tight embrace, then I
gently pushed her away.

"Let's get dressed and go out," I said. "I have some more plans
for you." 

"But I want to stay here, in bed with you," she pouted. "I want to
make love some more."

"Just get dressed," I insisted. "We'll get some breakfast, then
we'll take a little ride."

Reluctantly she complied, and we walked across the highway to the
diner, where we stuffed ourselves on pancakes and sausage. She
stroked my leg with her bare foot under the table as we ate.

"Can't we just go back to the room?" she asked as I was paying the
check.

"Nope," I said. "I have a much better idea." I grinned at her
mysteriously.

"What could be a better idea than making love all day in the
room?" she asked, snuggling against me.

"You'll see." I headed the car out the highway, toward the small
municipal airport.

Santa Cruz Muni is quite close to the center of town, and it was
not more than a ten minute drive before we were parked at the edge
of the field. I got out of the car, then opened her door, taking
her hand as she got out. We stopped in the line shack, and I filed
a local flight plan. The owner looked at my companion, then back
at me. He smiled, shaking his head.

We walked out the to the airplane, in the gentle westerly breeze.
She looked at the Cessna, wide-eyed.

"This is yours?" she asked, incredulous.

"Well, it's partly mine. It's sort of a partnership: me and the
bank." I unlocked both doors, freed the controls, then began the
preflight, walking around the plane, releasing the tiedowns,
checking the control surfaces. She followed me, watching my every
move.

Finally, satisfied that we were airworthy, I helped her into the
left seat and helped her fasten her seatbelt. I closed her door,
then walked around to get into my seat on the left. I fastened my
own belt, then flipped master switch and electronic switches. The
whirr of gyros filled the cabin, followed by the crackle of the
radio. I turned to the Terminal Information Service and marked
down wind direction, velocity and barometric pressure on a small
clipboard. She watched me silently, fascinated. I looked around
the airplane.

"Clear prop!" I said, then turned the key to START. Three blades
of the large propeller flashed past the windshield and the motor
started, settling down to a lumpy idle. I selected Ground
Control's frequency and keyed the microphone.

"Ground, this is Cessna 6085 Golf at transient parking with
Information Foxtrot, taxi two-niner right." 

"Roger, 85 Golf. Cleared to taxi to two-niner right, tower point
25."

"85 Golf," I acknowledged, switching to the tower frequency.
"Tower, Cessna 6085 Golf ready for takeoff on two-niner right,
left downwind departure."

"85 Golf, you are cleared for takeoff, left downwind departure.
Good day." I clicked the transmit button twice to acknowledge as I
taxied onto the runway and pushed the throttle forward. The plane
accelerated briskly.

I spent a lot of years saving up enough money to buy my own
airplane. Even though there's no way I could ever justify the
cost, every time I push the throttle to the firewall and head down
a new runway, I know the money is well spent. The Cessna Centurion
has almost 300 horsepower, and you feel every one of them as the
airplane surges smoothly down the runway. Soon I pulled the wheel
back to raise the nose and we broke free of the earth, climbing
swiftly into the clear California sky.

I trimmed the airplane for the climb and looked over at my
passenger. She was clutching the sides of her seat as we climbed
out. 

"Isn't this a great day for flying?" I asked.

"I suppose," she said, looking down at the ground as we climbed.

"Is this your first time in a small plane?" I asked.

"It's my first time ever in an airplane!" she said, still looking
down at the ground as we climbed ever higher.

"Scared?" I asked.

"A little," she said. "It's so small, and I never knew anyone who
could fly a plane!"

"It's not too difficult," I said. "It's just like driving a car,
only you have three dimensions to work with." Finally I leveled
out at 6,000 feet, then set throttle and propeller for cruise. The
landscape of Northern California stretched out under us in a
sparkling clear winter day. I adjusted the trim tabs so the
airplane would fly itself.

"Why don't you fly it," I said. "Just take the wheel." She looked
at me with alarm. "It's easy. Just take the wheel. Tentatively,
she put her hands on the control wheel in front of her. "When you
turn the wheel to the left, the airplane will bank to the left."
She turned the wheel slightly and the Cessna reacted.

"Aie!" she cried, taking her hands off the controls as the plane
banked to the left. I laughed, bringing the wings level.

"Maybe we should have a flying lesson at another time," I said.
"Right now, though, I have a better idea. Have you ever heard of
the Mile High Club?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Mile High Club? What is this?" I pointed at the altimeter. It
indicated that we were more than 5,280 feet above sea level.

"It is an elite group of people who have joined by doing something
'special' at an altitude of more than one mile. Do you have any
idea what that might mean?"

"I think I have the idea," she said, " but who would fly the
plane?" I flipped a switch on the panel to engage the autopilot.
"I have a chauffeur," I said, reaching for her.

"Is this chauffeur reliable?" she asked.

"Very," I said. "And he knows how to keep his mouth shut." I
unfastened my seatbelt and reclined the passenger seat to
horizontal. She smiled at me, and our lips met. The Cessna's motor
droned on.

I pulled her top over her head to reveal her round breasts. I put
my lips to each nipple, feeling each one respond. As I was licking
and fondling her firm breasts she unbuttoned my shirt and began
stroking and licking my chest, sucking on my nipples. I pulled at
her short skirt, and soon she was naked, writhing on the cool
leather of the seat. I parted her legs and knelt between them,
burying my face in her moist pussy. Her clit began to protrude as
her juices flowed copiously from her cunt. I was reveling in her
musky taste as she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply
as she unfastened my belt.

Her hands pushed opened my belt and pushed the waist of my pants
down. I discarded them, throwing them into the back seat of the
airplane. Now we were both naked; six thousand feet above the
ground, hurtling southward at over 180 knots. She pulled me on top
of her, grabbing at my erect penis. Her mouth sought, then found,
my cock, and she licked and sucked at me with abandon. I could
hear her animal growls over the drone of the engine.

She had a way of knowing when I was getting close to orgasm.
Suddenly she stopped, pulling me from her mouth, clutching my cock
firmly, pressing against the base of the organ to keep me from
coming. She guided my face back down between her legs and I sucked
and licked at her firm clit again, tasting the sweet juices of her
arousal.

Soon her moans told me she was reaching her own orgasm, and I
moved my body over her, my cock hovering over her pussy. Her hands
clutched at my ass, pulling me towards her. I teased her clit with
the tip of my cock. She moaned in frustration, scolding me in a
language I didn't understand.

Finally, I entered her, plunging deeply into her wet cunt, burying
myself as far as I could go, touching bottom. She cried out as I
penetrated her, and her cries mingled with the drone of the
airplane's motor. Her nails raked across my buttocks, pulling me
into her. I plunged in and out, in and out, faster and faster,
feeling the escalation of pleasure for both of us. The slippery
juice of her pussy coated my cock as it luxuriated in the
pleasures of her flesh.

I pulled my cock out of her cunt and replaced it with my mouth,
licking fervently at her protruding clitoris, then she would pull
my cock to her hungry mouth so she could lick our mingled juices.

Finally, with my cock buried deep in her throbbing pussy, we both
came, our cries mingling with the comforting drone of the Cessna's
big motor. We lay on the leather seat for several minutes.
Finally, as my cock began to soften, I sat up and looked around. I
did not recognize the terrain: we were lost.

The responsibilities of being Pilot in Command momentarily
overcame my desire for my angel. I withdrew from her and sat back
in the left seat. The leather was cool against my naked ass.

I retrieved a Sectional Chart from the back seat and compared it
with the terrain below. In a matter of minutes I knew we were
approaching Santa Barbara. Time certainly flies when you're having
fun, I thought to myself.

"Even been to Santa Barbara?" I asked, as I began to trim the
airplane for descent.

"No," she said. "Is it nice?"

"It can be," I said, smiling at her. "Get dressed, and we'll see
what kind of trouble we can get into."  

Reluctantly, she dressed as we began our descent into Santa
Barbara. I struggled into my jeans, then called Santa Barbara
tower for landing clearance.

Finally we touched down, one veteran member of the Mile High Cub,
and one new initiate. This called for a celebration. Soon I would
decide what the celebration should be...


(C)1996 Joe Parsons


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