Sword, Shield and Guard - Book One

by Im Not Telling

Copyright 2019 by Im Not Telling

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: Im Not Telling was a member of my writing website for a five year span. He wrote the following story, which was well-received. A year and a half ago, he stopped logging in to our website. As per the site rules, we're publishing some of his work here. As an editor, I went through and scrutinized the grammar like nobody's business. You can't get everything, so forgive mistakes that you find, please. As for Im Not Telling, we can only hope for the best. If this is even somewhat of a true story, perhaps you should heed the warning. I didn't, because I edited this. Oh crap! I hear people outside . . .

Chapter 1

He glanced down at the ticket. There wasn’t much time left if he followed the standards. As he sat looking out the window as he ate what was left of the meal he had ordered. The waitress was polite and kept coming by to fill his coffee cup. She even remembered to bring more sugar and milk, something, in his experience, they usually forget.

Forgetting was what was making him leave. Forgetting about the last several weeks and the events with in them. He glanced again at the time. Even with the traffic and waiting in the security check line there would still be a wait time. If only he had made the decision a few days sooner.

He shrugged. The past is the past. It can’t be changed. When Pat, his waitress, came back, she smiled and took the empty plate before asking if he wanted anything else.

“Well, a cup of coffee would be nice to go. The largest cup you have,” he gave her a small smile back while picking up the ticket again to check the time. He had not flown like that for a few years and was slightly nervous about missing the flight. “Or two of them, if not very big. And a slice of apple pie if it is available.”

With a giggle, Pat started a walk away. “I think I have just the thing for you,” she said as she continued to walk away. She was an older woman but still had a sway in her walk.

His phone buzzed. He looked even though he knew what it was. It was another reminder he had set. Being on time or earlier was something he could never get past. That had been drilled into him. It was one of the few things that had stuck with him all this time.

Pat came back and set down a large travel cup. It looked like it could easily hold thirty-two ounces or more. She set down a large to go box and leaned over reaching toward him she pull the chain on his neck.

“The cup and the pie are on me,” she whispered and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for your service, Captain.”

He blushed and nodded. He had tried to keep them hidden, hoping no one would think twice about it. Not that he needed to wear them, it was just odd not to. Too many years, too many memories. She gave his face a caress and slipped the bill onto the table before she went to attend her other customers.

After a slight glance at the bill, he noted there was a discount as well. After a quick calculation, he pulled out his wallet and then some cash. He always paid with a credit card but tried to leave the tip in cash. It meant the server got it that much sooner. This time, he added what he thought was an average charge for the coffee, the cup, and the pie. He took the time to finish the cup he had already before making up the one in the travel mug. As he stood from the table, he pulled the box with the pie and shook his head at the weight. He added a few more dollars to the tip pile. He had never been in that line of work, but he heard enough to know that wait staff didn’t get paid a great wage and tips were the bread and butter. He grabbed the check and his bag, juggling the cup. He was glad he had gone and checked in his other two bags earlier. He made his way up to pay the bill. The young woman there was grinning ear to ear when he stopped but just politely took his card and asked how everything was. He told her he had no complaints and would recommend the place to anyone who needed a decent meal outside the airport.

He had one stop to make, but as soon as he got into the cab, his phone chimed.

“We have visitors. Will send what you need with someone to meet you at the airport.”

It wasn’t usual protocol. With the way things had been he didn’t care. It was one last thing he needed to do. As he gave a new destination to the driver and took a drink sitting back he watch the city go by one more time. He could come back but he doubted he would ever.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the airport. He had an hour and a half before takeoff. He patted his check bag. He would double check its contents. Most of his stuff had been shipped a couple of days ago. There wasn’t much. What he hadn’t packed and moved, he sold off or gave away. The checked bag and case were more than what he needed for the time. He could have shipped the case as well, but it felt a bit odd not having nearby. He had to get permission to carry it on, considering what was in it.

Ten minutes flew by. He paid the driver cash and noted his supply of cash was low. What he had would last until he got to his destination. The only thing cash-related on the plane would be drinks. Watered down and tasteless, the price of being in the cheap seats. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just take on the coffee he had. It was either drink it or waste it. Unfortunately, that also went for the pie.

He went straight to the security line. He was halfway through when two of the TSA officers he knew saw him and came over with a young woman in an Army class A uniform in tow.

“Why are you waiting in line?” the younger agent asked, extending his hand to him.

“That is what one does when they travel by airplane. If you don’t know that, you are in the wrong business,” he snorted as he reached to accept the offer hand.

“You are still TSA. Come on. This lovely lady here has been waiting for you,” the one that spoke said as the other just reached to shake his hand.

Looking back at the line behind him, it had grown. He grumbled. “Look, guys, I appreciate it, but…”

“Sir, I have the packet. I need your ID,” the young woman interjected. She waved the packet in her hand and looked slightly nervous. She was no more than twenty-five, five foot three, maybe five-five. She had on glasses and her blonde hair neatly tucked into a bun as per regulations.

He had already had his ID ready for the verification at the gate if needed. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. The two agents grinned and pulled him from the line. That got murmurs going.

“You two having fun?” he asked with a shake of his head. Nothing like being pulled out by security. He still had a six-hour flight, and some of these people could be on it.

“Yeah, not every day we can pull someone like you out of the line. Besides, the lady needs your full attention,” the one who had not spoken said. “Besides, we have our orders.” He grinned at the secret implied.

He ignored him. The young woman was looking more nervous. He glanced down to look at her nametag. “Is there an issue, Private Carson?”

Her face was flush. That tinge of red in her face spoke a volume of her comfort level. “I’m sorry sir but I need your other ID.”

The two laughed as he growled. He shoved the cup at one and the bag at the other. “Be useful and hold these.” He pulled a small case from his pocket and handed it to her. She thumbed it open and showed the badge and ID inside. She scribbled on a paper as the two oooed and awed.

“Hope that is your phone number, gorgeous,” the younger of the two commented.

“Watch it,” he snapped, taking his cup back forcefully. “Don’t make me call your mother, Junior, and tell her how her boy needs new lessons in manners.”

Private Carson laughed as she handed back the ID and the packet. “Sir, I’ve been told to tell you that your ticket had been upgraded. Also your reservation at the hotel. The general regrets that you are leaving and wishes you the best and again his thanks.”

He had been through it all with the general before his departure. He hadn’t expected this but nodded. “Thank him for me. It was an unfortunate duty but not one I regret. Tell him I appreciate his efforts and wish him and the miss the best.” He stepped toward the other agent and took his bag, glancing back to look at her. “Private, how long have you been in?”

“My second year, sir.”

“Future plans?”

“I am going to try and make a career out of it, sir. But I will be attending college next semester.”

He smiled and nodded. “Smart. Keep learning Private. They offer a lot of training. If they offer something that interests you, take it. Life is full of surprises, and you never know what will be useful or even fun until you try it.” He started to walk away, then stopped. “And thank you, Private Carson.” He added. He didn’t add for what he just started walking. She knew what he meant and walked away with a bit more pride and a decision made.

The two agents followed him just back a couple feet and laughed as he approached the TSA entrance. The shift commander was there. When he saw them approaching he waved at one of the counter women.

“Sorry to see you go, Jason. You are good. Not one complaint.”

“It was easy enough. A few good people to work with make the difference,” he offered. He hated how some would take the opportunity to blame the situation, even if it was the cause. He contemplated what to do next, then grinned. “Speaking of which, I hear Ranse and Peters are changing out. Maybe these two could take over until you find a more suitable replacement.”

He looked seriously at them and nodded. “Perhaps,” he took the envelope offered by the woman and handed it to Jason. “We got the change for your ticket. You’re flying first class. The first round is on me. I am sorry I couldn’t get you a position out there, but my contacts have your contact info.”

He held up his hand to stave off any further discussion, then shook Jason's hand before letting him go on his way, as he had his own work to do. He had to take a few minutes to meet him and say farewell, but that was all the time he had. He had all kinds of good people working under him, but some just stood out more. He pulled the two agents with him and let Jason go on his own. Jason had just recommended that the two of them take over the midnight shift at the customs inspection gate. There were reasons that few went there voluntarily. There was usually very little to do. No internet and no phone services were available, and it was mostly a total dead zone. If your assignment was there, you probably pissed someone off. You would be there until someone did something worse or newbies came in, and you had any good luck.

He put the ticket in his carry bag as he walked through the gate. By the time he reached the gate, he had just over an hour left. The first-class lounge was probably more comfortable, but he went to take a seat in the waiting area for his original ticket and pulled out his cell and charger. He had a few apps to pass the time. He did want to make sure they were still charged but found the outlets in use. He went looking for an available charging station. He found one at a coffee shop and plugged in anything he had that could need a charge. It would be a long flight without something to keep occupied.

Forty-five minutes later, he finished the coffee he had brought and another large cup he had bought from the shop. He felt bad if he didn't buy something after using the station. He cleaned up and packed everything back in the case. After a stop at the restroom, he made his way back to the ticket area. He was going toward the first-class lounge when he heard the woman at the counter crying.

"I don't understand how you overbooked the flight. I have to get to LA. My father is in the hospital there, and they don't know what will happen." She was pounding on the counter furiously.

Being a former TSA had some advantages and some drawbacks. He hesitated slightly before walking to the counter and nodding to the woman there. He had met many of the employees in his five years.

"Hi, Paske," he said as she came up. Paske was a much older woman. She had been working with the airline for over thirty years. "Is there a problem?"

"Jason it is good to see you. Sorry you are leaving us. Problem? Yes. Unfortunately, we have over booked and had to bump the young lady. Every seat is booked. I don't know how it happened but there is nothing I can do."

He never understood that either. You have so many seats and you know that. How can you over book? "Unfortunately it does happen."

"That is not right. I made my reservation. I had the confirmation. My father is in the hospital with a twenty percent chance of dying. I shouldn't have to wait for five hours. Why can't you bump someone else?" she said in tears.

Work in the industry long enough and you see a lot of fake tears. This woman was in true distress. He thought about what he had planned and made a choice.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Sounds like she has a real need to get out there. A man should have family around when he is that close.

"Her brother is on the flight too," Paske offered. "He was originally selected for the bump, but they chose between them which would go and which would wait."

The young woman had calmed some but was still crying. "He is older and our father's lawyer and proxy. He has to go. If anything happens, he has to make choices. I can't, and he can't do it by phone. I just want to be there, just in case," she sobbed.

Jason reached over the counter and pulled a few of the tissues from the box Paske had, getting a dirty look. He smiled at her as he handed the tissues to the woman. He looked her over and tried to evaluate the story and the woman. She was not young but far from old, in her early to mid-thirties, well-kept, with long brunette hair and a small body that was thin but not starving. She had decent, clean clothing. She didn't talk as if she was uneducated or coached. He searched the seating area for her brother and wondered why he wasn't here with her.

"Where is your brother?" he asked.

She shrugged and sniffed. Her face was red with distress and anger. "Out making calls. Trying to get me a ticket on another airline and calling mom to let her know."

"Call him back," he said as he thought what was a few more hours. "Here," he pulled his ticket envelope from his bag and laid it on the counter. "Let her take my place and I'll take bump to the next flight out."

Paske frowned as she looked at the woman. "I don't know," she hesitated.

"She has paid for a ticket and has been through security. It sounds to me like she has something important to do. A bump is a bump. Just do it. I have nothing pressing waiting for me out there. I would not feel right knowing something could happen and she couldn't be there in time."

Time was moving slow as Paske wondered. It wasn't the question of being able to do it, was if she should. Finally, slowly she reached to take the pass Jason had given. "If that is what you want."

The woman was shocked as she fumbled her phone and dialed she jumped kissing Jason hard on the lips and hugging him. She walked away to call her brother as Paske shook her head and continued to watch.

"It is possible she is lying. There is no way to check the story. You could be being played as a fool," she said.

Jason nodded. "True. Anything is possible, including her telling the truth. She gains little if she is. Besides, it is time I have, and if she is telling the truth, it may be the chance for her to be beside her father."

It was then a man came running in and straight to her. They whispered and she pointed at Jason and they both rushed over.

"Sir I am so grateful," he grabbed Jason's hand and shook it exaggeratedly. "You don't know how much this means. Becca has always been close to our father. If anything should happen to him and she not be there she would be devastated."

Jason noticed the woman's body tense as her brother spoke. It was odd, but maybe it was just a slight lie that he was told to ensure they got on the flight together. "Don't concern yourself. As I said, I have nothing pressing to get there for. I will sleep better knowing you had the chance to get there in time. Paske here will make sure you get what you need." He turned to Paske. "I'll come back to pick up the new pass in a couple of hours." She nodded as the brother and sister again shook his hand before he started away.

"Jason, wait," Paske called out as he stepped out of the waiting area.

Sighing, he stepped back, seeing her wave him back in. Great, now what? No good deed goes unpunished. However, as he got closer, he saw Paske smiling.

"You have two tickets listed," she said pointing at her screen. "You are booked for two seats. One in first class the other in business."

Jason shook his head. "You are mistaken. My ticket just upgraded."

"No mistake, my dear. Your name is on both. Whoever did this issued a whole new ticket."

Wonderful. Thinking quickly. "Okay put her in the first class I'll take the business." He presumed a lawyer would be in first class anyway so why not have them in the same section at least."

The brother shifted. "No, sir. I'm in business class," the brother said.

Paske must have already know that because she was handing back the first class boarding pass to Jason. "Go, I will get these two situated."

He was walking by her when Becca stepped in front of him and again gave him a hard kiss. "Thank you," she whispered.

He felt something in that kiss. He didn't react to it or her as she pulled back he nodded and made his way to the first class lounge. Fortunately, they had not yet called to board so everyone was sitting or milling around.

Jason walked over toward the windows looking out. He enjoyed the sight of the huge planes and other aircraft. From where he was watching, he could see several smaller personal jets. Even saw a limo near one. He couldn't see much details but couldn't mistake the bodies of females and a single male as they made their way to the plane.

"Another rich playboy," he grumbled.

He was so intent on watching all the aircraft including a helicopter takeoff he didn't hear the boarding call and the flight attendant came to get him.

She took his ticket as they walked and checked it as they passed she nodded to the other that closed the gate and walked behind them.

He had never taken a flight first class. Stepping into the cabin area was like a luxury spa. The modified seats gave for more legroom and cup holders as well as each seat having its own television. He was surprised as he saw so many filling the seats.

There were two women attendants aiding passengers. One was a red head the other was a dirty blonde. Look close and you could see where she dyed the blonde to brown. Both had a good figure, and got more than a few men staring as they walked in their tight short skirt uniforms. They were both late twenties early thirties. Red was larger in the chest, a hefty C cup while the blonde had a nice set of A cups. They were perfect for her size.

As they walked around helping passenger stow their bags, the red headed woman came by. She had seen the case and was going to ask how he been able to carry it on. When she was beside him, she notice his case had a set of special luggage tags. One was showing TSA logo.

"I didn't know one of our good old protection boys was coming onboard," she had a sweet voice that dripped feminine.

"Former, so I guess you could say you don't have one," he smiled politely.

"The good ones never stop. You may leave the job, but somehow, the job never leaves you," she laughed. "I am Cleopatra. Yes, it was named after her, the queen of the Nile. Dad and Mom were archeologists. Most just call me Cleo."

Jason chuckled. "Well, good old gal Cleo was said to have been a very beautiful woman. Think she would be pleased with you being her namesake. They could have named you after Helen of Troy. The face that launched a thousand ships." It was corny. It was lame, and it sounded like a line the minute he said it. At least it did to him. All he was trying to do was say something nice. Dismal fail.

She stared at him a moment. "Well sweet talker, you let me or Patrice there know if you need anything."

Well, maybe not dismal. She wasn't mad at least. "Thank you, I will."

Everyone was getting situated as Cleo walked away to help a struggling man. An older woman came by Jason. She was checking the seat number and looking around after looking at the overhead.

"Need some help?" he asked her. She had to be in her eighties and barely five feet tall. She was clearly a grandma with white thinning hair and wrinkles all around her face. She didn't look like she had boobs at all, and she wore a granny sundress. Not that those were bad; they came off easily when the need was there. Even Jason couldn't think of doing anything with this woman. It was a mean thought, but you like what you like, right, he rationalized to himself.

"Oh would you mind? I feel so helpless when I fly. I would have checked this but…" she lifted bag that was wider than she was. It was a computer bag. "They are not to gentle with the luggage you know."

Jason nodded. "It's hard to control the handlers of the luggage. They feel unappreciated, and all they can do is take it out of the luggage. It has been better, but I know what you mean. Better to be safe than sorry." He didn't find it necessary to say that no one checked a laptop. He took the bag and stuffed it in, along with his case, right on top. Then, she offered the small handbag, which she also offered the side. He left it open, but if there was nothing small, nothing else would fit.

She slid into the window seat and started to settle in. He didn't have the heart to tell her that was his assigned seat. She looked happy. Probably intentionally knowing that few would say anything to an old woman. He didn't care. He had the TV, and he could find things to watch. He made a note to tell Cleo about the change.

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those talking types," she pulled out a small medicine bottle with a few pills in it. "With this I'll be asleep most of the flight. I am not much for flying. But my great granddaughter is getting married."

Married. That hit a nerve but Jason hid it. "That's nice. It's good to find the one to live life with. It wouldn't bother me if you talked. If more people talked about things that the world would be a better place."

She laughed. "Maybe it would at that. No. She is a slut that needs her legs tied closed. She's twenty-six and has had fifteen men that I know of with five abortions. She's a cute girl, but not that cute. She took this one after two years, at least. She told her mother he was a politician. Ask me if she is arm candy for him."

Jason listened and commented as she talked. She had to wait for the drinks to be served before she could take her pills. The departure was late by only a few minutes, and she seemed to be tense as the plane moved. Jason suggested thinking about floating in a pool and relaxing in the water while the sun beats down. She could be alone or with others, depending on what relaxed her more. She tried it and seemed to relax. They made altitude in less than thirty minutes. She got her drink five minutes later.

Jason ordered a beer. Turned out the first drink other than coffee and tea was free, the rest were two dollars and up. Cleo brought his beer and pointed out that he had a prepaid card for three more. The attendant that had walked in with him had pulled the card to give to Cleo. He hadn't looked at the ticket, so he didn't know that.

True enough the old woman was snoring about the halfway through the movie he had picked. He grinned and shook his head putting in both ear buds. He had finished the beer half way through the rest and Patrice brought another in a small ice bucket to keep it cold. She even dropped a few bags of pretzels. She laughed seeing what he was watching. A cartoon movie.

It passed the time. He was finished with the one movie and searching for another when Patrice came by and asked if he could help with something. There were still four hours to go, so he didn't mind stretching a bit.

She was smiling and took his hand and led him up toward the attendant's area just before the flight cabin. She glanced around and then popped a section of the wall revealing a small entrance and a ladder up. "In and up," she said.

Turned out the plane was one of a select few that use to do flights over to Europe. It had a small area for crew to catch some sleep or to take a break and refresh. He stood looking at the cabin and saw four beds slightly bigger than a hospital bed.

Patrice laughed as she came up behind him. "Not many know about this place. It is soundproof. So no one can even hear us walking up here." She passed him, then turned and kissed him. She was a head shorter than he was and stood on her tiptoes. As she kissed, she was pulling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He was ready to stop her when his cock responded to the idea of this sexy girl being there. She was skilled at what she was doing, as if she did it a hundred times a day.

She smiled and kissed him again quickly before dropping to her knees and fishing his cock out of his boxer briefs. She moaned as the head appeared. He was not some huge porno actor, but he wasn't the world's smallest. Patrice had it in her mouth from the second it popped out, pulling it free of its confines as she moved down and up the shaft. Her tongue was silky soft, her mouth hot. She surprised him with her tongue, working the bottom of the shaft and then rolling over the tip before swallowing it down.

She didn't take just a few inches either. She went full barrel down on it. Every inch went in as she pushed her face to his pubes. She was very aggressive and forceful as she sucked. She would pull it all the way out, then ram it back down her throat. She would hold it in her throat for a moment, just making her throat massage the shaft, then back off, gasping for air.

Patrice fingered his balls as she took breaths. Pulling them taut, she gave them a few kisses and licks. She seemed to know if he was getting close and stopped to let his edge subside before going back.

He was surprised he lasted as long as he had; it had been a few months. Without realizing it, he had taken her head in his hands. He slid his hands along her scalp and pulled her hair in bunches. He held her hair-like handles as he thrust his hips and began to fuck her mouth.

She moaned sending waves of vibration into the oral invader. With each thrust, she would gag as it passed her tonsils. As he fucked her mouth, her fingers loosened around his balls, and a nail slid across the swollen orbs. Each time she did that, he thrust hard into her mouth and down her throat. Twice more, she postponed his release by grabbing tight on his balls. Finally, after countless minutes he busted loose a stream of hot cum flooding her mouth; she struggled to get him into her throat.

"MMMM, oh, you taste wonderful," she said, pulling back. She licked him clean. She stood after and pulled him to one of the beds. "I'm a virgin. Yes, a real virgin. Hymen and all. Price of living in a religious household. Your pussy is checked every other day. I'm a card-carrying virgin waiting for my husband."

Chapter 2

She stroked his cock as she spun around and grabbed something off the small fold-down table. "Don't worry, stud. I am not able to give you my pussy," she dropped again and opened the small metal-colored packet. "Glad I brought the big ones," she chuckled. "I get horny a lot, and I learned that if I can't give my pussy I can use my mouth," she smiled and put the condom in her mouth, then, as if in some porno, slid her mouth on his cock to work it over his shaft.

She sucked it a few times, then backed off. "But then there is another spot I can use as well," she continued as she stroked him. She let go before spinning around on the bed. She leaned into it, lifting her pert little ass into the air to him. "If we were anywhere but here, I'd have you fuck me bare. I love the feel of cum in my ass. Come stud. Fuck me in my ass."

That made him harder. He grabbed her ass and opened her cheeks, looking at the tight little pink ring. There was a big temptation to just shove into her, but his size with hers would be problematic. He rubbed a finger along her backdoor hole and pushed in. He went wide-eyed as he felt her hole was lubed and ready. The minx planned this all out.

She moaned. "Mmmm, yes, yes, do it. Finger my fuck hole. Open me up and spread me. I want that cock in me." She begged. He worked three fingers into her ass, one at a time, fingering her just long enough to get her hole gaping slightly. She leaned up, humped back on his fingers, and sighed when he pulled them out. She was screaming a second later, and he buried the first four inches into her in a solid thrust. “OHHHHHH fuccck yessss. Again, again."

He accommodated her and pulled out to ram it back and add the next two. This time he smacked her ass on both cheeks as he let her get used to his cock in her. Not much longer, he pulled back, grabbed her hips, and rammed it all the way in.

She wailed as if it was a knife in her bowels. "Oh fuck, that hurts, but it feels so good." She pushed back on his meat stick, grinding her ass on it.

He didn't let up, continuing with the hard fuck from the start. Holding her hips as he rammed it in with every thrust, his cock disappeared in her tiny ass, and she would bellow out, burying her face in the bedding. Every third stroke, he would slap her ass, alternating cheeks. She was tight. Her ass clamped down on his cock as she reached and fingered her clit. She reached a big orgasm in minutes. That only made her tighter as she convulsed. The cabin reeked of her sexual juices. The smell was intense by her third wave of small ones. He warned her, despite the condom, that he was going to blow. He did as she came again, a vice squeezed around his cock shaft.

She was great. As he collapsed, pulling out of her, he lay beside her. Panting, she pulled out some tissues and pulled off the condom. "I'll take care of this." She went to get up, but he pulled her back. And straddled her. She panicked as he glided down her body, his cock right where she didn't want it to go. Her eyes pled, but she couldn't speak as the fear filled her. It was always possible that someone would go there despite her story when she did this. She squealed when he laid on her and just started to kiss her behind the ear after whispering, "Your turn." He went up and around her ear on it, done it along her neck. He moved, kissing her cheek, then her nose and chin. Finally, he got to a breast and just sucked hard on it, biting it and pulling it in his teeth. She squeaked as he arched her chest to him. He knew what to do, and the mix of pleasure and pain was running her body ragged. She screamed and moaned all at the same time. He did each breast. If he wasn't sucking on it, he was kneading it hard with his fingers digging in just enough to leave marks or pinching the nip with a twist.

"Know what is fun about being with a virgin?" he asked as she kissed down and right to her mound. She was bare and waxed smooth. He kissed her clit and tight pussy lips repeatedly. "You can almost always lick them," he said between kisses. As he finished, he licked from the bottom of her slit all the way up and, in just the tip, swirled it around to get the cum out, then up along the clit to suck it in. He bit it, and she grabbed his head and groaned. He then did it backward. Then he went back up, each time nibbling her clit then he tongues her hole. If he was licking her hole, he was pinching, pulling, or twisting her clit. By the fifth wave of orgasms, she was begging him to stop. She was sensitive as it was. He laughed. He didn't stop until she had five more and was thrashing just at the touch of his tongue or fingers.

A giggle and a few clicks had them both looking up and Patrice gasping as she hit her clit. Cleo was there with her phone, smiling. "Dam, that looked hot." She walked over and reached down on Patrice, who was still aiming her phone. Patrice screamed "Bitch” as she convulsed against her hand.

"Okay, enough for you. Better get back down before the natives get restless." Cleo kept her phone on Patrice as she stumbled from the bed. Patrice grabbed her phone from a spot that had been looking at them, then stumbled to Cleo. Slightly shocked, Jason watched the two kiss for over a minute as Cleo again fingered Patrice's clit.

"I think he's going to love your surprise but save some for me," Patrice purred and moved away, tempted to stay for more. However, the bed wasn't big enough, and someone had to be downstairs. She grinned, thinking that she reeked of pussy. She smiled at the thought of how it was going to get all those men riled up. Maybe even a few of the women. She did a quick handi wipe cleanup. It was the best she could do.

Cleo stripped, and Jason stared. He preferred brunettes but enjoyed red heads. There was a draw to them with their pale skin often accented by freckles. He found it sexy as hell. The only issue he had, almost every one of them had a hairy pussy. He loved to taste a woman, but he didn't like the taste of hair. Cleo was an exception and was as bald as Patrice had been. He watched her as she put her phone where Patrice had hers. She smiled as she straddled him as he stared at the phone. "Oh, don't worry, smooth talker. She is going to be using that for masturbation material for the next thirty years or a man marries her. Maybe even then."

"Yeah, if my father saw any of that, he would beat my ass bloody and drive me to a convent."

Cleo laughed as Patrice walked bowlegged. "Wow, must have got it good for that. Can't wait." She turned back as Patrice left. "See, we have an issue. We are lovers, but her father would never approve. So we usually have fun where we can." She moved and shifted so her pussy was over his face. Slowly she sat down, letting him kiss her pussy lips as she moved them around. "MMM, she loves it aggressive. I wish I could just fuck her pussy, but she is brainwashed to think a man should have it. So she gets a man to take care of her itch on every flight. Sometimes a passenger, sometimes a fellow attendant, and sometimes the pilot. It doesn't matter. She is a horny slut. I and I love it."

Jason mumbled into her pussy, and she gasped as his tongue slid in. "mmm, oh yes. Mmm, that feels so nice. I really needed this," she moaned a bit as she worked her hips grinding into his face. "Oh, anyway," she shuttered as she pushed down. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he lapped at her pussy lips and sucked on them. "She is a pain lover, as you found out. Me, I am more of a pleasure lover. I like it soft, romantic, and gentle. Moderate. I like lovemaking. I like to feel a man." She rode his face for a few minutes without a word. Then, they twirled, and they were wrapped together between the other legs. She had his cock hard again in moments as she worked her mouth up and down and timed it with his tongue in her slit. She jerked as he reached up and grabbed her ass. She was not as small as Patrice was, but she had a medium size ass. Her entire body tingled. She just nursed on his cock to get it harder. Enjoying the feel of his lips on her pussy, she came into his mouth. He kept going holding her ass, keeping her pussy where it was. He groaned or moaned, and she felt that vibrate into her clit or cunt lips before it ran through her body. He rubbed her asshole, and she came again. She loved her holes played with.

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