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And at that moment, a voice crackled on his headset.
“Everything okay there?” a woman’s worried tone sounded. “Everything okay, Captain Tanning?”
My billionaire didn’t even bat an eye. Flipping the mouthpiece down, he spoke, smooth and casual.
“A-okay ground control. Must have been static.”
And then he flipped a switch and we were back on.
“Does this pretty pussy want some finger?” he rasped, now licking my nipple as he finger fucked me below. “You want some hard fucking in this slutty cunt?”
Of course, I wanted to scream “YES!” But there was no way, so my brown eyes just begged even as my hips gyrated, trying to suck more and more of that hand within.
But Mr. Tanning’s smart. He’s got his fetishes, and he knows just how to use them. Because slowly, the big man pulled his fingers from my cunt, the digits coming out coated in white cream.
“Shit you’ve got a lot,” he rasped. “But that’s good because it means we won’t need lube.”
No lube? My eyes flew to his face, big boobies heaving as I stared.
But the alpha chuckled again.
“No lube because sweetheart, my plane is my baby. And I want to see you get fucked. By this,” he said, stroking a knob at his side. My confused eyes swung over to see what was going on. But it was true. On his right side, just like in a car, was a gear shift. The knob was about ten inches long, encased in soft, supple black leather. But oh fuck. It was thick, real thick, with a shiny metal base.
“Mmmph?” I asked, eyes wide, gesturing to the black gearshift. “Mmmph?” Really? How? Why? What?
But the billionaire’s eyes gleamed.
“Fuck it, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I want to see that pretty pussy get spread on this gearshift.”
And I shook my head furiously no. This was so depraved. Beyond my wildest dreams. We were in a plane, flying seven miles above the ground at five hundred miles an hour. And now I was supposed to fuck the gearshift? It was nasty, not to mention dangerous. We’d crash and burn in the fields somewhere.
But Mr. Tanning doesn’t take no for an answer. Because hissing slightly, he stroked my cunt again.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Fuck this gearshift otherwise I’m gonna push you down on it myself.”
And suddenly, I realized he meant business. I either lowered my steaming pussy onto this piece of hard leather, or he was going to do it for me. Someway, somehow, this two hundred pound male was going to manhandle my curves as he flew the plane, making sure my sweet pussy was drilled by his favorite piece of equipment.
Oh god!
Where did that leave me?
But it was only too clear. Because my cunt creamed hotly then, the smell drifting up, humid and pungent, in the cockpit.
“Seems like baby wants it,” was Mr. Tanning’s drawling reply. But those eyes were intense. “Now do it,” he rasped. “Before I do it for you.”
And with trembling legs, I obeyed. Slowly, I slid off his lap so that my curvy form straddled the center console instead. Oh god, this was wrong. My panties were pulled to the side, so taut that they were going to snap at any moment. But even worse was my cunt. Because it pulsed as I hovered a couple inches over the hot leather nob, a dribble of cream forming at my hole before dripping slowly onto that stiffness.
“Fuck baby,” rasped the pilot again, eyes never leaving my private parts. “Fuck baby, you want it.”
And it was true. I did. So with a moan and a sensuous heave, I lowered my pussy until it just kissed the top of the knob. Umm, the leather was so soft, yet hard underneath. Moaning again, I pressed down a little more, pussy lips spreading as the swallow began. Unnh, unnh, unnh! It felt so good.
And the pilot couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he ground out again, blue eyes flaring as he stroked his huge cock. “Fuck you’re fucking dirty.”
But it was the sight of his cock that threw me into motion. Because I wanted it, desperately. And maybe if I did good here, Mr. Tanning would let me ride that next.
So moaning again, I threw my head back and pressed my pussy down. Oh yeah. It happened then. The big knob slid into my steaming cunt, stretching out the walls of my vag. But I was on a roll, and undulating my hips, I pressed down once more, a couple inches of the gearshaft disappearing inside.
